Chapter 1815

"It's very interesting to attract horses to step on swallows."

Ning Changsheng stood firm and said calmly.

Qi Kunlun nodded silently and said, "Mr. Ning's response is also impeccable."

After saying this, he took the initiative to walk toward Ning Changsheng, stepping on the "Yu step" and walking, like a Taoist in the rain.

Ning Changsheng's eyes were bright, and they were also facing Qi Kunlun. Their bodies were soon entangled in one place, and the sound of muscle collision was like thunder.

Qi Kunlun gave full play to what he had learned in his whole life. He would rather not be outdone in his life. All kinds of unique skills came at his fingertips and dealt with them one by one.

The battle between the two became more and more fierce, and almost all of them could see only one shadow after another.

"Qi Shuai uses the eight trigrams palm, Ning Changsheng uses the shape and meaning..." Qi Chu Qin squints his eyes, barely able to keep up with the speed of the two people.

On the big challenge arena made of granite, there are many footprints like knife cutting and axe carving. These footprints connect into a string and gradually form a wonderful pattern around Ning Changsheng.

"It's the diagram of eight trigrams..." Qin Murong said slowly, "the eight trigrams palm is so terrible that it's just as fierce. Every time you slap it, it's extremely powerful."

Ning Changsheng screamed with excitement. He had not fought so heartily for a long time. He forgot life and death, everything, and even his own martial arts moves. Every move was played as he wanted, in order to defeat Qi Kunlun!

Qi Kunlun is also like this. He has no ego and no object in his heart. His mind has entered a wonderful state, which is... Unspeakable, invisible, inaudible, incomprehensible, incomprehensible...

the jade pillow acupoint at the back of his brain is beating wildly in such a state, and a stream of Qi and blood seems to break through the limitation of the spine and rush into the brain.

The eight diagrams at the foot of Qi Kunlun gradually emerge clearly. When people look down from a high place, they can see a picture of Eight Diagrams around Ning Changsheng. Qi Kunlun moves back and forth in all directions of the Eight Diagrams diagram, attacking Ning Changsheng with one hand after another.

"I have a strange feeling in my heart, like the explosion of the universe, the breeding of chaos, the birth and death of all things..." looking at the eight diagrams at the foot of Qi Kunlun, someone could not help but say.

"I don't know its name. The strong word is... Tao!" "Qi Shuai and Ning Changsheng are not martial arts practitioners anymore, but practitioners," he said

What is Tao?

Through the ages, countless people have been studying it.

This word is so profound that no one can say it clearly.

Even for Qi Kunlun himself, I'm afraid he can't make it clear.

However, he is very aware of his current pursuit of the road, that is, the world is the same, everyone is like a dragon.

Everyone is his own master.

As Qi Kunlun walked faster and faster, the palm wind became stronger and stronger, bringing a gust of wind, flying sand and moving stones.

Ning Changsheng is as steady as a strong pine. Sometimes he attacks with his sword finger, sometimes he returns to his arm to block him, sometimes he kicks his legs and punches, and sometimes he shrinks his body.

Although he didn't move in the same place, he still played with Qi Kunlun, which can be said to be no match.

Taiji gives birth to Liangyi, Liangyi to four images, and four images to eight trigrams. Qi Kunlun steps on the eight trigrams and moves with each stroke. The boxing meaning carried by each stroke is vast and heavy. It seems that it contains the theory of the birth and death of the universe, which ordinary people can't bear. If someone else stood in the position of ningchangsheng, even if he was not killed, he would have been scared to kneel down to beg for mercy and pay homage to him.

"Great Qianyuan!" Ning Changsheng suddenly opens his mouth and punches Qi Kunlun.

The four characters, out of the Yi, Ning Changsheng integrated the mystery of the four characters into his own fist meaning. One blow out, as if the sky collapsed.

All things begin Ning Changsheng is another sound, a palm shot.