Wang Xianzhi looked around with a bleak mood. Although the Hsu Fengnian in front of him brought some surprises, it was still inferior to the battle that he imagined. If Chen Zhibao did not come out of the cold, if Xu Yanbing came with the Instant Spear, and if Luo Yang, who seemed to have a secret relationship with Beiliang, the three of them joined forces to suppress the young king. Only then could they really fight a hearty battle. Only two Hsu Fengnian showed up. Even if there were many traps, it was still not enough to fight.
Hsu Fengnian looked up and saw that in the sky where Wang Xianzhi was standing, the wind was rolling and clouds were surging. Large pieces of colorful clouds were quickly gathering, like a huge brocade that was spread out by the immortals. In the priceless advice of the Danding Sect of Taoism, there was a saying, "Three Flowers at One's Head and Five Qis at One's Origin". But the current scene was obviously far beyond this category. A sage who was both a wine immortal and a writer, and even a swordsman, once left a popular poem, "Between the clouds of the White Emperor, a thousand miles of Jiangling returned in a day". The later generations often did not have deep feelings and did not know the true meaning of the poem. Hsu Fengnian sighed. Wang Xianzhi finally could not hold back and was ready to use his killing move. After killing people, he would open the Gate of Heaven. However, he would not fly to the Heavenly Court and become an immortal. Instead, he would guard the Gate of Heaven for the martial artists in the mortal world.
Xu Fengnian exhaled deeply. He was still not in a hurry to merge the out-of-body soul beside him with his body. Instead, he stood still and waited for Wang Xianzhi to reveal the truth and launch a thunderous attack.
Wang Xianzhi took a deep breath. Her head of silver hair instantly turned dark green. She was originally a burly old man, but now she looked like a man in the prime of his life.
Xu Fengnian didn't admire the mysterious technique that turned something rotten into something magical. He gently closed his eyes, and a purple-gold radiance lingered on his face. After taking a deep breath, his sleeves swelled up, and he seemed to be in a trance, giving off a feeling of being detached from the world. This was the mnemonic of the Da Huang Imperial Court, "Don't care about the bustling city outside the door, close the door and face the mountain stream".
Both offense and defense had their own wonders.
In the blink of an eye, no less than twenty tall figures of Wang Xianzhi appeared between Hsu Fengnian and Wang Xianzhi. Their postures were slightly different, but they completely displayed Wang Xianzhi's charging momentum.
This was the first time Hsu Fengnian was pushed back, and in one breath, he was pushed back more than a thousand feet. During this distance, nearly a hundred figures of Wang Xianzhi appeared.
Hsu Fengnian seemed to have no power to fight back as he retreated a second time, retreating a hundred and fifty feet.
Wang Xianzhi became more and more courageous as he fought, and his figure became more and more complicated. On a line, there were more than two hundred figures of Wang Xianzhi that did not dissipate in time.
Hsu Fengnian, who was passively taking the beating, kept retreating. Relying on Gao Shulu's vigorous physique and the Da Huang Imperial Court's clumsiness, he did not show any signs of being defeated. However, if one looked closely, the human cat Han Diaosi's red snake that was previously pierced by Wang Xianzhi's three-inch thunderbolt had completely given up struggling. However, before the blood could seep out of the wound, it turned into a faint mist like boiling water poured on snow. On the contrary, it made Hsu Fengnian's clothes look clean.
Wang Xianzhi did not stop punching. Even though she knew that Hsu Fengnian had the intention to use other people's stones to improve jade, Wang Xianzhi was very conceited. Even if Hsu Fengnian wanted to use his fist aura to train Gao Shulu's physique, which was not completely integrated, she could make him suffer. One of these punches would become the straw that broke the camel's back.
On the straight line that cut two miles of the ground, more and more "Wang Xianzhi" appeared. It could be said that there were countless of them. Even if the experts of the Ten Martial Arts Evaluators were to watch from the sidelines, their scalps would go numb.
However, if Wang Xianzhi's disciple, the female Grandmaster Fist Master Lin Ya, were present, she would be able to observe Wang Xianzhi's attacks with her own eyes. She would definitely be able to benefit greatly, and would be able to reach a higher level of enlightenment on the path of martial arts.
This was because this was the world's most brilliant fist manual!
Wang Xianzhi punched no less than six hundred times. Hsu Fengnian did not refuse any of them and received more than six hundred fist auras. Finally, a turning point came. The distance that had been constantly lengthening began to shorten for the first time.
Because Wang Xianzhi's movements were too fast and her attacks were too fierce, even though Hsu Fengnian had retreated for nearly three miles, not a sound was heard.
Finally, a loud rumble exploded behind the old man in the distance.
Perhaps this was what people were used to: First see the lightning, then listen to the thunder.
The first drum of energy was strong, the second was weak, and the third was exhausted. This was the common sense of the world.
However, at the end, the figure of Wang Xianzhi that stayed in the same place began to dissipate. It seemed that Wang Xianzhi's momentum could not continue to rise endlessly. Like a climber, after resting for a moment, she continued to climb. Moreover, she suddenly sped up her pace. Wang Xianzhi, who had been punching with one hand, punched out with both hands.
The Great Drum Momentum!
Wang Xianzhi's fists hit Hsu Fengnian's arms, which were crisscrossing in defense.
This beat of the drum sounded at the same time as the belated thunder of the fist aura behind him.
Hsu Fengnian's body leaned back, his feet planted on the ground, and he slid backward at an angle.
The second Wang Xianzhi at the beginning also began to dissipate. However, the original Wang Xianzhi that was facing Hsu Fengnian suddenly sped up. She raised her arm and heavily smashed down on Hsu Fengnian's chest. She punched Hsu Fengnian into the ground and then kicked Hsu Fengnian, who had bounced up from the ground, more than a hundred feet away.
Hsu Fengnian, whose body was more than a foot above the ground, stretched out his hands and hooked his fingers into the sand to stop his retreat.
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