Tuoba Bodhisattva sneered. He would not give Hsu Fengnian the chance to take a breath. Taking advantage of the short gap when Hsu Fengnian was taking a breath, he took a big step forward and punched with both fists. Although Tuoba Bodhisattva only had 30% of his strength left, if this punch hit, it would be much more effective than Hsu Fengnian who took 120% of his strength when he was at his peak. It would be like hitting a snake's weak spot. This guy who was full of tricks would definitely spit out a big bowl of blood.
Between heaven and earth, from birth to death, there was one thing that was easily overlooked, and that was breathing. One breath, one breath, one breath, and so on. It was done millions of times when one was awake, and it was done when one was asleep. The Breathing Technique of Daoism's Longevity Card was to return to simplicity. It was the most important thing to do in breathing. It was rare for a martial artist in the Vajra Realm to kill a Xuan Finger master from the three sects. However, even if it happened, no one would be surprised. This was because the gap between the Vajra Finger and Xuan Finger realms was not much of a gap. The threshold that was really difficult to cross was the Celestial State. The reason why Han Diaosi was so famous in Liyang Lake and was known as the first person below the land immortals was because of his Xuan Finger realm. He could fight and even kill a Celestial State guru who breathed with heaven and earth.
Tuoba Bodhisattva's eyes were stern. He shouted angrily and forced himself to take a breath. He stood still and his feet sank deep into the ground. His fists, which were originally aimed at Hsu Fengnian, hit each other and his Qi increased sharply.
It turned out that in the blink of an eye, Tuoba Bodhisattva was shocked to find that Hsu Fengnian's long sword, which had left his hand, 'coincidentally' returned to its sheath as if it was pulled by an invisible Qi when Hsu Fengnian stepped back to take a breath. At the same time, the 'slow' purple thunder that Tuoba Bodhisattva ignored also rushed to his back at a shocking speed.
Hsu Fengnian's mouth was bleeding. He said silently, "Return home."
The long sword on his back let out a long whistle in the sheath. It was like the last cry of an autumn cicada, singing to the world. It was like an old man who had left his hometown for many years and only wanted to die in his hometown.
More than a thousand people on the battlefield held their heads and covered their ears. they squatted on the ground, but they still could not reduce the sharp needle-like piercing pain in their eardrums...
Behind Tuoba Bodhisattva, there seemed to be a purple-golden lotus that was twenty feet tall blooming with petals.
Tuoba Bodhisattva had obviously underestimated the power of the sword returning to its scabbard. He felt as if he had been struck by a bell and had no choice but to take a step forward. His body leaned forward like a hunchback. Only then did he manage to dissipate the force.
..... of Tuoba Bodhisattva....... without expression. Bodhisattva..... Tuoba Bodhisattva... blood blood blood.. . Beimang's God of War. He was not surprised by the new move, nor was he angry because he was at a disadvantage.
Along the way, Xu Fengnian, who was slightly weaker in terms of Qi Ji and physique, would use one or two unique skills that could be used by ordinary Wu Dao masters every time he took a breath. He would widen the distance between himself and the enemy so that he could take a breather. Tuoba Bodhisattva always thought that it should be the last surprise, but Xu Fengnian was always able to pave the way for him when he was in a desperate situation. Li Chungang's swordsmanship, Đồng Thái's swordsmanship, Jian Jiuhuang, Lu Baijie, and Huang Qing's sword moves, Wang Xianzhi's fists, Hong Xixiang's circle, Liu Haoshi's celestial phenomenon, Han Shengxuan's finger mystery, Wang Zhonglou's finger mystery, Scholar's Qi, Fairy's Qi … There was no end, no end.
This peak battle between the Four Great Masters was a grindstone for each other to sharpen the highest martial arts.
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In the morning light, a black dot ran along the snow-covered mountain ridge to the peak, like a tiny mustard seed in the vast sea of snow.
Carrying his sword and saber, he suddenly stopped. He squatted down and looked higher and farther. He casually grabbed a handful of snow and wiped his cheeks. His palm rubbed the stubble on his chin. After a moment of hesitation, he simply stretched out his hand and took out the Spirited Saber. Tilting his head, he used the shiny blade to shave his beard. Unlike the first four to five days of fighting and retreating, the situation between him and Tuoba Bodhisattva had turned around since the battle two nights ago. In one day and two nights, they had fought six times. Tuoba Bodhisattva had taken the initiative to retreat four times. It was also different from the slow back and forth of the previous battle. Now, one of them would choose to retreat if their attack failed. They did not want to fight a fierce battle, but wanted to kill with one strike.
After the Monk in Chicken Soup gave him the Buddha bowl, Hsu Fengnian had been waiting for Tuoba Bodhisattva in the Western Region City like a fool. He wanted to borrow Tuoba Bodhisattva's fierce attacks to forge the "sword embryo" that he had absorbed. Both Tuoba Bodhisattva and Hsu Fengnian had gained something, but it was obvious that Hsu Fengnian was more likely to gain the upper hand after striking. After Hsu Fengnian's last ambush failed, he had pursued Tuoba Bodhisattva for more than two hundred miles until both of them reached the top of this majestic snowy peak.
In the battle of life and death, both of them had formed a certain tacit understanding. The one who retreated would not deliberately hide all of his Qi activity. He would always leave some traces for the one who pursued to get to the bottom of it.
Tuoba Bodhisattva had clearly told Hsu Fengnian that he would be waiting on this snowy peak. As for when and where he would launch his killing move without warning, it would depend on Hsu Fengnian's ability and luck.
After Hsu Fengnian finished shaving his beard stubble, he put his knife back into its sheath. Before he stood up, he grabbed a handful of snow and put it into his mouth, letting it slowly melt and flow down his throat.
Hsu Fengnian straightened his back, one hand went to his back to adjust the sword, the other hand pressed on the hilt, and looked up.
Suddenly, heavy snow fell, the scale was getting bigger and bigger.
It was obvious that Tuoba Bodhisattva had created a huge avalanche with human strength.
Hsu Fengnian was sure that Tuoba Bodhisattva would hide in the heavy snow.
He closed his eyes and held the hilt with four fingers, his thumb pressed tightly on the hilt of the narrow saber, making the action of pulling the saber out of its sheath.
The heavy snow fell from the top of the mountain like a flood, and then split up and passed by Hsu Fengnian on both sides.
Hsu Fengnian was like a cornerstone, unmoving.
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