Yan Wuhui's opponent was still neither sad nor happy, guarding the surrounding area. After a while, Yan Wuhui's attack gradually became weak, and the ferocity was slightly reduced. However, his opponent still did not take action and was very cautious. After Yan Wuhui's sword power dropped slightly, it began to become more violent again, with more flaws in his moves, and his momentum gradually dropped. After a while, Yan Wuhui stopped attacking with his sword, and was actually preparing to take a breather.
Yan Wu returned to attack for more than ten minutes, but the bald man did not fight back. When Yan Wu returned to stop, he started to attack actively. The bald man held his sword without firing, approaching Yan Wuhui with his body. His deft footwork moved left and right, making it difficult to judge the attack.
Yan Wuhui completely ignored the bald man's feints and stood still. The bald man kept probing around Yan Wuhui, but Yan Wuhui still didn't respond. The bald man was not in a hurry, and while changing his footwork, he kicked the ice cubes on the ground towards Yan Wuhui. Unexpectedly, Yan Wuhui ignored him at all and allowed the hard ice cubes to hit him, like a wooden man.
Seeing that Yan Wuhui ignored him at all, the bald man was very calm. After testing for a while, he stopped and stood on Yan Wuhui's right back, no longer moving.
The situation in the arena became very strange, as if it were acting. You perform a part, I perform a part, and then rest after the performance.
The two of them could keep their composure, but the long-haired man who had been watching the battle couldn't. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed a piece of ice as big as a millstone and threw it at Yan Wuhui. At this time, the bald man's eyes lit up.
The ice block as big as a millstone roared and hit Yan Wuhui. Yan Wuhui did not look back. The sword flashed and smashed the ice block into pieces. The broken ice blocks fell all over his head and face. At this moment, the bald man moved, turned sharply, and pulled out a gray afterimage, which appeared silently on the left rear side of Yan Wuhui. He raised his sword and slashed. It turned out that the sword was not drawn out, and it was even sheathed. Slash.
Yan Wuhui knocked his sword against the scabbard, and a sword-like light poured out from the bald man's scabbard. Yan Wuhui was about to splatter three feet of blood, but Yan Wuhui seemed to have expected it. Ice and snow were flying in the air, and as he stepped back, he bumped into the bald man's arms and hit his wrist. The sword-like light lost its luster and barely dragged across Yan Wuhui's back, causing blood to spatter.
The blow was successful and he avoided Yan Wuhui's elbow. The bald head wanted to use the force of the collision to distance himself, but Yan Wuhui tried all possible means to wait for this opportunity to get close, and how could he escape.
The bald head thought that Yan Wuhui's footwork was not as flexible as his, and he would definitely be able to distance himself. However, the fact surprised him. Yan Wuhui followed him like a shadow, and the light of the sword crisscrossed the space. Yan Wuhui, who seemed exhausted, was even more ferocious than before, and the strong wind The torrent of attacks continued without stopping, and in the blink of an eye, he was already at a disadvantage.
From the previous test, Yan Wuhui knew that this man had been hiding his sword. He must have wanted to succeed with one blow and save his strength to deal with the remaining person. He remembered what the man above had said: There is no consciousness of being buried in the tiger's den. Where is the merit of killing the tiger?
Using his body as bait and calculating the opponent's calculations accurately, he finally lured the tiger out of its cave.
The sound of swords clashing became a continuous sound. The bald man's swordsmanship was superb, even better than that of Yan Wuhui. Unfortunately, he was not as desperate as Yan Wuhui, and he did not let others chop him with a knife and then chop him with ruthlessness.
Baldhead lost, Yan Wuhui hit him three times, and he hit Yan Wuhui once. Yan Wuhui was still standing, but he fell down.
The bald man fell down, and before Yan Wuhui could take a breath, the long-haired man was already in front of him. This person's idea is very obvious. I will not join forces with others, but I will not let it go if I have the opportunity.
The bloody battle resumed. The long-haired man practiced Baji Tongzhi, and his fighting style was as fierce as Yan Wuhui's. Yan Wuhui was injured, so he was already at a disadvantage, but he did not give in at all. The swords came and punched, the swords flashed, and the fists roared. After a few moves, Yan Wuhui was not on guard and was thrown by the long-haired man. The whole face was beaten with long hair and was covered with blood.
Suffering a heavy blow, Yan Wuhui became furious and used every move with all his might. The long-haired man responded calmly and refused to give in. After a few moves, Yan Wuhui took a hard blow from the long-haired man and snatched off a piece of flesh from his opponent's shoulder. .
Trading injury for injury, life for life, Yan Wuhui was really trying his best. The long-haired man's fist fell on Yan Wuhui, as if beating a drum. Yan Wuhui was hurt all over his body, and he vomited it out. I'm afraid there's a bucket full of blood.
Using madness to control madness, using ruthlessness to control ruthlessness, seeing Yan Wuhui's cruelty, the long-haired man was determined to defeat Yan Wuhui.
The extremely brutal battle was shocking to everyone who saw it. The whole arena was covered with blood. Yan Wuhui's blood seemed to be flowing endlessly.
Changfa was dead. He broke Yan Wuhui's shoulder blade with one punch. Yan Wuhui slashed one of his arms with a knife. Blood spurted out three feet high. Yan Wuhui didn't give him a chance to stop the bleeding until the last part of his blood flowed out. A drop of blood.
After fighting to the death with a bald head and long hair, Yan Wuhui advanced, but everyone felt that he would not be able to survive the next round.
Turning his head, he glanced at Chu Xiang with cold eyes. Yan Wuhui dragged his seriously injured body out of the ring area. His fierce eyes scared away the doctor who came to treat him. The doctor did not dare to step forward or approach the injured man. The lone wolf.
"Aren't you going to give me some advice?" Shi Wuzheng said, looking in the direction in which Yan Wuhui was leaving.
"The path he chooses can only be walked by him alone." Chu Xiang said, seeming to sigh again.
Chu Xiang knows that Yan Wuhui will not die. If he dies, he will no longer be Yan Wuhui. How can a person who awakens his demon body die so easily? Moreover, this person is Yan Wuhui, who has always survived in death. Yan has no reply.
The last game was another battle between the strong. One person was killed, one was seriously injured, and the one with minor injuries advanced.
The competition in the 17th arena is all over. After experiencing the baptism of two top masters, both of them have gained something. They will no longer watch the unfinished games in other arenas. Shi Wuzheng has just made a breakthrough and returned to Nanhua Villa for retreat. At the same time, he is preparing to deal with it. The possible crisis caused by Chu Xiang's military speech.
Chu Xiang glanced at the crowds scattered around him and walked back to the city. Although life and death in the arena are tragic, it is nothing compared to the struggle for survival. After seeing the misery in the world, my heart gradually becomes cold and will not be touched by it at all.
It was only half past twelve noon, which was still early than four in the afternoon, but Chu Xiang arrived at Banyue Pavilion early. There are not many people near Banyueting. It is a relatively remote and desolate place, inaccessible, and the surrounding environment has an eerie feeling.
Those who want to teach martial arts arrive early, and those who want to attend the lecture have not yet arrived. This is probably rare. It is like class, the teacher always comes after the students have arrived. How can any teacher come to the classroom first and wait for the students?
Chu Xiang was not in a hurry, sitting cross-legged in the pavilion, thinking about the meeting with Lu Feng and Liu Boyong just now. Some people had come outside. When they saw Chu Xiang, they looked at him outside the pavilion. After confirming that it was Chu Xiang, they all looked for someone. Sit down outside the pavilion and wait quietly.
Changsun Yue once asked Chu Xiang why he chose this place. This place is a special place for Chu Xiang. This is his first time here, but this place has a lot to do with him. Duan Meng was kidnapped by people from the Mountain Guest Alliance, and the other party asked to meet here. Leng Ruyue and Nan It was also here that Zhongdao killed the kidnapper, which was a place that got him into trouble.
After the incident that once caused a storm in the city, the Mountain Guest Alliance regained its face. However, the murderer was never found, which led to the Mountain Guest Alliance and the Buddhist Association to form an opposition. Chu Xiang, who is now closely related to Duan Meng and whose martial arts is unpredictable, chose Chu Xiang. We were talking about martial arts here, and we had beaten people from the Mountain Guest Alliance the day before. The Mountain Guest Alliance thought with their toes and knew that Chu Xiang must be someone closely related to this matter, and it was not just as simple as having a good relationship with Duan Meng.
Chu Xiangxuan's intention to talk about martial arts here is very obvious. This matter has something to do with me. If you want to cause trouble, just come and take it all.
As time went by, more and more people were outside the pavilion. Snowflakes fell in droves, turning those who came first into a grayish color. Seeing this, those who came later also sat down cross-legged around the pavilion and waited quietly. .
Before today's event, Chu Xiang was just a slightly famous master. After today's event, he has become a super master who occupies a place in the world's martial arts. The terrifying scene when he defeated three marrow masters and confronted Lu Feng all showed Chu Xiang's super strength. Such a powerful peak martial artist publicly taught martial arts. Who wouldn't want to come and watch, even the marrow masters? Don't want to miss this opportunity.
Everyone has a herd mentality, especially when affected by special circumstances. The surroundings of Fengyu Pavilion were very quiet, and the slightly gloomy atmosphere seemed much softer after the crowd gathered. Some people who had just come to speak loudly found that everyone was sitting quietly, and felt a little embarrassed, so they all became quiet.
They were all people who had survived the bloody storm, and everyone was carrying evil spirits. Sitting here quietly at this time, everyone found that the evil spirits on their bodies seemed to have disappeared, and their hearts were quiet and peaceful as never before, and the falling snowflakes seemed to have disappeared. A touch of poetry.
There are more and more people around the pavilion, a mass of black heads, the people inside are all white, and the number is still increasing. Changsun Yue sat in the crowd and found that all the things he had planned to do could not be carried out. He had become one among the crowd, no different from others.
More and more experts came. When it was almost four o'clock, a slender young man appeared on a balcony in the south. He had a majestic face and a majestic demeanor in his behavior. His aura was vaguely in opposition to Chu Xiang. , obviously a top master.
In the blink of an eye, it was four o'clock, and Chu Xiang was still sitting there motionless, with no intention of speaking. It was a bit strange that the lecture time had come, but the speaker did not move. People still kept coming. Seeing that Chu Xiang did not teach martial arts, some people left with a few words of disdain, while others sat down and blended in with the meditating crowd.
The quiet and peaceful atmosphere was intoxicating. Twenty minutes after four o'clock, the silence was finally broken, and Chu Xiang's voice gradually sounded. I bowed my head and closed my ears. My original intention was not to join the secular world, but disaster struck from the sky and the world changed drastically. , The heart has nowhere to go and has to do something extraordinary. Yu Sanjiu knows the destiny, and it is difficult to be deceived by arrogance, luxury, fame and desire, let alone those who are confused by theory. Thinking about the past and present, the so-called sages are not always consistent, and many have made mistakes.
Therefore, it is said: The sage cannot be effective, and the saint cannot be imitated. I am who I am, and I act according to my heart. No matter whether it is a devil or a demon, success is a success, failure is a failure. I do my best and obey the destiny. That's it. We are just stupid dogs, so why do we need to think so much about doing what we should do and doing what we should do? If Heaven is unkind, why bother to destroy it; if the earth is unjust, why should we fear destruction.
The strong have no fear and are indomitable. My way is not the right way, but the extreme way. It exercises the body and mind to the extreme and develops a shocking will. Therefore, when I sit down, I do not distinguish between humans, monsters, demons, and witches, and I do not distinguish between good and evil. There are no distinctions of race or sects, but anyone who is willing to learn can attend the lectures.
As I wish, you all can achieve supreme achievements, defeat me in the palm of your hand, and strengthen the Chinese bloodline to last for eternity. "
The voice gradually rose and entered everyone's ears clearly. Every word was spoken, and the breath fluctuated with the words. Those who couldn't understand felt the breath and felt that they understood it.
Chu Xiang's loud voice penetrated everyone's hearts. Suddenly, someone among the people sitting on the ground raised their hands, breaking the harmony.
The person who raised his hand was a thin middle-aged man. Feeling Chu Xiang's questioning eyes, the thin man said nervously: "I don't understand."
As soon as the sentence came out, it was as if a stone was dropped on the calm lake, and the silence was suddenly disrupted. Looking at what this man was wearing, Chu Xiang knew clearly. Not many people could understand it from the classical Chinese text. This man was dressed like a typical hard-working migrant worker. It was normal not to understand. In fact, it doesn’t matter whether this passage is clear or not. It was only about the first twenty years of his life. It is enough to feel the meaning he conveys.
Chu Xiang nodded slightly, and the middle-aged man sat down. The rippled lake surface calmed down again, and the atmosphere returned to the previous tranquility and peace.
"There are no tricks in martial arts. Disasters from heaven have made it difficult for us to survive, but they have also given us better conditions for martial arts training than before. Now our upper limit of physical strength is much higher than before the great changes. Those who practiced martial arts in the past We have to spend a lot of time training our bodies to develop a strong physique, but now that our bodies are strong, this part of the effort can be saved by half..."
Chu Xiang switched to straightforward vernacular, summarizing the outline of martial arts training after the great changes, explaining the levels of martial arts, starting from the lowest level of Zhengjin, describing the key points of martial arts training in the most direct and simple way, and conducting live drills and lessons.
The art of martial arts is a treasured secret passed down from generation to generation in the family sect. The obscure formula training method was described by Chu Xiang in straightforward language, which greatly benefited everyone who listened. Most of the people who come to listen to the lecture are survivors who are struggling to survive at the bottom. They all rely on the experience gained from daily fighting and fighting. No one has ever taught them. Now someone is telling them this, telling them how to take the real path. Combining my own experience with the way Chu Xiang explained it, I immediately understood many key points after confirming the two aspects.
The path of martial arts is different and leads to the same goal. Whether it is orthodox martial arts training or fighting skills summed up by instinct, they all have the same starting point and the same goal. However, the former is more refined and correct after being summarized by our ancestors, while the latter is complicated and insufficiently summarized. , using the experience of the former to guide the latter can be said to be a matter of course.
The whole martial arts lecture was very smooth. In the falling snow, Chu Xiang did not stop until ten o'clock in the evening. However, the crowd still refused to leave. Around the pavilion, Chu Xiang answered many people's questions until eleven o'clock in the middle of the night. , the crowd was reluctant to leave. The person Chu Xiang expected to disrupt the situation did not appear. It seemed that nothing that Shi Wuzheng and the two were worried about would happen. Instead, there were many powerful auras around, which was beyond his expectation.
After the explanation, Chu Xiang said to Changsun Yue: "Go and find the person who spoke at the beginning."
Chang Sun Yue in the crowd heard Chu Xiang's words, nodded and left.
When Chu Xiang stood up and was about to leave Banyueting, a majestic voice from the south came: "Shaoxing Sun Ying pays a visit."
