But even if the fourth and third moves were used at the same time, the light that represented Guan Luoyang's life in Shao Lingxiao's induction did not weaken at all.

The black sphere had almost just formed and began to expand outwards.

One by one, the fist marks suddenly bulged on the surface of the sphere and exploded.

When the sphere exploded, the flames and thunder and lightning erupted inside, making that area the most dazzling area in Chang'an City tonight.

But this blinding light disappeared as soon as Guang Luoyang raised his right arm.

A sudden strong light, a sudden weakening darkness.

Just to condense an arc that seems to be able to crush anything.

That was a trajectory driven by Guan Luoyang's arm. The gloves of the Lightning Flying Shadow Armor collided with Shao Lingxiao's Flying Light Sword at the end of this arc.

Shao Lingxiao took a step back, and where his foot landed, a long ravine was torn open with all his strength. Wherever he passed, the bricks and stones were shattered, the soil was turned up, and puffs of brick and stone powder exploded.

After Guan Luoyang completed the Fourth Training, he realized the Biluo Divine Whip on his own. It was originally a one-step boxing technique. However, because the force exerted was too violent and the load on the arms was too great, a weapon was used to carry it.

But now that he has three magic weapons in his body and is protected by armor, any single weapon that can be found around him can no longer compare to the arms in this posture.

The magic whip can finally return to its original appearance.

This also means that this move can no longer be used as an independent killing move, but can be reconnected with any of Guan Luoyang's boxing moves.

After the collision of the magic whip, Guan Luoyang's palm split into countless afterimages in a flowing motion, and they fiercely clashed with the ever-changing long sword, grabbing Shao Lingxiao along the blade.

Faced with such an offensive, Shao Lingxiao took a few steps back, but the sword in his hand turned against the enemy. From passively responding to the attack, it became a first-line opportunity, cutting off Guan Luoyang's capture methods, and slashing Guan Luoyang between the head and neck.

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The changes in his swordsmanship are the simplest sword-swinging routines, but they are able to take advantage of shortcomings and attack later. This fundamentally restrains Guan Luoyang's current style of fighting that pursues extreme speed.

In the place of origin of the Feiying Armor, the Feiying series, which is symbolized by speed, has always been one step lower than the Xingtian Armor, which came later and came first. This is the reason.

Even though the worlds they live in are different, the connotations of mutual reinforcement and mutual restraint between all things in the world and the fighting styles are the same.

Fortunately, Guan Luoyang has never been only about speed.

When the sword blade touched his neck, he had already stepped aside a little, and his palm got stuck on the guard of the flying lightsaber without realizing it.

Shao Lingxiao used the sword to change his moves, Guan Luoyang pressed the sword with his hand, and touched his wrist and elbow with the other hand, dissolving the fierce sword intention into the invisible. Between his palms, there was a picture of Tai Chi, the heat of the air flow gathered, and thunder and lightning flashed, forming a

A ball of wind and lightning hit Shao Lingxiao's heart.

Shao Lingxiao blocked his sword and quickly retreated. Guan Luoyang, who should have been hit by the reaction force, only twisted his feet slightly and followed him erratically like a shadow.

His hands were never three feet away from Shao Lingxiao. No matter how dangerous Shao Lingxiao's sword skills were, he was able to neutralize them intentionally or unintentionally. He also intercepted the opportunities for movement and silence, changing disorderly between gentleness and violence, and issued forth at various unexpected opportunities.

Roaring thunder, blazing killing fist.

The surrounding sky is encompassed on all sides, flawless and flawless, and everything under the sky is one.

The four-level boxing system originally only made the body's limbs and bones completely indistinguishable. At the level of the dojo, it only treats the surrounding air as a part of itself.

But Guan Luoyang listened silently to the world of mortals, looked back on the past, and re- grasped the true meaning of Zhoutian Taoist Temple in his current state. Only then did he realize that when Zhoutian Taoist Temple had become the foundation of what he had learned throughout his life, every time the branches increased, the foundation also increased.

It's even more stable, and the taste in it can be said to be endless, and it's new every time you think about it.

Then, relying on the meticulous characteristics of the Wuwei Sutra, he refines his own power and changes among various attributes in an instant.

In this way, in the dojo, people don't know me, but I only know people. When the enemy advances, I have already retreated. When the enemy retreats, I have advanced. I advance and attack separately, like Yin and Yang, like Tai Chi. The enemy and I are one. Without me, we are invincible.

Shao Lingxiao could feel that Guan Luoyang's style of play was roughly similar to Laojunshan, but it had a different Taoist charm inside, but it was new and had never been heard in the world.

So much so that when he first met, he was actually forced to retreat all the way, almost to the battlefield where the Abyssal One was.

"What an exquisite boxing technique."

Shao Lingxiao could feel that less than a hundred feet behind him, the Abyssal One and the four attendants had been completely suppressed. The gathering of experts from all sides, coupled with the third round of light from the sky, made the battle situation there completely unbalanced, and it was not far away from defeat.

It's far away.

"If you can do this, then the only thing left to achieve true victory is defeating me."

I have come this far, so the only effort I can make next is myself.

Thinking like this, Shao Lingxiao wanted to laugh loudly again for some reason. Even he himself couldn't tell what kind of mood he was feeling.

It’s impossible to laugh at this time because of joy.

But he did laugh out loud.

In his laughter, he thought of the man who cut off the demon sect's preaching hall with one sword ten years ago, risking his life just for a martial arts contest.

I remembered Cui Lingfang who led eight hundred white-robed swordsmen into the mountain, and even himself died under the sword in the end. He did it for the continuation of the family and for his fame in history.

I remembered that the boxing techniques used in my training were all Shaolin's most powerful and most yang techniques. When I was beaten to the point of vomiting blood and was about to die, I regretted that I had not learned any feminine and soft moves.

Thinking of Su Xing who died ten years ago and still had six people willing to turn into his appearance to chase and fight.

I think of Yu Tu who dedicated his life to cultivation.

"Ha, actually the heaviest part of what binds me is not hatred, nor the ten years of torture."

"But back then, I actually chose to leave there with Motian even though I was still awake."

"As soon as I retreat from the mountain, I am far away and I am not free."

Shao Lingxiao's chest caught Guan Luoyang's fist, and in exchange for a stinging pain in his organs, he refused to retreat even half a step, and his sword energy exploded, forming a tornado that reached the sky.

"The night is just right, my enemies, come and pursue victory!!"

The sword energy swept all around, squandering his true energy without restraint, he said with a smile.
Chapter completed!