Feeling the momentum released by Wang Meng, Xia Wu sighed: "I thought this job would be easy, but now it seems that I am at a bit of a disadvantage."
Then he took a deep breath, and the energy in his body surged wildly, sending it to Xia Wu's right fist along a specific route.
In line with the energy generated in his body, Xia Wu punched Wang fiercely. His punch seemed light and had no sense of power at all.
Following the punch, those mold-like things on the walls and the ground also floated up, and then spun together to form a mottled black tornado, which hit Wang Meng ten steps away.
Wang Meng laughed dryly, and the long knife in his hand flashed. The cold sword light immediately struck into the black dragon, splitting the tornado covered with black patches into two halves.
There was clearly only one sword light in the corridor, but Xia Wu suddenly felt extremely dangerous. He tilted his head suddenly and felt a chill on his shoulders. His clothes suddenly exploded and shattered into thousands of butterflies.
At the same time, a deep mark was quickly formed on the wall behind him, as if someone had struck him with a knife.
Xia Wu's pupils expanded slightly: "A move you can't see?"
That's right.
Wang Meng used a combat technique called 'Wu Ming' just now.
Those who are ignorant do not know the illusion of the conscious mind, and grasping for reality does not destroy the self. Therefore, the alaya consciousness arises and relies on the grasping of the self to cling to name and form, thus leading to the cycle of life and death.
Mahayana Buddhism divides ignorance into two parts: ignorance of one thought and ignorance of no beginning.
Among them, one thought of ignorance includes four kinds of dwelling troubles: "seeing, desire, form, and existence".
Wang Meng's combat technique of "ignorance" was created by himself. The core idea of the combat technique was born out of the "view" of ignorance.
Seeing may not be believing. On the surface, he only struck one blow, but in fact, it might have been two, three, or even more.
If the opponent cannot see through it in time and is obsessed with 'I see', it will kill him in minutes.
Often, those who see Wang Meng's combat skills for the first time will be filled with anger on the spot.
It's just that Xia Wu is ranked as Tongxuan and has sensitive perception, so he can detect it in time and avoid the 'invisible' knife.
"Although it is just a test, if you are not careful, you will lose your life."
"This big guy is too dangerous."
Xia Wu shouted loudly, made a door-opening gesture with his hands, and moved his hands to the left and right.
The black spots on the surrounding walls and ground all flew up, spinning on their own, turning into black tornadoes and rushing toward Wang Meng.
As these black dragons walk, they occasionally collide with each other and merge into one, forming a thicker black tornado; occasionally they split themselves into two or even multiple small tornadoes.
The whole corridor was filled with large and small black tornadoes, leaving Wang Meng with almost no room to dodge.
Wang Meng's thick eyebrows twitched and he said, "It's just a part-time job. Why do you work so hard? It's just for fun."
After all, the long sword in his hand cut out a long sword shadow, and suddenly opened a passage from those black tornadoes.
Wang Meng threw it with his other hand, and a dagger immediately flashed across the corridor and went straight to Xia Wu's chest.
Xia Wu stepped aside to avoid it.
Suddenly my eyes flashed with flowers.
The dagger disappeared into thin air.
Wang Meng's figure appeared in front of him.
Using the divine ability, Wang Meng and the dagger exchanged positions and easily passed through the corridor filled with black tornadoes.
Xia Wu's scalp was numb, he shouted loudly, and retreated violently.
At the same time, the tip of his toe tapped the ground, and the black spots on the ground suddenly floated up. The black spots shot out black rays of light, densely packed, and stabbed at Wang Meng like a forest of spears.
Wang Meng didn't make the slightest move, and suddenly a cold light spread across the black forest of spears.
The gun forest suddenly collapsed.
Then a red line suddenly appeared on Xia Wu's left cheek, and then the skin was torn open and blood dripped down.
"What's the move this time?"
"There was no action of swinging the knife, but there was a substantial attack?"
Xia Wu's pupils shrank violently.
He was right.
After 'Wu Ming', Wang Meng used another combat technique.
colorless.
The so-called color is emptiness, and emptiness is color.
Color is empty.
Mahayana Buddhism believes that the colors, sounds, flavors, and touches in the material world are all greed.
Material has no eternity. What you see, hear, feel, and feel will change with the passage of time. In the end, the things you love and are attached to will end up being nothing.
All will return to nothingness.
All will be in vain.
Therefore, people cannot be obsessed with what they see and hear in front of them. These things will eventually disappear, and they should not be obsessed with them.
This form of 'colorless', the concept comes from this method, is an invisible attack.
Stopping in the corridor, Xia Wu gently wiped the wound on his cheek with his hand, took a deep breath, and started running his technique.
Suddenly, the black clouds and mist that shrouded the corridor suddenly descended and formed a black shadow beside Xia Wu.
This black shadow was in the shape of a human, wearing armor and a helmet. One hand was protecting Xia Wu, and the other hand was making a fist towards Wang Meng.
This black shadow only has the upper body, but the image is huge. Although it is only a half-length shadow, it fills the entire corridor space, making this corridor seem a bit narrow.
Wang Meng narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Yuan Shen?"
"Hey, this thing is quite rare. You actually cultivated the soul."
"It's a pity that it's only half a body, and it's full of Yin energy and evil intentions. He's a Yin god, right?"
"Aren't you afraid of losing your life by being with this thing?"
Xia Wu smiled and said: "It is better to lose your life than to die."
"That's right." Wang Meng nodded, "You brought out all the Yins and Gods. So, are you serious about it?"
"As I said before, it's just a part-time job, why do you work so hard?"
Xia Wu shrugged his shoulders: "There is no way. Even if you are working part-time, you can't just run away after two moves."
"If this happens, I won't be able to find a job in the future."
"So just be serious."
With the long knife on his shoulder, Wang Meng frowned: "I can't tell, you are quite dedicated."
"Then there's no way."
"Let me be serious too."
Suddenly, the phantom of the ferocious beast behind Wang Meng suddenly turned into a colorful stream of light, attached to the magnificent body.
So Wang Meng's pattern of the ferocious beast appeared on both sides of his neck and all over his body, as if he had the ferocious beast tattooed on his body.
When this pattern was formed and stabilized, Wang Meng's aura became more and more violent, and the momentum was so overwhelming that it could change the mood of the situation.
Secret method!
Grant the body. The evil pattern!
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Chug tug tug!
In the corridor, there were constant gunshots.
A dense barrage fell on Li Yuqing, but they were all blocked by the 'earth and rock armor' on her body. The deformed warheads fell like raindrops at the woman's feet, making a clanging sound.
At the same time, on the other side of the corridor, the guards who had attracted Li Yuqing's attention were unaware that bony palms were emerging from various parts of their bodies.
