037 original method
"How do I know?" Yang Zifan put on a stand, and now he has no choice but to fight: "Come on, what are you going to do? I won't surrender easily."
Moke glanced at the white cloud behind him and saw nothing. He was full of courage and said with a smile, "That's looking for death. Look at my empty move."
Put your hands into claws and grab them forward.
"Squeak."
There was a sound of cracking. Yang Zifan's eyes suddenly widened, and the whole person turned over under Moke's grasping action. Strangely, the flip from foot to head did not make Yang Zifan uncomfortable. It felt like the other party's space turned over.
This feeling makes people feel strange and dangerous. May I ask someone who suddenly picked you up and felt that it was not dangerous and safe?
Yang Zifan felt this way. He still kept his hands open, but his feet were in the sky and his hands were under his feet. Is it strange?
"Haha! It's not over yet. Let's see." On his hand, to be precise, sharp purple claws should be stretched out from his fingertips and scraped in the air. Yang Zifan tightened and secretly said that he was not good. He quickly used the magic formula and dodged away.
A dark crack quietly appeared in the original position of Yang Zifan. Although he flashed quickly, the corners of his clothes still opened a gap.
He looked at the black opening that closed quickly, and his heart was still beating in the shock just now. He secretly said that if he hadn't run fast, he would have been torn in half by the crack.
"Hey, how about this trick?" Moke was very proud of the effect brought by his moves. His hands were still the same as before. He sneered and said, "There will be more fun below."
How can Yang Zifan give him a second chance to move quickly by means that he can move in a small range? The long-lost thousand-year-old iron pine has already appeared in his hands.
Yang Zifan's figure in the sky flashed, two flashes, three flashes, turning into broken shadows, dazzling. Moke seemed to be fooled by Yang Zifan's tricks. There was no movement at all. He still flew in the air like before and didn't even put down his hand.
"Look at the stick."
Yang Zifan did not dare to hold it big. He took the opportunity to appear beside Moke. The thousand-year-old iron wood pine split down vertically, and the cyan airflow carried a large area of heat.
The stick is coming, which has already surpassed a thousand powers.
When the motionless Moke was only an inch away from his head, he sneered and pulled his claws. Yang Zifan's eyes shook in front of his eyes, and half of his body was reversed in the air and turned upside down in another direction. The stick fell into empty and hit his feet. The flames bloomed in the sky, but none of them were useful for Moke.
Yang Zifan felt weak, and Mo Ke's ghost claws grabbed his neck. Yang Zifan gently shouted "broken". The most powerful move to break the divine formula took action. The black fog in Mo Ke's hand stagnated. Taking advantage of the time obtained by the broken formula, the most powerful move in the "ding word formula" was the most powerful move in breaking the formula.
Mo Ke did not prevent Yang Zifan from having such a wonderful skill, and his body could not be turbulent. Yang Zifan laughed, turned his body over, and hit him with a stick.
"I'll fight."
A confident move must make the magic blood splash three feet.
The stick hit Moke's head firmly.
"Bump." Yang Zifan's hands shook with the sound of fine iron, and Moke, who was still, suddenly looked up. His blue eyes stared at him and smiled strangely, "Is it useful?"
The black fog gushed out and directly hit Yang Zifan's chest.
The weak body protector has no effect. The huge force invades the body, and the corrosion force in the fog rushes to his every meridians.
Yang Zifan flew backwards and looked at the dark night. There was no pain or unwillingness on his face, only deep helplessness and despair.
"Is it useless for me to do that?"
There was only one sentence in his heart. Suddenly, he remembered the sworn endear Mingyue on the mountain and began to understand his feelings, helplessness and despair. What's the use of immortality?
The moon in the sky hid in the dark clouds, the starlight weakened, and the time slowed down. The young man's bitter smile seemed to move the dark shadow in the clouds.
He stood in the air and moved the corners of his mouth.
Moke chased after him, put his hands together, and the black fog turned into a long sword to split the teenager.
The teenager couldn't lift any strength and slowly closed his eyes.
"Ah, I owe you."
Somewhere in the cloud, there was a sneeze, and the wind was strong and the momentum was extraordinary. He cut the young man under the sword. Facing the wind, he suddenly turned into a piece of paper. He was shaken by the strong wind and almost fell down.
"Who are you?" He was shocked and tried his best to stabilize his body.
"He will fight again in three days." There was a sound from the sky, but it was vigorous but majestic.
"I don't have time to play with Xiaozi again. See you later."
If the other party sneezes, he has to use all his cultivation to resist it. Moke is not a fool and will not wait blindly.
"Bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, how can the lord of the virtual world be so virtuous now?"
The voice said again.
Moke heard that the four words "Lord of the Virtual World" changed slightly, and the other party saw his identity at a glance. Among such a character, he was terrible, and remembered the broken demon light he encountered. His body trembled and couldn't help but be sure that the previous conjecture was correct.
How can such a person appear in the world?
"You don't have to guess so much. I just ask you whether you agree or not."
The sound in the sky is unquestionable.
Moke is a smart man. He knows very well that it's useless to want to escape in front of such a character, so he said, "If he can't beat me, how about you let me go?"
"Haha..." The man laughed wildly.
Mo Ke listened and his heart was weak.
"Do you believe it yourself?" The laughter stopped abruptly.
So arrogant and confident, how many such figures can there be in heaven and earth? The person concerned has been pitifully stunned by the sneeze and can't see this scene at all.
The moon is falling and the stars are sparse.
The eastern sky jumped out of the mountain during the day, with a large white fish.
Mo Ke stayed quietly in the air and continued to practice.
There is a white cloud on the side, whipped by the breeze, transforming everything.
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"Why save me?" Yang Zifan woke up and found himself in the white clouds again. The thick clouds wrapped his body and was very comfortable.
"Funny." The voice was full of laughter.
"I won't give you Xiaoshuo and Wishing Grass." Yang Zifan was a little worried, and the second sentence said what he thought, and his tone was as determined as stone.
"I'm too lazy to." The voice snorted.
"Who the hell are you?" Although Yang Zifan did not hear the dialogue between the mysterious man and Mo Ke, he encountered the sneeze and the wind, and knew that he had met a terrible guy.
"I saved you, and I didn't even say thank you?" The mysterious man did not answer.
"Is it true? Do you want it?" Yang Zifan felt that his body had recovered as before. He stood up and the white clouds dispersed, like a chain of fog, floating gently.
"Bout the little guy outside." The mysterious man is not angry.
"If you are willing to teach, I will fight." Yang Zifan also doesn't want to pester. He can't get anything from himself with the other party's cultivation. Since he will save himself, I'm afraid there is no malice. Maybe it's really like what he said, out of fun.
He thought of this and smiled helplessly.
You can decide your life and death between jokes, and you...
"How to play?" Yang Zifan pinched the thousand-year-old iron pine in his hand.
"It's not a monkey using any stick to throw away your broken stick."
"How to fight without weapons?"
"Idiot." The mysterious man cursed and the clouds rolled.
In the soft sound, Yang Zifan's hand hurt and was surprised to find that a wisp of fog in the clouds easily cut the back of his hand.
"I ask you, what is the way of heaven?"
"Heart."
"I'll ask you again, where did the method come from?"
"What the predecessors realized."
"What is the law?"
"It's the law."
"What's the matter?"
"The vitality is here."
"What is vitality used for?"
"Heavenly Way."
"Since you have realized so clearly, why do you still lose?"
Yang Zifan seemed to have some understanding, frowned together, and his heart seemed to be caught, but he was hazy and could not catch a corner of the real thing in the fog.
The clouds are floating, and the mysterious man doesn't speak anymore. The fog is like a chain and a silk buckle.
The teenager bowed his head and looked silently, like wood.
After the sun crossed the sky and fell into the mountain, the night came as usual.
Yang Zifan, who was indifferent, suddenly raised his head and was very happy: "The road is vast, I can't see clearly, I can't see through." He finally found the answer.
"Nonsense." It is such a judgment.
Yang Zifan was speechless.
The mysterious man said again, "You fool, your vitality is in heaven, and heaven is in your heart. How can you think of it? I really don't know how you realized the power of the source."
Yang Zifan suddenly realized that he did not notice the "power of origin" that the mysterious man finally said. The chaos in his heart opened one by his point. He only felt that the white clouds were whiter, the night was more beautiful, and he unconsciously laughed stupidly.
"Fool." The mysterious man didn't know what means he used to hit Yang Zifan's head.
Yang Zifan covered his head with a sigh.
The art of cultivation focuses on understanding, how much you have learned, and what is better than thousands of years of practice, so there is a saying that it is enough to die in the morning and evening.
Yang Zifan had already understood this layer when he faced Tianning Bell in Tianning Temple. Unfortunately, he hurried all the way and didn't have time to think further, find the road to the origin, and can stand firmly on it.
If he is given a flint, he knows how to burn the wick, but unfortunately the flint is wet and everything is in vain.
All he needs is the weather and time to dry the flint.
Today, the weather and time are available, and it's just right. Yang Zifan completely walked into a door, a door called the power of the source. In a sense, he also entered a certain sky, a strange and beautiful sky. In the next few days, he only need to fly, but I'm afraid he will meet others in the flight. What you can't expect will be doomed if it falls.
"Then go out and call me. Don't come back if you lose."
Yang Zifan's buttocks were kicked and fell out.