The knife was like a crescent moon.
The crescent moon was like a knife.
Facing the nine shrill cries of the blood moons, Yang Zhong's expression did not change. His eyes were calm, his legs were like poles, his fists were steady, and he punched out ten times in all directions.
Ding ding ding ding ding …
Like jade beads falling on a plate, like a blacksmith forging a sword, nine strange sounds were heard. The simple and solid old fists struck down all the proud blood moons, making them fall to the mortal world.
The remaining punch hit empty air.
Although it hit empty air, Xie Tian's pupils shrank slightly. Without thinking, he turned his body sideways and watched coldly with his blood-red eyes. A Qi that was as steady as a rock cut through his chest and flew back ten feet. The air exploded, and the explosion turned into a gust of wind, extinguishing the six torches within five feet.
This was a punch that hit empty air.
Xie Tian knew that if he did not turn his body sideways, it would not be the six torches that were extinguished, but the fire of his life.
An empty fist was terrifying.
The fist technique was simple, straightforward, and extremely condensed. Xie Tian did not find any possibility of change in this fist. Since the moment it was struck, this fist had been destined to destroy the enemy's destiny.
"What fist?"
Yang Zhong was not surprised that Xie Tian dodged his sure-kill punch, but he was more or less surprised, so he replied honestly, "Old fist, old as in honest, fist as in fist."
Xie Tian nodded, "Very powerful."
"It's just a mortal rank technique."
Yang Zhong shook his head, retracted his hands, and looked at Xie Tian honestly. He found that after the six torches were extinguished, Xie Tian became a little dimmer, which made him a little happy. Maybe with a few more punches, he could make Xie Tian completely fall into darkness.
Therefore, he stood with his legs apart and his fists kept punching, just like a child practicing for the first time. He punched seriously and methodically, making the sky fall and the earth crack.
This was the first honest person that Xie Tian had met, and also the most terrifying person that he had met so far. Just like his name, honest, honest to the point that he wanted Xie Tian dead, without any distracting thoughts, compromises, discounts, detours, or schemes …
In the face of such an honest fist, even Xie Tian thought that he should be honest and die, suddenly found that he had this idea, evil killing suddenly jumped, Xie Tian's dazed blood eyes suddenly became clear, but became more dignified.
Yang Zhong had also comprehended Xing Yi!
Moreover, his comprehension was even deeper than mine!
It was so deep that it could shake the will of the enemy!
In the Flesh Slaughterhouse, an old room and a young room, eleven "kill" characters appeared. Their fists were like "kill" characters.
Under the effect of Evil Kill, Xie Tian could clearly see the trajectories of the eleven punches. The trajectories were very simple, coming straight at him, but they were not simple at all. This was because the eleven punches were a whole. Either he dodged all of them, or even if he was brushed by the wind from one of the punches, it would cause the eleven punches to explode.
Old Fist was not being honest.
Old Fist, great skill may appear clumsy, great wisdom may appear foolish.
"Knife, come!"
Xie Tian pointed his right hand at the restaurant and whistled!
Zheng Yu was startled, and immediately threw the thirty-four Shadow Moon Knives on the table. After thinking for a while, two more knives fell from his sleeves, and he threw them at Xie Tian.
A Milky Way flew towards Xie Tian. As Xie Tian quickly retreated, his right hand grabbed the head of the Milky Way, and all thirty-six Shadow Moon Knives moved. With a turn of his body, the Milky Way became a red full moon!
"What technique is this!"
Zheng Yu's eyes widened, and he realized that he could not see Xie Tian's technique at all!
In the sky above the Flesh Slaughterhouse, there was an additional shadow.
The moon filled the sky, the shadow of the moon covered the sky …
Yang Zhong's old eyes wrinkled, and he shook his head. He retracted his legs and stood upright, his hands folded in front of his chest, like an honest farmer, looking forward to his eleven sickles, eradicating the flashy but impractical shadow of the moon, and then reaping the fruits of victory.
The gentle rotation of the blood-colored full moon slowly became faster and fiercer. When the eleventh punch arrived, the red mist emitted from the rapid rotation of the blood moon had already spread out to a distance of three meters.
Xie Tian closed his eyes, and calmly listened.
Poof!
As soon as the fist and the moon came into contact, the full moon was missing a bit, and the shadow of the moon also became smaller, as if a piece was swallowed by the fist-formed Heavenly Hound. Specks of silver dust fell from the friction, and those were the Shadow Moon Knives that had turned into powder.
After thirty-six popping sounds, the blood-colored full moon was swallowed by the Heavenly Hound in an instant, and the red shadow disappeared. The starlight that filled the sky instantly shone with a scarlet light, because the endless silver dust that fell to the ground was like the incarnation of the stars, spreading the blood of the mortal world above the Nine Heavens.
At this point, the Zheng family's most powerful hidden weapon technique, the Moon Shadow of the World, was completely broken.
Xie Tian had already expected this result, because he did not feel terror from Zheng Yinhu, but from the honest Yang Zhong.
Honest was indeed a terrifying word.
He also decided to be honest for once.
Yang Zhong's honest face changed a little. Although the Moon Shadow of the World, which he looked down upon, was completely defeated, it made the flawless eleven punches feel a little cumbersome and sluggish, as if it had eaten too much moon.
This cumbersome and sluggish was a flaw, but it was a flaw that could not be detected.
Therefore, he was relieved, and continued to watch with his hands folded.
Xie Tian opened his bloody eyes, and they were extremely bright, like the nine crescent moons at the beginning. In his evil eyes, he saw a total of ten flaws.
These ten flaws were the links between the eleven punches. Although the Shadow Moon Knife of the Divine Weapon level was not fully used, and these ten links were still connected, but it was enough.
Therefore, like Yang Zhong, he squatted down obediently, took a stance obediently, and extended his right hand to attack with a finger.
Primeval Chaos Pillar, Inverted Hedgehog!
? Shu?
This finger, tapped on the surface of the eleven punches, tapped on the ten threads, tapped on Yang Zhong's heart.
A clear sound, like a silver vase breaking, like a water mirror breaking, the eleven punches were like a painting embedded in a frame, struck by a hammer …
Shatter!
Fly!
But the power of the eleven punches was so strong that the mirror did not shatter into countless pieces, but only into eleven pieces, which was the eleven punches.
The whole of the eleven punches was separated.
Yang Zhong's honest expression changed. He did not believe that the eleven punches would split open and fly out from the space around Xie Tian. However, this was a scene that he had seen with his own eyes, and he had no choice but to believe it.
The eleven explosions woke up Yangshuo City, extinguished all the torches behind Xie Tian, and made the evil spirit stagger a few steps forward and spit out three mouthfuls of blood!
This was the fruit of the eleven punches that should have smashed Xie Tian's body, except for his head.
Zheng Yu was dumbfounded.
Everyone in Bianliang City knew that Yang Zhong had two scariest things, one of which was the old punch. Although Yang Zhong's cultivation was one level lower than Liu Xiaoju's due to his talent, and he had not broken through the late stage of Inner Qi, even Zhou Boran, who was at the eighth level of Inner Qi, did not dare to take the old punch head-on.
And Xie Tian used two moves, the Moon Shadow of the World and the finger, to break the old punch wonderfully.
The reason why it was so wonderfully was that Zheng Yu had no idea how Xie Tian broke the old punch.
The Moon Shadow of the World was supposed to be one of the few offensive moves in the world, but what did Xie Tian use it for? To order it around like a mill? To grind the old punch by force?
And how could that honest finger block the old punch that could overturn the world? In a battle between the finger and the fist, the finger should be broken, and the fist should advance. Since when did such an unbelievable result appear?
He could not understand it, and neither could Yang Zhong, but it did not stop Yang Zhong from changing his view of Xie Tian. The old punch could not kill Xie Tian, and it could not take down Xie Tian's head, so it would be fruitless.
He was really puzzled. After frowning for a long time, he asked in a muffled voice, "You're so young, how did you get such skills?"
Xie Tian wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth. Yang Zhong's question was cute, but he was not happy. Just the explosion of the fist wind had caused him to suffer serious injuries, which deepened his understanding of Yang Zhong's terror.
"How did you practice the old punch?"
Answering a question with a question, Xie Tian's eyes were full of thought.
Yang Zhong answered honestly, "I practiced it, day after day, year after year. I practiced it for 60 years, and it became the old punch."
Although he was ignorant of the affairs of the world, he could only vaguely feel that 60 years was a long and powerful time, but it did not stop him from using his unique impression of time to measure what 60 years meant to him.
In three months, he grew from a mortal to a martial artist at the first level of the Inner Qi Realm. How much would he grow in three months that was 240 times faster?
Xie Tian raised his head slowly, and then raised it again. He stared at the starry sky in a daze, not saying a word.
"As expected of the old punch."
A dazed voice came from Xie Tian's mouth. Yang Zhong was stunned, and admitted, "They all say so, but what about you? You're only 12 years old, and you've only cultivated for 12 years since you were in your mother's womb."
"I …" Xie Tian recalled the events of the next three months. Of course, these past events were quite laughable in front of Yang Zhong's 60 years of experience. "It seems that I also cultivated and cultivated, and I got it."
At first, these words were definitely pretentious. Obviously, Yang Zhong was caught off guard by Xie Tian's pretentiousness, and his face showed a deep sluggishness. But seeing Xie Tian's serious face, he nodded honestly and said in a muffled voice, "As expected of a genius."
Xie Tian was a well-deserved genius. It was not because of Yang Zhong's acknowledgment, nor was it because Xianfeng, who was far away in Zhongzhou, was telling his five disciples how demonic an ancient species born from an egg was. It was because, at this moment, Xie Tian had an idea.
He wanted to practice the nine sets of cultivation methods of the Brute Force State until he died.
Because he saw a person who was not very talented use 60 years to show the world a meaningful and beautiful painting. No matter how powerful a genius was, it was impossible to paint such a painting.
Only with time as the brush and perseverance as the ink could it be possible.
He also decided to paint a painting.
This was the idea of a genius. It seemed stupid, but in fact, great wisdom appeared to be slow-witted.
Xie Tian did not know how powerful he would become in the future because of this sudden idea of his. When he found out, he faced the Nine Region World and bowed deeply three times. Yang Zhong's name was Yang Zhong in his heart, and he was extremely grateful.
In the Flesh Slaughterhouse, it was not suitable to compliment each other. Therefore, after the two words of "as expected", Xie Tian's dazed blood-red eyes once again shone with a fierce light, and Yang Zhong finally took out the long spear on his back.
Other than the Old Fist that he had honed for 60 years, Yang Zhong was also best at the Yang Family Spear that he had honed for 70 years.
Compared to the Old Fist, the Yang Family Spear was sharper! Sharper!
Because the Yang Family Spear was the foundation of the Yang Family.
The Old Fist was just a by-product of his spear practice.
Clang, clang, clang …
Two calloused hands twisted the two halves of the half-zhang long spear into a one-zhang long spear. When Yang Zhong took out the spear holster that covered the tip of the spear, the starlight suddenly dimmed, but the Flesh Slaughterhouse lit up.
At this moment, when Yang Zhong turned into light, Xie Tian was only a step away from darkness.
Xie Tian closed his blood-red eyes without hesitation, his heart beating wildly!
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