On one page, Wang Xianzhi saw that he had destroyed his fire and water move with a sword, and asked: "What is the name of this move?"
"Three feet." Wang Xianzhi replied simply.
People all over the world use the three-foot green edge as a metaphor for a long sword. His sword move is called "three feet". Excellent swordsmanship always emphasizes the meaning rather than the technique, and the profound meaning of the three feet is naturally in the three feet. If Xu Fengnian was injured in order to Even lighter, if you pull out the three-foot thunderbolt, you will naturally not know the mystery. But even if you understand the meaning of the three-foot sword, what can you do? Even if Wang Xianzhi is just a swordsman, he has as many as four sword moves that are no less than three feet tall. The reason for choosing this move is that since Xu Fengnian injured himself with a knife, he must retaliate, even if the size of the wound is exactly the same. As for the other four immortal swords, Wang Xianzhi's original intention of using the sword was to kill a thousand knights with one sword. The temple is like nothing to me.
Wang Xianzhi came from a humble background, and it was during the troubled times of the Spring and Autumn Period that only valued family status that she truly came to prominence.
First I practiced martial arts, and then by chance, I switched to sword practice in the middle. When the sword generated sword energy, the ecstasy I felt at that time is still fresh in my memory no matter how many years have passed. After that, step by step, he stood at the pinnacle of martial arts, overlooking the world and swimming in the wind. Looking around, there was no one standing side by side. There were not many things worth remembering.
"Good name." After praising the book, he asked: "This is the last move. After this move, the winner will be decided. Before that, what else does King City Lord have to say?"
Wang Xianzhi seemed to be reminiscing and summing up, saying: "I am sitting in the East China Sea. In my lifetime, has there ever been a brave warrior like Liu Songtao who brought trouble to the world? The imperial court is powerful, with iron armor on its body and iron cavalry galloping. The common people are unarmed, and the world will rise and fall. Hey, the ones who died the most are precisely these innocent people. I don’t want these people to encounter the oppression of the government in the peaceful and prosperous times, or the plundering of soldiers and bandits in the troubled times. I don’t want everyone to be able to deal with it easily. I just hope that more people will be able to deal with it easily. When you are desperate, or even before you die, you can take a step forward instead of just kneeling down, kowtow and begging for mercy. Wang Xianzhi does not ask for much, it is just a step to give to the world, just one step."
"Wang City Lord is willing to be the guardian of this world, and Brahma admires it." After a page of the book expressed heartfelt praise to Wang Xianzhi, he sighed: "Unfortunately, you and I have different positions, and the situation has evolved to the current situation of life and death."
While the two of them were talking, the wounds on their bodies closed tightly, and new shoots sprouted from the flesh. The bones were no longer as deep as before, which was shocking.
Wang Xianzhi said calmly: "I have lived for too long and have seen too much. I usually have nothing to say to anyone. Today, I have so much to say to you, the embodiment of a prince's noble stomach. Come to think of it, even I have nothing to say. I can't determine the outcome. How many years have passed since Li Chungang, and I have finally experienced this feeling again, this feeling of fighting for life and death. After I climbed to the top, you were the first to force me to this kind of situation. A person in this position. After this move, if you are defeated, I will let you die clearly; if I am defeated, it will be clear that I will come and go."
"Why does the King of City Master need to cultivate himself? Why bother?"
Wang Xianzhi waved his hand and said: "I know what you mean by this. It's just that in this world, whoever has the biggest fist will listen to whoever listens. This is why I can tell you so much. If it weren't for your strength "Excellent, I'm afraid both that boy and you will die under my fist."
Hearing this, Yi Yishu smiled and said: "Ha, I'm not sure myself, but Xu Fengnian will not die so easily. Youdao is a disaster that will last for thousands of years."
When Wang Xianzhi heard this, he also laughed along with the book.
After the laughter, Wang Xianzhi said calmly: "Okay, I've laughed enough, and I'm done talking. Next, who deserves to die more, the truth will soon be revealed."
A neatly written page reads, "Both you and I have no way out, we can only move forward."
"Then there will be no regrets."
"Life, victory, defeat, and death all depend on this move."
Wang Xianzhi took a breath, and her silvery white hair instantly turned into black and blue. She was originally a burly old man, but now he looked like a man in his prime.
His momentum continued to rise, condensing the strongest punch in martial arts in his life.
The earth shakes the sky, and the mountains and rivers are turbulent.
Sitting cross-legged on a page of books, the Holy Yuan was transported again and floated into the air. The relics on the head turned into the color of glass again, the Buddha beads were flying, and the Holy Flower was dazzling and dazzling, dyeing half of the sky.
Pushing the skill to the limit, the power of Lihuo and Xuanbing gathered in both palms, and the old tricks of subduing demons and exterminating evils reappeared in the world of mortals.
The relics on the head flew away, reappearing the appearance of gods, humans, and gods, and all directions responded in an instant.
His hair is three thousand feet long, and his merits are condensed and turned into a golden wheel after his death.
"Two lotuses purify the world and drive away thousands of demons"
Both of their skills have reached their limit, and the towering heavenly gate, inspired by this, actually reappears in the heaven and earth.
Between the sea of clouds, the cloud beast is in the middle, and the four seals rotate under it.
Even though he was inspired by heavenly beings, the repaired Tianmen vibration was still suppressed and unable to open.
"Drink~"
"Ah~"
A deep shout, the last move, the final move. The ultimate struggle, the heaven and the earth are silent, the eight wastelands are shattered, leaving nothing but extinction.
The double lotus move penetrated Wang Xianzhi's body and came out to determine the outcome of the battle.
A drop of Buddha's blood falls on the dust, and a golden lotus appears.
Wang Xianzhi closed his eyes, and there was a shocking explosion. The former number one in the world exploded and died, leaving no bones.
But he saw that the Qi machines scattered everywhere gathered together and condensed into a new Wang Xianzhi.
There was no surprise in the book, and he asked Wang Xianzhi, who was gathered in Xingsan Shenzhi: "City Lord Wang, do you want to fight again?"
Wang Xianzhi opened his eyes, shook his head and said, "No need."
Looking at the sealed Tianmen, the two heavenly pillars covered with golden and simple seal characters were dimmed by the five seals.
Wang Xianzhi looked at Tianmen from a distance for a while, then smiled and said, "It's boring."
He turned around, looked to the east, and said in a deep voice: "Jiang Huding, let's fight against the tide for ten years."
Then, he turned his gaze to the north and said calmly: "Yu Groom, you go to the Arctic Icefield."
Finally, Wang Xianzhi stared at the shepherd boy who stumbled a mile away, and smiled, "I have some chance with you."
Wang Xianzhi's disciple Lou Huang arrived a step late and tightly held the hilt of Bodhisattva Man's sword, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes.
Lou Huang took off the scabbard of his sword, knelt on his knees, inserted the ancient sword at his side, kowtowed heavily, and choked with sobs: "Disciple Lou Huang, I would like to send you my master."
Wang Xianzhi finally looked at this apprentice and ordered: "When my master's soul is gone, you don't need to take revenge. You will bury my master's bones on the top of Kunlun Mountain."
Lou Huang's face was buried in the rough sand and he made no sound.
Wang Xianzhi didn't care about this disciple's arrogance, and turned to look at the one-page book that looked like a god, "One-page book, you win. The number one in the world is yours. I just don't know how far you can go? "
A page of the book replied: "Everyone has different opportunities, so no one can force it. But before that, Brahma still has one matter that needs to be settled."
