Boom, boom, boom!
Following Duan Zhen's loud roar, more than a thousand people behind him suddenly became silent.
Then, a deafening and strong singing sound suddenly rose.
This is a very creative song.
The lyrics are like a gorgeous and beautiful prose poem, which is extremely vivid and powerful when sung.
Although there is no melody accompaniment, just singing a cappella can make anyone feel that extremely intuitive emotion.
High and exciting, sonorous and powerful, inspiring.
The young Fuso people who were singing on the field were almost instantly suppressed by this richer, more intense, and more exciting singing!
The lyrics in their mouths suddenly became slow, as if there was an irresistible spiritual force that was constantly disturbing and repelling them.
For a moment, two very distinct emotions were ignited in the surrounding air.
One is high-spirited and the other is tragic.
And that high-spirited and high-spirited mind is fierce and powerful, like the combined force of heaven and earth, powerful in all directions.
"Use our flesh and blood to build our new Great Wall!"
Duan Zhen also sang loudly, his voice was the loudest and loudest.
The python swallowing pill energy in his body was repeatedly compressed and solidified to an unprecedented degree.
During operation, it is like a giant steam boiler that continues to roar.
And with each step he took, every inch of force he exerted was applied to the ancient Tai Chi style of diamond pounding and hammering, with an extremely open and radiant power.
This force is extremely strong and it is the most powerful method of transporting energy in Tai Chi.
It hit the ground hard one after another, creating extremely deep holes in the green granite cement floor.
There was also the strong wind that had been surrounding him, like the eye of a whirlpool, mixing up the trampled gravel wantonly.
The passionate singing of the chorus of thousands of people almost shook the earth, moving forward like the wind and rain.
Their thoughts seemed to form a sharp sword that destroyed the bright and clear at this moment, breaking through the vastness of the world and returning the mountains and rivers to the clarity.
That will was extremely firm, filled with the meaning of protection and resistance, and instantly overwhelmed the singing of Fuso in the field.
"How is it possible...that the spirit of our Yamato nation is no match for this!"
The old man holding the box in the distance spoke harshly.
When the Chinese national anthem sounded, he immediately felt the indomitable and exciting power.
That force was so strong and deep that they couldn't resist it at all.
He also felt that the fighting spirit of Fuso young people on the field was fading rapidly, as if they were facing an unstoppable enemy and were no longer able to sing the soul of the nation.
The old man's expression changed drastically. His body could be killed, but his spirit couldn't!
"Gentlemen! Continue!"
He let out a long roar and stepped violently on the ground for more than ten steps. All the energy in his body was concentrated in his chest and abdomen, and he immediately raised his singing voice to the maximum.
His whole body flashed an extremely abnormal bright red, and patches of skin turned black and purple. He was already overdrawing his life and exerting his energy!
The young Fusang people on the field immediately felt that their momentum was rising again, and they couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the old man.
Then he saw the scene of trying his best, spitting out blood from liver and gallbladder, and burning the light of life.
"May my emperor...!"
Tears flowed from their eyes, and they suddenly closed them one by one.
Almost in an instant, they formed a human wall, blocking Duan Zhen.
And the singing became louder and louder.
All of them were brave and not afraid of death.
Even if he saw Duan Zhen tilting and destroying everything with the strong wind, he was not afraid at all.
“The spirit of a nation can only be defeated by a spirit stronger than itself.”
Duan Zhen sighed slightly when he saw the scene in front of him.
As a Chinese, he has had deep hostility and hatred towards Fusang since he was a child.
Every time he looked at history, what the other party did would make him extremely angry.
I wish I could go out in person, go back to that era, and kill the intruders.
But he doesn't have extreme thoughts, at least he won't have the idea of killing everyone in Fuso.
"This time, it's all about stance!"
Duan Zhen's eyes narrowed, and without any pause in his body, he stepped forward suddenly again.
"Forward! Forward! Forward!"
The singing voice that had always been filled with it instantly sublimated again, like breaking through the top of the sky and taking another step forward.
Overcoming all difficulties and obstacles, we finally embarked on the unknown and bright road ahead!
More than a thousand people walked slowly behind Duan Zhen. When the last seven words were sung, they also stepped vigorously at the same time.
Every step was taken calmly, forcefully and fearlessly.
"Boom boom boom!"
As the last word was sung, Duan Zhen roared again, releasing all his mental power at this moment.
The violent wind of gravel surrounding him, like innate energy, instantly rushed towards all the Fuso young people standing in front of him.
The power this time was even more powerful than the first time he released it!
The air was compressed to an extremely heavy level, and it actually formed an awl-like air wave that swept away!
Whirring whirring!
The sounds of blasting air, the impact of flesh and blood, and the sounds of broken bones and tendons came one after another.
The human wall blocking him was blown away by the strong wind that penetrated the sky.
The wind invades like fire, and the thoughts move forward inexorably.
Those Fuso young people had no resistance at all. They were like being attacked by air bombs, and they bounced off and flew into the air one after another, forming a mess.
"stop!"
When the old man standing at the end saw this scene, he immediately spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.
He felt that as people continued to fall, the spirit hanging in his heart gradually began to break.
Thousands of them sang solemnly and solemnly, and the Yamato national spirit formed was actually defeated again.
Although the young people present did not die, after this battle, it is probably difficult for them to make further progress in lifelong martial arts.
What's more serious is that even the spirit of maintaining the nation in their hearts will be shaken.
"Ahhh!"
The old man moved suddenly, and he almost instantly pulled out the long knife from his waist, like a crescent moon, and struck Duan Zhen, who was approaching slowly.
"I, Beichen An, will never back down!"
He roared loudly and used all his strength with this sword.
The nine major acupuncture points around his body were all pumped up, and the light of the sword flashed through the air, setting off a wisp of strong wind, heading straight towards Duan Zhen.
As that energy circulates, he is also a master who has reached the peak of his energy.
"Beichen'an? Very good. I have seen your spirit and your martial arts will."
Duan Zhen saw the old man announcing his name and slashing at him with a long sword, but he didn't stop at all.
But it still maintains that forward attitude.
While walking, he just raised his palm and made a seal with one hand.
"Boom!"
The airflow around him suddenly became obscure and inexplicable, and the air was actually a little heavy, as if it was filled with lead.
Layers of ripples visible to the naked eye exploded in the void.
Even Beichen'an, who was attacking with a knife, could see the scene where the air turned into water, as if the mere existence of this palm print made it difficult for him to compete.
"What a terrible palm print..."
At this moment, Beichen'an felt like he was being plunged into a whirlpool of chaos.
No matter how hard I tried, it was difficult to chop it down.
He felt like the air around him was beginning to be sucked out of him, and his body became heavier and heavier.
It's like losing oxygen in a vacuum and about to fall into eternal silence.
"Your spirit deserves respect. This primitive seal is my fundamental method. Please appreciate it!"
Duan Zhen spoke again, his voice becoming extremely solemn.
At this moment, he shared both hands, and his fingers changed to an inexplicably complicated level.
A bright seal suddenly flashed out, and then melted into the palm of his hand like light and dust.
He twisted his waist, and a surge of energy surged from the soles of his feet.
At the same time, spiritual power flows out from the center of the eyebrows and falls into the Dantian.
The energy and blood in the whole body began to condense into a very small point, like the origin of the creation of the world, vast and empty.
Then, he slowly pushed out a palm and covered Beichen'an's sword.
"boom!"
Beichen'an tried his best to finally break through the obscure meaning, and then heard an extremely clear and thin sound.
Immediately afterwards, his vision dimmed, and a distant and majestic seal came into view.
"original…"
He could no longer move for a moment, and his mind finally stopped at this moment.
Once the seal is sealed, the sword will crush the soul.
"Senior Beichen!"
"No! Stop!"
"Stop! Let Senior Beichen go!"
The moment Duan Zhen's palm covered him, the Fusang youths who had been injured by the gravel and fell to the ground suddenly burst into extremely sad cries.
They watched this scene happen but were unable to do anything.
"Boom boom boom!"
Layers of air waves exploded on the ground, and the entire venue was in chaos, as if it had been bombarded by countless artillery shells.
Duan Zhen also let go of his hand and gently placed Beichen'an's body on the ground.
He looked at the injured young people standing in front of him, wondering what they were thinking.
Just when he was silent, a small sound suddenly sounded on the field, and then the sound became louder and louder.
"Devil! You devil!"
"Executioner!"
"Kill him! Kill him!"
"Avenge Senior Beichen!"
The young people present roared angrily, and their words were all about killing Duan Zhenhe.
The roar also contained a sense of grief and unforgettable hatred.
Hundreds or thousands of people stood up again.
They kept moving towards Duan Zhen, as if they were going to go up together and tear Duan Zhen into pieces.
And just as they stood up, more than a thousand people behind Duan Zhen also moved.
The two parties totaled two to three thousand people, and they immediately confronted each other.
The atmosphere on the field changed again, and it seemed that an extremely fierce group fight was about to break out at the next moment.
"You guys are really tough."
Duan Zhen looked at this scene without any fluctuation in his eyes.
These people on the field are all ordinary martial arts practitioners. Judging from their body shape, they should be practicing Aikido Kung Fu, but they obviously have not received the true knowledge.
This is also the reason why he didn't kill him before.
Otherwise, the gravel stirred up by the strong wind of mental power, combined with his Tai Chi power, would be enough to penetrate and kill everyone.
"Roar!!!"
Seeing everyone's emotions getting more and more intense, Duan Zhen suddenly burst out with a loud roar.
This sound was like a giant dragon soaring in the sky in ancient times. It descended mightily, and the air once again exploded with layers of air waves.
The potholes and dirt on the ground were revealed, and the sound echoed for more than ten seconds before stopping.
Moreover, his feet violently trampled the ground again, and his luck was greater than before.
At this moment, it was like countless crazy bulls running rapidly.
Boom, boom, boom!
His heartbeat was beating more and more violently, as if the heavenly drum was beating.
The body suddenly grew taller and grew to two meters tall.
Flesh and blood surged all over his body, and it seemed like there were dozens of giant pythons hidden in his clothes, constantly turning and rolling.
"Still fighting?"
He looked at the Fusang young people in front of him who were frightened again, and spoke in a deep voice.
The human spirit has its limits.
When this group of people sang the requiem for the first time, they were defeated by the turbulence in the air caused by Duan Zhen. Later, with the encouragement of Beichen An, they cheered up and sang the Fuso national anthem.
But then they were suppressed again by the singing voices of Duan Zhen's side, and even Beichen'an was killed by Duan Zhen.
The energy in their chests suddenly rose again, and they wanted to attack in groups.
But at this moment, I saw Duan Zhen making such a big noise again. He even grew to more than two meters tall, walking and talking like a demon god.
The anger in their hearts finally couldn't be maintained.
Again and again, the second is weak, the third is exhausted.
The power of the spirit cannot counteract the overpowering physical power.
Without their backbone, this group of Fusang youths didn't even need Duan Zhen to take action.
Their hearts, spirits, and wills have been completely defeated by today's scene.
In the future of martial arts, unless one can break through this layer of oppression in his heart, it will be difficult to make any progress in his life.
"let's go."
Duan Zhen shook his head when he saw that the nearly a thousand young people in front of him were silent to death.
After this battle, these people have become useless.
He returned to his normal shape and turned around.
The Duan family behind him immediately made way for him, looking at him with respect and admiration.
"The spirit of a master."
Duan Shiyi also sighed inwardly. He followed Duan Zhen and watched the whole process from entering the venue to now.
All the time adds up to less than an hour.
But in just this hour, the opponent's massive scene was completely defeated.
Even the current head of the Beichen family, Beichen An, the inheritor of Beichen Yidao style, was killed by Duan Zhen with one palm.
Just after Duan Zhen left the dojo, the entire Fuso martial arts world exploded.
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