Chapter 1815 (2/2)

”I don't know its name. The strong word is... Tao!” ”Qi Shuai and Ning Changsheng are not martial arts practitioners anymore, but practitioners,” he said

What is Tao?

Through the ages, countless people have been studying it.

This word is so profound that no one can say it clearly.

Even for Qi Kunlun himself, I'm afraid he can't make it clear.

However, he is very aware of his current pursuit of the road, that is, the world is the same, everyone is like a dragon.

Everyone is his own master.

As Qi Kunlun walked faster and faster, the palm wind became stronger and stronger, bringing a gust of wind, flying sand and moving stones.

Ning Changsheng is as steady as a strong pine. Sometimes he attacks with his sword finger, sometimes he returns to his arm to block him, sometimes he kicks his legs and punches, and sometimes he shrinks his body.

Although he didn't move in the same place, he still played with Qi Kunlun, which can be said to be no match.

Taiji gives birth to Liangyi, Liangyi to four images, and four images to eight trigrams. Qi Kunlun steps on the eight trigrams and moves with each stroke. The boxing meaning carried by each stroke is vast and heavy. It seems that it contains the theory of the birth and death of the universe, which ordinary people can't bear. If someone else stood in the position of ningchangsheng, even if he was not killed, he would have been scared to kneel down to beg for mercy and pay homage to him.

”Great Qianyuan!” Ning Changsheng suddenly opens his mouth and punches Qi Kunlun.

The four characters, out of the Yi, Ning Changsheng integrated the mystery of the four characters into his own fist meaning. One blow out, as if the sky collapsed.

All things begin Ning Changsheng is another sound, a palm shot.