God of Defiance

"Damn it, how could this happen!"

The moment Xue Mingqing was frozen in place, he cursed secretly, and a look of horror immediately appeared on his face.

As expected of the legendary Gongsuntai, he could control his body easily!

"Ho ho ho..."

On the other side, the bloody corpse was unable to move, roaring continuously and struggling hard.

It's a pity that no matter how hard he struggled, he was still unable to move forward!

The remaining people naturally noticed Xue Mingqing and Xue Zhi who were fixed in place and unable to move.

However, they all glanced at it for a moment, then immediately turned their heads and studied the statues in the hall again.

At this moment, every minute and every second is extremely precious.

They really don't have much thought to care about other things.

Chutian stood in front of a statue.

This statue depicts a swordsman holding a long sword above his head.

The swordsman's face was cold, and his eyebrows seemed to carry an astonishing aura of moving forward without fear.

Chu Tian raised his hand and placed it on the swordsman.

boom!

Immediately, a strong sword intent came directly towards Chu Tian's face, stinging Chu Tian's face with slight pain.

"Sword Intent!"

Chu Tian immediately shook his head and let go of his hand.

Then, he took a few steps and stood in front of another statue.

This statue depicts a tall ape with a ferocious face, a fist thrust forward, and the hairs protruding all over the body are even more visible.

Chu Tian placed his palm on the fist that the ape shot forward.

Roar!

Suddenly, a roar came out!

Chu Tian saw a huge fist as white as frost slamming towards his face at high speed.

"Fist intention!"

Chu Tian was immediately startled and quickly released his palm.

Then, he moved on to the next statue.

At this moment, everyone else present was like Chu Tian, ​​placing their palms on the statues and comprehending the martial arts artistic conception contained in them.

Soon some people found the artistic conception of martial arts that suited them and began to meditate with their eyes closed.

puff!

A disciple of the Blood Chonglou placed his palm on a statue and tried to meditate with his eyes closed. However, after only two or three breaths, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. His face instantly became as pale as paper, and he took several steps back. .

Then, he snorted coldly and placed his palm on the statue again.

puff!

However, the moment his palm touched the statue, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his whole body was violently thrown out and fell heavily to the ground.

The others turned their heads and glanced, with a trace of contempt on their faces.

Obviously, this disciple of the Blood Chonglou has too little foundation and is not qualified to understand the martial arts artistic conception contained in the statue!

He forced himself to comprehend, only to be immediately met with backlash!

After spending almost dozens of breaths, Chu Tian briefly studied all the statues present.

For him, there were only two statues suitable for enlightenment.

One of the statues is of a swordsman, wielding a broadsword with a strong sense of sword intent.

Another statue is a red bird with its wings spread out and its body burning with blazing flames, which contains the artistic conception of fire.

After Chu Tian thought for a few moments, he walked to the statue of the swordsman and sat down cross-legged.

At least he had a hint of the artistic conception of the sword, but he had no idea of ​​the artistic conception of fire at all.

Comparing the two, it is naturally more appropriate to understand the artistic conception of the sword!

What's more, he is now eager to improve his strength.

Compared to the artistic conception of fire, the attack power of the artistic conception of sword is more powerful.

Chu Tian sat cross-legged, released his spiritual thoughts, and easily invaded the statue of the swordsman.

Uh-huh!

Chu Tian felt his eyes flicker and instantly arrived in a yellow sand desert.

The sun is high and the heat wave is rolling.

A swordsman in white stood in the desert, holding a silver sword in his hand. He raised the sword above his head, roared, and slashed it down!

laugh!

Countless sword lights shined out immediately, like a silver waterfall, falling from the sky, suddenly spread out, and then merged into one again. Lightning struck in the yellow sand, and a long and huge crack appeared on the ground immediately!

Weird thing is!

The crack that appeared in the desert solidified suddenly and stayed there for a long time. The yellow sand on both sides simply did not flow toward the crack in the middle!

"hiss!"

Seeing this scene, Chu Tian suddenly took a deep breath.

His eyes were wide open, staring closely at the long cracks that appeared in the desert, motionless, and his mind began to work at a high speed.

"Sword intention, sword intention, sword intention..."

Chu Tian's face was dull and he kept mumbling these two words.

What do you mean?

A question suddenly broke into Chu Tian's mind.

Meaning is will!

If I want to have it, I can’t live without it!

If I want nothing, I will never have it!

If I want to separate, we must not unite!

If I want to separate, I must not get together!

Meaning is also artistic conception!

Raining is an artistic conception, wind is an artistic conception, falling leaves are an artistic conception, and lightning is also an artistic conception!

Meaning is emotion!

Joy is an artistic conception, anger is an artistic conception, anxiety is an artistic conception, and helplessness is also an artistic conception!

same!

It can be a mountain, it can be water, it can be the sun, it can be the moon, it can be everything in the world, it can even be... nothing!

Chutian's brain was running at high speed.

He felt as if he had caught something, but he seemed to have caught nothing!

Wow!

Suddenly, the screen flashed backwards, and Chu Tian came to the initial moment again.

The yellow sand desert and the scorching sun are high.

A swordsman in white raised his silver sword high, roared, and slashed it down!

The sword light was as sharp as a waterfall, suddenly merged into one, and struck the ground fiercely. A long and eye-catching crack immediately appeared, and it could not be restored to its original state for a long time.

"This sword obviously contains the will of the swordsman in white. Due to his will, the cracks that were opened cannot return to normal for a long time. The will will not dissipate and the cracks will not go away!"

"This sword also contains the emotions of the swordsman in white. When he swung the sword, he was so excited that he was like a galloping horse, unstoppable!"

"Perhaps, this knife also contains other things, but I can't see it yet..."

Chu Tian murmured in a low voice.

Crash.

After a while, the screen flashed backwards.

The initial scene appears again.

The yellow sand desert and the scorching sun are high.

The swordsman in white stood alone in the desert, roared, raised the silver sword in his hand, and slashed it down!

boom!

The silver sword struck the ground with lightning, and a long eye-catching crack suddenly appeared on the ground, which could not heal itself for a long time.

Chu Tian's eyes widened and he stared at the cracks on the ground, his eyes flashing with thought.

Immediately, he moved his gaze away from the crack and looked up at the swordsman in white.

"Hiss...I understand, I understand!"

Suddenly, Chu Tian's face lit up and he began to murmur non-stop.