Chapter 230 Dao Passed to the Three Friends?

Qinglong and the others felt a jolt in their hearts, but before they could ponder, they saw Truman crossing over amidst the fierce air currents.

"You learn the Dao from others, but I won't, and I won't have any covetous thoughts..."

Truman's wide samurai robe suddenly tightened at this moment. Facing Porter, who was stepping through the air, he only snorted coldly. Scorching blood energy surged out with the raising of his arm and clenching of his fist:

"I thought the Begging Dao Society would only bow to the Dao, but I didn't expect you to submit before another's seat!"

For the past hundreds of years, overseas had been chaotic and bloody, with countless heroes emerging in troubled times.

It wasn't until Mu Longcheng went overseas and inherited the position of Great Leader that those who dared to jump out were killed by him.

Truman had lived in the shadow of Mu Longcheng for a long time.

Naturally, he recognized Porter.

Bang!

Blood energy emptied, boiling and激荡 (ji dang, surge), faintly, in the void, there seemed to be the sound of gold and iron horses clanging, the boiling blood energy was like a burning war.

Everyone present felt a rusty, bloody smell between their mouths and noses, as if they saw a battlefield of bloodshed and slaughter.

This was formed by Truman using the 'Six Hells Demon Sect's' secret technique, 'Battle Demon Heart Sutra,' as its foundation, incorporating Xuan Xing, and a long accumulation of various fist techniques.

Military Dao Killing Fist!

"No wonder Xue Zheng couldn't kill you. Your momentum has indeed grown."

Porter stretched his arms, like a roc soaring, a crane spreading its wings, naturally and without any trace of artifice, but he just happened to meet Truman's Military Dao Killing Fist:

"It's a pity, this is Da Xuan, not your Golden Eagle Country!"

Boom!

After a thunderous explosion, there was a series of sounds of physical collisions like a string of firecrackers.

"That Truman has merged with the national fortune of the Golden Eagle Country, no wonder, no wonder..."

Chu Fan's eyes narrowed, but he saw something.

In the thirty years of the Wang Quan Dao, unlike Feng Mingtao, who liked fighting and killing, Chu Fan took on the task of guarding the collection library.

Most of the time, he was reading some miscellaneous articles, legends, unofficial histories, and vernacular novels.

He remembered very clearly that the Battle Demon Heart Sutra was rumored to be the martial art of an unknown great enemy of the first Wang Quan Daoist, three thousand three hundred years ago in the Jiu Fu Realm.

This martial art does not emphasize form, nor meaning, but only momentum.

Before the Wang Quan Daoist was born, he was once the number one in the world who had suppressed Jiu Fu for decades. His momentum was so strong that even experts of the same level could hardly resist his fist.

In the real world without spiritual energy, this martial art seemed especially powerful.

Truman used this to unite the national fortune of a country, accumulating momentum from the West. Even if he could not compare with that peerless expert of the past, he had already made up for the shortcomings of lagging behind others.

No wonder he dared to come alone.

In today's world, Truman could never cultivate the invincible spirit of the number one in the world, but by borrowing the national fortune of the Golden Eagle Country, it was equivalent to indirectly taking this step.

Because in the past hundreds of years, the Golden Eagle Country had dominated the ocean. Before the true rise of Da Xuan, it was the undisputed global leader.

His ascent in the Golden Eagle Country must be able to use this national fortune to cultivate his own momentum.

Rumble!

It was as if thousands of collisions sounded as one, and the surrounding whistling sound of the strong wind paused, as if it had been covered.

Sizzle~

In a sound of tearing silk, Porter descended from the sky, landing in front of the mountain and retreating step by step, each step like a heavy hammer striking a drum.

The ground, which had been blown by the strong wind for several months and was more solid than concrete, was trampled over, and countless sands were taken away by the strong wind, filling a large area of the void.

Bang!

Truman landed at the same time, his body swaying slightly, but he stabilized his figure and stopped attacking, but his eyes were a little gloomy:

"Taiji Loose Hand?"

The Battle Demon Heart Sutra emphasizes momentum, while Taiji emphasizes intention. In the moment of the fight, he had already discovered something was wrong.

Porter's fist had actually changed.

The former Porter practiced hundreds of kinds of boxing, and his moves were never limited to any boxing method, but were more in line with modern human combat.

But at this time, his every move contained Taiji, which was something he had learned from that Mr. An...

As early as three years ago in the Great Dream, he had learned from a certain place the identity of this Mr. An in the dream, and even sold it to government offices in various countries...

"In ancient Da Xuan, there was a way to support the dragon court to cultivate. Unfortunately, using human body to bet on national fortune, even Zhuge would fall, what virtue and ability do you have?"

Whoosh~

Porter shook his arm, his expression indifferent. Although his clothes were damaged, he did not appear embarrassed at all.

"The principle of Taiji is that I have also studied it in depth. One yin and one yang is called the Dao. There is no lasting prosperity. Da Xuan has prospered for thousands of years. In the next thousands of years, it should be the luck of the West."

A hundred years in the dream was enough for anyone to study other doctrines in depth. Truman was obviously not just learning martial arts:

"How do you know I can't succeed?"

"Perhaps?"

Porter just shook his head, ignoring Truman, and glanced at Chu Fan and Gu Changsheng faintly: "Mr. An has been waiting for you for a long time."

Chu Fan and Gu Changsheng exchanged glances and nodded, heading towards Tianlian Mountain.

With the vision of the two, they could naturally see the inside story of Porter and Truman's fight. Porter did not care about anything, retreating when he should, while Truman had to advance without retreat.

Although outwardly it seemed that Truman had the upper hand, it was obviously impossible to defeat Porter under the eyes of Qinglong, Baihu, Wang Zhixuan and others.

The two left.

Wang Zhixuan had already stepped forward, her aura like a knife cutting through the strong wind and air waves. Qinglong and Baihu's gazes were also locked on Truman.

A great battle was about to break out.

Whoosh whoosh~

The celestial phenomena near Tianlian Mountain were extremely strange, but in this fierce strong wind, except for Yi Xin Temple, there was no grass, snow, or even some gravel and dust left.

The speed of Gu Changsheng and Chu Fan was naturally not slow. Almost at the same time as the battle broke out at the foot of the mountain, they had arrived at the top of the mountain, in front of Yi Xin Temple.

Here, the clear light was like a waterfall, surrounding everything on the top of the mountain, beautiful and magnificent.

Looking from here, one could see Su Jie sitting cross-legged in the Taoist temple amidst the blooming divine light, and An Qisheng, who was stroking his palm with his hand, sitting on the mottled Taoist platform.

Passing on the Dao?

Is it really passing on the Dao?

Gu Changsheng and Chu Fan's hearts moved, and they had guessed something when they recalled what Porter had said before.

Suddenly, with the state of mind of Chu Fan and the two, they couldn't help but jump. They looked up, but they only felt that there seemed to be a vast sea of stars and endless Dao rhymes in that quiet gaze.

For a moment, they seemed to fall into a dream, and their expressions were dazed.

"Mr. An..."

Chu Fan was in a daze, when he heard a calm voice coming from the Taoist temple:

"I already know your intentions, but water and fire can still be compatible, let alone dreamers who were originally born from mortals?"

Amidst the divine light, An Qisheng raised his eyes and looked at Gu Changsheng and Chu Fan:

"Isolated yin does not produce, isolated yang does not grow. The two are each other's roots and each other's manifestations. Forming factions and attacking dissidents is human nature, but inclusiveness is the 'Dao' of heaven..."