A gentle breeze blew past. Dust drifted in the straight line where Wang Xianzhi had retreated. Some of the slightly taller mounds of earth were directly smashed apart by the old man's back. Fortunately, the two parties were fighting in the wilderness, so no outsiders saw this shocking scene. Wang Xianzhi shook his ankles and simply kicked off the pair of tattered hemp shoes. His sleeves were also torn apart by him, revealing his thick bronze arms. His muscles were as hard as boulders and contained the power to split mountains and split cities. Martial Emperor City was built near the water and looked at the sea. Every year during the summer and autumn, there would be surging white waves. The waves would drag across a thousand miles and hit the eastern city wall. Thirty years ago, Wang Xianzhi would stand proudly on the eastern city wall every time there was a tornado on the sea. He would use his arms to hit the waves. In the past thirty years, two people had replaced him to hit the waves, but their momentum was not as great as Wang Xianzhi's. Martial arts had always been despised by the people of the three sects as they viewed it as an inferior technique that did not conform to the Way of Heaven. It was Wang Xianzhi who turned the tide with his own strength and changed the views of the people. Especially when Tuoba Bodhisattva and Xuanyuan Pan achieved success and fame one after another, it made Wang Xianzhi, the pioneer of martial arts, like the sun in the sky, never to fall behind.
Wang Xianzhi's expression was calm. He looked at the distance under his feet. His Qi flowed and surged. His body was like the sea. In terms of internal energy, among the top ten in the Wushu Ranking, Cao Changqing was even more outstanding than Deng Tai 'a, who was ranked third in the world. He was right behind Tuoba Bodhisattva, but he claimed that he could not compare to Wang Xianzhi. In terms of combat power, the Green Shirt Sword God sixty years ago and the old man in the sheepskin fur coat were on par. However, Wang Xianzhi was much stronger than him sixty years ago. This was also why in the battle of the Eastern Sea, even when facing Li Chungang who had returned to the peak of swordsmanship, Wang Xianzhi only used ninety percent of his strength. In the five hundred years of Jianghu, there were only six or seven people who were recognized as the world's number one. In the recent hundred years, Wang Xianzhi was finally the one who took the throne. This old man who claimed to be the world's number two was undoubtedly more ferocious and invincible than the demon of Zhulu Mountain, Liu Songtao a hundred years ago. Back then, Qi Xuanzhen, who was sixty years old but had a youthful face, stood on the Evil Slaying Platform and looked down at the world. He guarded the door for the Heavenly Dao, so no demons and monsters could cause trouble in the world. With the old and strong Wang Xianzhi as the stabilizing force in Jianghu, there was no martial artist who could stand out. Therefore, how could a new tree stand out in the Wulin world?
Eighty years had passed, and the Four Great Grandmasters had become the Top Ten Martial Arts Appraisers that were held once every ten years. The experts had changed again and again. No one knew what this old monster was thinking.
Wang Xianzhi's lips curled into a hearty smile. It was finally here.
The old man, who was more than a hundred years old, bent his knees slightly, spread out his left hand and slowly stretched it forward. His right shoulder was tilted low, and his right hand was clenched into a fist. That uninvited guest had given Wang Xianzhi a gift with two punches, and he had sent Wang Xianzhi a full thousand feet away. There was absolutely no reason for Wang Xianzhi not to return the favor.
The old man in coarse hemp clothes made this simple and unremarkable gesture. There was no concept of wind and clouds in the world that resonated with it, nor was there any majestic scene of flying sand and rolling stones in the surroundings. Wang Xianzhi withdrew his gaze and gently exhaled. His eardrums vibrated violently. After the two punches, the person who had passed through the Divine Gate did not pursue and attack. He only paused slightly seven thousand feet away, waiting for Wang Xianzhi to stabilize his body before he began his third attack. Step by step, he left a footprint, but he did not step on the ground. Instead, he walked in the air, like a string of water ripples made by a stone. He was several feet above the ground, forming circles of airflow ripples. Every step he took was like a great bell striking Wang Xianzhi's heart. Not only did Wang Xianzhi's eardrums vibrate more and more, even his temples began to sink and protrude. Wang Xianzhi still did not show any signs of punching. He waited until the person took the last leap, crossing a thousand feet in one step, and stepped heavily on the ground. He had accumulated his strength to the extreme and punched. Wang Xianzhi's eardrums and temples suddenly stopped moving at the same time. Only then did he punch out!
The two fists collided.
There was a loud bang.
Between the two fists, a "lake surface" spread out by the majestic Qi Ji appeared horizontally. This thin lake surface was ferocious and distorted, and the earth-shaking sound spread through the wilderness. A few winter sparrows circled low in the air and inadvertently hit this wall of Qi. They were immediately torn and shattered beyond recognition.
Wang Xianzhi's face, which did not show any signs of aging, wrinkled like the lake water. Layers of subtle undulations appeared on his face, and then slowly returned to normal.
The arms of the two who had punched out swung back at the same time. Then, they changed hands and punched at the same time. It was almost another winter thunder that shook the plains.
Wang Xianzhi smiled slightly and gently withdrew his hand.
The person shook his arm and did not pester endlessly.
Neither of them moved, but the distance between them was increasing.
A trench was torn open in the ground, its width and length gradually rising.
Wang Xianzhi slowly asked, "Should I call you the Prince of Beiliang or the Great Emperor Zhenwu?"
A young man with a pair of sparkling golden eyes smiled and said, "Hsu Fengnian is fine."
Wang Xianzhi looked at the strange eyes of the young man that were gradually dimming. His Qi Ji floated behind him like a long rainbow. The old man said with some regret, "So it's only for the time it takes to burn a stick of incense. I don't even know who set the rules. Boring. "
Hsu Fengnian mocked, "If you want to be interesting, why don't you go to the heavens and find a deity to fight?"
Wang Xianzhi smiled and said, "Decaying grass becomes fireflies. Even if there really is a deity who ascends to the heavens, he may not be a good person."
Hsu Fengnian asked, "Do you want to lose a fight in the human world so that you can willingly cross the Heavenly Gate?"
Wang Xianzhi shook his head and said clearly, "Born as a human, dead as a ghost, this is the most realistic truth. As for whether deities are deities or not, in This Old Man's eyes, they are nothing more than thieves who are greedy for life and afraid of death. Those who steal a hook will be punished, those who steal a country will be marquis, those who steal life will be deities. Therefore, This Old Man is only willing to believe half of the talk about ghosts and deities. "
Hsu Fengnian waved his hand and said, "Let's not talk about this nonsense. It's very easy for you to kill me now. What do you say?"
Wang Xianzhi smiled and asked, "Do you have a chance to recover your previous state?"
Hsu Fengnian said helplessly, "It's difficult."
Wang Xianzhi nodded and said, "As long as there is, This Old Man will wait for you in the Eastern Sea next time."
Hsu Fengnian saw that the old man was about to turn around and asked, "You didn't fight with Sui Xie Gu?"
Wang Xianzhi still turned around and left.
Hsu Fengnian swallowed a mouthful of blood and staggered back.
At the Heavenly Gate, Jiang Ni pulled out the Great Liang Dragonfinch with a hesitant expression.
Not far from her, the white-robed Luo Yang squatted on the ground and grabbed a handful of soil, looking into the distance.
Jiang Ni raised her hand and controlled the red sandalwood sword box. She placed the Great Liang Dragonfinch on her back.
Luo Yang stood up and clapped her hands. She turned around and looked at the woman who had really overturned the country eight hundred years ago. She sneered and said, "You're still the same kind of skin that makes men feel pity for you. But compared to the past, you have more heart and lungs now. "
Jiang Ni was confused by her words. She had a natural dislike for this white-robed woman. She immediately glared and said, "Why do you care?!"
Luoyang raised his hand inexplicably and made a gesture to raise his glass and drink it in one gulp. He laughed and then asked, "Are you thirsty?"
Jiang Ni did not want to lower herself to the same level as this crazy woman. She caught a glimpse of the approaching figure from the corner of her eyes. She bit her lips and turned around resolutely.
Hsu Fengnian stopped and closed his eyes.
That year, the woman named Shan Hu, who was chosen as a tribute and sent into the palace, timidly walked on the path behind him and the Empress of Great Qin. She had yet to drink that cup of poisoned wine.
Hsu Fengnian opened his eyes and rubbed his face. He continued to walk until he reached Luo Yang's side.
Liu Hao Shi, who Hsu Fengnian had mistakenly thought would escape back to Great Peace City, had his head chopped off by a hand blade and was kicked forward by the little girl.
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