Reaching the other shore starting from the research and development of Yi Jin Jing

Jiangbian Liu watched carefully and saw Yan Chuang's "Tiger Shape Splitting Fist" done in one go, as fast as lightning and as fast as thunder. Punch and kick broke through the air, and each blow made the air crackle. Wang Zheng, who was struck and struck continuously, retreated step by step, and took twenty or thirty steps back before finally regaining his balance.

Then, together with the 'Shadow Shape', his strength increased again, and then he finally adapted to Yan Chuang's new moves, adapted to the 'Tiger Shape Splitting Fist', and gradually began to fight back again.

Snake drill punch!

Tiger-shaped splitting fist!

Wang Zhengyi's 'Shadow' was finally forced out.

At this point, Wang Zhengyi has reached his limit in terms of boxing skills.

Yan Chuang seemed to be deliberately trying to push Wang Zhengyi to his limit. After Wang Zhengyi got used to the 'tiger-shaped splitting fist' a little, and after he stabilized a little, the offensive immediately changed again——

"Serpentine!"

"Tiger shape!"

"Drill punch!"

"Split punch!"

But in the field, Yan Chuang was jumping and moving, light and steady. When it passes over the ground and attacks with force, it is like thunder rolling down and lightning striking.

Soft yet hard, hard yet soft.

Hisssssss~

Ho ho ho~

The sound comes out!

wrong!

This is not a 'snake-shaped drilling punch' or a 'tiger-shaped splitting fist'.

No, no!

This is still a 'snake-shaped drilling fist' or a 'tiger-shaped splitting fist'.

"This is--"

Jiangbian Liu looked at it intently for a while, and finally confirmed: "This is to practice the 'Snake Shape Drilling Fist' and 'Tiger Shape Splitting Fist' to an extremely proficient and advanced level. You can pick them up at your fingertips and transform or even mix them at will for your own use! "

No trace!

Superb!

"This guy is a great talent!"

"I'm not as good as me!"

The willows by the river sigh to themselves!

…

boom!

On the ring, Yan Chuang's joints and muscles trembled slightly, and the sound he made was like thunder rolling across the sky, with lingering sounds.

"ha!"

Suddenly, he exhaled loudly.

Yan Chuang stepped forward fiercely, his clothes rustling, and a pair of iron fists punched through the air.

Boom!

Like thunder rolling past, like a sledgehammer striking a bell, Yan Chuang was like a tiger descending from the mountain, or like a giant elephant in the forest, hitting Wang Zhengyi with punch after punch like a skull.

"Buzz~"

"Buzz~"

Wang Zheng felt his eardrums vibrating and buzzing. His whole body was dizzy from Yan Chuang's blow. His feet went soft and he unconsciously stepped back, and then stepped back again and again.

Wait for him to come to his senses.

Wait for him to stop.

boom!

Turning around, I saw that one of my feet was already at the very edge of the arena and would be out if I took only half a step back.

"so close!"

Wang Zheng raised his head and looked again, only to see Yan Chuang standing still and not pursuing him after a blow. Otherwise, he might have been kicked out of the ring before he could take out the 'mirage bead'.

This is what Yan Chuang left behind.

It's also strange that Wang Zhengyi saw Yan Chuang's exquisite boxing skills. The set of 'Xingyi Fist' only used the 'Snake Form' and 'Tiger Form' of the 'Twelve Forms' and the 'Drilling Fist' and 'Split' of the 'Five Elements Fist'. The boxing was so exquisite that he was so immersed in it that he even forgot about fighting, victory or defeat, and even life and death.

Until now, I finally woke up.

"Now is not the time to seek advice or advice."

Wang Zheng rushed to Yan Chuang and raised his hand: "Thank you, Brother Yan, for keeping your hand."

"I'm about to see Brother Wang's magic weapon!"

Yan Chuang smiled.

The words fell.

Wang Zheng took advantage of the situation and took out a mirage bead from his arms. Qi and blood surged, and a heavy fog suddenly rose.

The sky is connected with the clouds and waves, and the dawn fog is connected, and the stars are about to turn and a thousand sails are dancing.

Yan Chuang!

Like falling into a fairyland!

…

"Mirage."

This was the third time Yan Chuang saw Wang Zhengyi use the 'Mirage Pearl', and the second time he was in the fog.

The fog is thick.

I can't see my fingers.

If nothing unexpected happens, mirages and all kinds of strange sights and phenomena will appear next, accompanied by various sounds that are difficult to distinguish between true and false. The immersive sound is immersive, making it difficult for people to distinguish between true and false and illusion.

For example, at this time——

Wow!

The sound of water flowing.

In a daze, Yan Chuang suddenly found that he seemed to have fallen into a lake and was drowning in the water. There were currents and aquatic plants in all directions. The currents were oppressive and the aquatic plants were entangled, making it difficult for him to be free and unable to move or stretch.

It’s dangerous!

It’s dangerous!

Yan Chuang hurriedly used the 'Purple Cloud Divine Art'. His face was covered with purple mist, his ears and eyes were clear. He blinked and saw that what was oppressing him were masses of flowing mist, and what was surrounding him were wisps of flowing mist.

It's all fog!

It's all fake!

Clang!

Yan Chuang held the Dingshen Sword in his hand and secretly used the 'Zixia Magic'. The 'Zixia Magic' stimulated by the 'Yi Jin Jing' went deeper. Yan Chuang was in the mist, and his eyes were no longer black. Yi Zhang Yuan could barely see, and his ears moved slightly, discarding all the noisy and illusory sounds, and carefully distinguishing the true from the false.

Unmoving as a mountain!

Unmoving as a mountain!

Unmoving as a mountain!

As the saying goes, "Movement is worse than silence." In this situation, stopping with silence is always the best way to deal with it.

A quarter of an hour.

Two quarters of an hour.

Yan Chuang was very patient, so he stood still and waited for Wang Zheng to attack.

No matter how the situation changes, Yan Chuang remains unmoved.

When the fog surges.

The scenes are constantly changing.

Suddenly.

Wow!

Yan Chuang went to the bottom of the water again, and then to the bottom of the lake. This time, a whale beast and a mole beast jumped out from in front of him——

"Huh?"

This scene seems familiar.

Yan Chuang has a good memory, and he immediately realized that this was exactly the scene of the whale beast chasing the turtle in the waters of Nanyue Lake that he saw with his 'level 10 telescope' on the way to the Iron-armed Monkey Mountain in the Mountain and Sea Realm. .

It was strange at the time, but I didn't expect it to happen again before my eyes.

"Could it be that this 'mirage' of 'mirage' can be derived from people's thoughts and even their memories and subconsciousness?"

If so, then this 'mirage' is not simple.

It involves the level of memory.

It involves levels of consciousness.

Since it can be retrieved and derived, it may be possible to modify or tamper with it.

Yan Chuang was shocked.

His mind was in a trance, and in an instant, the whale beast and the mole beast had arrived.

Needless to say——

This whale beast!

This raccoon!

Ding is just a mist, and there is no real threat at all.

Yan Chuang is unmoved by the eight winds, but he still has to 'stop with stillness'.

However, at this moment, when the whale beast passed by the tamarind beast, Yan Chuang suddenly felt a chill in his back, and he quickly thrust out his sword with a hair on his back.

Look at this sword——

Swish, swish, swish!

So swift.

In a moment, he had stabbed 2918 swords in a row. Each sword was divided into three. When it was thrust out, there was only one move. Where the wrist shook, the sword moves were divided into three.

This is an extremely superior swordsmanship among the "Quan Zhen Sword Techniques", which is called "One Qi Converts Three Purities".

Two nine hundred and eighteen swords!

Three points and fifty-four moves!

The changes and catharsis that occurred in an instant were all stabbed into the body of a 'beast' that was passing by.

Clang, clang, clang!

Boom boom boom!

The swing of the turtle beast clearly matches Yan Chuang's 'shape of turtle'.

Every move is exactly the same.

It is intelligent in the back, lively in the waist, adjusts the tendons and exercises the qi, seeks straightness in the music, separates and combines the left and right, and connects it into one qi.

It’s the essence of ‘Shadow Shape’!

Yan Chuang had no time to be surprised. Compared to the "Shadow Shape" used by the "Law Beast", Yan Chuang was even more shocked -

"This tamarind!"

"it is true?"

…

Yan Chuang thrust out his sword, 'One Qi transformed the three pure beings', but the sword in his hand was broken and collapsed on the spot.

Not only did he not make any achievements!

Instead, the sword was destroyed!

It's as if the Tao Beast training fake has become real, the breath, strength and even the 'Tao Xing Fist' are all as fake as the fake ones.

"False and real!"

"Brother Wang, what a great trick!"

Yan Chuang guessed that the falcon beast was an illusion of mist, and Wang Zhengyi must be hiding inside, hiding behind the mirage and attacking, hoping to catch Yan Chuang off guard.

But Yan Chuang's sword was a strange weapon, how could Wang Zhengyi destroy it?

Weird!

Chi Chi Chi!

Yan Chuang's reaction was not slow. The moment he took over, he noticed something was wrong. After stabbing out the 'One Qi Transformation Three Purities', he decisively stepped on the 'Lingbo Weibu' to avoid the direction and distance himself.

His retreat was really clever.

boom!

Hearing a bang, Yan Chuang just stopped and turned around to see smoke and dust mixed with mist where he was standing, and a large palm print could be vaguely seen.

"hiss!"

Yan Chuang took a breath of air!

Now he finally knew where the palm prints on the ground from the battle between Wang Zhengyi and Fu Yunzhan came from.

I see!

So scary!

"What the hell is this-"

Yan Chuang couldn't tell for a moment whether this was martial arts or a rare treasure, but he knew that even if he had the 'Purple Cloud Divine Art' and 'Yi Jin Jing' by his side, he would never dare to receive this palm. If he couldn't dodge it, , either dead or disabled!

Danger, danger, danger!

What a risk!

…

Boom boom boom!

There was a roar in the thick fog.

Everyone outside the court suddenly became energetic. Fu Yunzhan had experienced it personally and knew it best: "It must be Wang Zhengyi who has transformed into a strange beast and is really doing it!"

Recalling the battle with Wang Zhengyi a few days ago, and recalling Wang Zhengyi's fierce power in the mist of the 'mirage', Fu Yunzhan was frightened.

Wang Zhengyi in the thick fog was beyond common sense. This person was called "unparalleled in divine power" and his strength in "human form" was already unparalleled in the world. However, no one could have imagined that in the fog, after transforming into a strange beast with the help of the fog, his strength increased again and again. Rise, surge by at least ten times!

"Xingyiquan?"

"Can't beat it!"

"Tai Chi?"

"It's quite annoying!"

Fu Yunzhan shook his head.

Even though 'Tai Chi' is known as 'four ounces can move a thousand catties', it still has to be blinded when faced with absolute power, and Wang Zhengyi used his power to the extreme.

Break the law with force!

His 'devious sword' was a joke in front of Wang Zhengyi.

Yan Chuang’s ‘Tai Chi’, if nothing else, will also be a joke——

…

"boom!"

Yan Chuang retreated at the first touch, his arms were sore from the shock, the tiger's mouth cracked, and blood leaked out.

This, this, this!

Yan Chuang stepped on the 'Lingbo Weibu' and quickly distanced himself. He was in the thick fog and didn't know where he was, but he was extremely shocked in his heart. He had just been chased by Wang Zhengyi's evolved 'Dense Fog Beast'. Lingbo Weibu narrowly avoided it again and again, leaving big palm prints one after another on the spot.

After hiding for a few rounds, Yan Chuang wanted to try Wang Zhengyi again, to test the depth and strength of this beast, so he took a breath, the strength in his body flowed, and waved out his right palm, rejecting and welcoming Wang Zhengyi. He pushed back with all his palm strength.

But as soon as he made contact, he felt that the opponent's palm force was like an overwhelming force pushing towards him. It was endless, and he couldn't move or push it at all. On the contrary, he was shaken by this huge force and was stuck in place, forcing him to get up.' Zixia's magical power protected the internal organs, and he managed to withstand 30% of the force of Wang Zhengyi's palm before he could escape.

This palm!

Thirty percent force!

Even before he could reach it, Yan Chuang's arms were numb and his mouth was cracked, making it difficult to move for a while. The internal energy of his Zixia body was so shaken that it was almost lost, and he couldn't get up for a while.

"Too fierce!"

Yan Chuang was amazed.

The power of this palm was more than ten times stronger than what Wang Zhengyi had done outside the thick fog before!

"Zangzhuo?"

"Or is it that only with the help of the 'Mirage Bead' and transforming into a strange beast can such strange power be achieved?"

Yan Chuang didn't know.

But Wang Zhengyi’s strength is already ridiculously strong——

‘Tai Chi’ is also good!

The ‘Nine Swords of Dugu’!

Faced with such an absolute power gap, everyone would be blind.

What does ‘one force defeat all laws’ mean?

‘Tai Chi’ is the law!

The ‘Dugu Nine Swords’ is the law!

Wang Zhengyi's strength was what defeated 'Tai Chi', and what 'Dugu Nine Swords' defeated was Yan Chuang.

Facing Wang Zhengyi like this, Yan Chuang could only move around and dodge using the 'Lingbo Weibu'.

‘Lingbo Weibu’ is extremely exquisite.

Wang Zhengyi beat Wang Zhengyi.

Yan Chuang walked away from Yan Chuang.

The two are irrelevant.

Yan Chuang did not dare to touch Wang Zheng.

But Wang Zhengyi couldn't touch Yan Chuang.

So wasteful.

A draw sooner or later.

If neither side comes up with anything new, it will end in a draw.

Wang Zheng was tossing and turning, as if he was at his wits end.

Yan Chuang kept dodging, but there seemed to be nothing he could do.

Just like that, the two of them worked hard.

Everyone outside the field could only hear the roaring in the thick fog. Here, Yu Jinpeng and other four people and Zhong Le and other people from Guangling Academy opposite had stopped fighting long ago. They gathered together in the thick fog, listening and staring, as if they were in a fairyland. , there is a chaotic battle between immortals and demons around you, it is too scary to be in the middle of it.

It's not just them.

In this arena, there are thirty-six referees standing on stone pillars, but they are also covered by thick fog. What they see and hear are all foggy illusions. From time to time, there are roaring sounds, accompanied by lightning. The thunder is like the anger of the god of thunder. When the thunder is angry, the mountains collapse and the earth breaks apart, which is frightening.

There were nine more 'immersive viewing seats', and hundreds of spectators were scared to death. Some huddled in their seats and did not dare to move even half a minute, and some jumped off the stands in a panic and ran around.

Encountered Yan Chuang by chance.

Encountered Wang Zhengyi by chance.

were sent out.

then.

outer.

Everyone saw that the audience members were thrown out from all directions.

Or fall lightly to the ground.

Or fall to the ground with bared teeth and claws.

In short, no one has come out seriously.

in this way.

Like this.

More than an hour.

Finally, this decisive battle is coming to an end, but in the fog, the winner seems to be undecided.

"this--"

Sima Feng was surprised, is it going to be a draw?

A thought came to mind.

Suddenly.

Boom!

"The heavy rain comes suddenly, and the ditches are full for a moment. The wind is wild and directionless, and the thunder is mute and can't hear the sound. The sparrows are frightened away in front of the eaves, and the warblers are hidden deep under the trees. Who pushes away the clouds and mist, and the moon shines brightly in a blink of an eye."

I heard a long roar in the mist above the arena. Someone was reciting a poem, and the words sounded like thunder rolling, and like lions roaring in the forest. But I saw the mist on the stage rolling like dragons and phoenixes, and the wind and clouds were surging, shaking all directions. Even Sima Feng They were all shaken by it, and the internal forces in their bodies were resisting unconsciously.

Look around again——

The spectators in the viewing seats from all directions were all speechless, with stunned expressions on their faces, and then their expressions turned into pain, as if their whole bodies were being tortured.

After another moment——

"Ahhh!"

One by one, they covered their ears and twisted their bodies like crazy.

Look to the side again——

The expressions of the masters of the fifth and sixth grades changed, and they immediately sat cross-legged and closed their eyes, using their internal energy to resist the roar.

It was even more difficult for a newly promoted fourth-grade person like Gu Shengyan. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and her pretty face couldn't help but twitch.

He also saw that Du Zhenzong, Lan Yongqiang and other martial arts school talkers were unbearable. These people were not in the middle grade and jumped up one by one, trying to escape. But just after flying a few feet high, he fell straight down and fell to the ground. He covered his ears and put on a mask of pain.

Extremely painful!

Riverside Liu's inner strength surged, and she ignored the roar, with a look of shock on her face——

"This is!"

"Lion's roar?!"

…

Guess what level Yan Chuang’s lion roar is, and why is it so powerful?