Starting from the lifting of human restrictions

Chapter 119 Practicing God
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The sharp sword light streaked across.

The arm of a white-clothed warrior was cut open. Looking at the bleeding arm, the white-clothed warrior took two steps back with disbelief in his eyes.

Zao Yi is a martial artist, who was born with a single qi at the beginning, the first level of practice is colorless qi, and his physical strength is stronger than ordinary people.

The white clothes are warriors, and the purple innate energy runs through the whole body. The body is as hard as gold, iron and rock, as powerful as a cow, and invulnerable.

But... but how come when facing Yang Chu, the arm that covered the innate qi was broken open?

The cold light is like electricity.

Before the white-clothed warrior came back to his senses, Yang Chu slashed his opponent's neck with another sword with his backhand. The slender sword was like a dragon, wrapping around the white-clothed warrior's neck.

Bright red blood spurted out from the throat of this warrior in white in an instant.

Yang Chu succeeded with his sword, and then went up to the other two white-clothed warriors who surrounded him.

He had fought against that white-clothed warrior disciple named Wen Qi just now.

I dare not say that I fully understand the mysteries of innate unity at this level, but he has indeed found many loopholes that can be exploited.

In the second pass, the purple congenital qi can indeed make people's body like rock leather, which is difficult to cut and hurt, but in the kung fu system that Yang Chu knows, although the body with congenital qi is better than those practicing iron cloth shirts and golden bells Such hard skills are much more tyrannical, but the breaking method is actually the same.

That is to pull.

Innate energy covers the whole body, chopping is hard to hurt, and piercing is useless, but with the strength of Yang Chu's hand, understanding of the human body and the accuracy of swordsmanship, it is enough to abandon hacking, chopping and piercing.

In fact, if there is any magical weapon, even if such a trick is not used, the innate strength of these white warriors may not be able to defend against it.

Moreover, the seven orifices in the heads of these warriors were not completely covered by the innate energy.

With these flaws, Yang Chu faced these white-clothed warriors, even if their strength and speed exploded not inferior to his, but their crude skills were enough to make him kill chickens.

This has always been Yang Chu's strongest point, being able to discern the flaws and weaknesses of people, and has reached the real peak in terms of the skills controlled by the body.

The precision of any movement and the slightest exertion of force can achieve a miraculous state.

It can open and close to make various movements beyond the difficult gymnastics, and can also be small and small, making micro-carvings on a grain of rice.

Following the two warriors in white who rushed forward, seeing Yang Chu's two swords, they killed a fellow sect. They also showed shock on their faces, but they were not afraid. Instead, they attacked Yang Chu from left to right at the same time.

One of them looked at Yang Chu's long sword, and even stretched out his palm, trying to grab his fine steel long sword.

If ordinary people use these weapons, the damage that a sharp blade can do to these warriors who are purple innately piercing through the whole body is really limited.

Being caught by a martial artist and twisted may directly become a boil, or be torn into several pieces.

But Yang Chu used it completely differently, as long as it wasn't really hard enough to reach the level of steel, the sword's edge would tremble and twitch slightly under his precise control.

The palm of the white-clothed warrior was scratched immediately, and he followed Yang Chu's figure to avoid another white-clothed warrior. The steel sword in his hand was entwined, and immediately did the same, pulling the white-clothed warrior's neck to a wound several inches long.

Then, with a twitch of the long sword and a backhand thrust, he stabbed directly towards the ear of another warrior in white.

The tip of the sword was shaken and trembled slightly by Yang Chu's technique, and the sword pierced through the brain.

Yang Chu pulled out the fine steel long sword again, and watched the warriors in soap clothes rushing up again.

The warriors in this world are innately cultivated, and their skills are rough, and they seem to rarely use weapons.

With a body like steel and iron, no one will practice any weapons anymore.

At this time, Yang Chu had a sword in his hand, but it exploded with a lethal force beyond their comprehension.

"Kill this pariah!"

"Madman, how dare you act presumptuously in Nanhuan Town!"

"Don't be afraid, everyone, we are all chosen by the heavens, we should be brave and diligent in martial arts, fearless and fearless!"

Those young warriors, as well as some other men in soap clothes, saw Yang Chu kill several warriors in white, but they still didn't retreat.

As far as Yang Chu could see, he could see some young warriors, who seemed to have fear in their eyes, but under the clamor of the people around them, they immediately became crazy.

The sound of rubbing gold and iron against flesh and blood kept ringing.

Yang Chulian didn't care about the three white-clothed warriors who had penetrated the second level of the innate qi. These were just the first to master the innate qi, and their physique was slightly better than ordinary people, or a few soap-clothed men who had entered the second level with their fists and feet, and almost killed them. , so easy.

If these people fled in all directions, he would be in more trouble.

One after another, they rushed towards Yang Chu one by one. For him, it was exactly what he wished for.Almost in just two or three blinks, a large number of warriors kept falling down like cutting wheat.

In Yang Chu's hands, the fine steel long sword was like a sickle of death. Every time the sword was sacrificed, a life was harvested immediately.

But the fighting spirit of these warriors really made Yang Chu feel something unusual, they didn't beg for mercy, they didn't back down, even if they were newcomers who had just joined the warriors, the bottom muddy smell on their bodies hadn't been washed away, so they could fight for their lives Come on, still without flinching.

Among them, there are also some alert ones. Seeing that Yang Chu has a sword in his hand, no one can beat him.They ran to the weapon rack one after another and picked up all kinds of weapons such as swords and sticks.

But these people's cultivation is still shallow, and they are far from being able to master everything.

Under Yang Chu's sword, he couldn't do it even if he wanted to hold on for a while.

In a short time, more than [-] corpses were lying here and there in the open space similar to the Martial Arts Field.

Some ordinary people who were either watching the excitement or being forced around to watch the warriors "brushing people's piles" just now were stunned after Yang Chu's violent outburst.

In their memory, it seemed that this was the first time that ordinary people who were caught as human beings were able to kill those high-ranking warriors and warrior masters.

Many live for decades without seeming to even think about it.

It's not that they don't resist, but that those who are a little bloody and unwilling, have never been able to sustain themselves after being pulled into a human stake.

What's more, those people are often facing only some new warriors, and some youngsters may be younger than their children, but they have an innate spirit, and they fight fiercely.

But it was such a group of gentlemen who seemed to them completely invincible to be slaughtered by a "human stake", as if they were spearing a fish and killing a chicken. The shocking feeling was really indescribable.

"Clang clang-"

There was a sound of a gong that seemed to be the invasion of foreign enemies.

In Liuyun Pavilion and other corners of Nanhuan Town, warriors in soap clothes and warriors in white kept coming after hearing the news.

Among them, inside a small door on the east side of the nearest Liuyun Pavilion, four warriors in white clothes and eight or nine warriors in soap clothes moved the fastest.

Seeing the tragic situation in the open space outside Liuyun Pavilion from afar, all of them swarmed towards Yang Chu with their eyes tearing apart, roaring angrily.

"I'm afraid you won't come."

Yang Chu looked at the large number of white-clothed warriors and soap-clothed warriors, and there was no fear on his face, but something seemed to be ignited in his heart, pushing up——

He suddenly remembered that in the last world, at the gate of Guanghua Hospital, he saw someone setting off firecrackers on the long street.

At that time, Xu Xi once asked him how he felt after seeing this scene.

At that time, although he had a superficial understanding of society and class, it was by no means as profound and intense as he saw in this world.

These people's so-called true martial arts are innate, and after he has experienced it personally, it is no longer a threat.

Of course, he also looked forward to having a higher level of power.

Otherwise, these people would not be as stressful to him as a few Gatling machine guns.

Holding a long sword in his hand, Yang Chu pointed all the way towards all kinds of white-clothed warriors and soap-clothed warriors rushing towards him. The swords and swords were deadly, and a bloody storm blew up in a blink of an eye.

Those powerful warriors in white surrounded them from left to right and attacked from front to back, but he was like a fish swimming in the crowd. Not only could he accurately avoid the fists and kicks of these people, but he continued to use a steel sword to cut through the flesh of these people , causing it to die.

"How dare the thief?!"

Just as Yang Chu was quickly harvesting the white-clothed warriors and soap-clothed warriors in front of him, suddenly there was a loud noise like a thunderstorm in Liuyun Hall.

boom--

A huge phantom that seems to be more than ten meters high rises from the Liuyun Pavilion.

It was a middle-aged man about four to fifty years old with black hair and black beard. His eyes were wide open, staring at Yang Chu at the bottom of the open space.

"Train God?!"

The moment Yang Chu saw this phantom, he thought of the level of spiritual training mentioned in the last sentence of "Liuyun Qi training method".

Although he doesn't know much about martial arts masters at this level, he is still somewhat surprised to see a vision displayed by the other party at this moment.

The phantom of the middle-aged man raised his palm, pointed it at where Yang Chu was, and took a picture of it.

The huge palm seems to carry infinite strength, making it impossible for people to avoid it. No matter where they flee, they seem to be within the attack range of the palm.

The palm fell, and it seemed that the flesh and blood of the body would be flattened by the phantom of the palm in the next moment.

"Um, right?"

But, at this most critical juncture.

Yang Chu was startled suddenly, and his feet suddenly jumped backwards, jumping a distance of several meters.

boom--

The huge palm fell, and there seemed to be no reaction on the bluestone on the ground except for a gust of wind.

"Is it really disturbing my spirit?"

Yang Chu looked at the place where the palm fell, and suddenly understood the so-called "spirit training".

His mood quickly calmed down, and his consciousness and brain completely and completely suppressed all kinds of stress reactions in his body that were about to move.

moment--

The phantom of the huge middle-aged man standing above the Liuyun Pavilion disappeared.

"The power of the mind, interferes with other creatures with the spirit, dominates emotions, produces hallucinations, and causes real damage."

Yang Chu backhanded two swords, and beheaded two soap-clothed warriors who surrounded him. His brain was running rapidly to analyze more details of the level of martial arts training.

This is no longer a level that Yang Chu could touch before, even in a lot of kung fu, there is no such thing as energy.

But this god, not that god, cannot be generalized.

However, this method of using mental interference to affect other people, making them uncontrollable and causing real harm is indeed extremely powerful.

If Yang Chu hadn't completely controlled his body like this, and had almost no subconscious mind, he might not be able to avoid the palm just now.

The consequence is that his body, his subconscious mind, really thinks that he has been pressed by an indescribable palm, thus causing self-harm.

There are many such cases in Yang Chu's knowledge of medicine.

For example, cover a person's hands and feet so that he cannot see them.Then by administering an anesthetic, he temporarily lost the sense of his hands and feet, and then deceived him that his hands and feet had been broken and did not exist.

After all kinds of psychological hints, this person may really think that his hands and feet are broken and do not exist.

After the anesthetic wears off, even if his hands and feet still exist, he may completely lose control of his hands and feet.

"Hmph, you really have some skills for daring to kill people in my Liuyun Pavilion."

At this time, a cold snort suddenly sounded.

Two figures appeared above the several-storey building on the east side of Liuyun Pavilion.

One was wearing a purple robe, with black hair and black beard, and a majestic face. It was the image of the huge phantom that Yang Chu saw just now.

It’s just that this person was not really angry when facing the white-clothed warriors and warriors that Yang Chu had killed. It seemed that the deaths of those warriors and warriors were not on his mind, but instead stared at Yang Chu, which seemed quite interested.

Next to this middle-aged man in purple robe, stood a young man in orange clothes, about 27 or [-] years old, with a high-spirited bearing, looking at Yang Chu from above, with strong anger and murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)