Chapter 035 – Ten points of the fight, the man who will die

Wang Xianzhi looked around, depressed, although the Xu Fengyen brought some surprises, but compared to the imaginary battle, still inferior too much, if Chen Zhi Bao did not go out of the cool into Shu, if Xu Yan Bing with the Shana gun to come, plus that seems to have a hidden connection with the Northern Liang Luoyang, the three join hands, for the young feudal king pressure, in order to really fight a good battle. With only two Xu Fenian showing up, even if the organs were repeated, in the end, it was still not enough to see or fight.

Xu Fengyen raised his head, only to see that above the sky where Wang Xianzhi stood, the wind was swirling and large colorful clouds were rapidly converging, like an immortal spreading a huge brocade. Taoist Danding School contained in the golden words, there are “three flowers gathered top five qi towards the yuan”, but the current scene, obviously far beyond this category. A that is the wine immortal and is a literary hero is the swordsman of the sage, once left a popular poem: “the white emperor colorful clouds, thousands of miles of Jiangling one day back”, the later generations often do not feel deep, do not know the true flavor of the blade. Xu Fengnian sighed, Wang Xianzhi is estimated to be finally unable to hold back, ready to hand out killing moves, after killing people, will open the door to heaven itself, but not a drum to go to ascend to heaven ranked as an immortal, but for the earthly martial arts to sit in the heavenly gate.

Xu Fengyen exhaled deeply, still did not rush to let the out-of-body soul beside him merge with himself, but stood still with condensed qi, waiting for Wang Xianzhi’s thunderous strike that would immediately water down the stone.

Wang Xianzhi inhaled a breath, head full of silver frost white hair, instantly turned into a dark green color, originally a stout old man, looks like a man in his prime.

Xu Fengnian did not go to appreciate that kind of transformation into a miraculous metaphysical skill, gently closed his eyes, his face lingered and flowed with purple and gold luster, and after inhaling, his sleeves puffed up and he was in a trance, giving people the feeling of being left out of the world. This is the big yellow court in the secret of the “door outside the city do not care, cover the door closed door that is the mountain”.

Attacking and defending, each has its own wonders.

In a flash, more than ten feet between Xu Fengyen and Wang Xianzhi, no less than twenty Wang Xianzhi’s tall figures appeared, with slightly different postures, but showing Wang Xianzhi’s forward thunderous momentum in its entirety.

The first time Xu Fengyen was knocked back, he retreated to a hundred feet in a single breath, and this hundred feet of distance was continuously filled with the cleansing figures of nearly a hundred Wang Xianzhi.

Xu Fengyen seemingly had no power to fight back for the second time, retreating a hundred and fifty feet.

In this case, Wang Xianzhi fought more and more bravely, his figures became more and more complicated, above a line, densely packed, arranged more than two hundred Xiong Kui images that simply could not dissipate in time.

The passive Xu Fengyen just retreated again and again, by virtue of the high tree Lu’s thick body and the big yellow court of the holding of the simple and conservative, generally do not see signs of decadence, just a closer look, the previous three inches of lightning by Wang Xianzhi pierced the body of the wounds, the human cat Han Diaoji because of the red silk of the red snake that became the dragon, has completely given up struggling, but the blood could not ooze out of the wound in time, such as boiling water to pour the snow, turned into a shallow mist, but instead of letting Xu Fengyen Xu Fengnian’s clothes still looked clean.

Wang Xianzhi has always punched non-stop, even if he knows that this person has the intention of attacking jade with the stone of other mountains, but Wang Xianzhi is so conceited, let you Xu Fengyen pretend to use the fist astral to exercise the body of Gao Shulu which has not been fully integrated, I can make you suffer, there will always be a punch that will be the last straw that will crush the camel.

That on the ground cut out two miles long straight line, “Wang Xianzhi” more and more, simply can be called countless, I’m afraid that even if the martial arts evaluation of the ten masters in the side to watch the battle, will also scalp numb.

But if Wang Xianzhi’s senior disciple, the woman boxing master Lin Crow was present, witnessed that one by one to maintain the offensive Wang Xianzhi, carefully observe, certainly can be greatly benefited, in the martial arts a hundred feet pole further.

Because this was the most brilliant piece of boxing manual in the world!

Wang Xianzhi attacked no less than six hundred punches, Xu Fengyen received more than six hundred punches, and finally came to a turning point, and for the first time, the distance of retreat, which had been continuously lengthening, began to shorten.

Because Wang Xianzhi’s figure was too swift, at the same time the attack was too swift, even though Xu Fengnian had already withdrawn nearly three miles, but had not heard a sound.

Behind the old man finally exploded a late vibration loud sound.

This is perhaps the world is accustomed to first see the lightning and then hear the thunder.

A drum and then decline and exhaustion, this is the common sense of the world.

Only when the end of that stay in place Wang Xianzhi figure began to dissipate, as if the momentum can not endlessly climb Wang Xianzhi, like a person who climbed high, rest for a moment and then continue to climb, and is suddenly accelerated steps to climb high, has been one-handed fist Wang Xianzhi hands out.

Make a big drum beating!

Wang Xianzhi’s double fists hit on the staggered blocking Xu Fengnian’s arm.

This drum beat sounded at the same time as the belatedly arriving fist thunder behind him.

Xu Fengnian’s body leaned back, his feet rooted to the ground, tilting and sliding backwards.

The second Wang Xianzhi figure at the beginning also began to dissipate, but the Wang Xianzhi original that was face to face with Xu Fenian suddenly accelerated, threw up an arm and smashed it down, smashing it on Xu Fenian’s chest, and with a single punch, it blasted Xu Fenian’s entire body into the ground, and then with a single kick, Xu Fenian, who was bouncing up when he touched the ground, kicked him out another dozen or so feet.

Xu Fengyen, whose body was more than a foot above the ground, stretched out his hand and hooked his fingers into the sand as a means of blocking his retreat.

The second time he traveled in the jianghu, the old man in sheepskin fur used to hammer Xu Fengyen’s divine intent with no less than a hundred two sleeves of green snakes, this is Li Chun Gang’s unique method of teaching the way, and later ate the purple and gold buns of North Mang’s state master Yuan Qingshan who exchanged one for another, Xu Fengyen also had Xu Yan Bing spared no effort in pounding it, used to digest the purple and gold qi that was brought by the buns. This kind of stupid method which is far from the ultimate shortcut in the path of martial arts, as long as it is carried, it will definitely be a path that can lay a solid foundation. Nowadays, under the sky, if we talk about the degree of rigidity, Tuoba Bodhisattva fists and feet or not, Deng Tai’a’s sword Gu Shengtang’s sword, are not compared to Wang Xianzhi’s fists, Xu Fengyen accepts Gao Shulu body after all too short a period of time, too late to be completely transformed into his own, so Wang Xianzhi’s offense, it becomes the best forging.

Every generation of Beiliang sword forging, out of the furnace before a thousand hammers and refining.

Success!

Xu Fengyen was like a god, his wounds instantly healed by seven or eight points, this was the subtle sign that the fire had arrived.

Slapping the ground with one palm, his body spun around and stood opposite Wang Xianzhi again.

Xu Fengyen was waiting for this moment with his teeth clenched, Wang Xianzhi is not “fishing”, the bait is small, how to catch the big fish named Kun in the North Sea?

Hundreds of Wang Xianzhi have come together at the same time, and Xu Fengnian has already started to rush forward.

Almost at the same time, the one soul and two spirits “Xu Fengyin” that had been choosing to stand by and watch, merged with Xu Fengyin, returning to the spirit and returning to the body, just like a wanderer returning to his hometown.

If there were ten points in distance, then Wang Xianzhi had six points and Xu Fengyian only four.

Then both of them each poured out a punch and a palm.

Not to mention the Soul Spirit divine Intent, this palm slap was already ten percent of Xu Fengyen’s martial realm.

Wang Xianzhi was also no longer reserving his qi, since he broke the wooden horse ox before A Zi, the world’s number one person who had not fought with all his might, finally used a punch that had climbed to the peak of his qi and qi.

Wang Xianzhi was the first to slam his fist on Xu Fenian’s forehead.

Xu Fengnian slapped his palm on Wang Xianzhi’s chin a little later.

Both of them left the ground at the same time.

And at the same time under the sinking, return to the ground, dead rooted in place, are dead not back half a step posture, Xu Fengyen’s head swung back, swung out a slight amplitude, and Wang Xianzhi’s head did not move, this has been the green and black hair and once again appeared a touch of frost white color.

Both of them didn’t think about the next move, but just made a move, probably Xu Fengyen should be determined to kill the enemy, while Wang Xianzhi preferred to kill the enemy a thousand times and lose the enemy eight hundred times.

Wang Xianzhi’s fist always smashed on Xu Fengyen’s forehead, Xu Fengyen’s head shook backward every time, the amplitude increased sequentially, but Wang Xianzhi’s white hair added imperceptibly, even more fatal is the old man’s hair between the green, black, frost white, many times over, unlike Xu Fengyen so can’t stop the accumulation of less and more declining trend.

The two men stood in their respective places, exchanging fists and palms.

Xu Fengyen’s forehead was already sunken, but Wang Xianzhi wasn’t exactly relaxed either, with bruises appearing on her face.

Xu Fengyen fought soundly without retreating, from the first palm where 10% of his energy could have been given to Wang Xianzhi, after exchanging more than 60 strikes, he was left with only 80% of his strength.

The battle naturally turned into a deadly battle.

Xu Fengyen from the palm up palm flat push, changed into can naturally increase the distance of more than two inches of attack clenched fist strikes.

The two very strength of the fight, Xu Fengyen has begun to even this calculation is extremely valuable.

Even in the end, Xu Fengyen had to change his fist into a straightened hand blade, otherwise he would not be able to hit Wang Xianzhi.

If it were any other opponent, the cultivation of Xu Fengyen, who is already among the top three in the world, would have learned many things, and would naturally be able to use his sword with a great sense of style, and use his sword with the same momentum as the rainbow, and walk around with his bare hands and fists, where would he be like this moment, where would he be like this small-minded “every penny counts”?

Wang Xianzhi has been throwing punches from the beginning to the end.

Above the heads of the two celestials, the colorful clouds were boisterous and tumbling, gathering and dispersing erratically.

When Xu Fengnian’s last hand blade also only hit Wang Xianzhi with his fingertips.

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Wang Xianzhi’s mouth.

At the end of his strength, he was dying!

The old man this time to cool a battle, did not start on the death of the battle, but step by step, the first end of the water half a bowl, and then poured tea eight points, and finally is full of wine ten points to get drunk.

But drunkenness, still not out of shape drunkenness.

Wang Xianzhi has been meteorological heyday, in Xu Fengnian’s head swung backward in a semi-circular arc, the old man was even able to intentionally vigorous and one point.

A fist closing!

With eleven points of essence, to send you kid a ride, it is not in vain the old man’s last battle in the world!

Indeed already at the end of his strength, Xu Fengyen no longer handed out his hand blade, but dried up, the only remaining qi surged together, and with his head slamming forward, he took the initiative to meet Wang Xianzhi’s fist.

Xu Fengyen was smashed by a fist and flew out backwards, his whole face was like a porcelain that will be broken but not yet broken, the silk cracked, appalling to the extreme.

Not only the face, but the entire body also ended up in this miserable state.

After Wang Xianzhi was hit, he also did not feel good, his footsteps were light and staggered back.

The arm that threw the punch sagged, already fractured.

Xu Fengnian smiled as his body was about to fall.

In a flash.

Not far away, the man of forgetfulness threw a katana gun!

Wang Xiaoping died with a sword that pierced through Wang Xianzhi’s body.

This gun, following that trajectory, happened to pierce through the unavoidable Wang Xianzhi’s chest once again!

The Sharpshooter passed through Wang Xianzhi’s sturdy body, and the head of the spear was nailed into the ground, plunging diagonally into the earth.

Wang Xianzhi was wrapped in the momentum of the long rainbow through the sun, flying backwards, but compared to Xu Fengnian, who crashed heavily into the ground and raised yellow sand, the old man stopped violently when his back touched the ground, strangely hovered in the air, and then slowly stood up.

Wang Xianzhi’s face was expressionless as he watched the second “Xu Fengyian” with one soul and two souls in the distance hurriedly return to his senses, but he still failed to stop thousands of threads of blood from flowing out from the cracks in his body.

Those who deserved to die could not die, those who wanted to live could not live.

The blood soaked the lapel, and dyed the yellow sand earth red.

Xu Fengyen was just lying in the blood.

The dying young Northern Liang King, his vision blurred, staring blankly into the sky.

Xu Fengyen closed his eyes, his soul drifted out in all directions, even Gao Shulu’s body was not an exception, and together they slowly swept towards the side of Huang Longshi and Ms. Heh.

He only hoped that this last bit of cultivation could save the life of that silly girl who always liked to carry sunflowers.

Wang Xianzhi finally spoke, “Do you have a last wish?”

Xu Fengnian, whose chi was fading away, did not speak.

Before going down to Wudang, he had already finished the layout, North Liang hides a puppet “Xu Fenian” that looks like himself, even if he died in the battle, North Liang no longer has his real Xu Fenian, but in the end there is still a North Liang King.

In this way, as long as the banner of the Xu family does not fall, the heart of the Northern Liang army is still there, and will not be crushed by the Northern Mang’s millions of iron horsemen.

The central plains, probably can later see the smoke of the wolf.