Chapter 803: Heart of Martial Arts

The coldness eroded the pale gold, accumulating layer by layer, making Meng Qi feel like he was back in his childhood. Every winter, he would wear too much and move slowly, and he no longer felt agile. When masters fight, victory or defeat is only a matter of seconds. Before he got rid of the cold and slowness, he saw the punch approaching him, so he could only retreat.

His figure changed, and Meng Qi moved with the punch, retreating quickly. Wu Jizhen had left the ship without knowing when, and his feet stepped on the sea water. The blue-black ice accumulated, dragging out two transparent traces. His fist did not slow down at all, and the distance between them was rapidly shortened.

While retreating, Meng Qi's inner scene changed, interpreting the sun. There were flames in the pale gold light flowing on his skin, melting the cold, easing the slowness, and resisting the erosion of the ice and snow.

It was not until this time that Meng Qi had the strength to draw his sword.

But just as his right hand touched the hilt of the knife, Wu Jizhen's fist sank slightly, and the overall momentum formed by heaven, earth, man, and knife suddenly drilled into the uninvited guest, and it occupied the core, making Meng Qi feel that he could not draw the knife, and would be struck by thunder if he drew the knife.

And Wu Jizhen's inner world was like a world, and this punch came with the "world", making it difficult for people to compete head-on.

Meng Qi opened the acupoints all over his body, trying to connect the heaven and earth and forcibly draw the knife, but Wu Jizhen's fist changed with it, as if it was erratic, the momentum of the world changed again, and the layers of coldness turned into invisible ice, isolating Meng Qi from the world.

Constantly changing, tricks were used continuously, but Wu Jizhen's fist could always test the pressure in advance and control the qi, so that Meng Qi always gave up halfway, or could only retreat, had to retreat.

Really, the changes of reality and illusion are all in his heart! Meng Qi took a breath secretly, abandoned luck, abandoned the feeling of concealment, and sat upright. The inner scene was a chaos, and there was no distinction between reality and illusion!

At first, because it was a ten-move agreement, not involving life and death, Meng Qi did not want to expose the specialness of his "Immortal Primordial Phase" domain, and planned to deal with it purely with the sword. However, under the shining of the "bright moon", he no longer had any secrets. Without the Primordial Domain, it was chaotic and he was afraid that he could not even block a single move.

When the chaos appeared, Wu Jizhen's fist had a slight hesitation and was no longer so determined. Meng Qi was keenly aware of it, unsheathed his long sword, drew half of the Tai Chi, and side-attacked Wu Jizhen's fist, avoiding the edge, and using four ounces to move a thousand pounds.

Wu Jizhen's wrist shook, and his fist spread out, like a person catching a snake, flexible and unusually deflected, grabbing the back of Meng Qi's knife, and the heavy claw shadows condensed, like a mirage in the falling ice and snow.

Meng Qi raised his long sword and a claw shadow jumped out, but Wu Jizhen's palm, finger, fist and claw changed continuously, not slower than Meng Qi's sword moves at all, and there was no situation of not being able to keep up. The sword and hand were like a pair of dancing butterflies, interpreting a beautiful and lively picture, with lightning snakes and snowflakes taking off, and the Arctic Ocean was the same color of lightning.

The sea within a radius of dozens of miles condensed into solid ice, and it was unknown how many feet it spread down, while thunder flashed in the sky, competing for the bright moon.

After several moves, there was no collision between the sword and the hand. At this time, Wu Jizhen's left hand, which had been behind his back, suddenly stretched out.

Meng Qi suddenly felt the white snow drifting, the vastness, the sea in the distance "disappeared", the floating clouds in the sky "disappeared", everything "disappeared", leaving only the lonely and empty world of ice and snow, giving people the feeling of "thinking of the vastness of the world, and crying alone".

Wu Jizhen stood proudly in this world, as if he was the master of heaven and earth, with his fists and claws filling every space, making it impossible for Meng Qi to dodge. Everything was real, and it was difficult to avoid the illusion. It seemed that he had only one choice: to resist.

Meng Qi took a deep breath, and his body suddenly swelled. He followed the laws of heaven and earth. The lightning of "Heaven's Wound" in his hand floated and converged on the tip of the knife. A vortex-like pinhole was exposed, crackling and rumbling, as if the Thunder God who was punishing the heaven had come to the world, with a condescending attitude and a strong and domineering knife momentum, facing the fist and claw.

When the collision was about to happen, Meng Qi's knife light suddenly collapsed, and the sky was full of blue-purple lightning sea, jumping and flashing, covering the long knife and confusing the fist and claw.

The "ocean" separated, and the knife light was like a fish leaping over the dragon gate, passing through the fist and claw with lightning and thunder, and directly took Wu Jizhen's face.

Wu Jizhen bent his elbows inward, and the layers of cold air condensed into dark blue ice blocks, which could not be cut off, delaying the long sword, forcing Meng Qi to change his moves.

Then, he stretched his right hand back, with five fingers spread out, like a blooming winter plum, and brushed Meng Qi with the back, with an elegant posture, giving people an infinitely beautiful feeling.

The ice and snow were dead silent, desolate and monotonous, while the winter plum was "bright", explaining the intensity of life.

This brush was extremely terrifying of death and brilliant of life, with the love of life and the thinking of death, changing inexplicably, making Meng Qi feel that he was defenseless. The long sword and fists and feet had so many omissions under this brush, just like using a bowl-sized net to catch a fish as thick as ten fingers, leaving the opponent with a big hole.

Meng Qi retreated again, quickly retreated, and slashed the long sword forward, splitting it into two, two into four, and four into eight, without distinction of strength, thickness, forming a net of heaven and earth, trying to dissolve this brush layer by layer.

Dang! The intensity of life could not resist the dead silence of ice and snow. Wu Jizhen's flick caused the heavy knife lights to converge strangely, just hitting the back of the knife.

A fierce chill came over, and the purple lightning and blue thunder floating on the surface of Tianzhishang condensed into ice. Meng Qi's five fingers flashed light gold and were frozen on the handle of the knife, unable to isolate himself from the cold.

Meng Qi's face changed, his right hand trembled, and his palm broke at the wrist, leaving nothing for the cold to cling to. His left palm held the Jade-chopping Knife, and his figure moved quickly. Before Wu Jizhen could react, he slashed four times in a row, some fast, some heavy, some feminine, some masculine. He integrated all his life's learning and understanding into these four knives, creating the world, lightning and thunder, ethereal and soul-searching, and heavy pressure on the body. And because it was a left-handed knife, it was extremely unpredictable.

Wu Jizhen clasped his hands together, as if he was making a seal, and the cold light of ice soul surged out of his body, swallowing up all the four knife lights, leaving a white mist.

Suddenly, Meng Qi retracted his long knife, contrary to common sense, and then he looked at the key point and slashed it out.

Crack, the white mist separated, and the long knife slashed Wu Jizhen's body.

The ice and snow broke, the cold air rose, and Wu Jizhen's body was broken like an ice sculpture.

Behind Meng Qi, white mist condensed, and Wu Jizhen reappeared. He put his right thumb on his index and middle fingers, sighed, and gently pointed at Meng Qi with a sad and gloomy feeling.

This awkward and heavy point condensed infinite sadness and persistence. Meng Qi's heart surged with it. He thought of the malice of the six paths, the fate in the hands of others, and the words of relatives and friends said by Gu Xiaosang. He was depressed and struggling in pain. He felt that he was in layers of shackles. He just wanted to draw his sword and cut off all of this, and get great freedom and liberation.

Not good! At this time, the golden giant Buddha appeared, pointing to the sky and touching the ground. Meng Qi regained consciousness. Just now, Wu Jizhen had aroused the long-suppressed emotions in his heart, and a huge loophole appeared.

I am the only one who suppresses it. Meng Qi was about to use his sword to block this point, but suddenly he saw Wu Jizhen's eyes full of nostalgia, enthusiasm, and exploration.

The only thing that makes people sad is separation!

At this moment, Meng Qi had an inexplicable feeling. Wu Jizhen's vision of himself was completely different from his own understanding, and he could not stop it!

Normally, when the two sides fight, what they see is nothing but the Dharma, flesh, blood, moves, the application of the power of heaven and earth, and the mastery of the law. But at this moment, Meng Qi believed that Wu Jizhen saw something else, just like a pot of flowers. What he saw was the petals, stamens, roots, soil, flower pot, sunlight and veins, and found the key from them, while Wu Jizhen saw completely different "moments" such as vitality, death, intensity, and dependence.

If you can't be in the same "sight" with him, you can't understand where he will hit this point, and you can't resist it.

Meng Qi can't care about anything else. The Yuanshi phase operates the Yin-Yang Seal, changing Yin and Yang, circulating life and death, trying to interfere with it. At the same time, he quickly retreats, widens the distance, and intends to isolate the two sides with a range attack.

"Hey." Wu Jizhen retracted his hand and didn't make any more moves. His feet stepped on the frozen ocean, his expression full of bleakness.

"No need to compete. You have a good chance of blocking my ten moves, but..." He shook his head, looking bored, "but you don't have the heart of martial arts, it's boring."

He put his hands behind his back and walked slowly towards the ship.

"The heart of martial arts?" Meng Qi asked in surprise, not expecting such an ending.

How could he not have the heart of martial arts?

Wu Jizhen didn't turn his head and said calmly: "You have a strong desire to become stronger, the motivation to put it into practice, and the repression and danger spur. In the eyes of ordinary people, this may be the heart of martial arts, but you don't have the enthusiasm for martial arts, and you don't have the "pursuit" of the Tao. For you, it is a tool, a weapon, nothing more."

He looked up at the sky and muttered to himself: "What is the Tao? What is life?"

"How to see through life and death, break the eternal silence with a moment of brilliance, and understand the magnificence of the world..."

"All the moves, all the skills, apart from the appearance, are explaining and pursuing these..."

Meng Qi frowned slightly. Shouldn't these be thought about rationally?

"Without experiencing the affairs of the world and without investing in strong emotions, you will not understand the beauty of the great way, the beauty of life and death, the beauty of love and hatred, just like a summer insect cannot talk about ice..." Wu Jizhen shook his head, "You go to Sanxian Island and wait. Every once in a while, the Su Nu Dao will ask me for help."