Facing Qiu Ze's almost roaring roar, Ning Tao looked expressionless and pointed in the air with one hand, then clenched his fists and said in a deep voice, "If you want to fight, then fight!"

As he clenched his fist, his aura suddenly increased. If Ning Tao seemed to be just strong on the outside but strong on the inside, at this moment, he showed his sharpness.

As your cultivation level rises, acquired, innate, and in the middle stage of innate, an invisible aura pours out.

Today is his first battle after recovering his cultivation.

This battle must be won but not defeated.

Even if the opponent's cultivation was extremely strong, Ning Tao would not allow himself to take a step back.

There is also a saying in ancient times that the dispute between monks is the battle over luck.

If you overwhelm the opponent in terms of momentum first, then you will have won half the battle. If you are lucky, you will definitely lose the enemy.

Especially in this kind of battle of the same realm, if you win, you can plunder the opponent's luck and add it to your body, which will help your cultivation.

It’s just that many powerful people are deeply doubtful about this. If this statement is followed, wouldn’t geniuses become stronger and stronger, while those with mediocre qualifications are destined to be just stepping stones?

The two views are at a deadlock, but one thing is recognized. After reaching the same realm, if the loser does not adjust his mentality well, it will easily form karma and hinder his practice.

In Ning Tao's heart, he also longs for a fight to soothe the pain in his heart.

There are always some things that he doesn't want to mention, but Qiu Ze has revealed his scars.

"Arrogant!!"

At this point, seeing that Ning Tao was still talking arrogantly, Qiu Ze's eyes turned red again. He stepped hard on the ground with the sole of his foot. With the spiritual power in his body, he rushed towards the former like a cannonball.

A battle between monks is far from a competition between ordinary people. Those with advanced realms are no different from the special effects in movies.

As he approached, Qiu Ze twisted his waist and pulled out his right leg suddenly, like a whip, and the news fell from the sky like a thunderstorm with fierce force.

In Qiu Ze's eyes, he was full of madness. He wanted to knock Ning Tao down with one blow, and let everyone in the audience see that the monk had to rely on his fists to speak in the end.

hiss!

Seeing Qiu Ze's move, many people in the audience were shocked, and Ziyang couldn't help shouting, his expression tense.

In the force of the sword, the powerful move of splitting Huashan Mountain is actually simple to say, it is just to draw out a sword, from top to bottom, and use all your strength. The power is very powerful.

This is the so-called simplifying the complex. Now Qiu Ze's kicking technique has the same effect but different approaches. No one expected that the opponent would go all out as soon as he came up.

Suddenly, the Wudang disciples became worried about Ning Tao.

This kind of competition cannot be played with tricks, and those who are not strong enough may win or lose with just one kick.

Everyone in the audience changed their minds, but on the stage, as the bearer, Ning Tao's feeling was even stronger.

call!

The wind picked up and blew hard on his face, making Ning Tao's cheeks hurt. His hair stood up instantly.

The two of them were so close that he could even see the ferocious expression on Qiu Ze's face.

At this moment, Ning Tao did not retreat. In fact, he could not retreat. His cultivation was not as good as his opponent. If he retreated like this, there would be no chance of winning this battle.

Since he couldn't retreat, he had to block it even if he died. In an instant, Ning Tao bowed his body, like a bow and arrow. When the opponent's legs came, Ning Tao suddenly stretched out his arms, crossed them a little, and made a bold move.

Welcoming him.

Using the body as a bow and both arms as arrows, the thirty-six postures of Wudang Zhenwu, the overlord raises the cauldron!

The True Martial Arts Style is regarded as the subduing method of the Wudang Sect. It is as famous as the 72 unique skills of Shaolin. It is so powerful that it can only be practiced when one has reached the innate realm.

Last time in the East China Sea, Wuchenzi had already passed on the thirty-six moves to Ning Tao, but with the latter's talent, he could only be familiar with six of them so far.

Among them, the Overlord Juding is one of them. The founder of the Wudang sect is famous for his gentleness. He is good at moving a thousand catties in four ounces. This move is one of the few that has the power to open and close.

Bang!

In front of everyone's eyes, Qiu Ze's whip legs finally arrived, flying down in the air and pressing directly on Ning Tao's arms, making a huge sound.

Buzz!

Ning Tao felt his whole body shake, and a huge force came from his arms, bending his body in an instant, and then he couldn't help but stagger back. After three steps, he stopped.

But when he raised his head, his face was abnormally red, and there was blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

Qiu Ze also took two steps back at the same time to resolve the momentum. When he raised his eyes and looked up, he couldn't help but let out a hum.

He had almost no reservations about the blow just now, but he didn't expect to see that Ning Tao was only slightly injured. Qiu Zedong was surprised.

But then a sneer appeared on Qiu Ze's face, "Let's see how long you can resist!"

Although Ning Tao blocked his move, Qiu Ze also tried out the former's cultivation level, which was the middle stage of Xiantian.

The farther you go on the path of spiritual practice, the more difficult it is to cross the gap.

He admitted in his heart that Ning Tao was definitely a genius. He was able to cultivate his cultivation to the middle stage of Xiantian in this short period of time. Compared with him, his aptitude was neither stronger nor weaker.

But so what, no matter how talented you are, a genius without growth will still be nothing in the end.

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Ze rushed over again, clenching his fist and raising his hands, like a rainstorm of pear blossoms, drowning Ning Tao.

Without enough time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, Ning Tao clenched his lowered fists, gritted his teeth, and struck with the Taiyi Five Elements Fist.

For a moment, fists collided in the ring, and the two figures were intricately intertwined, which made everyone in the audience feel anxious.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that Ning Tao is at a disadvantage among the two. He only defends but does not attack. If this is the case, it is also full of dangers.

Now I am supporting myself with just one breath.

"Why bother?!"

Speechless, he raised his hand and announced the signal, then gently closed his eyes.

Ye Wanqing wore a veil and could not see any expression. She only looked at the ring with her big exposed eyes without blinking. There seemed to be mist in her pupils and her shoulders were trembling.

The fists in his sleeves were clenched so tightly that his nails were digging into his flesh without even realizing it.

After returning from the mountain, Ye Wanqing originally thought that she would never see Ning Tao and would be with him forever.

But when in the main hall, the figure who stood up to her for her sake made her shaken again.

There is a feeling called hitting you and hurting my heart, that's it.

With no time left to take action, Ye Wanqing took action without even thinking about it. Even though she knew she was losing, she would still fight hard.

If there is love in the sky, the sky is also old. Now on the stage, Ning Tao knew that he was outmatched, so he took action resolutely, just because she stood with dignity.

According to legend, human tears are the purest water in the world. If a woman cries, it proves that she is truly in love.
Chapter completed!