A cruel look flashed across the corner of Xie Jianxiong's mouth, and the right fist he swung out suddenly changed its direction and struck again towards the position where Mo Guyuan was dodging. The biting wind blew towards Mo Guyuan, which surprised him.
"Does body refining have some elements of the Taoism in the Huang Ting Jing?" Mo Guyuan wondered secretly in his heart.
In fact, it is not surprising that Mo Guyuan can see this. From his cultivation time in the past two years to his current state of Yuqing, he has also felt the changes in his physical body, dredging his muscles and veins, and strengthening his body. It can also be regarded as a kind of physical training method.
Body training originated from the Taoist practice terminology, which uses exercises and moves to train the body, and also uses certain natural and earthly treasures to temper the body. The I Ching cleanses the marrow and reborn. It's just that there are so many rare treasures in the world. Apart from talent, it is more a test of the practitioner's own endurance and courage.
As the purest body training sect in the mountains and seas, Qixing Island naturally knows the basics of body training, strengthening the body and practicing moves and techniques, which all play an external supporting role. The core of it is to open up the four meridians of Ren and Du in the body, use Qi to store power, and use power to go out. It is still necessary to cultivate Qi in the body.
The so-called transporting the essence of the three flowers and five qi, washing the bones and cutting away the hair, transporting the heat of the sky, traveling thousands of miles in a day, transporting the navel by day, and transporting mud pills at night, are all manifestations of a body refiner.
No matter how you say it, the art of body training, internal or external, is the art of body training. The two complement each other and complement each other, so that you can reach great heights.
Mo Guyuan saw that the punch in front of him was fierce and powerful. He did not dare to take it lightly at the moment, but he was not willing to dodge it. Instead, he shouted loudly, raised one hand, and collided with Xie Jianxiong with the same fist.
Xie Jianxiong saw this kid acting so boldly. Perhaps he had never seen the fists of a body-refining person, but he dared to confront him head-on. There was still a big difference between this method and power.
The wind of the fist hit his face, Xie Jianxiong slashed horizontally, his bones creaked, and the sound of the wind seemed a bit ferocious under his arms.
Mo Guyuan punched, and a dozen Tai Chi diagrams flickered on his body. Although he wanted to have a head-on collision with him, Mo Guyuan was not stupid. Even if his cultivation had improved, he could not speak of physical skills. , I didn’t cultivate deliberately, so naturally I couldn’t compare with Xie Jianxiong at the same level, so I made a Tai Chi diagram first to take precautions.
As before, the two were fighting hand-to-hand again, but compared to before, Xie Jianxiong was fighting with all his strength.
A drop of blue light bloomed dazzlingly, it was the Qixing Island Kung Fu, the Seven Skills of Blue Fist.
As the name suggests, the Blue Fist Seven Skills have seven different depths, ranging from one to seven. The levels of each level are different, and the power is naturally different.
If you want to master all the seven arts, this will greatly test the physical strength of the body refiner, because this unique skill itself relies heavily on the hardness of the body of the body refiner. As long as the body strength reaches the requirements of the seven arts of Blue Fist, it can naturally be used for one's own purposes.
Mo Guyuan looked intently, and the color of Xie Jianxiong's blue light in front of him seemed to be a bit lighter than that of Tang Nianbei that day.
In fact, Mo Guyuan didn't know that the color of each layer of the Seven Skills of Blue Fist will have different changes. The lower three layers are almost all light blue, and the upper four layers are dark blue, cobalt blue, cyan blue, and the last layer is black. basket.
Tang Nianbei has practiced hard since he was a child, and his endurance is unmatched by ordinary people. He has already reached the fourth level of Blue Fist, but Xie Jianxiong has just entered the third level, so he should be incomparable.
The blue light collided with the black and white Tai Chi diagram, and a deafening sound exploded. Ruins were flying around the two people, and air waves were rolling. They used all their strength to collide with each other. This time, they no longer relied on the force to move back. Instead, they firmly held their bodies steady and used their inner strength to press each other harder.
In front of Mo Guyuan, at the moment of the previous collision, three or four Tai Chi diagrams disappeared into thin air.
Xie Jianxiong moved forward indomitably, the blue light filled his entire right arm, the brilliance surged, and his arrogance was endless. With the help of his strength and speed, he once again pressed a few inches towards Mo Guyuan's fist, and in an instant, several more Tai Chi were destroyed by him.
Mo Guyuan gritted his teeth, and there were faint beads of sweat falling from his forehead. Under his full strength, Xie Jianxiong really had some strength. Mo Guyuan refused to retreat and still punched out with all his strength.
Seeing Mo Guyuan struggling, Xie Jianxiong said with a sarcastic smile, "Do you think this is all I have, boy? Let me show you the true power of our Seven Blue Fist Skills."
After saying that, Xie Jianxiong raised his left hand again. In an instant, blue light flowed like a rising flame. He roared and threw it at Mo Guyuan.
Mo Guyuan felt something in his heart, and a yellow light bloomed and shone out from under his feet. The water poured in, making Mo Guyuan feel like he couldn't use up all his strength.
Xie Jianxiong held his fists in front, and the two of them faced each other, and their aura became more fierce and violent.
Xie Jianxiong saw that there was no Tai Chi diagram in front of the man. He had clearly hit the man's fist with his fist, but he did not expect that he could be knocked away and severely injured. In the current situation, he actually He can still resist his own brute force.
"What is the origin of this kid? When did the Wuying Sect have such a disciple? His physical strength is almost catching up with his own." Xie Jianxiong was puzzled, but he did not dare to relax even a little bit.
He pressed towards Mo Guyuan again, and the blue light surged. At the same time, his inner voice came from the same disciple, shouting, "While he is fighting with me now, you start from behind."
Hearing this, the remaining disciples of Qixing Island no longer hesitated, opened up their formation and started to kill Mo Guyuan.
Behind, Chen Shimei, who was previously intimidated by Mo Guyuan's sharp sword, still had a shadow. At this moment, he deliberately slowed down and fell to the end, pretending to kill.
"Hey, didn't you challenge him to a duel? Why did all these people suddenly get involved?" Yu Qinggong frowned and shouted.
Xie Jianxiong didn't care about anything else. He licked the corner of his mouth, smiled arrogantly, and said solemnly, "Let's challenge one of the group of people. If you really want to see one-on-one, little lady, I'll kill this guy later, and you and I will find someone else." There is a place where you can challenge yourself to your heart’s content.”
Xie Jianxiong's eyes showed a smile, his wretched attitude was revealed, and he did not forget to wink at Yu Qinggong.
Seeing how despicable this man was, Yu Qinggong was about to curse a few words, but Mo Guyuan was already burning with anger, and there were veins bulging on his forehead.
"Watch your mouth, or I will tear your open mouth apart." Mo Guyuan said coldly.
Xie Jianxiong saw that his fellow disciple had jumped down, and the blue fist flashed, running behind Mo Guyuan.
"Haha, what? You must be jealous. It's a pity that you won't be able to see me and that little lady. Otherwise, I can teach you a few tricks." Xie Jianxiong looked proud, and he didn't forget to wink at Mo Guyuan. Ichiban.
When Yu Qinggong saw that Mo Guyuan was being attacked from both sides, he wanted to help from the side, but suddenly a voice sounded in his heart.
"Miss Yu, leave these people to me, just watch them."
When Yu Qinggong heard this, he was stunned, and then looked at Mo Guyuan closely.
In front of him, Mo Guyuan's left hand formed a sword finger, and he quickly moved upwards. Behind him, the Xuanyuan sword roared, but he still kept his body motionless, and continued to press against Xie Jianxiong with his right hand.
When the sword flew out from Mo Guyuan's back, Xie Jianxiong had already noticed something strange. The sharp edge of the sword energy rushed towards his face, and even he felt a little panicked and cold.
Mo Guyuan was not in a hurry. The Xuanyuan Sword did not fly to his left hand. He controlled the sword with his hand and made gestures in the air. The Xuanyuan Sword lay horizontally behind him, and the tip of the sword pointed at the people behind him.
Chen Shimei, who was at the very back of Seven Star Island, had already lost his sense of control when he saw the sharp sword. He didn't dare to step forward, so he had to stop and move towards a certain place.
Regardless of the rest of the disciples, it was normal for Taoists to use swords. However, it was a bit weird that Mo Guyuan could control the sword with his energy without holding the sword in his hand.
The wind of fists was approaching, and everyone on Seven Star Island looked delighted, as if they could see this person being smashed into pieces by a group of them in the next second.
But something strange happened, and before everyone could react, they saw a ray of green light sweeping in front of them. Then everyone felt a slight pain in their abdomens, and their bodies flew out.
As soon as they met, a group of people fell to the ground one after another, with abdominal wounds of varying depths and bleeding.
Fortunately, Mo Guyuan had no murderous intention and only severely injured these people.
Xie Jianxiong's eyes were devastated and he was dumbfounded. He looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief. He looked at his classmates not far away, and then looked at Mo Guyuan in front of him, who was in the clouds and fog.
Mo Guyuan grinned and said, "I forgot to mention that I am actually a swordsman. I am not good at competing, but I am good at using a sword."
Xie Jianxiong looked at the divine sword hovering over Mo Guyuan's head with fear in his eyes. Suddenly the sword trembled, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at himself. Xie Jianxiong had never seen such a scene before. He immediately withdrew his offensive and dodged aside at all costs.
Mo Guyuan was stunned. He had no intention of hurting him with his sword, but just wanted to scare him. Who knew this guy was so carefree? Now that the two of them were close at hand, and with all their strength, their punches were in front of them, how could Xie Jianxiong avoid them.
While Xie Jianxiong gathered his energy and dodged to the side, losing the opponent, Mo Guyuan's fist rushed forward with inertia, and hit Xie Jianxiong's face with a punch. In an instant, blood spurted out from Xie Jianxiong's mouth, his expression distortion.
Yu Qingqing stood not far away, watching a few broken teeth falling to the ground with blood stains in mid-air. He was a little startled for a moment. It was also the first time he saw Mo Guyuan wielding a sword in the air.
Mo Guyuan flew forward and kicked him hard in the abdomen. Xie Jianxiong was in pain, and another mouthful of blood spurted out, which was extremely painful.
"Eh, that's wrong. I said I was tearing your mouth apart before, but I didn't say smashing your mouth..." Mo Guyuan walked to Xie Jianxiong's side and said thoughtfully.
Xie Jianxiong was heartbroken. Looking at the condescending Mo Guyuan, he no longer had the arrogant attitude before. Now his lips were trembling and he cried out, "Ni... Nipu is going to make a mess...bite ."
It was his two front teeth that were knocked out earlier, and now his speech is somewhat leaky.
Mo Guyuan glanced at him, a little amused, shook his head, and kicked him again, just in time to gather him and the disciples of Seven Star Island together.
"Get out of Liuguang, or I won't spare you." Mo Guyuan shouted coldly.
The group of disciples stood up tremblingly, leaning on each other, looking at the man holding the sword with fear, not daring to make any more mistakes, so they had to slowly retreat towards the back.
Seeing this, Mo Guyuan frowned slightly, and was about to raise his sword again. Xie Jianxiong, who was being held up, pointed fiercely at Mo Guyuan and said, "Don't get carried away. When my master comes back later, you will die."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of wind coming from the sky, and a fat boy fell heavily to the ground, digging a big hole in the ground.
When Yu Qinggong saw Bei Mingkun, his face lit up. Just when he was about to speak, Bei Mingkun turned around and burped at him. A smelly breath hit him. Yu Qinggong hurriedly covered his mouth and nose and ran away.
Mo Guyuan subconsciously asked, "What about Xiao Yuanshan, the owner of Seven Star Island?"
Bei Mingkun touched his round belly with both hands, chuckled, and said, "Of course he is dead. Oh, no, he was eaten by me."
Hearing this, there was an eerie silence. Everyone stared at the fat man with a big belly in the center of the square, forgetting where they were.
