Xuanyuan Qingfeng could only watch helplessly as the Fist Aura flew towards him.
Perhaps in the eyes of a Level 2 Master, even the lady of the Great Snow Meadow couldn't withstand a single blow.
Ordinary martial artists felt that as long as they were lucky enough to reach the Celestial Phenomenon Realm, the Qi in their body would be able to connect heaven and earth, and they would be inexhaustible. This perception couldn't be said to be wrong, but it was only half correct. Celestial Phenomenon Realm experts weren't gods on earth. Gao Shulu once compared the experts of this realm to the Kunlun Peak, who sat on top of the Kunlun Peak and looked at the ocean. One was still climbing the mountain, while the other had already reached the peak. Therefore, as long as someone destroyed this ladder, they would be unable to move forward. Han Diaosi was good at killing Celestial Phenomenon Realm experts, and because of this human-cat's finger, it was the most suitable for destroying ladders. However, Han Shengxuan needed to get close to the body to do this, while Wang Xianzhi didn't. From the beginning to the end, this Martial Emperor City's City Lord didn't get close to Xuanyuan Qingfeng. She broke the lock with her bare hands, used the Azure Dragon to enter the water, and threw two punches. Even if they walked along the cliff, the distance between them wasn't close.
At this moment, Xuanyuan Qingfeng's mind was blank, and he couldn't remember anything. He couldn't remember the long osmanthus rain on Mount Hui, the fragrance of Nu 'er Hong, or the rainstorm on the Great Snow Meadow.
When she exhaled a mouthful of turbid Qi, it was equivalent to letting go of her last breath. She let her remaining Qi dissipate, and even her purple robe fluttered in the wind. Xuanyuan Qingfeng closed his eyes, and his heart was as still as water. The last thought in his mind was that the debt between them was settled. When he was young, he didn't know much about the world and always liked to ask his bookworm father about this and that. Somehow, he asked about love. His father had always liked to understand the word 'love', and he used the word 'clear' to explain the word 'love'. The two words beside the two words were 'water' and 'heart' respectively. When one's heart was as still as water, when one truly let go, only then would the debt between them be settled.
Wang Xianzhi stood at the top of the cliff and frowned when she saw the purple robe hit by the Long Rainbow. This lady realized something before her death, but it was too late.
It wasn't that Wang Xianzhi couldn't change her mind and destroy the Fist herself and let the lady live.......... but the old man Donglin Jianzhi was sixty years old.
Just as the White Rainbow Fist was about to explode Xuanyuan Qingfeng, Wang Xianzhi suddenly turned her head and looked at the left bank of Guangling River. As far as she could see, a middle-aged Taoist ran to the iron pillar of the ruins of Iron Lock Sinking River. He then leaped over the wide river and landed on another iron pillar on the opposite bank with his sword in hand. His figure was so fast that even Wang Xianzhi, who had truly become invincible in the world, couldn't help but look at him in a new light. In terms of Lightness Skill, the Taoist's ability to cross the river with a single step was already far beyond the description of leaving no trace on the snow. However, the Taoist didn't stop there. When the Daoist stopped his feet, the Fist Aura was cut in half without any warning and disappeared in an instant. If it was Song Nianqing who used the Fourteen New Swords, he wouldn't be able to kill Xuanyuan Qingfeng so cleanly. Even if the Fist Aura was cut in half, Wang Xianzhi's Fist Aura could still use the first half to smash Xuanyuan Qingfeng to death instead of disappearing into thin air.
Wang Xianzhi stood proudly at the top of the cliff. She immediately guessed the identity of the Taoist who practiced the sword. The Sword Maniac Wang Xiaoping had always been known for his pure heart of the sword. It was said that this person never had a fixed position when practicing the sword. Wudang's eighty-one peaks were all facing the peak, some were far and some were close. Wang Xiaoping always stood on a peak and pointed his sword at another peak. On the peak, there were brothers who casually threw a fallen leaf. Wang Xianzhi used to wait for the top martial artists in the world to enter the city and climb the tower in Donghai. There were only a handful of people who waited but didn't see them. Wang Xiaoping was one of them. Wang Xianzhi was very curious about whether this Taoist who carried Wudang's Way of the Sword could surpass Đồng Thái's unparalleled murderous aura. Wang Xianzhi was not angered by Wang Xiaoping's sudden appearance today and the fact that she had shattered his fist aura without even drawing her sword. He was not angered to the point where he wanted to beat a drowning dog out of humiliation and let Xuanyuan Qingfeng, who had barely escaped with his life, fall into the water and ignore him. Even if she had profited from the disaster and passed that hurdle, and her future achievements in the martial arts world had reached unreachable heights, it was no longer something Wang Xianzhi cared about.
Wang Xianzhi only wanted to experience Wang Xiaoping's next move.
Wang Xiaoping stood on the shore with an ordinary Taoist peach wood sword in her hand. She looked up at the old man. Ever since this old man defeated Li Chungang, he didn't have a worthy opponent. In the hearts of all Wang Xiaoping's sword practitioners, this was an indescribable feeling of depression. This was because Wang Xianzhi stepped on the head of the Way of the Sword to reach the top of the Jianghu. The prosperity of the Sword Forest had always been known to occupy half of the Jianghu. After Li Chungang lost, even the new God of Sword Đồng Thái couldn't pull Wang Xianzhi down from his pedestal. The Great Grandmaster of the Way of the Sword, the former owner of the Wu Family's Sword Tomb Su Of Gojoseon, Dongyue Sword Pool Song Nianqing, also couldn't express his feelings with a single move. As long as Wang Xianzhi was alive, swordsmen wouldn't be able to raise their heads. How could they talk about a single move?
Wang Xiaoping had been practicing swordsmanship since she was young. She wanted to ask Wang Xianzhi in Jianwu Imperial City one day. She wanted to ask Wang Xianzhi who once said, "I see all the swordsmen in the world as if they are nothing."
Wang Xianzhi said loudly, "Wang Xiaoping, before This Old Man enters Beiliang, he can only wait for three moves from you."
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