Hsu Fengnian, who only had one spirit of Filth Removal left, had stopped the bleeding between his eyebrows. The Hsu Fengnian beside him, who had just returned from an out-of-body state, had one spirit and two spirits. Although he still lacked two spirits and four spirits, he was still able to hurt Wang Xianzhi. Hsu Fengnian didn't think he was weak. However, arguing with Wang Xianzhi was useless. Therefore, facing Wang Xianzhi's question, he didn't argue with this angry old man. Instead, he just repaired the body gifted by Gao Shulu.
Wang Xianzhi sneered, "So you don't have any last words?"
Hsu Fengnian stretched out his hands and covered his face, wiping off the blood with his ten fingers. His eyes were clear.
Wang Xianzhi said the word "good" heavily.
Then, Hsu Fengnian, who had just "returned on his sword", saw Wang Xianzhi step out and throw out the long spear made of thunder and lightning from the sky.
However, when he saw this scene, Xu Fengnian, who had a physical body, had already been sent flying backward, crashing to the ground a thousand feet away. His uncontrollable body even bounced a little on the ground and continued to slide for over a hundred feet before coming to a stop.
Wang Xianzhi's move was so fast that Hsu Fengnian, who was still standing, could only see the residual shadow of Wang Xianzhi after throwing out the spear.
Hsu Fengnian, who had fallen to the ground, slowly got up and bent over. His chest was badly mutilated, with white thunder and lightning twirling around and sizzling. When Hsu Fengnian reached out his hand, countless thin red threads and red snakes swam out of his arm. When Hsu Fengnian's fingers touched them, the red threads and the white lightning died together. It was obvious that the secret skill Hsu Fengnian stole from Han Diaosi's head didn't work immediately.
The long spear of thunder and lightning in Wang Xianzhi's hand was still there, but its momentum was reduced by 20%.
Another footprint appeared in the sand in front of the old man.
Hsu Fengnian, who had just stood up, was hit by the lightning spear again. However, he wasn't knocked down this time. He tilted his head back slightly and held a piece of thunder and lightning in his hands to prevent it from stabbing his neck. Then he stepped back lightly on the ground.
The first time, he deliberately opened his door and took the thunder strike because Hsu Fengnian wanted to learn more about Wang Xianzhi's Qi flow with the help of Gao Shulu's pure body. Since Wang Xianzhi's second spear was the same, there was no need to take all the attacks as before....
The footprint in front of Wang Xianzhi was getting deeper and deeper, and the gap between throwing the spear was getting shorter and shorter. In the distance, Hsu Fengnian could only retreat again and again. He retreated eight times in a row and used the nameless fist technique taught by Wudang's Hsu Fengnian for the last time. His waist was like an axle, and his body was in a circle. His hands followed Hsu Fengnian's body and moved around in circles. When Hsu Fengnian finally stood still, his spine was straight and his back was not hunched. His hands gently swayed up and down. A few inches above his palms, there was a ball of thunder and lightning that rose and fell. They looked playful and light, but it was easy to underestimate the power of thunder and lightning contained in them. Hsu Fengnian's hands moved in an arc, and the two snow-white balls of thunder and lightning merged into one and gradually dissipated in front of him.
At the same time, Hsu Fengnian, who had returned from the Black and White Spring Autumn, had a drastic change in expression. He began to turn around and rush toward "himself".
The ninth footprint appeared in front of Wang Xianzhi, who only had three feet of thunder and lightning left in her hands. Before Hsu Fengnian's soul was about to crash into Hsu Fengnian's body, Wang Xianzhi had already closed in on the latter. She took the initiative to make a move, but it was unknown whether it was a spear or a sword.
The three feet of thunder and lightning instantly pierced through Hsu Fengnian's body like a knife cutting through tofu. Wang Xianzhi's right hand held the three feet of thunder and lightning that had successfully broken through Hsu Fengnian's body. She suddenly lifted it up and lifted Hsu Fengnian's entire body into the air.
The next scene was puzzling. Before Wang Xianzhi could pull out the thunder and lightning, Hsu Fengnian took the lead. His hands pressed down on the immortal weapon that seemed to have come from the Ninth Heaven, and he kicked Wang Xianzhi's shoulder. His body floated two feet away and staggered. Not only did he not take the opportunity to pull out the thunder and lightning, but he also fiercely slapped it and took the initiative to pierce through Wang Xianzhi's body.
Wang Xianzhi did not take advantage of the victory to pursue and attack. He stood in place and nodded. For the first time, he showed a bit of appreciation.
If he had pulled out the thunder and lightning, then this kid would have suffered the first eight spears and the last sword for nothing.
The eight spears were just a smokescreen. The key was the sword that Wang Xianzhi had just created. Originally, he wanted to give it to Đồng Thái, who had just returned from a visit to immortality.
Everyone in the world used the three-foot sword to describe a long sword, and his sword move was called "Three Feet". The superior way of the sword always emphasized the idea rather than the technique, and the deep meaning of "Three Feet" naturally lay in the three feet. If Hsu Fengnian had pulled out the thunder and lightning to lessen his injuries, he naturally would not have understood the profound meaning. However, even if he understood the meaning of "Three Feet Sword", what could he do? Even if he, Wang Xianzhi, was only a swordsman, he still had four sword moves that were no less than "Three Feet". The reason why he chose this move was that since Hsu Fengnian had injured him with a single strike, he wanted an eye for an eye. Even if the size of the wound was the same, it had to be exactly the same. As for the other four Earth Immortal Swords, Wang Xianzhi's original intention was to kill a thousand horsemen with one strike, and the imperial court was nothing to him.
Wang Xianzhi was born in a poor family. At that time, it was far from the current Liyang imperial court, where all rivers flowed into the sea. He was truly from a poor family with no noble children. He still remembered that after he abandoned literature to practice martial arts, after going through many hardships, he finally learned a rough lightness skill for the first time. However, he did not dare to show his skills in the streets, so he could only experience the feeling of flying on the grass in the wilderness and stepping on the snow without leaving a trace. When he was exhausted, he used the heaven and earth as his bed and blanket, and casually lay down on the grass or the snow. He still remembered the smell of mud and grass and the cold feeling of washing his face with snow. Later on, by chance, he switched to practicing swordsmanship midway. When the sword produced sword qi, the ecstasy at that time was still fresh in his memory, no matter how many years had passed. After that, step by step, he stood at the peak of martial arts, overlooking the world and flying with the wind. When he looked around, there was no one to stand shoulder to shoulder with, so there were not many things worth remembering.
The two Hsu Fengnian stood together, but their souls did not merge into one. This was because Wang Xianzhi's sword had injured the qi far more than the body. Since Gao Shulu's body could still withstand it, there was no need to draw legs on a snake. If they rashly merged into one, it would be like walking into a trap. Moreover, it would damage the originally invincible golden body that could be said to be free of filth.
Wang Xianzhi's wound had already sprouted tender shoots all over the place, one after another, new muscles and bones were growing out. The injury on his chest was no longer shocking. It was now the Hsu Fengnian's turn to suffer. The Red Thread Red Snake struggled to cling onto him, but it was still unable to completely dispel the remaining thunder and lightning sword qi.
Wang Xianzhi suddenly said, "When This Old Man was still a scholar, he had a heart-to-heart talk with a senior scholar. He said something to him. Today, I'm afraid the senior's bones have already turned to dust in his grave, but This Old Man still remembers it: Instead of being recorded in the annals of history, it's better to be hanged at the gate of the country. But in those troubled times, this scholar died in the midst of the turmoil and chaos of war. He did not put his ambition into the imperial court, nor did he die a worthy death. When This Old Man heard the news of his death, when he went to collect his body, he simply dug it out from the hundreds of corpses lying on the ground by the roadside and hastily buried it. The long sword that this gentleman wore when he was alive was probably worth several dozen taels of silver, but it had long been taken away. The gentleman's remains were given to me as goods to exchange for official hats or wine money. "
"When has Wang Xianzhi ever blocked the path of a younger generation?"
"This Old Man oversaw the Eastern Sea. As long as he was alive, has there ever been a martial artist like Liu Songtao, who was confident in his backing and brought disaster to the world?"
"The imperial court was powerful, with armor on their backs and cavalry galloping, while the common people were unarmed and defenseless. The world was divided into ups and downs, and the ones who died the most were precisely these innocent people. This Old Man did not want these people to encounter the oppression of the government in times of peace and prosperity, as well as the wandering bandits in times of chaos. He did not want everyone to be able to easily deal with them. He only hoped that more people, when they were at the end of their rope, or even before death, would be able to take a step forward, instead of only being able to kneel down and kowtow to beg for mercy. Wang Xianzhi did not ask for much. He only wanted to give the people of the world one step, one step only. "
Hsu Fengnian calmly asked, "Why are you saying these things?"
Wang Xianzhi indifferently said, "This Old Man has lived for too long and has seen too many things. Usually, he has nothing to say to anyone. You, kid, are not willing to say your last words, but This Old Man wants you to die with a clear understanding. If you were an ordinary descendant of a vassal king, relying on the machinations of two generations to inherit the throne, why would This Old Man talk nonsense with you? Even killing you would dirty his hands. "
Hsu Fengnian was about to speak, but Wang Xianzhi waved his hand and said, "This Old Man is well aware of what you want to say. It's just that whoever has the bigger fist has the bigger reason. No matter what you say, This Old Man is not willing to listen to you. It's as simple as that. "
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "It's still too early to decide who has the bigger reason. It's hard to say."
Wang Xianzhi neither denied nor admitted. He said, "This Old Man has finished speaking. Who deserves to die more? The truth will be revealed very soon."
A hundred li away, a worry-free man with sleeves fluttering in the wind was carrying an Instant Spear.
Purple Qi came from the west.
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