My talent is resurrection

Chapter 305 Pinch the Fist "Very Small"

Chen Jiu fell into the mountain stream, his surroundings were hazy, he couldn't see clearly, he couldn't figure it out, as if he was in the clouds.

Only the slightly hot blood under his body kept flowing.

Ma Wu stood in front of Chen Jiu, with three thousand sword qi lined up in sequence, with a rare smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at Chen Jiu who fell to the ground and said.

"If you are in the realm of heaven and man, you really have the ability to fight me."

It's a pity that Chen Jiu is only a Nascent Soul, and it seems that he can't hold Ma Wu's three thousand sword energy.

Regarding this matter, Ma Wu also has some regrets. After all, it is an extremely exciting thing to fight against a strong man who is comparable to herself.

It would be even more gratifying to win.

It's a pity that the current Chen Jiu doesn't seem to be qualified enough.

Chen Jiu spat out a mouthful of blood, and tremblingly got up from the ground, the martial arts in his body continued to rise, spreading over the limbs and bones, forcibly stopping the injury.

Ma Wu was a little surprised. She didn't expect Chen Jiu to be able to get up after receiving her trick, but she quickly shook her head and replied.

"Resistance in the corner."

With a wave of Chen Jiu's hand, the martial arts diffused out, and the golden light reappeared in the posture of a god and man. He took a heavy breath, his eyes narrowed, and he planned to use his boxing skills.

Since Chen Jiu practiced Taoism, he rarely used upper boxing skills. Most of the opponents won by relying on martial arts and boxing will, and a few who couldn't win, died and resurrected to continue hammering.

And the comprehension of boxing intentions really needs to be traced back, in fact, it can be counted to the period in the Goulan of Qingfeng City.

At that time, Chen Jiu's realm was relatively low, so he sat on the railing when he had nothing to do all day, watching the ebb and flow of the Huai River.

This did allow Chen Jiu to touch some boxing thresholds, but it was a pity that Chen Jiu didn't pay attention to it at the time, and he was too lazy to improve again above the threshold of boxing.

Later, when I realized the big wave style boxing, it was the time when I was with Xiao Ping'er in the small world of the old master.

Until now, in fact, Chen Jiu has not fully grasped a kind of boxing. Even the most proficient Dalang style boxing is only considered familiar, not proficient.

Today's Chen Jiu is constantly practicing boxing in the academy, just to take a step further in Dalang style boxing, from familiarity at the beginning to complete proficiency.

If this process is likened to a long road.

So now it can be said that Chen Jiu has already walked halfway on this road.

So now when he squeezes his fists, although his body's martial arts will be boiling, the movement is not as loud as before. Instead, all the fist intentions are contained in the body, and a few of them spill out.

And to achieve the level of complete proficiency, it is necessary to contain the overflowing martial arts and boxing intentions in the body, and at the same time be able to concentrate all the strength of the whole body on a punch, so that when you punch, you really go all out.

This is an extremely difficult process. Many celestial body cultivation may not be able to fully master a martial art, and those who have understood it are often not just celestial body cultivation.

On the journey of martial arts, one can become a heavenly person when one steps into the threshold, and one level up after entering the hall, and then one reaches the pinnacle.

And those who can reach the pinnacle of martial arts are all in the thirteenth realm.

Without exception.

Ma Wu raised her eyebrows slightly, and with a wave of her finger, the three thousand snow-like sword qi instantly solidified into a flying sword, and the tip of the sword firmly locked on the center of Chen Jiu's eyebrows.

Chen Jiu clenched his fist, the intention of his upper fist continued to condense, and the boiling martial arts of his body gradually calmed down, only this fist was still gathering strength.

He will use the horse dance to practice this tiny punch.

Ma Wu frowned slightly, and stared at Chen Jiu's fist, knowing that Chen Jiu's punch must not be easy, but even so, Ma Wu didn't have to take the lead in striking the sword, but waited for Chen Jiu to strike first.

After all, Ma Wu also wanted to see how powerful Chen Jiu's punch was.

Otherwise it would be too boring.

The corner of Ma Wu's mouth curled into a chuckle, and with a light wave of her finger, three thousand sword qi lingered and danced behind her, hanging one by one, arranged in order.

Chen Jiu clenched his fist, and his punching intention had been condensed to the limit of his strength.

It is "very small" and it is also very large.

Ma Wu waved, "Come on."

The three thousand sword qi hanging in the air instantly piled up layer by layer, forming flying swords again.

The golden light of Chen Jiu's body was dim, and his martial arts seemed to be hidden in his body, but he didn't show it. The fist that he had squeezed for a long time suddenly flung at this moment.

Sprinkle your fists.

Spread all over the world.

Then Chen Jiu's fist was like a small world.

Ma Wu's eyes were dignified for the first time, and he made a formula with both hands, purple light bloomed between his brows, and his pupils were bright.

The three thousand sword qi suddenly dispersed, not forming a flying sword, scattered in the sky and the earth, and each sword qi was suspended every hundred meters in turn.

Like a formation.

Ma Wu spoke like a voice from the sky.

"A world of ice and snow."

There was a sudden cold in the world for hundreds of miles.

Chen Jiu's body stiffened in an instant, and the speed of his punching slowed down sharply. The ice and snow in front of his pupils were hazy, and the ice and snow gradually covered his body, like a gangrene attached to the bone, constantly eroding his fist and martial arts with the power of ice and snow.

Gradually frozen.

The three and a half saints who were fighting on the outside looked solemn and sighed.

"Horse Wu is worthy of being one of the most powerful practitioners of Heavenly Dao in the world."

The half-sage of Legalism echoed: "That's right, if Ma Wu reaches the thirteenth realm, I'm afraid he will be no different from those old monsters who practice the way of heaven."

The half-sage of Confucianism shook his head and replied: "This world is the world of young people after all. I think those old monsters will have to give way to Ma Wu in the future."

The half-sage of Legalism suddenly laughed and said, "Yao Tianchang will not be happy if you say that."

The half-sage of Confucianism was stunned for a moment, then put his hands behind his hands, and said without blushing and heartbeat: "Yao Tianchang only has a thousand years of lifespan, compared to those old monsters, he is still very young."

This sentence is not wrong. Although Yao Tianchang has the title of old sword god, he is still too young compared to those real immortals.

And these old immortals are often very famous, but in terms of real ability, few of them may be on the big stage. After all, they can live for so long, and most of them are willing to spare their lives.

But those who cherish their lives very much will have high achievements, but they will not reach the top.

For this kind of monk, the Legalist semi-sage is somewhat disgusted.

After all, you stand in the latrine and don't shit, the human race has only so much luck, you have a high level, and you have been thinking about ways to continue your life. You don't contribute to the human race, and you don't let the young people stand out.

What's the use of living for thousands of years?

He really became a bastard.

Confucian semi-sages think that everyone has their own path. These ten-thousand-year-old monks choose to live long and cultivate the Tao. In fact, they are right. The only point of criticism is that most of them have eaten the good luck of the human race, but they seldom serve the human race. contribute.

So in the next Yaozu battlefield, we have to see if the old monks who have been tolerated by Taoism and the academy for so long can't do their best.

Even if it is out, how much is out?

All these things must be recorded in the book, and they cannot be done casually.

If you don't do it well, after the war is over, Taoism and the academy will have to clean up the house and tidy up the house.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and it is inevitable that some moths will grow.

Just clean it up.

(End of this chapter)