I am a god-slayer, not your hero.

It is tender and moving.

Wu Xiaohui, Cecily, and Zhao Hufeng, the three bystanders, couldn't help but mutter to themselves upon seeing this scene for the first time.

How illusory it is for an ancient immortal to be reborn into this world and continue their past life's destiny!

Looking at the tacit understanding and harmony between the two now, it's like the mountains and rivers sharing the same color, the sun and moon shining together, making them feel...

Is this romance real?

The three looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

After a while, Fan Xinglu said with lingering enthusiasm, "Alright, Xiaohui, show him your martial arts skills."

"Yes."

Wu Xiaohui nodded immediately.

Mingxian also stood up, gently stretching out his arm like an ancient pine welcoming a guest, and slowly placed Fan Xinglu on the ground. Then, with a graceful movement, he moved like a swallow skimming the water, his steps light and silent as he touched Wu Xiaohui.

The feinting punch seemed to contain immense power, and an invisible pressure could be felt in the air.

Wu Xiaohui reacted swiftly, stomping her leg hard on the ground, raising dust as she spun her right arm, her movements fluid and powerful, as if catching a sparrow's tail.

With a twist of the back, he used the momentum to his advantage.

Boom!

The probing punch was broken, but Mingxian landed on both feet, his dragon spine unfolded, and a dragon roar came from his body.

He flipped his hand and slapped it towards Wu Xiaohui's chest.

Wu Xiaohui channeled the power of the stars into her hands and feet, creating a stark contrast with Mingxian's seemingly mortal body.

The two collided head-on, and the sound of the collision was like the collapse of the heavens and the splitting of the earth.

The brilliance of the starlight intertwined with the resilience of Mingxian's body, radiating a dazzling light.

Wu Xiaohui's figure seemed to transform into an indestructible weapon, with his elbows, legs, knees, and even his head becoming his weapons of attack.

With each swing, a strong wind howls, and the force is astonishing.

Each strike was accompanied by a whistling wind, pouring down on the zither.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

This was not the sound of flesh and blood colliding, but rather the sound of metal clashing.

Upon seeing this, Cecily and Zhao Hufeng quickly dodged the shocking aftershocks.

Zhao Hufeng moved faster, while Cecily was slightly slower, but both remained vigilant, watching this incredible duel.

"Just who is this person?"

Zhao Hufeng's eyes flickered slightly, filled with confusion.

He noticed that Mingxian did not have any fluctuations of star power, as if he was relying entirely on his mortal body to fight against Wu Xiaohui.

Upon seeing this, Cecily involuntarily reached out and touched her chest, a wave of fear washing over her: "This person... could his bones really be made of steel?"

It is truly unbelievable that someone could fight a master like Wu Xiaohui to such an extent using only physical strength; this scene is full of absurdity and incredulity.

However, considering the moon in the sky and the chaotic world, it doesn't seem so absurd.

If people from parallel worlds are going to invade this world, what's so surprising about that?

Mingxian and Wu Xiaohui moved slowly and gracefully during the audience, like two clouds dancing together, light yet sharp.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred moves had passed.

Suddenly, Mingxian's movements changed abruptly, his aura freezing like ice. With just one step, the wind of his fist arrived, and the trajectory of his punch was exactly the same as Wu Xiaohui's move, as precise as a mirror image.

boom!boom!

The sound of fists clashing was crisp and heavy, exploding in the air and echoing endlessly.

Wu Xiaohui was shocked and found it hard to believe that Mingxian could instantly master and copy her moves, but then her eyes narrowed and she quickly adjusted her mindset.

Various martial arts techniques emerged in an attempt to break the sudden stalemate.

but.

No matter what exquisite moves Wu Xiaohui used, Mingxian could always follow her like a shadow, perfectly replicating each and every move, as if there was some invisible bond between them, and their movements were always synchronized without any tacit understanding.

After three hundred moves, Wu Xiaohui's body trembled, and she slammed her right foot into the ground, stirring up circles of fine dust. She lowered her shoulders and straightened her arms, gathering all her strength, preparing to use absolute power to directly confront her opponent.

His body shot out like an arrow, and with a loud "bang!", he crashed into the string without hesitation, attempting to overcome skill with brute force.

At this critical moment, Mingxian's shoulder lean arrived even earlier than expected.

The two bodies collided violently, like two hard rocks.

At that moment, the air seemed to be compressed, emitting a low rumble, and everything in the audience chamber seemed to stand still.

boom!

After a loud crash, Wu Xiaohui staggered back several steps, regained her footing, her face pale and her breathing erratic.

Mingxian remained calm and composed, saying, "It's a very impressive martial art, capable of reaching this level, but unfortunately it's still a little lacking."

Fan Xinglu nodded slightly, "It is indeed a little lacking. The human body has its limits. Even with the use of spiritual energy, there are still limits. The only thing that can be truly limitless is the mind."

"maybe."

Mingxian then looked at Wu Xiaohui and said, "Your disciple is no good."

Wu Xiaohui's expression changed slightly, but she remained silent.

Fan Xinglu laughed heartily: "This lad is indeed my most prized disciple. He has been exceptionally talented since childhood and has made rapid progress, but I can't find any enjoyment in him at all!"

Mingxian said, "I can find quite a bit of fun in this."

"That's because this kid isn't your shadow," Fan Xinglu said with a laugh.

Mingxian looked at Wu Xiaohui.

“I’ve heard people say that martial arts requires seeing oneself, seeing the world, and seeing all living beings, but you haven’t even seen yourself.”

Mingxian raised his hand and slowly threw a punch.

The punch grew larger and larger in Wu Xiaohui's eyes, carrying a hint of detachment, yet also a hint of obsession.

"what do you want?"

This punch seemed to contain the essence of all the martial arts that Wu Xiaohui had demonstrated in the previous fight, yet it surpassed them and evolved into a completely new style of boxing.

This punch combined Wu Xiaohui's agility and nimbleness with Mingxian's own tenacity and strength, as if it had combined the advantages of both into one, forming an unprecedented attack method.

The force of the punches was like the roar of dragons and tigers, causing the air in the audience room to tremble.

Zhao Hufeng and Cecily's expressions changed drastically at the same time.

The all-purpose medicine has disappeared!

The spiritual energy in the entire audience seemed to have vanished.

"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands!" Cecily hurriedly took out a talisman, wanting to cast the Star Immortal Technique, but she couldn't summon even a trace of the Universal Response Essence.

Break the demon.

The greatest characteristic of cursed power is that the immense cursed power of a god-slayer can nullify all surrounding magic even without doing anything.

"Did you understand what that punch was like?"

Mingxian suddenly asked a question.

"I don't understand." Wu Xiaohui lowered her head.

Fan Xinglu couldn't help but laugh and said, "All the fist intent I have accumulated over a thousand years is contained in this one punch. It is truly a punch of unwavering devotion. This move can be called 'Fallen Immortal into the Mortal World'."

"You think of yourself as a god, you're really narcissistic."

Mingxian chuckled silently.

Fan Xinglu said, "It was you who regarded me as an immortal; I was merely going with the flow."

"If you are an immortal, then you are a demon immortal."

"I don't deny that those immortals gave up their 'persistence' too easily."

“Yes, that would be so boring.” Mingxian wholeheartedly agreed. “Laughing and being happy, worrying and being troubled, crying and being sad—that’s life.”

Fan Xinglu smiled and said, "The essence of human nature lies in the word 'struggle,' and no one can escape it."

"If you're not competitive, what's the point of practicing martial arts?!" Mingxian shouted, looking at Wu Xiaohui. "Have you thought this through?"

"..." Wu Xiaohui's lips parted slightly, and she lowered her head in shame: "I'm sorry, Master, I still don't understand."

He had heard these words from Fan Xinglu, who was then called "Wang Xiaoyuan," from his master long ago.

Mingxian earnestly corrected, "It's not Master."

Then he said to Wu Xiaohui, "You'd better be careful."

"What?" Wu Xiaohui looked at Mingxian in confusion.

Mingxian said, "You seem to have also participated in the Knights War. Your brother's Sentinel from the Civilization was also a participant in the war. He's probably already lost patience... Don't die."

He patted Wu Xiaohui on the shoulder, and Mingxian transformed into a gust of wind, leaving the place.

Fan Xinglu laughed heartily.

"He really is as free and easy as the wind."

She suddenly became a little more interested in the world.

I had originally planned to visit a parallel world to meet other martial artists, especially the world of "becoming an immortal through martial arts," but now I'm suddenly curious about where this world will end up.

Will more promising talents emerge?

Furthermore, just how powerful were the enemies that Mingxian was chasing?

Not a Dragon Rider: Chapter Eighty-Five: A Monumental Lie

The wind blows across the six-pointed star.

With light steps, Mingxian quietly arrived at Tianwuyao's tranquil residence.