Wang Yiwu ran with large strides. Withstanding Chung Geng Sheng's surging repulsive force, his steps became faster and faster.
Bang! Bang!
Bang! He stepped on the ground step by step, making deep thuds. This meant that he could no longer control his strength in the fight against Chung Geng Sheng.
He was constantly releasing himself, constantly releasing a stronger version of himself.
Facing Fourteen's frenzied slashes, he responded with thousands of punches.
The Blood Qi lingered around his fists, twisting like a spiritual creature.
His steps were firm, and he started to push Fourteen and Chung Geng Sheng back.
No self, no victory.
No self, no equal.
The power was enough to split rivers and mountains, and the killing intent was like a tornado.
Selfless Killing Fist!
"Is that all?"
Wang Yiwu's fist "slowed down" in the eyes. It was not that it was slow, but because the "momentum" of this punch was too clear, too deep, and appeared clearly in front of the eyes. Therefore, it gave people the illusion that it had slowed down.
He raised it high and slammed it down heavily!
"Whatever you know, Jung Genzun knows, and he's even stronger!"
Clang!
Fourteen, who was wearing heavy armor, was sent flying along with his sword.
Chung Geng Sheng rushed forward and immediately replaced Fourteen's position to block Wang Yiwu. He could not use his right hand, so he raised his left hand. Using his fat palm as a knife, he slashed vertically at his chest.
Whoosh!
Wherever the knife passed, the wind howled like a ghost's cry.
It was the Beheading Knife passed down from Chongxuan Chu Liang, the murderer!
It seemed to be asking Wang Yiwu if Jung Genzun knew this move.
Under this knife momentum, Wang Yiwu could not move. It was as if he was being suppressed by a warrior on the execution ground, shackled, and waiting for the executioner to behead him.
At this moment, the Evil Energy began to steam from his body.
It was either a knife, a spear, a spear, or a dagger.
"Kill!"
It was not a roar, but a natural howl of the Evil Energy.
Life and death were common. How could it be seen in the execution ground?
On the battlefield, tens of thousands of soldiers charged at each other. Life and death could be decided in an instant.
It was using force against force, killing against killing.
In front of the approaching beheading knife, a steel-like fist appeared. It was strong, direct, and fearless.
Using an iron fist against a palm blade, they parted upon contact.
At the most critical moment, Chung Geng Sheng withdrew his blade. His fat body moved like a startled deer. His whole body suddenly bounced up and avoided Wang Yiwu's punch.
He was most proficient in the intricate combination of Daoist techniques. His battles were like chess, advancing step by step and unknowingly trapping his opponent to death. However, Wang Yiwu's Anatta Killing Fist had reached the point where he could break the technique with force. He was not afraid of simple Taoist techniques at all. No matter what it was, he could shatter it with one punch, which just happened to restrain his fighting style.
As intelligent as Chung Geng Sheng was, of course, aware that his previous fighting style would not be effective, so he would not make such useless attempts from the start.
At this moment, he was high up in the sky. His right hand was clenched into a hammer, and his left hand was pressed down on his right hand. Heavy Manipulation was added to his body, allowing him to fall at a faster speed than when he bounced up.
Hammer on the head!
"You're like a fat flea." Wang Yiwu said coldly.
He raised his right hand and spread his five fingers. He actually used his palm to receive Chung Geng Sheng's hammer.
On the other hand, Zhong Xuansheng felt as if his mountain-like hammer had smashed into nothingness.
Wang Yiwu's hand that received the hammer clearly appeared there, but it seemed to not exist.
In this state of "non-existence", the palm that supported him disappeared. His five open fingers closed, and his fist appeared once again. It was a punch that soared into the sky!
The fist hit Chung Geng Sheng's hammer. It pushed against his fat body and rushed straight up!
The sound was drowned out.
It was recovered by the sharp wind again.
Fourteen, who was previously sent flying, flew back at this time. He held his heavy sword with both hands and slashed without fear of death.
Wang Yiwu had to withdraw his fist and fight back against Fourteen.
At this time, Chung Geng Sheng was blasted high into the sky. His back had hit the roof, almost reaching the limit of the "Silent Decapitation Order". There was no room to move behind him.
But at this time, Wang Yiwu was approached by Fourteen.
Chung Geng Sheng released his left hand in time to press the hammer, but his right hand hung down powerlessly. It had been completely disabled.
It was his choice to abandon his right hand and keep his left hand intact.
From the beginning of the battle until now, he had always made the right choice. But the stark difference in strength still caused the battle to develop step by step into this situation.
He directly hit the "boundary" with his elbow, and the marking power of the "Silent Decapitation Order" knocked him back.
So he "fell" again and clenched his five fingers.
The invisible pressure squeezed Wang Yiwu from all directions, as if it wanted to squeeze him to death. Of course, this was impossible.
In fact, Wang Yiwu had completely adapted to the influence of Chung Geng Sheng's heavy technique at this time. As he said, Chung Geng Sheng and Jung Genzun both knew the power of heavy techniques, and they were stronger.
He had already faced these moves before.
Therefore, when facing Chung Geng Sheng's clench after a long battle, he only paused for less than half a breath.
But it was this pause that led to Fourteen's fierce attack.
Fourteen's sword style had always been simple and direct. It was a matter of life and death. Wang Yiwu's fist was the same. The two of them fought together. The strong collided with the strong, the fierce faced with the fierce.
With Wang Yiwu's pause, the black heavy sword grasped this opportunity that could not be considered an opportunity.
Fourteen held the heavy sword and cut into the range of the fist. At this moment, it was as if endless power was poured into the heavy sword. The black heavy sword even shattered at this moment! It was wrapped in pure power and could only collapse after it completed its final "mission".
At this moment, Fourteen gave up all his defenses and gave all his defense to the Mountain-Carrying Armor on his body. He poured all his strength into this sword.
It was a matter of life and death.
This sword was a matter of life and death!
The battle seemed to be coming to an end at this moment.
And Wang Yiwu still only clenched his fist.
His gaze was terrifyingly harsh.
Pull back the fist, pull back the fist, pull back the fist, pull back the fist, pull back the fist.
At this moment, Wang Yiwu threw out two punches.
One punch was up, one punch was forward.
These two simple movements were so fast that they seemed to have happened at the same time. It was as if there were two punches at the same time in different directions.
The punch that was up exploded the air and set off a huge wave of air. It flipped Chung Geng Sheng who was in the air!
And the punch that was forward seemed to travel through time and space. It hit Fourteen's abdomen and hit the cold hard armor of the Mountain-Carrying Armor.
With his fist as the center, the Mountain-Carrying Armor that was as thick as a mountain had cracks spread like a spider web. It exploded!
And at this moment, the heavy sword was just about to hit Wang Yiwu's shoulder.
Then, as Fourteen's body was sent flying, the heavy sword was pulled away from the shoulder. When it was only halfway, it shattered into countless black iron shards and covered half of Wang Yiwu's shoulder. The rest floated and fell to the ground.
After losing Fourteen's will, the heavy sword collapsed on its own. It shattered even more cleanly than the Mountain-Carrying Armor.
Chung Geng Sheng stabilized his body in the air with difficulty. He suddenly turned his head and saw that silent and familiar figure flying back powerlessly. Countless shards of armor fell from the person's body like butterflies.
It revealed that beautiful and helpless body.
Her face was pale and her long hair fluttered.
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