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"Hahaha, the Six Meridians Divine Sword is useless, then how about this!"

Before one wave subsided, another wave arose. Zhu Moye's wild laughter exploded. After the smoke and ashes dissipated, a red light hundreds of feet long, wrapped in lightning, came crashing down.

Chapter 63 Zhu Moye won?

The power of ten generations was condensed on Chixiao. The sword body carried the boundless power, and suddenly the red light surged.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a crimson sword beam a hundred feet long. The sharp and indestructible sword energy tore the entire lake into two halves.

Zhu Moye laughed wildly, and swung his hand violently. The sword light like the sword of Zhuxian chopped down on his head, tearing the air along the way and making a sharp roar.

Dugu Qiubai only felt a slight tingling sensation on his scalp. The sword light had not yet fallen, but it was so powerful that it was impossible to resist!

His originally relaxed expression changed slightly in an instant. His nonchalant demeanor was gone, replaced by a hint of solemnity.

"Six hundred years of power concentrated in one point, unleashing in an instant?"

"Only a physique this strong can support him to act so recklessly."

Just as the blood-red sword light was about to chop off his head and split him in two.

Dugu Qiubai sighed lightly, and quickly raised his right hand, which had been behind his back, and used his fingers as a sword to block his head, clang!

The sword light collided with the fingers, and a sound like the clanging of metal suddenly rang out, and the sound waves like a huge bell began to float from the point where they hit each other.

It is mighty and powerful, sweeping across the world and sweeping away everything!

In an instant, waves that were as real as the naked eye crashed into the surrounding mountain walls.

Boom boom boom!

The sound of explosions was endless, smoke and dust filled the sky, and gravel flew everywhere, hitting the lake and causing countless water columns to soar into the sky, and hitting the path, causing huge holes of different sizes to emerge one after another.

For a moment, it was like thunder raging on the earth, with broken walls and ruins everywhere, and an atmosphere of the end of the world was created.

Dugu Qiubai frowned slightly, and the silent, invisible and intangible sword intent spread from his body, covering a distance of a hundred meters, protecting Dongfang Bai, who was already stunned by this unprecedented duel.

Countless shattered boulders from the mountain walls fell like cannonballs. When they hit the two of them a few feet above them, they were cut by countless sharp swords and instantly turned into a pile of powder, floating in the air.

"That's enough, it's time to call it a day."

Dugu Qiubai looked at Zhu Moye in the distance, whose face was bloodthirsty and who was trying his best to fight against him, and shook his head and sighed.

His desire to defeat himself had reached a point of near obsession, and he only thought about increasing his attacks without worrying about the consequences.

If he is not stopped, this unpolished gem that has the potential to defeat him will be tainted by murderous aura.

Thinking of this, Dugu Qiubai's pupils suddenly dilated, and an invisible pressure suddenly appeared. His clothes moved without wind, and he looked like a banished immortal.

He shouted softly: "Destroy!"

Click!

The fingers that were confronting the sword light vibrated and an immense force enveloped the hundred-foot-long sword light. As the word "destroy" came out, it shattered like glass hit by a sledgehammer.

The next second, the final word was given and the dust settled.

The lake that was separated by the sword energy slowly flowed back and returned to its original state.

Zhu Moye on the lake suddenly narrowed his pupils, and the six hundred years of internal energy in his body burst out at once, reaching the limit of his physical strength.

Unexpectedly, there was no damage at all? In the blink of an eye, the hundred-foot sword light was shattered.

This is even with the help of the magical weapon Chixiao!

The feeling of emptiness inside his body made Zhu Moye feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and all the strength in his muscles was drained away.

Shocked by the aftermath of the sword light, a trace of blood immediately flowed out of his mouth.

"I... don't accept it!"

Zhu Moye had a resolute look on his face, trying hard to keep his weak and aching body from falling into the lake. He didn't believe the gap could be that big!

They couldn't even hurt him a little bit, which was a huge shame for him, the god of killing.

"Northern Sea Divine Art! Absorb it!"

Zhu Moye, who had run out of tricks, looked fierce, stretched out his right hand, aimed at Dugu Qiubai's body, and used his most powerful trick!

He didn't believe that the legendary skills of Zhuangzi, who was both human and god, would be useless to him!

But the next second, Zhu Moye's eyes suddenly widened and he was lost in thought.

The Beiming Divine Art, which devoured everything like a black hole and caused huge waves in the lake, seemed to suck in the air when it fell on Dugu Qiubai, without even moving his clothes a bit.

"The Divine Art of the North Sea? If Zhuangzi, a believer of the Xiaoyao Sect, used it himself, perhaps I would have retreated a bit."

"You are still too weak now."

"You are still far from being able to absorb me, who has already transformed into the Wayless."

Dugu Qiubai chuckled and shook his head, commenting on Zhu Moye mercilessly, but there was no contempt in his expression.

The more I looked at this stubborn young man, the happier I felt.

Even though you know your opponent is far inferior to you, you still have to fight with all your might, even though it may be a bit impulsive and unwise.

But isn't the way of practicing martial arts to reach the pinnacle with such an invincible and unstoppable momentum?

"I haven't had such a good time in a hundred years. Well, let me lend you a hand!"

As he spoke, his figure moved as if in the void, without any movement, and in the blink of an eye he teleported a hundred meters and arrived in front of Zhu Moye.

Before he could react, he stretched out his palms and slapped and pressed the acupuncture points all over his body, including his limbs and internal organs.

Even though Zhu Moye had come to his senses, his body felt as light as cotton and he couldn't exert any strength at all.

However, strangely, there was no pain at all. Instead, some hidden diseases in his body were transferred together with his palm techniques. He stopped only when they rushed into his throat.

Snapped!

puff!

After Dugu Qiubai finished this series of incomprehensible movements, he raised his hand and patted him lightly on the back of his neck.

Zhu Moye's eyes bulged, and after he raised his head and spat out a mouthful of dark, dirty blood, he bent down and gasped for breath.

After a while, I felt a lightness in my body that I had never felt before, just like a newborn baby, free of illness and pain, and feeling comfortable all over.

"Master! Don't!"

Dongfang Bai saw Zhu Moye spitting blood with his head raised on the shore, and thought that his master had murderous intentions, so he wailed.

Hearing this, Zhu Moye turned his head to look at Dongfang Bai, shook his head, and said loudly: "I'm fine, senior is helping me to eliminate the hidden injuries."

After checking his physical condition, Zhu Moye discovered that Dugu Qiubai's palm technique was just to help him get rid of the hidden injuries accumulated from ten years of physical training, and there was no bad intention at all.

"Ah, it seems I'm still just sitting in a well and looking at the world. I tried everything but couldn't hurt you at all."

After the hidden injuries on his body were cleared, Zhu Moye's mood became cheerful. He smiled bitterly at Dugu Qiubai, feeling helpless.

Hearing this, Dugu Qiubai shook his head, smiled strangely and said, "No, you have already won."

Immediately, he stretched out a finger that was still bleeding...

Ahem, I have to write about everyone’s common idol, but I can’t torture the protagonist. It’s really painful to write. But it shouldn’t be too cruel, right?

Chapter 64: Sit down and discuss!

Zhu Moye's face froze slightly, and then he smiled foolishly.

"Hehehe... I never thought I'd hurt my idol... Should I be happy or sad?"

At this time, Zhu Moye was extremely conflicted. Although he tried his best, he only injured one finger of Dugu Qiubai.

But Dugu Qiubai said to him with admiration that he won.

If someone else could injure this legendary figure, they would probably be overjoyed.

Zhu Moye was extremely dissatisfied. He practiced hard for ten years and went through untold hardships to obtain the Taoist inheritance of the Xiaoyao Sect.

He couldn't even get Dugu Qiubai to fight seriously.

Dugu Qiubai seemed to see what Zhu Moye was thinking and encouraged him, "Don't be discouraged. You are the most extraordinary genius I have ever seen in all these years."

"Just a dozen years of bone age already makes me actively fight back. You're the first one."

"When I was a teenager, I was nowhere near as good as you!"

"If you can hurt me, you've already won!"

"Now you are qualified to know my name. My name is Dugu Qiubai!"

He directly gave Zhu Moye the supreme authority, and no longer called himself "this lord", but regarded Zhu Moye as his biggest opponent in the future.

You must know that Dugu Qiubai was never inferior to anyone in his life. He swept the world since he set foot in the martial arts world, and no one could compete with him.

Now, he personally admitted that when he was young, he was far inferior to the boy in front of him.

It is enough to show how much he approves of Zhu Moye.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Moye's eyes lit up, and his originally dull eyes regained some color.

Yes, Dugu Qiubai is an old monster who has lived from the Northern Song Dynasty to the present, spanning four hundred years.

At most, I have been reborn and practicing for ten years. Even if my talent is incredible, how can I compete with him?

Thinking of this, Zhu Moye's extinguished fighting spirit was ignited again. He looked up at Dugu Qiubai and said solemnly: "One day, I will defeat you fair and square!"

“Of course, at that time, you have to give it your all!”

When Dugu Qiubai saw the young man in front of him making a great oath, he couldn't help but smile. He was really a lot like himself back then.

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it."

At this moment, the two geniuses made a pact for the shocking battle in the future.

After relaxing, Zhu Moye recalled the scenes of the battle and couldn't help being a little stunned.

When he was performing the Bengquan just now, Dugu Qiubai seemed to have said the word "national martial arts"?

According to records, wasn't Chinese martial arts a kind of physical training technique created during the late Ming Dynasty when the ban on martial arts was in full swing and masters of internal skills had no room to survive?

How come Dugu Qiubai, who lived in the early to middle Ming Dynasty, already knew this word?

At that moment, he asked bluntly: "How do you know that I practiced Chinese martial arts?"

Dugu Qiubai heard Zhu Moye's confusion and said calmly, "When one reaches a very high level in Chinese martial arts, one possesses the power of foreshadowing, which allows one to see and hear nothing, and to avoid disaster and bring good luck. When one reaches the state of being able to see the gods, one can even see the Tathagata."

"It is indeed the most powerful physical training method created by combining the strengths of hundreds of schools and sects. However, if physical training can possess such miraculous predictive abilities, why can't internal strength, when it reaches its peak, foresee the future?"

Seeing Zhu Moye's sudden realization, Dugu Qiubai smiled faintly, secretly admiring his comprehension. He then added, "What's more, the essence of Chinese martial arts is to perfectly coordinate the power of every muscle in the body to defeat the enemy. This technique originated from the Wudang Tai Chi Classics."

"I am a close friend of Zhang Sanfeng, the immortal who passed away nearly a hundred years ago. It's not surprising that I know your background."

Zhu Moye nodded, not doubting the truth of his words.

With Dugu Qiubai's strength, there is no need to fool himself.

And from personal experience, I know that this guy is indeed a battle maniac. Even my half-baked Xiaoyao Sect martial arts can arouse his interest.

It would be strange if he never caused trouble for Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang, who founded his own school and was the best in the martial arts world.

Immediately, Zhu Moye's eyes lit up. In his past life and even in this life, he had been stuck in the realm of Gangjin. He had never heard of the realm of Jindan and seeing gods, which were legendary realms that no one had ever reached.

Not a single iota of understanding.

At this moment, isn’t there a super master who has learned the skills of Tongtianren right in front of you?

He immediately asked, "In that case, I have a question I would like to ask you."

Dugu Qiubai nodded and waited for his next words.

He now values ​​Zhu Moye very much. If he can help him grow quickly and have a satisfying battle with him, he will naturally answer all his questions.

"I want to know, how can I break through to the Golden Core Realm of National Martial Arts?"

Dugu Qiubai seemed to be thinking about something. After organizing his words, he said bluntly, "Not only is the natural barrier of national martial arts at the Golden Core level, but even beyond the Xiantian level, it's also the Golden Core level!"

I won’t stop until I scare the dead!

Zhu Moye seemed to be frightened by these thunder-like words and was stunned.

I kept chewing on this sentence in my mind.