Of course, although it can be said that the two sets of boxing are complete to the same extent, they are absolutely different.

Now he is equivalent to a god who has no mental weakness.
And the bigger difference between them is the speed of progress.
Jueshen has absorbed the achievements of martial arts in the past 100 years to reach the present state. For him, this is the end point, and he can go further and seek to make himself without shortcomings at most.
On the other hand, Dashumi’s own consciousness merged with the body and foundation of God, and he was resurrected when he set foot on this peak and entered a new chapter in his martial arts career like the disadvantages of the times.
He still has many creative ideas waiting to be induced and put into practice.
This rapid ascent process will probably come to an end after he has seen all the details of the development of martial arts in China for a hundred years.
Now sumeru is stirring the fog to browse this century-old glory.
He hit the monk emperor twice, which is far from enough to kill the other side, even seriously injuring him. Not only can he not take the initiative to pursue interest even if he is next to ten monk emperors at this time.
The fog is showing the first battle of the emperor’s shadow party, Yunhan.
There is a trick in that process.
The wilderness in front of Tianshan Mountain is like weeds, and there is amazing stubbornness in his eyes. The Japanese swordsman is holding a long knife wrapped in a dirty white cloth circle.
When this knife was swung out of his hand, the broken cloth danced like a flock of butterflies and flew into their lonely dreams.
Because the butterfly flew into the dream, the whole wilderness in front of Tianshan Mountain became a corner of the dream.
And the man with the knife who fought the long knife from the butterfly group jumped from this dream to the unspeakable truth and waved the most sober knife light in the world.
Heroic words, lofty sentiments, lofty aspirations, life and death … all shocked!
Wake up in a dream with a white blade and a cool breeze in your eyes
But such a knife came to an abrupt end in the palm of your hand, which was full of crying words.
This historical image has vanished like a bubble at the moment when the knife and hand collided.
Big sumeru Gherardini face looks quiet for a long time before moving on.
After he left, the monk emperor quickly returned here and searched everywhere, but he couldn’t find any trace.
Even if two people in the nine realms are half a step apart, they may all be stranded in completely different places. If you want to meet, it may really depend on fate.
The monk emperor thought again and again and walked into the fog. From time to time, the mirror on his forehead flashed a light, which was forced on his mind to retrieve his self-cultivation.
I don’t know how long it took.
In the middle of the fog, the great sumeru is more quiet than stepping through this hundred years of battles, and the evolution of martial arts again and again, or because of the crowd or personal promotion, mostly left traces here and fell into his eyes.
His martial arts training rapidly expanded his mind like a huge and shriveled raft, and he shuttled through the stormy waves.
But his face look hard to distinguish emotions.
When I saw the scene when I was besieged, I realized that I had reached the end of this century. Dashumi stopped and touched her face with one hand and covered her face with the other.
Two lines of bean big bright tears streamed from fingers.
"alas!"
It’s "wonderful" to go out in a hoarse cry.
"But it’s only a hundred years that can be so good. If it’s two hundred years, three hundred years and one thousand years before I was born …"
The more he said, the more excited he became. He looked up and opened his arms. Tears streamed from his face and flowed into his armor, wetting his skirt.
"Why did you give birth to the bodhi old zu 100 years ago, Reverend Mother Xu Fu, you waste?"
"How long will it take me to get such a wonderful touch again? ! ！”
Big sumeru tears while stare big eyes depending on the fog like suddenly realized something.
"Yeah, the bodhi old zu I can’t do that, but now …"
He squeezed his fist and his face had a big discovery expression. "I seem to be able to interfere in the past."
"Eh, what would it be like to throw the world gate and all the cheats I know into the past and throw them hundreds of years ago?"
In that case, maybe Chui Fu would have been killed a long time ago, and there would be no chance for this person to be born-this thought flashed through his mind and was thrown away like garbage by him.
This kind of thing is not necessary at all
If the world can become vibrant enough, there will always be someone who will think the same way as I do now.
"Big Sumeru" will be born and will live forever.