A gust of wind fell on the cliff, and it dispersed naturally.
This was the feeling that the Army Breaking Fist landed on Chen Changsheng's shoulder.
Of course, it couldn't really be a gust of wind, so his hospital uniform was torn apart, and he had already turned into an afterimage body, which was forced to stagnate for a moment.
Just for a moment.
He stepped on the ground with his left foot, and the brand-new boots shattered into silk without any accident, and cracks appeared again on the hard ground.
Almost at the same time, several Pojun punches landed on his body one after another indiscriminately. The hospital uniform was severely damaged and fluttered in the air. Several clear punch marks appeared on the surface of his body, but they failed to penetrate deeply.
Judging from the scene at this moment, it doesn't look like the Pojun fist landed on him at all, but he used his body to actively bump into those powerful fists.
The whistle sounded again, and Chen Changsheng turned into an afterimage again. Accompanied by an ear-shattering and terrifying impact sound, it smashed through the wind and rain composed of dozens of punches and disappeared without a trace.
Only a broken boot remained on the cracked ground, like a flower growing out of a stone, and the fragments of the courtyard uniform slowly fell down, like catkins floating in the air.
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The Zhaowen Hall could no longer keep quiet, and the sound of seats moving could be heard.
Mo Yu stood up and looked at the picture on the light mirror, her beautiful eyes were full of shock.
The dean of the Academy of Reaching the Stars was shocked and speechless, and the bishop of the priesthood around him couldn't control his emotions and exclaimed.
Xu Shiji's expression was still as indifferent as a stone, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.
The two bishops who had just arrived at Zhaowen Hall were slightly moved.
Xue Xingchuan leaned forward again, staring at the light mirror, his expression became extremely solemn.
No matter how perfect the marrow washing is, the practitioner's body cannot reach this strength, not even the demon race.
Why is Chen Changsheng's defensive ability so terrifying? Even if he had another adventure, even if he refined all the rare herbs in the Herb Garden into pills and ate them, he would not be able to do this.
The people in the Hall of Zhaowen were well-informed, and the two bishops, like Mei Lisha, were members of the six giants of the state religion, but they had never seen such a thing.
Chen Changsheng's body was so strong that it was unimaginable, and he couldn't understand it at all.
So they were surprised.
Yes, Chen Changsheng's defense was of course not perfect, and he believed that he couldn't resist the attacks of magical weapons or sharp weapons, but this basic ability was really unbelievable.
Xue Xingchuan thought more, so his expression became more dignified.
Because he remembered a name he hadn't heard for a long time.
Zhou Dufu.
For thousands of years, the mainland has recognized the strongest.
Whether it was the Demon Lord who once vowed to rule the entire continent, or His Majesty Emperor Taizong who was as dazzling as the sun, in terms of personal force, there was nothing comparable to this person.
Even from the time when the Heavenly Book came into the world, Zhou Dufu could at least rank in the top three.
Many years ago, when Zhou Dufu was still a teenager, he was far from being invincible in the world, but at that time, he was very famous in the mainland because he possessed a stronger defensive ability than perfect marrow washing.
Everyone knew that it was because when he was a baby, because of a big chance, he once bathed himself in dragon's blood.
However, the mainland has been in peace for many years, and the dragon clan has disappeared. For hundreds of years, even dragons have not been seen. Where did Chen Changsheng go to get the blood of the dragon
Xue Xingchuan didn't continue to think about it, because that kind of speculation was even more incredible than Chen Changsheng's physical strength, and because the picture on the light mirror once again attracted all his attention—seeing Chen Changsheng rushing towards Huo Guang like an afterimage. , He understood why Chen Changsheng didn't move at the beginning.
No matter how strong the defensive ability is, it is impossible for him to withstand the endless bombardment of the Pojunquan. Even if he can withstand it, he will definitely be injured, and he may even be seriously injured. It is bound to continue to win in more difficult battles.
So Chen Changsheng waited, waiting for his opponent to make his Pojun fist powerful, and waiting for the wind and rain to shrink from the area covering the entire floor of Xichenlou to about ten feet around him. After becoming powerful, the Pojun Fist is bound to be more powerful, but he only needs to break through one layer to break through everything. He has to use the number of Pojun punches per unit time to buy time, so that he will receive fewer punches during the entire battle.
Xue Xingchuan's expression changed again, thinking what a confident strategy this is.
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Chen Changsheng was the focus of the imperial examination. Many big figures, including the two temple masters, paid a lot of attention to him. Many people, such as Mo Yu, thought they had mastered all of his tricks or trump cards. But in fact, no one knew what he had, not even the bishop, not even Luoluo.
Huaiyuan scholar Huo Guang's Pojun Fist is indeed terrifying, and the timing of using it is also perfect.
If it is people's impression, even if he predicts his strength with the greatest expectation, facing such a strong and prepared opponent, he will definitely lose if he thinks about it. But no one would have imagined that his current strength and the adventures he experienced were more exaggerated than the wildest imagination.
Even he himself didn't know exactly what he had experienced at this time. He didn't know that he had bathed in dragon's blood. He could only guess from the changes in his body, but he knew that he was very strong.
For him now, there are at least four ways to break through the violent storm-like Pojun Fist.
He chose the method that seemed the most direct, but also the most stupid.
Because no one would have thought of this approach.
Just like the battle between Tang Thirty-Six and Liang Banhu, he never imagined that Gou Hanshi would make Liang Banhu fight so stupidly, and Tang Thirty-Six would never have imagined that Liang Banhu would actually fight so stupid.
He can dodge his opponent's Pojun Fist with the Yezhi Step. Yes, even if the Pojun Fist has become powerful, he can still dodge it, because the Yezhibu he has mastered is not complete, but it is not what people think. The Yezhibu used by Luoluo at the Ivy Banquet is more unpredictable and clever than people imagined.
But he didn't work.
He can also draw out the dagger at his waist, and use the first form of Zhongshan Fengyujian to fight head-on with Mantian's fist.
But neither did he.
Because this is the second round of the Dachao Trial, and he hasn't encountered any real powerful enemies yet, so he can't reveal his strongest methods and hole cards.
The Huaiyuan scholar named Huo Guang on the opposite side is not qualified enough for him to use those methods.
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In the blink of an eye, the Pojun Fist was broken, and the situation was reversed.
Like an afterimage, Chen Changsheng flew in front of Huo Guang in an instant.
Huo Guang was shocked, but his realm was far higher than that of the disciple of Huangshan Valley, and the disciples of Huaiyuan were most concerned with keeping their minds calm. When they suddenly encountered such a sudden change, they did not panic and punched out.
He didn't draw his sword, because Chen Changsheng came too fast, this punch was the follow-up to his previous punch of Breaking the Army, and the continuity was the most natural, so it was the fastest.
His punch didn't hit Chen Changsheng, but hit the ground, and the punch was extremely clear.
There was only a humming sound, the yellow sand in front of his feet fluttered up, and the fist was faintly in it.
With the backlash of his fist, he swept back quickly, and several shadows were dragged out of his ochre-colored scholar shirt. You can imagine how fast and how determined he retreated.
While sweeping back, he stretched his right hand behind his shoulder, ready to draw his sword.
He was carrying a sword all the time.
The sword was huge, with a weird shape, and it was curved in the middle.
This sword is called Zhengyi, and it is one of the seven disciples' swords of Huaiyuan. It is extremely sharp and has a universe inside.
He firmly believed that as long as he held the sword in his hand, no matter how terrifying Chen Changsheng's defense ability was, he could not be his opponent.
He regretted a little, if he had drawn out the Sword of Righteousness immediately after entering the Xichen Building and ignored the priest's suggestion, why would he retreat in such a mess like he is now.
In front of the sword of righteousness and clear will, a group of ghosts turned against Yi, and he could defeat Chen Changsheng with just one move.
While thinking about this, his right hand had already grasped the hilt of the sword, and it only took a very short time to draw the sword out of its sheath.
The action of drawing the sword is very simple. He has practiced it countless times, and the time required is so short that one can even think that that time does not exist.
However, time is an eternal existence that cannot be destroyed.
No matter how short it is, it will take a while after all.
Huo Guang's pupils suddenly narrowed.
Chen Changsheng didn't give him this time.
Huo Guang was outside the Xichen Building, when he received a message from the priest from the Li Palace, knowing that Chen Changsheng had shown an astonishing speed in the first battle. After careful consideration, he did not expect that Chen Changsheng's so-called astonishing speed was... so astonishing!
Chen Changsheng was so fast that his hand had just landed on the hilt of the sword before it reached in front of him.
The Zhengyi sword was half a foot out of its sheath, and Chen Changsheng's fist was only half a foot away from his chest.
Huo Guang knew that it was too late, his face turned pale suddenly, his true essence burst out violently, turned into a scream, and burst out from between his lips!
At the same time, his right foot landed lightly on the ground.
Yes, not a heavy step, but a light step.
Even in such a tense moment, his footsteps were still gentle, as if he was about to step on a cloud.
Earlier, when he punched the ground empty-handedly, the yellow sand floating in front of him looked like a cloud.
His right foot stepped lightly on the cloud formed by the yellow sand.
Very soft, very graceful, very magical.
He seemed to have also turned into a cloud, floating upwards.
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"What a Zongyun!"
There was a sound of admiration in Zhaowen Hall.
I don't know if it was the Bishop of the Zongsi Institute or whoever, but he started to applaud the students of Nanfang Huaiyuan. One can imagine how much pressure Chen Changsheng had put on these people by taking part in the imperial examination and the announcement. As for the three representatives of the teachers from the southern sect who were sitting on the guest seats, their expressions were even more satisfied, and they stroked their beards without saying a word.
Huo Guang's performance is indeed worthy of praise. A young practitioner who has not yet passed through the secluded world, was able to perform Huaiyuan's movement method so perfectly. In such a tense moment, he still showed a calm atmosphere. It has to be said that Huaiyuan's respect for his disciples Cultivation is truly remarkable.
More importantly, this style of Zongyun movement may bring a great turning point to this battle.
Chen Changsheng was very fast, so he couldn't stop, and his fist was very strong, so he couldn't bend it.
For things that go straight, if they want to change direction suddenly, the faster the speed, the greater the strength, or the extremely advanced method of controlling the true energy.
That kind of method is rare, and there are no more than three schools in the mainland.
In the capital, there is no academy with this method, and the Baidicheng lineage also does not have this kind of trick.
Even if Chen Changsheng wanted to learn, he didn't know where to learn it.
So his fist can only fail.
And Huo Guang has already risen from the clouds.
There will be a trend of high and low between the two, and Huo Guang will hold the sword of righteousness in his hand.
The outcome of this battle, or, will change accordingly.
However, at the next moment, the hands of the teacher representatives of the southern sect suddenly stiffened.
One of the elders even pulled off several white beards.
Inside Zhaowen Hall, there was a loud exclamation.