During his second trip to Jianghu, the old man in the sheepskin fur coat had used no less than a hundred Two-Sleeve Green Snakes to temper Hsu Fengnian's spirit. This was Li Chungang's unique method of teaching. Later, after eating the purple gold bun given by the Beimang's Grand Preceptor Yuan Qingshan, Hsu Fengnian had also let Xu Yanbing beat him with all his might to digest the purple gold Qi brought by the bun. This kind of clumsy method was far from being a shortcut on the path of martial arts. As long as one could endure it, it would definitely be a path that could lay a solid foundation. In the world today, in terms of ferocity, be it Tuoba Bodhisattva's fists, Đồng Thái's sword, or Gu Jiantang's blade, none of them could compare to Wang Xianzhi's fists. After all, Hsu Fengnian had only received Gao Shulu's body for a short period of time. He did not have the time to completely transform it for his own use. Therefore, Wang Xianzhi's attacks became the best way to forge it.
Every generation of Beiliang's blade had to be tempered thousands of times before it was forged.
It was done!
Hsu Fengnian's wounds healed by seventy to eighty percent in an instant. This was a subtle sign that the fire had reached the right level.
He slapped the ground with one palm and his body spun up, once again standing in front of Wang Xianzhi.
Hsu Fengnian gritted his teeth as he waited for this moment. Wang Xianzhi was also "fishing". If the bait was too small, how could he catch the big fish of the North Sea named Kun?
The hundreds of Wang Xianzhi's merged into one at the same time. Hsu Fengnian had already begun to charge forward.
Almost at the same time, "Hsu Fengnian", who had chosen to stand by and watch, merged with Hsu Fengnian and returned to his body, like a wanderer returning home.
If the distance between them was ten minutes, then Wang Xianzhi had charged forward for six minutes, while Hsu Fengnian only had four.
Then, the two of them used all their strength, throwing out a punch and a palm.
Hsu Fengnian's Soul and Divine Intent aside, this palm strike was already 100% of Hsu Fengnian's martial arts realm.
Wang Xianzhi also no longer held back her strength. Ever since she broke the Wooden Horse Ox sixty years ago, she had never fought with her full strength. Now, she finally used her full strength and Qi movement in a punch.
Wang Xianzhi took the lead and punched Hsu Fengnian in the forehead.
Hsu Fengnian slapped Wang Xianzhi's chin.
The two of them left the ground at the same time.
At the same time, they returned to the ground and rooted themselves to the ground. Neither of them was willing to back down even half a step. Hsu Fengnian's head swung back slightly. Although Wang Xianzhi's head did not move, her originally greenish-black hair once again turned white.
Following this, the two of them did not think about countering each other's moves. Instead, they focused on attacking. Hsu Fengnian was probably willing to sacrifice himself, while Wang Xianzhi was willing to sacrifice eight hundred of his own to kill a thousand of his enemies.
Wang Xianzhi's fist continued to land on Hsu Fengnian's forehead. Every time Hsu Fengnian's head swayed back, the amplitude increased. However, Wang Xianzhi's white hair was not easy to notice. What was more fatal was that the old man's hair kept changing between greenish-black and frosty white. It was completely different from Hsu Fengnian's unstoppable decline.
The two of them stood in the same place, exchanging punches and palms.
Hsu Fengnian's forehead had already caved in, but Wang Xianzhi was not at ease either. Bruises and spots appeared on her face.
Hsu Fengnian fought fiercely without retreating. At the beginning, he could give Wang Xianzhi ten percent of his strength. After exchanging more than sixty blows, he only had eighty percent of his strength left.
Naturally, the fierce battle became a battle to the death.
Xu Fengnian changed from a clap and a push of his palm to a clenched fist that could naturally increase his attack range by two inches.
The two of them were competing with great strength. Hsu Fengnian had already begun to think that even this little bit of calculation was extremely valuable.
In the end, Hsu Fengnian had no choice but to change his fist into a straight hand knife. Otherwise, he would not be able to hit Wang Xianzhi.
If it were any other opponent, Hsu Fengnian, whose cultivation was enough to rank among the top three in the world, had learned many different things. Naturally, he could use a sword with unparalleled ease. Using a saber with a powerful momentum, he could walk around with his bare hands as leisurely as he did now. How could he be so petty and haggling over every detail like he was doing now?
Wang Xianzhi had been punching from beginning to end.
Above the two Celestial Beings, the colorful clouds were roiling, gathering and dispersing randomly.
Hsu Fengnian's last hand knife only hit Wang Xianzhi with the tip of his finger.
Wang Xianzhi's mouth curved into a cold smile.
An arrow at the end of its flight, a dying struggle!
This time, the old man did not fight to the death from the very beginning. Instead, he went step by step. First, he poured half a bowl of water, then eight portions of tea, and finally a full cup of wine.
But being drunk was not losing his self-control.
Wang Xianzhi was already at his peak. When Hsu Fengnian's head swung back in a semicircle, the old man was unexpectedly able to flourish even more.
One punch to the end!
With eleven percent of my essence, qi, and spirit, I'll send you on your way. This Old Man's last battle in this world was not in vain!
Hsu Fengnian, who was indeed an arrow at the end of its flight, no longer sent out a hand knife. Instead, he drained the pond to catch fish. His remaining Qi surged out and suddenly slammed his head forward, taking the initiative to meet Wang Xianzhi's fist.
Hsu Fengnian was sent flying by the punch. His entire face was like a porcelain that was about to shatter. It was extremely frightening.
Not only his face, but his entire body was also in such a miserable state.
After being hit, Wang Xianzhi did not feel good either. His footsteps were light and he staggered back.
The arm that punched was hanging down. It was already fractured.
Hsu Fengnian's body was about to fall, and he smiled.
In an instant.
The person from Daylily, who was not too far away, threw out an Instant Spear!
After Wang Xiaoping died, the sword pierced through Wang Xianzhi's body.
This spear, following the trajectory, happened to once again pierce through Wang Xianzhi's chest, who could not dodge!
The Instant Spear pierced through Wang Xianzhi's tall and sturdy body. The spearhead nailed into the ground diagonally.
Wang Xianzhi was enveloped by the power of the spear and flew backward. However, compared to Hsu Fengnian who fell heavily to the ground and raised yellow sand, the old man suddenly stopped when his back touched the ground. He strangely floated in the air and then slowly stood up.
Wang Xianzhi was expressionless. He looked at the second "Hsu Fengnian" in the distance, who had one soul and two spirits. He hurriedly returned to his senses, but he still did not stop thousands of blood vessels from flowing out of the cracks in his body.
Those who deserved to die could not die. Those who wanted to live could not live.
Blood soaked his clothes and dyed the yellow sand red.
Hsu Fengnian lay in the blood just like that.
The young King of Beiliang, who was on the verge of death, looked at the sky with blurry vision.
Hsu Fengnian closed his eyes. His soul floated out in all directions, and even Gao Shulu's body was no exception. Together, they slowly swept towards Huang Longshi and Miss Hehe.
He only hoped that the last bit of his cultivation could save the life of the silly girl who always liked to carry sunflowers.
Wang Xianzhi finally spoke. "Do you have any last wishes?"
Hsu Fengnian, whose vitality was gradually fading, did not speak.
Before he left Wudang, he had already set up a plan. Beiliang hid a puppet "Hsu Fengnian" that looked like him. Even if he died in the battle and Beiliang lost the real Hsu Fengnian, there was still the King of Beiliang.
In this way, as long as the Xu family's banner did not fall, the morale of Beiliang's army would still be there. They would not be defeated by the million-strong cavalry of Beiliang.
The Central Plains would probably see the smoke of war later.
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