Heart Survey

Chapter 2273 Warrior

I have asked myself countless times.

Why choose the path of a warrior.

The human race has a path of cultivation, a road to heaven!

The "Tao" originated from ancient times and has developed countless tributaries through ancient times, medieval times, modern times, and even the modern world.

From traveling to the top, every step has been verified countless times.

Intelligent people throughout the ages have explored nearly infinite possibilities, and through generation after generation have achieved today's "Tao". The wisdom of the sages and the blood of the brave spread out into the sky.

Taoism, Confucianism, Buddhism, and the Art of War, there are too many great paths that have been taken, which are clearly reflected in the world of spiritual practice. Even the road to transcendence has many traces of history, and its vague outlines are reflected in the waves of time.

And there are constantly amazing and talented people who are opening up the boundaries of "Tao".

In the past few years alone, there have been "metaphysics", "miscellaneous studies" and "fantasies come true".

Then why go forward and take such a lonely road? Why do you still have to fight like this, work hard and work hard?

Because we want future generations to know that there is more than one choice for "people"!

"Tao" is all-encompassing, but "Tao" is not the only one.

Those who remain stubborn will be eliminated by the times.

The courage to pioneer is exactly the spirit of martial arts!

At the pinnacle of martial arts in this world, Wang Ao raised his fist and asked——

Ask the sky if there is a way.

In fact, Heaven has already answered. The eternal barrier is the silent response.

But Wang Ao was not satisfied with this answer.

Since ancient times, thousands of warriors have been dissatisfied.

Use force to stop war, use force to rule the country, and use force to bring injustice.

Takeo's dissatisfaction is simple——

Punch, punch, punch.

His face was divided into five colors, and his nose was bleeding in the middle of the courtyard.

It was a shocking shock to him, and the world was turned upside down.

Every mountain is opened, and the southern wall is smashed.

If there is no road in the world, blast away the barrier here and there will be a road under your feet.

The fist peak of Wang Ao's five fingers is the highest scenery in martial arts.

The peak of the fist is getting higher and higher, and the farther it is, the more majestic it is.

The path of cultivation has reached its end at this point, and one punch will blast out the Five Fingers Mountain.

This fist seal, this mountain of five fingers, represents the "limit" of martial arts, roaring forward almost infinitely, opening up to the future.

The endless fog in front of me suddenly turned into billows of smoke and dust, swinging almost infinitely to both sides.

Yuyu clarifies Wanliai!

Between this shore and the other shore, there was an almost eternal blank, with only the shadow of the mountain moving forward.

The reason why there are so many "almosts" is because the truly eternal fog is coming back.

Wang Ao only threw two punches. One punch blasted away the barrier of heaven, and the other punch blasted away the eternal fog. It was indeed the strongest manifestation of martial arts power in the world, overwhelming all martial artists. But when he looked ahead, he could only see his fist and the vast blankness in front of him, and he could not see the other side!

The gap created at this moment is disappointing.

The best martial artist in the world can smash the sky and split the sea, but he can't clear the way forward.

Doesn't the pinnacle of martial arts exist?

Is martial arts simply an unworkable path?

No.

It's because I'm not strong enough, and I haven't reached the end of martial arts yet.

This is not the end yet!

At this moment, Wang Ao didn't think about anyone or anything.

He only thought of lonely fist-pumping nights. After waving my fists countless times and spilling blood and sweat countless times, I finally understood the eternity I wanted in this lonely long journey.

There is no way to worship in the world, and there is no way to be given by God.

The road is underfoot.

Wang Ao takes one step forward!

Stepping towards the abyss where the eternal mist returns, towards the other shore where I don’t know whether it will exist.

This step has put life and death aside, using the past to make the final decision. When his footsteps fall, he will either stand on the top of the mountain called the pinnacle of martial arts, or his body will be shattered and fall into the abyss, becoming what he has experienced countless times in the past years. One of the "wrong" ones.

He wanted to look higher and farther at the moment he jumped out of the twenty-sixth level of martial arts, and at the moment he fell into the endless abyss.

He believes that he is not far away from the top!

At the moment when he truly reached the pinnacle of martial arts, he felt that the shackles that had always been placed on his path were loosened.

His martial arts cultivation, which had been stagnant for many years, had been shaken at this moment, and there was a possibility of promotion.

But at this time, his shoulders suddenly sank, and he felt a terrifying weight.

It was as if the whole world was pressing down on him, his shoulders, head, and torso, every inch of muscle was wailing, it was so embarrassing!

The weight that crushes this body is still superimposed infinitely.

This is the resistance of heaven.

People who want to create miracles need to understand why it has not happened in history.

Wang Ao's eyes were about to burst, his muscles all over his body were tense, every tendon was tightened, and he was still trying to fly forward. Carrying this mountain and crossing thousands of mountains, in order to find the end of martial arts and the "other shore" of life.

Even the strongest warrior in the world cannot bear the arduous journey of exploring the extreme realm.

Cracks appeared in the taut skin, and the tough blood vessels burst one by one.

But he opened his bloodshot eyes and stared stubbornly into the distance.

he saw...

He saw——

In the deepest part shrouded in the boundless sea of ​​mist, there are indeed faint shadows of mountains.

Although only a few outlines and a corner of the mountain's shadow are shown, it is majestic and majestic, and it really exists!

There is a way to martial arts!

If the sky does not open, people will ask for it.

I have seen it, I have seen the "Tao".

Almost laughing wildly.

At this moment, the entire martial arts world was chewing on that ray of excitement. The sweetness that comes after all the hardships is indeed sweet to the depths of the soul, making people never forget or regret it in this life.

But Wang Ao was falling.

He punched the sky, shattering the barrier of heaven for all warriors of all ages. Even if the barriers of heaven are scattered and reunited, the martial arts will always exist before reaching its peak. But in front of the next challenger, it must not be so heavy anymore.

He punched the other side of the martial arts, blasting away the eternal fog, and saw countless untenable possibilities among the vast choices. When you see a mistake, you are getting closer to the correct one. The more mistakes you see, the closer you are to getting it right. This punch defeated thousands of years, which greatly made up for the sacrifices of future generations of martial arts monks.

He leapt boldly into the abyss, using the method of moving "this shore" to bring himself closer to the "other shore". It was the first time he saw the shadow of a mountain in the misty sea. He was already the person closest to the pinnacle of martial arts in history!

He has already reached his limit.

Gas and blood, burning martial intent, consume this body. Eventually the oil will run out and the lamp will dry up.

He got here by pushing his limits again and again.

But people are limited, but the sky is endless.

ended……

"successor--"

Wang Ao has become skinny and bones, even the skin is cracked and the bones are cracked. The majestic Qi and blood were once like rivers, but now they are so weak that they cannot bear a single drink.

But he mustered up his last strength and shouted angrily: "Martial arts is not an end, martial arts king Ao has reached the peak!"

successor……

please continue.

Let’s continue this bitter journey. I look forward to the day when the entire world will receive rain for our warriors!

I can already see that day, it’s not too far away!

Hu Hu Hu.

It was the sound of falling wind.

Wang Ao's eyelids kept drooping, and he kept struggling to hold them up, so the world in front of him flickered in and out.

Man is like a mayfly in the twilight, and his spirit is like a candle in the wind.

He knows that everything must end, but the warrior's will must burn until the last moment.

Just at this time--

In this desolate world of martial arts, a sudden peak rises!

This peak reaches the clouds, and on the top of the mountain stands an old man with gray hair but strong muscles. Mohist warrior Shu Weijun!

Will he come to fight for it?

Is he at this time?

At this moment, this old martial artist, who has lived for more than a thousand years, stands at the highest point of the martial arts where he has always stood, looking at the pinnacle scenery that he has always dreamed of.

Of course he couldn't see the "other shore", he could only see Wang Ao who was burning everything in this journey.

In the arduous journey of exploring the extreme realm, even the best martial artist in the world seems insignificant.

Before the passage of heaven, Wang Ao's fist seemed not strong enough.

Shu Weijun stood at the extreme height of the twenty-sixth level of martial arts, standing on the "this shore" similar to Wang Ao and jumping out.

The old man's white hair was floating in the hunting wind, and no one knew his mood at this time.

Only his naked upper body can be seen, his muscles are like hills and graves, and his raised arms are like supporting the peaks of the sky. His body seemed to be connected to the thread that bound the world, and every breath he took could affect the world.

When he makes a move, all eyes are on him.

And his left hand became a palm, and his right hand became a fist, and they were in one place, bowing to the falling Wang Ao from a distance——

"Warrior Shu Weijun, respect Wang Ao!"

When a gentleman lives, he values ​​the left; when using troops, he values ​​the right. Good things are on the left, bad things are on the right. The right palm and left fist are the difference between life and death; the left palm and right fist are the difference between superior and inferior.

In the endless abyss, a peak immediately rose up, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, hanging upside down like a bottle. Qia Qia pushed him to Wang Ao's feet and caught him.

From this peak of martial arts, I would like to offer a toast to Wang Ao.

Shu Weijun came here not to fight for the road, not to take advantage of others' danger and cross the natural chasm by stepping on Wang Ao, but to give Wang Ao a ride! I give you the highest respect as a warrior!

The heavy pressure of the extreme journey is all borne by this wine bottle-shaped peak of martial arts.

Standing at the extreme height of the 26th level of martial arts, Shu Weijun's muscles and bones all over his body made unbearable thuds.

He took a step for Wang Ao.

A thousand years of martial arts training, boxing, spear training and mind training!

The Mohists were majestic, clean and powerful, but today people do not respect the sages.

Wang Ao, who was already exhausted, suddenly raised his eyelids and opened his eyes.

At this moment, it was as if the ancient beast had awakened, and the entire martial arts world was shaking.

On Hongzhong Peak in the present world, energy, blood, and smoke collided into the sky.

My warriors, when you regain your strength, your energy and blood will be like a mountain torrent!

At this time, in the world of martial arts, there was still a distant chasm between him and the tiny mountain shadow. But he stood unsteadily and held his fist.

He gritted his steel teeth and prepared for the final charge.

But in front of him, another peak rose up, giving him a step up.

A figure wearing heavy armor, with thick eyebrows like peaks and wide eyes like the sea. He holds a bronze long sword in his hand and a short sword hanging from his waist. Standing at the extreme height of the twenty-sixth level of martial arts, Tigo sent him forward with a voice like thunder: "Martial Master Wu Xun, send Wang Ao off!"

Wang Ao shattered the barrier of heaven, blasted away the eternal fog, and made the martial arts in the world believe that martial arts is truly the best.

The prophecy that "this road is blocked" has been shattered!

Figures at the pinnacle of martial arts such as Wu Xun and Shu Weijun can see clearly that none of them would be able to achieve Wang Ao's level.

Because only then did they understand that with the development of martial arts, the base is not thick enough and it has not truly reached its limit. They have surpassed the previous warriors, but they have not yet reached a position where there is no real way forward.

No matter who takes this step today, they will fall.

Only Wang Ao could be so close to the top.

They must admit, and truly admit, that Wang Ao is the number one martial artist in the world.

Therefore, if you are a martial artist like Wu Xun, I also show you respect!

After Wu Xun waved his weapon, another mountain flew out.

That was the rising warrior in the north, the elegant and elegant Cao Yuxian.

He has light armor and a bow, and has a long body and long hands. Silently, he lifted up the extreme peak of the twenty-sixth level of martial arts and stood parallel to Wu Xun and Shu Weijun.

He just flipped his hand, and the longbow was already in his hand. This bow is slender, looks very light, and has a fragile feeling that it will break with a little force. It's doubtful what an amazing arrow it can deliver.

Cao Yuxian pulled the string with his hand, the bow was full of moon, and the arrow was like a shooting star——

"The warrior Cao Yu has the title to open the way for Wang Ao!"

There was only an imperceptible sound when the string was lifted, as if it was threatening to destroy the slim body of the bow.

But after the arrow flew out, it roared like a tornado, rolled into an angry sea, swept away everything in sight, and once again penetrated the gathering eternal fog!

In front of Wang Ao's eyes, there was a clear sky. The mountain shadow in his eyes suddenly became very clear, majestic and concrete.

He stepped onto the peak sent by Wu Xun, climbed to a higher level, and looked at the clearer peak, and another peak rose in front of him.

It was a man in rich clothes and a fine face, with a thin fan hanging from his waist. He looked like he was not working hard, making it difficult for people to trust his force.

But he is determined to stand no lower than any martial arts master in this world of martial arts.

His fan is thinner and longer than ordinary fans. It is made of meteorite iron. When it is not unfolded, it looks like a heavy ruler.

He didn't care about the wind, flowers, snow and moon, and didn't lament the sadness of the spring and autumn. He just clasped his fists on the top of the mountain and looked at Wang Ao's back from a distance——

"Martial artist Ji Jinglu, respected as the number one martial artist in the world!"

In the past few decades, the certain present, and the foreseeable future, Wang Ao deserves this name.

Today Ji Jinglu does not fight for anyone, he only fights for the martial arts in his heart and offers the respect of a warrior.

Is the world of martial arts desolate?

Maybe now.

But not lonely.

Throughout the ages, warriors have always climbed it.

In all directions, there is always a resonance of martial intent.

Today, these four martial arts masters are standing on the "this side", standing at the position where Wang Ao first started. In fact, they can't see anything about the "other side" at all, they can only see a fallen martial artist. But they believed that Wang Ao had seen it and believed that Wang Ao could arrive.

I also offer my respect as a warrior and contribute my own strength.

They have no friendship with Wang Ao, they are just fighting for it.

And Wang Ao, move forward.

He really never thought that the final journey to the pinnacle of martial arts would be so easy.

Four other martial arts masters in the world joined forces to protect him.

He took a step forward and climbed up a level. When he stepped onto the martial arts peak given by Ji Jinglu, his peak was already in front of him.

In this last moment, he did not roar, did not shout, and was not violent at all. No singing and drinking, no crying over the past, just raising my feet and jumping lightly——

The martial arts peaks he stepped on fell one after another. The traces of the past connect yesterday, today and tomorrow. His physical condition still had not returned to its peak, but he easily withstood the pressure of the last period of the extreme journey and steadily... landed on the ground.

What an understatement.

The long nights and pains of the past seemed insignificant.

The years to come, the life to come, are the scenery of another world.

It was New Year's Eve in the year 3928 of the Tao calendar.

The warrior king Ao has reached the top!

From now on, the world of spiritual practice has opened a new chapter. From now on, the world of martial arts will open up a new world!

Wang Ao, who was standing at the pinnacle of martial arts, had an unprecedented calm expression.

When he looked back at the top, he saw more than just the faces of the other four martial arts masters. What he saw were the figures who came one after another during those long years.

What he saw was a road that was narrow at first and started very low, but became wider and higher. He went from Pingdi to Changling and set up a plateau on the barren hills.

After winding for thousands of miles, you only see the peak, and then you know that there is an absolute top in the world.

It’s been such a long journey!

Only then did he understand.

The mountain he saw in the boundless sea of ​​mist at the critical moment of life and death...

That mountain doesn't actually exist.

In other words, that mountain didn't exist in the first place.

Exist because of Him.

Ever since.

The martial arts is at its peak, and the solitary peak stands tall.

Since then, he has been standing in the world.

(End of this chapter)