I'm dead!
Not very decent.
Without the constraints of my family, my chains are completely broken. I can follow my heart and do what I want, just for the sake of fairness.
I really became the knight I had seen in movies and TV dramas since I was a child.
When I see injustice, I will draw my sword to help.
Ten years have passed to sharpen a sword, but the frosty blade has never been tested;
Let me test you today, who has any grievances?
I dare to do anything and dare to do anything. Soon the reward amount exceeded ten thousand taels.
Even though the Tiger Demon's early warning ability was top-notch in the world, after dominating for half a year, he was still killed by the Jinyiwei's chief flag.
After all, the world belongs to Daxia.
…
After reading the entire record, Zhang Mingtu looked puzzled.
This round he was much more vigorous than before.
There are a few more words in the records of his life.
But in the end, the overall situation has not changed, and everything is proceeding as before.
Some things have changed, but some deeply rooted things have never changed and will never change.
After a long time, Zhang Mingtu came back to his senses. What came to his mind the latest was not the magnificent events, but the experience in the Ten Thousand Mountains.
This is also what Zhang Mingtu, who will write his life record in the future, wants him to remember most - Dragon Fist.
The future Zhang Mingtu practiced Dragon Fist in a confused manner and just barely got the hang of it, but he knew in his heart that this was the best martial art in the world, so he kept it firmly in his heart and mind.
During this round of experiences, what Zhang Mingtu felt most deeply was not the darkness of officialdom, nor the sadness of the Zhang family's ruin, but that force is the foundation of life.
The Jinyiwei general flag-captain killed Zhang Mingtu, who had undergone marrow cleansing and blood transfusion three times, with just a few moves.
No matter how crazy Zhang Mingtu was, he had no chance to resist and was only greeted with a calm comment.
"Nothing more than that!"
"You only know the Tiger Demon, not the Dragon God. You're just a monster!"
Dragon God?
Zhang Mingtu felt a strange feeling in his heart. With his current strength and martial arts, he was always a guest of honor wherever he went.
But it is far different from the real imperial court. The imperial court gathers heroes from all over the world and has countless top masters.
"However, if the imperial court did not have the power to dominate the world, all places would not be able to act so recklessly."
Judging from Zhang Mingtu's feelings alone, the power of the imperial court can easily suppress the entire martial arts world and the whole world.
Refugee riots like the one in Jianyi could never shake the foundation of the empire.
The only thing the refugees could do was to dye the Ganjiang River red.
In a world where martial arts prowess can suppress the entire world, the only people who can be valued by the court are martial arts masters. As for ordinary civilians, no one cares.
Zhang Mingtu still had this obsession in his heart and still cared about it, but he was powerless to do anything about it on his own.
The night is quiet, with only the chirping of insects. The barking of a dog in the village can be heard hundreds or even thousands of meters away.
Zhang Mingtu thought about it over and over again and couldn't sleep anymore.
The tiger demon in his mind roared ferociously, but the murderous intent was not as strong as before.
The entire tiger demon was like a lazy big cat lying in the mind, and its posture was a bit like the old drunkard's daily state.
But Zhang Mingtu knew that the tiger demon's murderous nature had not been eliminated, but had become even more terrifying.
Just like the old drunkard, if he doesn't take action, it's fine, but once he does, it will definitely be earth-shattering.
"Dragon Fist!"
Standing in the courtyard, Zhang Mingtu's body was like a dragon, his feet kept moving, but the movements of his hands were not fierce.
Dragon Fist is weird.
Focusing on intention rather than strength is more about the inner rather than the outer.
The main thing is to form the divine intention of the Dragon Fist in the mind.
Having practiced the Bull Power Fist and the Tiger Demon Bone Refining Fist, it shouldn't be difficult for Zhang Mingtu to develop the divine intention of the Dragon Fist.
But in fact, Zhang Mingtu fell into a big pit in this regard.
After staying in the mountains for several months, he only managed to grasp the basics, not even as good as the seven or eight-year-old Taoist boy.
This made Zhang Mingtu feel inferior for a time.
Zhang Mingtu, who plays the roles of a fierce tiger and a wild bull, can find corresponding wild beasts in reality, imitate their divine will, and use his fists and feet to condense the divine will.
But Zhang Mingtu was at a loss as to what to do with the dragon.
Although Zhang Mingtu has always been called a descendant of the dragon, he has a deep connection with the dragon both in his past life and in this life.
But Zhang Mingtu had never seen the real dragon.
The dragon fist that the old Taoist taught him was also confusing and completely disorganized. Judging from Zhang Mingtu's current level of boxing skills, it was more like random punches.
If Zhang Mingtu had not been unable to defeat the seven or eight-year-old Taoist boy, he would have once thought that the old Taoist was the successor of the Lightning Five Whips.
Really, that boxing style is completely confusing.
Now, practicing Dragon Fist again under the moonlight, Zhang Mingtu vaguely grasped some of the clues.
The whole method does not form a routine, just a punch here and a claw there.
But as he practiced, his mind seemed to rise infinitely, penetrate deep into the sky, and sink into the nine heavens.
Zhang Mingtu's mind suddenly became clear, and he felt a sense of indifference.
It was as if he was looking down at the world from the sky, and the unsystematic boxing techniques of East Jade Spring and West Claws, at this moment when his mind had risen to an extremely high place, were more like the claws of a dragon.
The dragon is invisible from head to tail, and each move seems scattered and disorganized, but there is a feeling of perfection.
After practicing the boxing several times, Zhang Mingtu wanted to practice again, but suddenly he felt his mind was empty. His whole body was still strong and powerful, but his mind felt drowsy and he almost fell asleep on the spot.
"The Dragon Fist actually trained the gods."
At this point, Zhang Mingtu suddenly felt enlightened.
The scattered moves of Dragon Fist are just shadows. If you really want to master Dragon Fist, you must sublimate your mental state.
Exhausted, Zhang Mingtu endured the faint tingling in his head, quietly returned to his room and lay down on the bed.
The true dragon's divine intention in his mind still had not condensed, only a cloud of mist was floating around.
Although it was just a circle of clouds and mist, Zhang Mingtu suddenly felt a sense of clarity of mind and body.
The tiger demon who was originally lying on the ground with Lazy Sheep roared towards the sky, and a violent wind gathered around him.
It roared and soared into the sky, but could not reach the ever-changing clouds.
The strong wind brought heavy clouds, but only dispersed them briefly, and soon they condensed again.
The wind was blowing fiercely, the tiger demon was roaring ferociously, fighting endlessly, staring at the sea of clouds above its head, as if staring at a mortal enemy.
The divine intention condensed from the Bull's mighty fist was just walking leisurely on the earth.
Before, the Bull was forced into a corner by the Tiger Demon and was almost completely suppressed by the Tiger Demon. It seemed that he would be swallowed at any time.
But now I feel much more relaxed and comfortable, walking leisurely under the white clouds.
Zhang Mingtu's mind was clear.
The superior divine power condensed by the Dragon Fist was diluted by the Tiger Demon's ferocious murderous intent, making him neither as indifferent as an immortal nor as ferocious as a madman.
As the two fought, the tiger demon forced the potential within his body to blossom.
The Dragon Fist, however, simply lay indifferently on top of it, strengthening the spirit.
Although there was clearly an internal struggle going on inside, Zhang Mingtu felt that all his potential had been fully unleashed.
"Dragon and tiger fight, but I am the winner. This boxing method..."
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