Xuanyuan Qingfeng's purple robe was no longer as intense as before. His robe, which was even more "flawless" than the best work in the Imperial Weaving Bureau, had already lost some of its luster.
Wang Xianzhi was still walking up the mountain wall at a moderate pace, just slightly faster than This Old Man. She even had the time to chat, and her tone was calm. "The martial arts in the world are divided into the Dao of Arts. Ancestor Lu shouldered the Dao of Heaven, and This Old Man sincerely admires him. After Li Chungang, the Dao of Swordsmanship has withered away. Đồng Thái's Dao of Arts is also worthy of this Old Man's attention. The Dao of Swordsmanship used to fall on Cao Changqing's shoulders, and these years, he still hasn't been able to break away from the mold of the ancients."
"Xuanyuan Qingfeng, your Dao of Arts is but a mirage. There's no need for a huge wave. Just a gust of wind can blow it away. If you encounter an ordinary person outside of martial arts, you can still scare them a little. This Old Man originally thought that you were a woman, and that martial arts cultivation is not easy … "
Purple robe suddenly stopped retreating, and said sternly, "Woman? So what if I'm a woman?! "
Xuanyuan Qingfeng also stepped on the cliff wall. She and Wang Xianzhi seemed to be standing on the same side of a mirror, and they collided head-on.
Wang Xianzhi, with one hand behind her back, allowed the fist to hit her shoulder. She lightly "tapped" her fist between the woman's eyebrows. Wang Xianzhi didn't move at all, and Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn't move much either. She only swung her head back slightly. The biggest movement was on the cliff wall beneath their feet, which became more and more obvious. As Xuanyuan Qingfeng's head swayed, her sleeves were also torn apart, revealing two pink and tender wrists. However, this kind of redness wasn't the seductiveness of a woman's natural beauty. Instead, it was a kind of sickly scene. Blood flowed and surged under her snow-white skin in a visible form. A boneless person! You have to give up something when you gain something. The "Qingfeng" of the Mount Hui Mountain's Mountain Lord was really too unconventional. In order to absorb the internal energy of those external cultivators, as well as withstand the counterattack of those experts who died in her hands, she didn't hesitate to smelt her own body into a living pool, melting others and herself.
Naturally, Wang Xianzhi had already seen through this crazy woman's background, and didn't have the slightest bit of pity. Seeing that she didn't know what was good for her, he suddenly exerted force with his fist, knocking this laughable Wulin Alliance Master back several dozen feet. He then swept across to Xuanyuan Qingfeng with one step, and grabbed her slender neck. Wang Xianzhi, who had one hand behind his back all this time, grabbed this body. His body spun, and after accumulating a bit of strength, he loosened his five fingers and threw the woman in purple several dozen feet above the cliff wall. Wang Xianzhi continued to walk upwards, and the hand behind his back clenched into a fist. A water column forcibly drew water from the river and soared into the sky. If later generations were to mention it, they would probably call it the Guangling Sword. The scabbard was the Guangling River, and the body of the sword was the river water. Wang Xianzhi's One Sleeve of Azure Dragons was indefinite. At this moment, the old man was about to use this water sword that leaped over his head to pierce through the stubborn woman's body and nail her to death in the air. This kind of fresh way of dying in front of everyone's eyes could be considered worthy of her current status and her courage to block the river and fight to the death.
The water sword's momentum was astonishing. It followed the cliff wall swiftly and violently, and indeed struck the woman in purple whose Qi had mostly dissipated. However, this water sword, which was as thick as the mouth of a well, did not pierce through Xuanyuan Qingfeng's body. Instead, it was blocked by a blurry ivory white fog. The fog spread out and formed a fan shape. The water sword was like a needle piercing a bronze mirror, and the fog gradually dissipated. However, Wang Xianzhi, who was walking upwards, did not have the patience. He raised a hand, and the water column instantly expanded from the size of a well to the size of a courtyard at the entrance to Jiangnan's water village. This was no longer a needle piercing a mirror, but a crude scene of a large hammer smashing a mirror. This was not all. Several water columns of the same size were pulled by Wang Xianzhi's Qi. They surged out of the water and shot towards the sky. Every dragon that emerged from the water contained Wang Xianzhi's abundant Qi. With the cliff wall as a line, the water columns made a half arc, and all of them just happened to collide with the fog.
Wang Xianzhi walked to the top of the cliff and sneered without saying a word. No wonder this woman could be so rebellious. Someone had given or lent her a portion of the nation's Qi.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's life was hanging by a thread, but he did not resign himself to death. He stood up on the mirror with difficulty, and his hands formed a sword shape. The tip of the sword was pointed downwards, directly at Wang Xianzhi's head!
The Qi of the Imperial Jade Seal that had been transferred to her began to rotate. It was pulled away from the mirror and condensed on her "hand" and "sword".
Xuanyuan Qingfeng roared angrily.
He pressed down with both hands.
The first water dragon's water sword was instantly shattered. The water columns that were originally hitting the mirror were also affected by this Qi of the Sword. They changed sides and followed the invisible Qi of the Sword, smashing towards Wang Xianzhi's head.
Wang Xianzhi sneered softly. How could a tiny bit of Qi of the Imperial Jade Seal compete with the brilliance of the sun and the moon!
This martial artist no longer clasped his hands behind his back. Instead, his five fingers formed a hook. He slid a few inches on the ground of the cliff, and his knees were slightly bent.
This was probably the first time the Martial Emperor City's City Lord had truly made a move.
After Xuanyuan Qingfeng's sword strike, he was already bankrupt. He could only wait for death to come if he maintained the strange posture of holding the sword.
Wang Xianzhi leapt up in an instant. The entire cliff top was pressed down by several feet. Without waiting for the bottom of the cliff to make a sound, the majestic Qi that poured down from above had already repelled the waves of Guangling that were crashing into the cliff.
Be it the Qi of the Sword or the water columns, they were neither blocked nor smashed. They even seemed to have lost their target, and randomly smashed onto the already precarious cliff.
Wang Xianzhi had already arrived above the head of the purple-clothed woman. With one punch, she smashed this reckless woman off the cliff and into the river in the distance.
It seemed to be a punch, but before Xuanyuan Qingfeng's body fell into the Guangling River, the purple-clothed woman's body paused several times in the air. What followed was a thunderous boom, and the purple-clothed woman's Qi dispersed again and again.
It seemed that Wang Xianzhi was still not satisfied with her Celestial Phenomenon Realm cultivation.
The old man raised his left hand, and the purple-clothed woman who was about to dive into the river was suspended in the air. His right hand once again punched the fingernail-sized figure in the distance.
The powerful fist aura tore through the sky like a white rainbow, and directly hit the dying purple-clothed woman who was hovering in the air.
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