I have a role in the heavens

It was a cold night in the north, and a thick layer of snow fell. When many martial artists participating in the martial arts conference got up in the morning, the goose-feather heavy snow was still falling non-stop, and everyone could exhale long long breaths from their mouths and noses. The white air shows how cold the weather is.

Today's breakfast was busy in all the dining halls, and there was no solemnity like the first day. The martial artists who were familiar with the cruelty of martial arts competitions and did not leave the competition seemed very relaxed. Most of them put life and death aside and put down their psychological pressure.

What's more, a lot of things happened last night, which caused countless people to talk about it. The organizing committee of the World Martial Arts Conference discovered the standing body of Augustus in the morning and announced to the public that the top master of the European Holy See, Austria Gusdu was taking a walk in the middle of the night and was frozen to death by the heavy snow. As soon as the news came out, countless people were stunned. The majestic Danjin Grand Master, the land god who is a man and a god, could actually freeze to death in the cold weather. It was simply Just like a joke.

Although the Holy See of Europe was very dissatisfied and issued a protest, when Li Daoqing ordered to kill Augustus, he left a glimmer of life. It only destroyed the opponent's mind and spirit, but his body did not completely die. The last glimmer of life finally died in the cold The snow dissipated in the weather. If the current instruments and equipment are used to check, Augustus was indeed frozen to death without any external injuries. The organizing committee produced the corpse examination report, leaving the Vatican speechless.

But all the masters knew that Augustus wanted to sneak into the resting place of Chinese martial arts masters, but was killed by a mysterious master with one blow. He had no power to struggle, which was simply terrifying.

"Old uncle, did you see Augustus last night? How did he die? Who was the mysterious master who killed him?"

"When I jumped out last night, I only saw that Augustus was dead. I didn't see who killed him at all!"

In a corner of the restaurant, a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old looked at an old man next to her with eyes that were like colored glass. Her eyes were full of curiosity, sparkling and radiant.

The old man looked to be in his sixties, with a thin body and a hale and hearty spirit. His body was slightly bowed, holding his right leg and putting his feet on the chair. He curled up into a ball, like an old man on the northwest Loess Plateau. The farmer, squatting on a chair, looks particularly simple and honest, and speaks with a strong northwest accent, which is very interesting.

"I didn't see it either. When I went out, there was no one there, only Augustus's body. But I did see Wang Chao come out too. It seems he was also alarmed!"

"I really didn't expect that someone could kill a Dan Realm grandmaster quietly under the eyes of Wang Chao, the best master in the world. This person is really terrifying, and his strength is definitely not weaker than Wang Chao even goes beyond that!"

Wu Kongxuan's eyes narrowed and his pupils contracted. He heard the movement outside and went out to observe. In the entire venue, there were only traces of Augustus. The mysterious master was like a ghost. Without leaving any clues or traces, he came and went without a trace, and killed a land immortal. This kind of strength makes Wu Kongxuan feel frightened when he recalls it now.

"I thought that in this World Martial Arts Conference, Wang Chao has broken through the void and is invincible. He can be said to be an invincible existence. There is no problem in winning the championship. But now it seems that we have underestimated the people of the world. These players There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers inside, and there are many championships up for grabs, but it’s not certain who will win?”

Wu Kongxuan opened the corners of his mouth, revealing deep wrinkles on his face. He smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum and said with deep meaning.

After a while, everyone had dinner, and one after another they walked out of the restaurant and headed towards the competition venue. More than 100,000 spectators had already entered the venue. The huge area looked extremely shocking. When everyone exhales, they can gather into clouds, just like the magical power of calling wind and rain in myths and legends. The originally cold and snowy weather is a little warmer because of everyone's breath.

The first game this morning was about to start. The big screen kept flashing names. It took a full twenty seconds before it stopped.

Chinese Wudang Lin Tingfeng and Thai boxer Naipeng.

Lin Tingfeng is the Huajin Grandmaster of the Wudang Jiugong Sect, a master of swordsmanship. With a sword in his hand, even the great master of Danjin needs to find a temporary refuge from the edge. His swordsmanship is superb and sharp. His apprentice once challenged Wang Chao and was taken away from him. Jiang Hai of Snake Sword, it was Chen Aiyang who took the Turtle Snake Sword back from Wang Chao's hands and sent it back to Wudang Mountain, making the Jiugong Faction very grateful to the Golden Toad Faction.

Nai Peng is a Muay Thai fighter of the older generation, a legendary boxer in Thailand, and a top master in the Muay Thai world. The boxer of the older generation has not made a move for many years. Masters like Ruan Hongxiu have come to him for advice.

This fight was also quite sensational, as both of them had very high status. He is also considered a powerful person.

Lin Tingfeng walked into the center of the field with a sword in his hand. This sword was the turtle and snake sword, but Naipeng walked into the field with his bare hands and his head held high.

The two stood still, sizing each other up, with strong fighting spirit in their glasses. They showed their sharp edges, refused to give in to each other, and had high morale.

Lin Tingfeng squinted his eyes and looked at the opponent. He was dressed like a Muay Thai boxer and had dark skin. This is a characteristic of people living in tropical areas. He has a strong body and looks dry, but he is actually fierce and extremely terrifying. people.

"Are we competing with weapons?"

Lin Tingfeng's entire cultivation is focused on the sword. He uses his strengths and avoids his weaknesses, so naturally he has to choose the weapons he is good at to compete.

Naipeng shook his head and muttered something. Naturally, Lin Tingfeng didn't understand. He was confused and looked at him blankly.

Lin Tingfeng reluctantly raised the sword in his hand and gestured to Naipeng to test the weapons. Naipeng's narrow and fierce eyes showed a look of understanding, he stretched out his hand to make a fist and shook his fist.

Obviously, Nai Peng's intention was very clear. He was not willing to compete with weapons. Muay Thai boxers were best at boxing and kicking, and swordsmanship was naturally not their strong point. How could he agree to Lin Tingfeng's proposal.

The two could not reach a consensus, and the staff of the martial arts conference finally left. After communicating with each other for a while, the big screen on the computer flickered again. Naturally, lots need to be drawn on the big screen to determine the competition method.

In the stands, Li Daoqing's eyes were shining brightly, and he looked at the top of Lin Tingfeng's head. Dark clouds covered the top, and he was in danger of annihilation. There was little hope for life. In the thick black air, only a white thread appeared, which was very small and soft. , it may break at any time, which makes people feel a little worried.

The corners of Li Daoqing's mouth curled up slightly. Lin Tingfeng was also from Wudang Mountain after all. Naturally, he couldn't watch the other party die. The little finger of his right hand twitched slightly, like plucking invisible strings. The air vibrated slightly, and the string of fate was twitched. Suddenly, a white light shot out from nowhere and penetrated into the luck above Lin Tingfeng's head.

The extremely thin white line on Lin Tingfeng's head shook suddenly and turned into a sharp sword light. It slashed at the dark clouds above his head. The cold light shone with incomparable sharpness. The dark clouds shattered, the clouds dispersed and the sun rose. A bright sun hung high in the sky. What? All bad luck and disasters have disappeared.

A satisfied smile appeared on the corners of Li Daoqing's lips, which made Tang Zichen notice it. His starry eyes were like water, like an illusion, like a dream. The stars were dotted and dazzling. He glanced at Li Daoqing in surprise and saw the gleaming light gradually fading in his eyes. If there was any Thinking about this, his eyes were full of stars, and he looked towards the center of the field. Lin Ting's head was hung with a bright sun, and his luck was at its peak. Dark clouds were covering his head, and there was a layer of blood shining outside. His life was exhausted, and he was certain to die.

"You took action?"

Tang Zichen withdrew her gaze, with a bit of curiosity in her eyes. She had heard Li Daoqing talk about the way of luck, and she also knew that Li Daoqing had the ability to change fate. The luck on Lin Tingfeng's head was obviously abnormal, and the round of Hao It was not his luck, but someone gave him a helping hand to dispel all the black energy for him. The only one with this ability was Li Daoqing.

"After all, Lin Tingfeng is from Wudang Mountain and an old friend of my master. He has also taught me some of the essence of swordsmanship. Naturally, I cannot see him die!"

Tang Zichen was thoughtful when he heard the words, nodded, looked up at the big screen, and was extremely sure in his heart that this game would be a weapons competition.

Everyone looked up at the big screen. The screen flickered and finally settled on two large characters.

This competition is about weapons. Lin Tingfeng's sword eyes flashed with a sharp edge, and his body was filled with aura, unparalleled sharpness, and extremely compelling. His eyes were piercing, and he looked at Naipeng opposite.

Naipeng's expression darkened. It was actually a weapons competition. He had no choice but to go down. After a while, he came up with a short scimitar. As a master of the first generation, he had also practiced weapons, but compared to fists and kicks, the weapons were not. Just what he does best.

"bell!"

A bell rang, and the two people in the middle of the field suddenly looked stern. Lin Tingfeng pulled out the Turtle and Snake Sword. His momentum doubled, powerful and cold, and unstoppable. He stepped on his foot and let out a long roar. The Turtle and Snake Sword in his hand suddenly pierced through. The immortal pointed the way and stabbed Naipeng directly between his eyebrows. This sword was fired with full force, with an elegant posture. It struck the person first, and struck the eye first. It showed the demeanor of a swordsman master of a generation.

Without blinking, Naipeng opened his mouth and smiled. Suddenly, the folds on his face suddenly tightened, as if he had undergone a cosmetic surgery to tighten the skin. His old face was smooth and tender, originally brown and black. His face instantly turned yellow, with a hint of red in the yellow, as if it were made of fine cinnabar glazed tiles, and his whole skin seemed to have been brushed with a layer of glazed.

This is a method similar to dry Zen in yoga Kung Fu. It is said that the Buddha Sakyamuni passed away in death between the two Sara trees in Kushina City. There are two trees in the east, west, north and south. The two trees on each side are one prosperous and one withered. , called it "four dryness and four glory".

According to the Buddhist scriptures: the twin trees in the east mean "permanence and impermanence", the twin trees in the south mean "pleasure and no happiness", the twin trees in the west mean "self and non-self", and the twin trees in the north mean "purity and nothingness". net".

The lush and glorious tree represents the true nature of nirvana: permanence, happiness, self, and purity; the withered and withered tree represents the nature of the world: impermanence, no happiness, no self, and no purity. The Tathagata Buddha enters and annihilates between these eight realms, meaning it is neither withered nor prosperous, neither false nor empty.

Of course, Naipeng's realm is too far behind Sakyamuni. He has just practiced dry Zen to a realm where vitality is hidden, and he is withered on the outside and prosperous on the inside. Compared with the realm of the Buddha who is neither withered nor prosperous, both withered and prosperous, he is at most an Arhat. Tao fruit.

Naipeng suddenly raised his right hand, like a tiger's claw, grabbing the scimitar in his hand, his whole body exploded like thunder, and his body suddenly swelled up. This was the violent effect of the qi and blood bulging the skin. The sound was extremely violent, and the sword flashed through the void, slashing towards the turtle and snake sword. The sword's light was as cold as the crescent moon in the starry sky in the cold winter, cold and icy.

After Lin Tingfeng's turtle sword was halfway out, he suddenly changed his position, lifted it down, and twisted his steps. The tip of the turtle sword stabbed Naipeng Baoshiling's abdomen without any warning.

With Lin Tingfeng's hand, it was as if he had stepped on a snake. He was twisting and turning, and his body was uncertain and strange. This was the sword power of the Jiugong Sword, "True Martial Arts Stepping on a Snake."

Naipeng's expression changed, and the scimitar in his hand slid down. The silver moon fell and came to his abdomen, like a shield that blocked Lin Tingfeng's turtle and snake sword from piercing his abdomen.

Lin Tingfeng turned his finger and moved two inches. The tip of the sword slid down and reached Naipeng's knee ring point.

Lin Tingfeng's swordsmanship was superb, his changes were as he wished, and he was very mysterious. He looked for possibility in the impossible. Before Naipeng could react, the sword edge turned slightly, and a cold light suddenly appeared. Naipeng's kneecap was picked out by Lin Tingfeng, and blood spattered. , Naipeng's body tilted and he was about to fall down.

The Turtle Snake Sword in Lin Tingfeng's hand is like a poisonous snake, winding and circling, going up with the trend, the head shoots out, the snake letter spits out, and the sword seals the throat.

"boom!"

The scimitar in Naipeng's hand fell to the ground, and drops of red blood fell. Naipeng clutched his throat with his palms, his eyes widened, full of reluctance. He was unlucky. If it was a boxing and kicking competition, Lin Tingfeng He is definitely not his opponent. The opponent's physical strength, vitality and strength are all weaker than his own.

Lin Tingfeng seemed to feel Naipeng's unwillingness and resentment. His expression straightened, he sheathed the turtle and snake sword, performed a Taoist salute in his hand, and chanted in his mouth.

"Blessings and Immeasurable Heavenly Lord! You don't control your orders, we can only obey them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Naipeng fell to the ground with a crash, his body already stained red with blood, and his eyes widened, as if he was accusing God of why he was so unlucky.

Li Daoqing sat in the corner and touched his nose with a guilty conscience, showing a bit of embarrassment. He did not dare to raise his head and look at Tang Zichen beside him. What he had just done was considered cheating, and he had to change his life against the will of heaven. , intercepted a glimmer of hope, changed the fate of Lin Tingfeng and Naipeng, and exchanged life and death.

More than fifty fights followed, and one day passed. The night of the second day of martial arts was very quiet. It seemed that Li Daoqing had been frightened by killing chickens to scare monkeys on the first night. Basically no one was active at night.

Immediately afterwards, the third day of fighting ushered in. It seems that an earth-shattering battle is destined to be arranged on the big electronic screen every day.

At the beginning of the third day, there were two thrilling names.

Chen Aiyang of the Wudang Golden Toad Sect and Wang Chao of the Tang Sect.

"Wow!"

Countless people exclaimed, Wang Chao's first game appeared. Previously, Wang Chao was called the best player in the world overseas, which made countless people curious about his level of strength. Now he finally has it. The opportunity could see him take action.

As for Chen Aiyang, although he is known as the best player in Southeast Asia, his reputation is not as famous as Wang Chao. Although Wang Chao was defeated twice, the news did not spread.

Wang Chao looked upright, with a cold light shining in his eyes. He could be said to be obsessed with Chen Aiyang, second only to Li Daoqing. He suffered defeat at the hands of Chen Aiyang twice. Now that he has mastered Kung Fu, he naturally wants to regain his place and put Chen Aiyang on the field. Beating him to death could be regarded as a declaration of war against Li Daoqing. Li Daoqing would definitely be heartbroken if his only disciple was beaten to death by him.

Chen Aiyang was wearing a white training uniform and a pair of black mille-layer cloth shoes. They were soft and comfortable, unhurried, calm and unhurried. He was exceptionally calm, not nervous at all, and didn't care at all about the gazes of countless people present, as if he was about to face He is not the best master in the world, he is just a little-known person. His calmness and calmness are admired by countless martial artists. They ask themselves, if they fight with Wang Chao, they may not be able to maintain a calm state of mind, and they will definitely feel like facing a powerful enemy. , the nervous heart was beating rapidly.

Wang Chao stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at Chen Aiyang who was walking slowly, raising his head, looking at the person through his nostrils, opening his mouth slightly, and said arrogantly.

"Chen Aiyang, you bullied me twice when I failed to achieve great success in kung fu! Now that I have perfected my martial arts, I must avenge my shame and seek justice from you!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar, and their eyes shone brightly. They looked at the two people in the field. They didn't expect that Chen Aiyang and Wang Chao actually had such a grudge. Gossip is human nature. All the martial artists had their ears pricked up and they were attentive. , I want to know more about the two people’s grudges and gossips.

Lin Tingfeng looked at Wang Chao with a sharp cold light in his eyes, holding the Turtle and Snake Sword tightly in his hand. He knew a little bit about the grievances between Wang Chao and Chen Aiyang. After all, the Turtle and Snake Sword was sent back to Wudang Mountain by Chen Aiyang, and they were the Nine Palaces. Pai naturally wanted to express his gratitude. If it weren't for his lack of cultivation, even with the sword in his hand, he would still be no match for Wang Chao. He would have attacked and regained his position long ago.

Chen Aiyang looked at the arrogant Wang Chao and was very puzzled. How did Wang Chao achieve enlightenment, break through the void, and see the gods? He said with a serious face.

"Wang Chao, there is no need to say more about the right and wrong. You and I are both martial arts practitioners. The principles are all in the fists and feet, so why bother with words!"

When Wang Chao heard this, he saw that this was Chen Aiyang, with confidence in victory on his face, very arrogant, and the demeanor of a master from Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, giving advice to the country, talking about the past and the present.

"I have achieved the highest level of national martial arts, breaking the void, and seeing God as indestructible. Although you have achieved the golden elixir path, you are no match for me!"

"If you want to survive, you'd better surrender before the game starts!"