Wang Xianzhi looked around with a bleak mood. Although Xu Fengnian in front of him brought some surprises, he was still far inferior to the imagined battle. If Chen Zhibao had never left for Sichuan, if Xu Yanbing had come with a momentary gun , plus that Luoyang who seems to have a secret connection with Beiliang, the three of them joined forces to fight for the young vassal king, and only then could they really fight a hearty battle. Only two Xu Fengnian showed up, even if there were many traps, it was still not enough to watch and not enough to fight.
Xu Fengnian raised his head, and saw that above the sky where Wang Xianzhi was standing, the wind was churning, and large pieces of colorful clouds gathered quickly, like a fairy spreading a huge brocade. Among the good words of gold and jade contained in the Danding School of Taoism, there is a saying that "three flowers gather on top of five qi to make the Yuan Dynasty", but the current situation is obviously far beyond this category. A sage who is not only a wine master, a writer, but also a swordsman, once left a well-known poem: "Among the colorful clouds of the emperor's resignation, a thousand miles of rivers and tombs will be returned in one day." Xu Fengnian sighed, Wang Xianzhi probably couldn't hold back at last, and was about to hand out his ultimate move. After killing someone, he would open the gate of heaven, but he didn't go all out to ascend to the heavenly court to be ranked among the immortals, but to sit in the gate of heaven for a warrior in the world.
Xu Fengnian let out a deep breath, still not in a hurry to let the out-of-body soul beside him merge with him, but stood still, waiting for Wang Xianzhi's thunderous blow to reveal the truth.
Wang Xianzhi took a deep breath, his silvery white hair turned black in an instant. He was originally a burly old man, but he looked like a man in his prime.
Xu Fengnian didn't appreciate the mysterious power that turned decay into magic. He closed his eyes lightly, and the purple-gold brilliance lingered on his face. This is the rhetoric in the rhubarb court, "Don't worry about the busy market outside the door, just close the door and close the door, and you will see mountains and rivers".
Offensive and defensive, each has its own magic.
In the blink of an eye, at a distance of more than ten feet between Xu Fengnian and Wang Xianzhi, no less than twenty tall statues of Wang Xianzhi appeared, their postures were slightly different, but they fully displayed Wang Xianzhi's momentum of rushing forward.
The first time Xu Fengnian was repelled, he retreated a hundred feet away in one breath, and nearly a hundred Wang Xianzhi's purge figures appeared continuously during this hundred-foot journey.
Seemingly powerless to fight back, Xu Fengnian backed away for the second time, withdrew a hundred and fifty feet.
One after the other, Wang Xianzhi became more courageous as he battled, and his figure became more and more complicated. On the front line, there were more than two hundred images of heroes who could not dissipate in time.
Xu Fengnian, who was blindly beaten passively, just retreated again and again. Relying on Gao Shulu's vigorous physique and Da Huangting's modesty, he generally showed no signs of decay. However, upon closer inspection, the wound on his body pierced by Wang Xianzhi's three-inch lightning earlier appeared to be a human cat. The red-threaded red snake formed by Han Diao Temple by supporting the dragon has completely given up struggling, but the blood has no time to seep out of the wound, just like boiling water pouring snow, turning into a light mist, making Xu Fengnian's clothes look clean.
Wang Xianzhi keeps punching, even though he knows that this person has a scheming plan to attack jade with stones from other mountains, but Wang Xianzhi is so conceited, if you Xu Fengnian use the punches to exercise Gao Shulu's body that has not been fully integrated, I will let you ask for trouble Eating, always a punch, will be the straw that breaks the camel's back.
On the two-mile-long straight line that cuts off the ground, there are more and more "Wang Xianzhi", which can be called countless. I am afraid that even the masters among the ten martial arts critics will be scalped when they are watching the battle. Numb.
However, if Wang Xianzhi's disciple, the master of women's boxing, Lin Ya, was present, and saw with his own eyes the Wang Xianzhi who kept on the offensive one by one, he would definitely benefit greatly and make great strides in martial arts.
Because this is the most brilliant boxing score in the world!
Wang Xianzhi punched no less than 600 punches, Xu Fenglai never refused to receive more than 600 punches, and finally reached a turning point, the ever-increasing retreat distance began to shorten for the first time.
Because Wang Xianzhi's figure was too fast and his attack was too fast, even though Xu Fengnian had already retreated for nearly three miles, he still didn't hear the slightest sound.
Finally, behind the old man, there was a loud and late shocking sound.
Perhaps this is what the world is used to seeing lightning before listening to thunder.
It is the common sense of the world to go all out and then fail and exhaust three times.
It's just that when the figure of Wang Xianzhi who stayed in place at the end began to dissipate, it seemed that Wang Xianzhi, who could not climb endlessly, was like a climber who continued to climb after a short rest, and suddenly accelerated his steps to climb higher, and kept punching with one hand Wang Xianzhi stretched out both hands.
Make a big drum!
Wang Xianzhi hit the arms of Xu Fengnian who was blocking with both fists.
The beating of the drum was accompanied by the belated fist and thunder behind him.
Xu Fengnian leaned back, his feet hit the ground, and he slid backwards at an angle.
The figure of the second Wang Xianzhi at the beginning also began to dissipate, but Wang Xianzhi, who was facing Xu Fengnian, suddenly accelerated, raised his arm, and slammed it down on Xu Fengnian's chest. The ground, and then kicked Xu Fengnian who bounced off the ground more than ten feet.
Xu Fengnian, whose body was more than a foot above the ground, stretched out his hands and hooked his fingers into the sand to block his retreat.
The second time I traveled to the rivers and lakes, the old man in sheepskin fur once tempered Xu Fengnian's spirit with no less than a hundred green snakes with two sleeves. This is Li Chungang's unique method of teaching Taoism. , Xu Fengnian also had Xu Yanbing spare no effort to beat him to digest the Zijin energy brought by that bun. This kind of stupid method is far from being a short-cut in the martial arts. As long as you can bear it, it will definitely be a path that can lay a solid foundation. In today's world, in terms of strength, Tuoba Bodhisattva's fists and feet, Deng Tai'a's sword and Gu Jiantang's sword are all inferior to Wang Xianzhi's fists. After all, Xu Fengnian accepted Gao Shulu's physique for a short period of time, and it was too late to fully integrate it. For his own use, so Wang Xianzhi's offensive became the best forging.
The forging of each generation of Beiliang knife requires a lot of tempering before it is released.
It's done!
With the help of God, Xu Fengnian's wound healed up to 70% or 80% in an instant, which is a subtle sign that the heat is coming.
He slapped the ground with one palm, and his figure spun up, standing in front of Wang Xianzhi again.
Xu Fengnian was gritting his teeth and waiting for this moment, so Wang Xianzhi was "fishing", the bait was too small, how could he catch the big fish in the North Sea named Kun
The hundreds of Wang Xianzhi were united at the same time, and Xu Fengnian had already started to charge forward.
Almost at the same time, "Xu Fengnian", who has always chosen to stand by and watch, merged with Xu Fengnian into one, returning to his senses, like a wanderer returning home.
If the distance is 10 points, then Wang Xianzhi made six points forward and Xu Fengnian only scored four points.
Then the two of them did their best and punched and palmed.
Not to mention the soul and spirit, this palm is already 100% of Xu Fengnian's martial arts realm.
Wang Xianzhi also didn't hold back his strength anymore, since Jiazi broke the wooden horse and ox before, there was no number one person in the world who fought with all his strength, and finally threw a punch that reached the peak of both strength and machine.
Wang Xianzhi was the first to punch Xu Fengnian on the forehead.
Xu Fengnian slapped Wang Xianzhi's chin shortly afterwards.
Both of them left the ground at the same time.
At the same time, he was depressed and returned to the ground, firmly rooted in the same place, all in the posture of not taking half a step back. Xu Fengnian's head swung back slightly, and although Wang Xianzhi's head did not move, it was already The blue-black hair appeared a touch of frosty white again.
The two of them didn't think about fighting each other, but just made moves. Perhaps Xu Fengnian was willing to die at the expense of both, while Wang Xianzhi would rather kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred.
Wang Xianzhi's fist hit Xu Fengnian's forehead all the time. Every time Xu Fengnian's head shook backwards, the amplitude increased sequentially, but Wang Xianzhi's white hair was added so hard to notice. What was more deadly was that the old man's hair was between black and white. Repeated many times, it's not like Xu Fengnian who can't stop the decline that accumulates.
The two stood in place, exchanging fists and palms.
Xu Fengnian's forehead had already appeared sunken, but Wang Xianzhi was not relaxed and comfortable, and there were bruises and spots on his face.
Xu Fengnian fought fiercely and never retreated. From the first palm, 100% of his strength could be given to Wang Xianzhi. After exchanging more than 60 blows, only 80% of his strength was left.
A fierce battle naturally becomes a deadly battle.
Xu Fengnian clapped his palms up and pushed flat, and turned into a fist that can naturally increase the attack distance by more than two inches.
The two are competing for strength, and Xu Fengnian has already begun to count even this point of calculation as extremely valuable.
Even in the end, Xu Fengnian had to change his fist into a straight knife, otherwise he would not be able to hit Wang Xianzhi.
If it were any other opponent, Xu Fengnian, whose cultivation base is already enough to rank among the top three in the world, has already learned a lot, so he can naturally be unparalleled with a sword, and he is as imposing as a rainbow with a knife. Such a petty "penny and penny" at the moment
Wang Xianzhi punched from beginning to end.
Above the heads of the two celestial beings, the colorful clouds were noisy and turbulent, gathering and dispersing impermanently.
The last time Xu Fengnian hit Wang Xianzhi with his fingertip.
A sneer appeared on the corner of Wang Xianzhi's mouth.
At the end of the battle, dying!
This time the old man went to the cold for a battle, and he did not fight to the death with his hands, but proceeded step by step, starting with half a bowl of water, then pouring 80% of tea, and finally being full of wine and getting very drunk.
But drunk, still not drunk.
Wang Xianzhi was already at his peak, but when Xu Fengnian swung his head back in a half-circle, the old man was able to get even more energetic.
One punch!
With eleven points of energy and spirit, I will send you off for a ride, and it will not be in vain for this old man's last battle in the world!
Xu Fengnian, who was indeed at the end of his strength, no longer handed out the knife, but fished in the dry lake, only the remaining energy emerged together, and he slammed forward with his head, and took the initiative to meet Wang Xianzhi's fist.
Xu Fengnian was thrown upside down by a punch, his whole face was like a piece of unbroken porcelain, cracked, extremely terrifying.
Not only the face, but the whole body also ended in such a bleak way.
After Wang Xianzhi was bumped, she also felt uncomfortable, her steps were frivolous, and she staggered back.
The punching arm drooped and was already broken.
When Xu Fengnian was about to fall, he smiled.
In an instant.
The worry-free person who was not far or near threw out a momentary gun!
After Wang Xiaoping died, a sword pierced through Wang Xianzhi's body.
This shot, following that trajectory, just happened to pierce the unavoidable Wang Xianzhi's chest again!
The moment the gun passed through Wang Xianzhi's burly body, the tip of the gun was nailed into the ground, and inserted obliquely into the ground.
Wang Xianzhi was coerced by Changhong Guanri's gun and flew backwards, but compared to Xu Fengnian who fell heavily to the ground and raised yellow sand, the old man stopped suddenly when his back touched the ground, suspended in the air strangely, and then stood up slowly stand up.
Wang Xianzhi was expressionless, watching the second "Xu Fengnian" who had one soul and two souls in the distance hurried back to his senses, but it still didn't stop thousands of blood from flowing out of the cracks in his body.
Those who deserve death cannot die, and those who want to live cannot survive.
The blood soaked the skirt of the clothes, and even stained the yellow sandy land red.
Xu Fengnian just lay in the blood.
The dying young King of Beiliang, with blurred vision, stared blankly at the sky.
Xu Fengnian closed his eyes, and his souls floated out in all directions, even Gao Shulu's body was no exception, they slowly darted towards Huang Longshi and Miss Hehe.
I only hope that this last bit of cultivation can save the life of that silly girl who always likes to carry sunflowers.
Wang Xianzhi finally spoke, "Do you have a last wish?"
Xu Fengnian, who was losing his vitality, didn't speak.
Before going to Wudang, he had already completed the layout. There was a puppet "Xu Fengnian" who looked like him hidden in Beiliang.
In this way, as long as the Xu family's flag does not fall, the army's spirit in Beiliang will still be there, and they will not be defeated by the millions of cavalry in Beimang.
In the land of the Central Plains, you can probably see the wolf smoke later.