When two strong opponents met, they had to strike first to gain the initiative.
No matter how powerful the move was, "speed" was always the most important factor. If the preparation time was too long, the opponent would only need to run away and would not be able to hit the opponent.
Herculean Emissary's move was a well-known stupid move.
— It was called "Collapsing Mountain."
This was originally a powerful offensive move of the Great Moon Dynasty's Eighth Cultivator of Spiritual Transformation Technique. In the past, when the dynasty's founder was fighting for the world, he was blocked by a mountain. He was very anxious and did not want to take a detour, so he used "Collapsing Mountain" to break through the valley and pass through.
People were shocked and praised his bravery.
But although this move was fierce, it was not very effective in actual combat because it required a long time to gather power and it was difficult to change the direction of the attack. How could the opponent wait in front of him?
It was either to attack and interrupt the accumulation of power or to run away and avoid the attack.
No matter what kind of response it was, it would make the move "Collapsing Mountain" useless.
However, Shen Zhenyi did not move.
He smiled and nodded, indifferently standing in front of Herculean Emissary, as if he was ready to take this move head-on.
"Although you are stupid, as a martial artist, I still admire you."
Herculean Emissary saw him standing calmly and felt relieved. He laughed wildly and said, "After you die, I will collect your body."
The Collapsing Mountain was already running through his whole body, waiting to be fully activated. Even if there was a mountain in front of him, he could destroy it, let alone a person.
Herculean Emissary really admired this kid's courage.
"Master!"
Cynanchum Chinense was anxious, but Shen Zhenyi waved his hand, indicating that it was fine.
He smiled and said, "The Eighth Cultivator of Spiritual Transformation originally borrowed the power of Heaven and Earth, so it can have amazing power. But although the power of Heaven and Earth is boundless, controlling it is difficult. Even if I take this move head-on, what danger is there? "
Herculean Emissary was holding his breath, so he sneered and said, "You are not afraid of death. I don't believe that you can survive the Collapsing Mountain alone!"
Shen Zhenyi smiled as he continued to instruct Cynanchum Chinense and Princess Long. "The power of Heaven and Earth is incomparably vast. It is filled with the vicissitudes of time and changes, as well as the movement of the stars. Even a person with limited mobility can easily avoid being injured by a natural disaster. "
"The Eight Cultivators of True Spirit Transformation Technique is indeed brilliant, but its brilliance lies in the ability to make good use of borrowed power. However, this Landslide is not part of this. After all, this person is not a direct disciple and has long since embarked on the wrong path."
Shen Zhenyi was not stingy with his teachings towards his two disciples.
But to the ears of the Mighty Messenger, such words were no less than an insult.
What he hated the most in his life was being regarded as a branch family disciple and not being able to pass down the true teachings. At this moment, he was so angry that he shouted, "Shameless boasting! Go to hell! "
The mountain-collapsing momentum had been formed.
Once Emperor Taizu's move was completed, it was unparalleled.
The Great Strength User's feet were planted firmly on the ground, as if his flesh and blood had taken root, as firm as a mountain. Exhale, open your mouth, and punch!
The punch was like a meteor!
Cynanchum Chinense and Princess Long only felt as if the ground beneath their feet was shaking, undulating and swaying as if they were sitting on a boat. They couldn't help but be aghast!
The power of this move came from heaven and earth, and it also shook heaven and earth.
With the momentum of a punch that could collapse a mountain, the recoil that one would receive was naturally not small. If an ordinary person did not learn the secret manual of the Eight Cultivators of True Spirit Transformation, even if they were full of true qi and surpassed the Great Strength User, they would still be crushed to pieces.
The Great Strength User was exceptionally talented. With the incomplete Eight Cultivators of True Spirit Transformation Technique, he was able to display this kind of supreme technique. It could be said that his hard work paid off.
Shen Zhenyi sighed softly, and his white clothes suddenly rippled like water.
He still stood in the same place, motionless.
He did not look like a victim bearing the brunt of the attack — instead, he looked like a person leisurely standing on the shore and watching the tide.
Although the power is fierce, I can only sigh in admiration. What can you do to me?
All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
The Great Strength User's fist was already in front of him, carrying the power of heaven and earth. Even if there was a mountain in front of him, he would still shatter it!
However, Shen Zhenyi did not shatter it.
He only extended a finger.
Long and fair, like a green onion — if one only looked at this hand, it did not look like an invincible swordsman at all.
Compared to the tide-like fist force, his finger seemed too insignificant.
But!
One finger could set the wind and clouds.
Time seemed to be frozen, and the Great Strength User's fist became obscure and slow — Cynanchum Chinense and Princess Long could swear that they could clearly see the scene in slow motion.
Fist and finger met.
The fist that could collapse a mountain, the fist that borrowed the power of heaven and earth seemed to be able to destroy and shatter everything.
— Just in front of Shen Zhenyi's finger, it stopped.
It could not advance even an inch!
The Great Strength User's rushing momentum was stopped in an instant. The huge recoil caused his clothes and skin to shatter, and filthy blood spurted out from every pore on his body.
It was like falling cherry blossoms.
Shen Zhenyi gently waved his hand, blocking the filthy blood three feet away from him.
The Great Strength User's face was stiff, his eyes wide open, not daring to believe what he was facing. Only the knife-like pain all over his body reminded him.
— This Collapsing Mountain that no one could face head-on was easily broken by someone.
"What … what kind of sword technique is this?"
He gasped for breath, promising to ask questions.
"You can see that this is a sword technique?"
Shen Zhenyi nodded slightly, looking at him in a new light.
"Sword Qi attacks, everywhere, how could it not be a sword technique?"
The Great Strength User's body swayed. At this time, he was no longer covered. Although he was covered in blood, it was clear that he was a hunched old man.
Originally, he had relied on his tyrannical True Qi to reconstruct his body, but now his True Qi collapsed and he could no longer maintain it.
Until now, he still did not understand how Shen Zhenyi had broken through his Collapsing Mountain move.
He only saw a flash of light in front of him, and a finger that seemed to break through the sky came, impossible to resist.
— This is sword intent!
The Great Strength User had cultivated to this level, so he still had insight.
He did not use his sword, but his sword intent was sufficient.
— Who is this Third Young Master Shen? How can there be such a magical sword technique?
If he could not ask clearly, he would not die in peace.
"Where the sword is, there is nothing it cannot do."
Shen Zhenyi sighed. "This is the Sword of Seclusion, created by Mister Mo Chu. It should be the strongest defensive sword technique in this world."
— This sword technique should not have appeared in the World of Eight Cultivators. It was a sword technique of a higher level, independent from the world, and laughed at the upheavals of the world with the attitude of a bystander. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was the best defensive technique.
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