The breeze blew, and Wang Xianzhi retreated a thousand feet in a straight line. The dust drifted away. Some of the slightly higher mounds were directly broken by the old man's back. Fortunately, both sides were in a wilderness ridge, and no outsiders saw this shocking scene. Wang Xianzhi shook his ankles and simply kicked off the broken pair of hemp shoes. His sleeves were broken and he tore them off, revealing his thick bronze arms, and his muscles were as solid as rocks, containing the power to open mountains and crack the city. Wudi City was built by the water to see the vast sea. Every summer and autumn meet, there will be white waves surging, and the tide will drag thousands of miles across and beat them.

The wall of the East City. Thirty years ago, whenever Wang Xianzhi had a tornado on the sea, he would stand proudly on the wall of the East City, slapped the waves with his arms. Over the past thirty years, two people have changed to "fight the tide" for him, and their momentum is not as great as Wang Xianzhi. The martial artist proved the truth with his strength and has always been despised by people in the three religions. He regarded it as a inferior method that was not in line with the way of heaven. It was Wang Xianzhi who turned the tide with his own strength and reversed the view of the world. Especially Tuoba Bodhisattva and Xuanyuan Dapan and others have achieved success and fame, which has made Wang Xianzhi, the pioneer of this martial arts, feel at the peak of the sky and never falls in the west.

Wang Xianzhi looked calm, looking at the distance from the distance, the energy flowed and the body was like a vast ocean. In terms of internal strength, Cao Changqing was even more outstanding than Deng Tai'a, the third in the world, and chased Tuoba Bodhisattva. However, he claimed to be facing Wang Xianzhi, but he still couldn't stand it. In terms of combat power, the blue-shirted sword god before Jiazi was roughly the same as the old sheepskin fur man who never retreated, but Wang Xianzhi was more than a big gain than Jiazi's previous self. This is why in the battle in the East China Sea, even when facing Li Chungang who returned to the peak of swordsmanship, Wang Xianzhi was only

He only used nine points of his strength. In the past five hundred years, he was recognized as the world's number one, and six or seven people. In the past one hundred years, it was finally decided that Wang Xianzhi would carry the tripod. This old man who claimed to be the second in the world was undoubtedly more invincible than Liu Songtao, the devil leader of Zhulu Mountain a hundred years ago. Qi Xuanjian, who was old and old but had a clear face like a young man, stood on the Demon-Slaying Platform to watch the world and guarded the way of heaven. There were no ghosts and monsters in the world who could do it. With the old and strong Wang Xianzhi as the Dinghai Ding Hai Ji, there would be no martial artist to stand out, so how could he talk about a new tree showing off in the martial arts world?

After eighty years of tide, the four great masters at that time became ten martial arts judges who were once a year, and the masters changed one after another. No one knew what this old monster was thinking.

A hearty smile appeared on the corner of Wang Xianzhi's mouth, and he finally came.

The old man, who was over 100 years old, bent his knees slightly, spread his left hand and slowly stretched out his forward, his right shoulder was tilted, and his right hand clenched his fists. The uninvited guest gave him a gift of Wang Xianzhi with two fists, and Wang Xianzhi had no reason not to repay the gift.

The old man wearing thick hemp clothes had no artistic conception of wind and clouds echoing it with each other, and there was no harsh atmosphere of flying sand and rocks around him. Wang Xianzhi withdrew his gaze and breathed a sigh of relief, and his eardrums vibrated violently. After two punches, the man passed through Tianmen did not take the opportunity to chase him, but just paused slightly seven hundred feet away. When Wang Xianzhi stood firm, he began his third impact, step by step, but he did not step on the ground, but walked in the air.

It was like a stone rippling out a string of water, several feet above the ground, forming a circle of ripples of air flow. Every time I stepped on the ground, it was like a big bell knocking on Wang Xianzhi's heart, causing Wang Xianzhi's eardrum to vibrate even more and more, but even the temples on both sides began to sink and protrude. Wang Xianzhi still showed no sign of punching. When the man finally jumped, stepped over a hundred feet, and after stepping on the ground, he accumulated momentum to the extreme. He punched him, and Wang Xianzhi's eardrum and temple suddenly stopped moving at the same time, and then he punched out!

Two punches collided.

There was a loud bang.

A "lake surface" spread out from the side between the two fists was spread out from the majestic aura. The thin lake surface was ferocious and distorted, and the sound of the sky spread throughout the wilderness. Several winter birds circled low at a low altitude and accidentally hit the air wall, which was immediately torn and smashed beyond recognition.

The face of Wang Xianzhi's face, which was not old, was like a wrinkle in the lake, and it appeared layer by layer of slight ups and downs, and then slowly returned to calm.

Both of them fisted and swung their arms backwards, and then changed hands and punched them at the same time, almost another winter thunder shaking that resounded through the plains.

Wang Xianzhi smiled slightly and shrank his hand gently.

The man shook his arms and didn't mess around.

Neither of them moved, but the distance between them was getting farther and farther.

The earth tore a ravine with its width and length gradually rising.

Wang Xianzhi asked slowly, "Why should I call you Prince Beiliang or Emperor Zhenwu?"

A young man with bright golden eyes smiled and said, "Just Xu Fengnian."

Wang Xianzhi looked at the young man's strange eyes that gradually faded, and his whole body was full of energy floating behind him like a rainbow. The old man said regretfully: "It turned out that there was only one incense stick of scenery. I don't know who made the rules, it's boring."

Xu Fengnian sarcastically said, "If you want to be interesting, why don't you go to heaven to find gods to fight?"

Wang Xianzhi laughed and said, "The rotten grass is a firefly. Even if there is a heavenly immortal who ascends to enlighten the truth, he may not be a good person."

Xu Fengnian asked, "Do you want to lose a fight in the world before you can willingly cross the Tianmen?"

Wang Xianzhi shook his head and said loudly: "Born as a human being, and dead as a ghost is the most realistic principle. As for whether a god or a god, in my opinion, they are nothing more than thieves who are greedy for life and fear of death. Those who steal hooks are killed, those who steal the country are marquis, and those who steal life are immortals. Therefore, I am only willing to believe in half of the sayings of ghosts and gods."

Xu Fengnian waved his hand and said, "If you don't say these things, you're very relaxed to kill me now. What do you say?"

Wang Xianzhi asked with a smile: "Do you still have a chance to restore your current realm?"

Xu Fengnian said helplessly: "It's difficult."

Wang Xianzhi nodded and said, "As long as you have it, I will wait for you in the East China Sea next time."

When Xu Fengnian saw the old man, he was about to turn around and asked, "Didn't you fight with Sui Xiegu?"

Wang Xianzhi still turned around and left straight.

Xu Fengnian swallowed a mouthful of blood and staggered back.

The sword opened the sky gate, and Jiang Ni pulled out the cool dragon bird, looking hesitant.

Not far away, Baiyi Luoyang squatted on the ground, grabbed a handful of soil, and looked into the distance.

Jiang Ni raised his hand and drove the red sandalwood sword box, put the big cold dragon bird on his back.

Luoyang stood up and clapped his hands, turned around and looked at the woman who really attracted the country eight hundred years ago, and sneered: "It's still this skin that makes men feel pity. But now, it's much more heart-wrenching than before."

Jiang Ni was confused about her statement, but she was born with disgust at the woman in white, and immediately glared at her, "You want to care?"

Luoyang raised his hand for no reason, raised his glass and drank it all at her, laughed, and asked, "Are you thirsty?"

Jiang Ni didn't want to see this crazy woman as much as she saw the approaching figure from the corner of her eyes, bit her lip, and turned around resolutely.

Xu Fengnian stopped and closed her eyes.

That year, the endless golden wheat ears were selected as tributes and sent to the palace to the single fox. They walked timidly on the path behind him and the Queen of Daqin, and had not yet drunk that glass of poison wine.

Xu Fengnian opened her eyes, rubbed her cheeks, continued to move forward, and walked to Luoyang.

Mr. Liu Hao, who was mistakenly thought that he would escape all the way back to Tai'an City, had his head cut off by a hand knife and was kicked forward by the little girl.
Chapter completed!