He Zhizhang's mind was taken away, and a loophole suddenly appeared in his originally integrated energy. In just half a breath, he woke up and broke free, but Song Xing's palm had already arrived in front of him.
It wasn't until he actually faced Song Xing that He Zhizhang understood why the three ghosts in the northwest died so quickly, and why Fuzi and Wu Chang suffered such miserable defeats.
With just one movement of raising his hand and pressing down, He Zhizhang felt as if he was facing a huge mountain falling from the sky, and the endless violent air flow made the first-grade court uniform on his body crackle.
The great sun before, the mountains now, and Song Xing's martial arts now, have begun to touch the way of the 'god'.
When a move is executed, the true meaning and spirit are integrated into the spirit. The opponent encounters the spirit before he sees the move.
Song Xing was originally three feet away from He Zhizhang. He took a step forward, smashed the air directly with his tyrannical body, and with the sound of rolling wind and thunder, he pressed down on He Zhizhang with his palm.
With this palm, the air flow surged like a tsunami hitting the shore. Before it was released, the movement caused was already earth-shattering.
Even the people who were besieging Lu Xiaofeng in the distance were all alarmed.
Lu Xiaofeng turned around and saw a dazzling red sun. A huge mountain, carrying a will capable of destroying everything, fell towards He Zhizhang below.
The palm like white jade fell into He Zhizhang's eyes and became the most terrifying hand in the world.
With one palm, it seems to be able to crush the sky. It is everywhere and has nowhere to escape.
In despair, He Zhizhang roared with all his strength, what a flowing cloud, what a seven kills, facing this unavoidable palm, he could only fight hard and fight for a chance of survival.
After mustering up decades of hard work, He Zhizhang struck out the pinnacle palm of his life, just like humans in ancient times roaring towards an unknown natural disaster.
The next moment, his palm pressed down, and endless power exploded. He Zhizhang's palm power exploded out of despair, and was directly defeated by a single blow.
The palm defeated He Zhizhang's true energy, and then his finger bones and arms were broken under the terrifying force.
The strong wind blew against his face, and the sharp force directly scraped blood marks on He Zhizhang's face. After destroying all his resistance with one blow, his palm suddenly stopped in front of his forehead.
Feeling the power in his palm that could kill him instantly, He Zhizhang suddenly began to take a deep breath, feeling the terror between life and death.
"Why don't you kill me?"
He Zhizhang asked Song Xing in a hoarse voice.
When Song Xing spoke, his voice was as indifferent as ever: "My skills are good, I will spare your life."
He Zhizhang was silent for three breaths and then asked again: "What is this palm called?"
Song Xing glanced at him and said, "Buzhou Mountain."
Beyond the northwest sea, in the corner of the wilderness, there are mountains that do not meet each other. It is called Buzhou. The mountains fall and the heaven and earth are cut off.
In the Yihua Palace, Song Xing went into seclusion for three months. After reaching the ninth level of Mingyu Gong, he integrated his own martial arts and various insights into the world of Chinese martial arts to create his own Half Style Sanshou.
It wasn't until Song Xing realized the Gang Jin and touched the 'God' at sea before that he perfected this palm technique and achieved the 'Buzhou Mountain' move.
With one palm flip, it was like the heaven and earth were tilted upside down. There was no way to avoid it, and there was nowhere to escape.
He Zhizhang was silent for a long time, silently stepped back a few steps, came to stand beside Wuchangzi's body, and stopped resisting.
He Zhizhang was defeated. After Song Xing actually took action, he was defeated even faster than Confucius and Wuchangzi.
Among all the people present, only Gong Jiu had not taken action at this moment.
Seeing Gong Jiu's eyes, you will know that this is a person who is loyal to the sword and has a deep love for the sword just like Ximen Chuixue.
Maybe not as upright as Ximen Chuixue, but Gong Jiu's devotion to the way of the sword is as good as anyone's.
While others were attacking Song Xing, he still held his sword and sat on the top of the water pavilion, quietly watching the fight below.
For him, beef soup, the Three Ghosts of the Northwest, the Master, and others were not even as important as the sword in his hand. Life or death was completely outside the scope of his concern.
Only when he saw Song Xing using his sword to defeat Wuchangzi did his eyes shine with the desire to fight.
When Song Xing and He Zhizhang fought, his eyes returned to the Gujing Wubo before.
After He Zhizhang was defeated by Song Xing, Gong Jiu was already standing in front of the water pavilion, with sword intent raging in his body.
Gong Jiu pulled out the sword he was wearing and said two words to Song Xing: "Draw out the sword."
He is really a very proud person, and he is not willing to draw his sword first when facing Song Xing.
Song Xing asked: "Do you want to see my swordsmanship?"
Gong Jiu nodded: "Your palm skills are very strong."
After a pause, he emphasized his tone again: "Very strong."
His voice was a little hoarse, like a traveler in the desert who has not drank water for a long time: "Your sword skills are also very strong. When you killed Wuchangzi, you did not use your full strength."
With his eyesight, he could naturally see that Wuchangzi was far from Song Xing in terms of internal strength and swordsmanship.
When the Eternal Life Sword appeared in Song Xing's hand, Gong Jiu took out the sword.
The long sword in his hand buzzed, vibrating like a dragon, and stabbed Song Xing between the eyebrows.
Gong learned swordsmanship at the age of ninety-seven, and achieved success in seven years. He was addicted to swords as much as his life, and there was nothing else in his life except the sword.
After mastering the swordsmanship, the first person he killed was his sword master, because the master told him that only by being ruthless can one stand at the pinnacle of swordsmanship.
In the next three years, he challenged various swordsmen under a pseudonym, killed countless people, and honed his peak murderous sword skills in life and death.
At the age of 20, he was defeated by a little old man and joined the Invisible Man Organization. He obtained the peerless book "The Clavicle of Ecstasy and the Heavenly Buddha Scroll" and learned from it the Heavenly Buddha's sword technique for subduing demons.
On the day when the sword was completed, he spent seven days without sleep using Qinggong, and broke into the main altar of the Western Region Rakshasa Sect alone. With only three swords, he killed the three great protectors of the Rakshasa Sect: Lone Pine, Withered Bamboo, and Winter Plum.
At the twenty-sixth move, he cut off the head of Jade Rakshasa, the leader of the Rakshasa Sect, and then calmly broke out under the siege of hundreds of Rakshasa Sect masters.
After this battle, the Rakshasa Sect, which had dominated the Western Regions for hundreds of years, fell apart and fell from a first-rate sect to a third-rate force.
When facing Song Xingzhi, Gong Jiu didn't hold back and used all his strength with the first strike.
In the next breath, Song Xing slashed out the sword in his hand, the sword light split the sky, and Gong Jiu's ears suddenly rang with the sound of thousands of sword sounds.
Endless sword light filled all the gaps between the two, except for the sword, it was still a sword.
When one sword comes out, hundreds of swords roar, and one sword turns into hundreds of swords!
In the eyes of Lu Xiaofeng who was watching, this space had turned into a sea of swords.
The sword technique that Gong Jiu thrust out was instantly submerged without a trace in this vast ocean.
The sword shadow disappeared, as if everything just now was Lu Xiaofeng's illusion.
Gong Jiu, on the other hand, maintained his movement of thrusting his sword into Song Xing's eyebrows and remained motionless.
Song Xing's longevity sword was deliberately deflected by a point, pointing at the position above Gong Jiu's shoulder.
Then, the huge pavilion in the water pavilion behind Gong Jiu was split into two and collapsed.
At this moment, Gong Jiu's eyes changed from deathly gray to a hint of life, and he asked in a hoarse voice: "What kind of sword technique is this?"
Song Xing returned his sword to its sheath and said, "Qianyi."
Then he looked up and saw the little old man standing among the flowers, smiling like Maitreya Buddha.
