Boom!
As Yu Liancheng punched out.
The entire Wu Emperor City trembled, like an earthquake.
Click, click, click! !
Under this punch, the wall exploded with endless sounds. In the lightning flash, with Yuliancheng's fist as the center, hundreds of thousands of cracks appeared on the wall from bottom to top.
Boom! Boom! Amidst the bursts of earth-shaking loud noises, the tall and majestic city wall suddenly collapsed, and large pieces of rolling stone poured down on both sides like a torrent, causing smoke and dust to fill the sky.
There were loud screams and cries all around. People who were closer to the city wall fled in panic and were in a panic.
No one could have imagined that just by watching the fun, they would encounter such an exciting scene.
If you are not careful, you may be submerged under the city wall. Fortunately, most people were self-aware and were far away from the city wall, and they all won and lost with Qinggong, so there were not many casualties.
"It's like the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. Look at this guy's big moves as soon as he makes a move. He can't compare to him. He can't compare to him."
Cao Guanzi smiled bitterly, released his Qi, and flew into the sky with Princess Xichu wrapped in his arms.
The same is true for the six pavilion slaves of Emperor Wu City. They are all martial arts masters who were defeated by Wang Xianzhi. They are all top-notch figures in the world, but at this time they have lingering fears.
As for Wang Xianzhi, he stepped on the void and stood still, his whole body standing upright like a pillar of heaven.
Even if Yu Liancheng's punch destroyed the city wall, his expression remained calm.
"Good punch!"
After a while, Wang Xianzhi praised him slowly while still looking down at Yulian City.
"You really like to stand on a high place and watch people. It doesn't matter. I told you to come down."
Yu Liancheng looked solemn, raised his chest with one palm, and the Qi behind him was surging, and a supreme Qi spread between heaven and earth.
"It's really a penalty for not eating the toast! I, the Buddha, are merciful!"
At this moment, everyone seemed to see a golden Buddha sitting on the lotus throne again.
I don’t know how many hundreds or thousands of feet this Buddha is. His expression was solemn and solemn, almost completely different from the one who defeated Gong Banque before.
The giant Buddha has an ethereal expression, half-smiling but not smiling, but his eyes seem to be shrouded in the deepest compassion, overlooking all living beings, including Wang Xianzhi of course.
At this moment, Wang Xianzhi realized the feeling of being condescended to, like an ant.
But he saw the giant Buddha slowly raising its arms, the giant Buddha's palms covering the sky and the earth, and bursts of Sanskrit sounds bombarding Wang Xianzhi. The power of the palm is as vast as the heavenly river pouring down, urging all directions and six directions.
"Well come."
Wang Xianzhi gave a soft drink and pointed her toes in the void, as if stepping on an invisible step, and the energy exploded.
But others shot up like arrows through the air, their faces full of strong fighting spirit, and the energy in their bodies suddenly exploded, stirring up the situation and changing color.
Raise your arms and pump your fists.
He punched the giant Buddha's palm.
Boom! !
The earth and the earth trembled, and fists and palms struck each other, but they all carried extraordinary power.
For a moment, it was like two meteorites colliding together, and the surrounding space suddenly shook. The hurricane roared violently, setting off shock waves in the air, and the clouds in the sky dissipated.
In this non-fancy collision, the golden light of the Buddha became dim and rippled, as if it might dissipate at any time.
But the overwhelming palm of the Buddha pushed downwards unswervingly.
Even though Wang Xianzhi's energy exploded, he still couldn't stop it.
So, under the watchful eyes of the heroes of the Central Plains, Old Monster Wang, who was firmly ranked second in the world for sixty years, was pushed heavily into the ground.
Boom! !
The moment the giant palm pressed down, the entire ground trembled, large tracts of soil rolled like waves, and houses buzzed and trembled before collapsing. Even those who had fled far away from the battlefield still felt like a small boat on the angry sea, which might capsize at any time, and they were frightened.
"Look, the higher you stand, the harder you fall." Yu Liancheng shrugged.
The Buddha disappeared, but everyone seemed to be in a dream, unable to imagine their own eyes.
Wang Xianzhi, who was famous throughout the world and was invincible for sixty years, was actually repelled in a head-on confrontation. He was still pressed into the ground hard, and he was beaten to a state of disgrace and embarrassment. The shock brought by this scene will probably be unforgettable forever.
In the eyes of most people, even though Murong Tonghuang has attracted worldwide attention recently, compared with Wang Xianzhi, he still pales into insignificance. There are many people coming and going in Emperor Wu City, and there are countless masters. Who can defeat this one even half a step?
If not, how could the gambling house's odds be as terrifying as ten to one.
Without allowing anyone to think too much, a long roar sounded, tearing apart the quiet noise in front of them. The collapsed ruins exploded, and a figure rushed out.
But seeing the air wave hitting the air, the person shot out like lightning, suddenly bringing out an angry dragon-like air wave. Traveling across several long distances in the blink of an eye, countless bricks, stones and rubble were carried in it and attacked Yulian City.
"You throw a palm, and I'll punch you back."
The huge and burly figure instantly appeared in front of Yulian City, blocking all the skylight.
Push out with one punch.
Directly attack Yulian City.
No fancy changes.
The space trembled violently, as if the unbearable glass might shatter at any time.
This is Wang Xianzhi's fist.
Dominate the world with an extremely powerful fist.
Buzz! !
Yu Liancheng's expression was not moved at all, and his body stood still, but an invisible air shield was spread around his body.
When Wang Xianzhi's fist hit the air shield, the invisible air shield that had withstood the sword-eating ancestor's thousands of sword energies suddenly trembled violently, with cracks opening and crumbling.
Wang Xianzhi snorted coldly. The old man who had promised to only return one punch did not follow the rules and punched the second time.
boom!
Wow! !
The invisible air shield was shattered, but the power of the fist was also weakened a lot.
Yu Liancheng opened his five fingers like a sky curtain to receive this violent and domineering punch.
Wang Xianzhi had a stern look in his eyes, and he raised his arms, sending out a majestic and overwhelming energy. If it were called an ordinary person, I'm afraid it would explode directly at this moment and turn into a ball of blood mist.
Yu Liancheng, on the other hand, stepped back lightly. When his toes touched the ground again, the ground suddenly shattered and he could easily remove the force.
Knowing that Wang Xianzhi was not forgiving, he punched Yu Liancheng again from a distance of ten feet.
boom! !
Amidst the roar like the firing of heavy artillery, a circular air wave exploded under Wang Xianzhi's feet, and the dust swirled and spread in all directions.
A fist that looked like a white rainbow flew over a distance of ten feet amidst the fierce roar and struck directly at Yulian City, raising wind and sand all over the sky.
Bang bang bang! !
Wang Xianzhi did not stop.
His fists kept pumping.
In an instant, dozens or hundreds of fists were blasted out, rushing toward Yulian City like an overwhelming force.
Under such a violent offensive, except for those few people in the world, the rest of the first-level masters would be seriously injured even if they didn't die.
But Wang Xianzhi knew that to Emperor Murong Tong, this was just a bigger raindrop.
The next moment, under the pull of the majestic air, a clay sword shaped like a stone tablet broke out of the ground. Wang Xianzhi held the clay tablet sword in his hand and stepped towards Yulian City step by step.
Bang, bang, bang... With every step, the ground trembled and a hole exploded. Old Monster Wang's white hair danced wildly in the wind, exuding a heart-stopping and powerful aura as he swung his clay tablet sword.
Wang Xianzhi never occupies any of the thirteen titles of the Spring and Autumn Period.
Apart from teaching his disciples, he almost never used weapons.
But this does not mean that Wang Laoer, who "melted the world's martial arts into my furnace", is not a master of swordsmanship.
The fact is just the opposite. No matter what weapon Wang Xianzhi uses, he is worthy of being a master, but no one can force him to use weapons.
The giant sword made of clay was swung out, and the moves were just like Wang Xianzhi's fists. It was simple and unpretentious, returning to nature, even to the point of turning decay into magic.
A sword was swung out, and the power of the sword merged with Wang Xianzhi's domineering Qi. The sword moved like a storm, tearing the air apart, causing thunder and thunder, and emitting a sharp and ear-piercing roar, which was extremely terrifying.
Looking at Wang Xianzhi, who was struck by dozens or hundreds of punches and slashed with a sword, Yu Liancheng still did not change his expression, but instead took a step forward.
boom! !
A heavy step on the ground.
This step seems simple, but it requires tens of millions of efforts. The ground trembled again, and with a thunderous roar, the ground debris jumped into the air.
With the roll and flick of Yu Liancheng's sleeves.
The rubble all over the sky was condensed into a stone dragon, roaring and roaring, baring its teeth and claws, lifelike, and attacking the sky full of fists.
The fist gang collided with the stone dragon, like countless thunders exploding in an instant.
The fists dissipated one after another, and the stone dragon also became damaged. With a final whimper, it fell to the ground and shattered into a pile of stones. No more spirituality.
At the same time, Wang Xianzhi held the clay tablet sword and swung it towards Yulian City.
Yu Liancheng's body did not move, but he pointed out with one finger. The invisible energy turned into substance, condensed towards his fingertips, and suddenly turned into a sharp sword energy.
One finger breaks through the void.
The air within a ten-foot radius was stripped away, causing the air to sink and collapse.
Even with Wang Xianzhi's cultivation, when he stepped into the ten-foot range, he felt a slight tightness in his chest, and the surrounding air was squeezing towards him like a tide, causing the second-best man in the world to rarely hesitate in his movements, but The Clay Tablet Sword remained firm and unwavering.
The moment the finger sword and the mud sword clashed together, there was no collision of energy. The two powerful forces canceled each other out, appearing extremely silent, as strange as a pantomime.
But the ground beneath the two people's feet made a loud noise, with a continuous crackling sound. The gravel and soil flew away, shooting out in all directions.
The dirt and gravel were wrapped with two completely different sword energies, and screams immediately sounded out, but they were from some martial arts practitioners who were standing closer and unable to dodge. Once hit by gravel and soil, it is like being hit by a cannonball. All muscles and bones will be broken, which is terrible to see.
Wang Xianzhi's figure spun around, and as he spun around, the giant sword in his palm drew out again like lightning, sweeping towards Yulian City like thunder and lightning.
Yu Liancheng took another step forward, grabbing the sky with five fingers and smashing the heavy sword energy into pieces.
The two started fighting again, the speed getting faster and faster, and there were thunder and thunder explosions from time to time.
The battlefield is also changing rapidly, generally moving towards the East China Sea.
These two are both peerless masters who can kill land gods. Even though there are many martial arts experts present among the martial arts people present, except for a few people such as Cao Guanzi, the other masters are nothing more than a firefly to a bright moon, too weak compared to them. , you can’t even see how the two of them fought.
"Uncle Qizhao, which one of them is more powerful?"
Princess Xichu, who was watching the battle, tugged at Cao Guanzi's clothes.
Cao Guanzi came back to his senses and said with a smile: "Wang Xianzhi is a man who can compete with Lu Zu. In terms of martial arts, there is a long way between me and Deng Tai'a. He said he was second in the world, but actually he was first. But Murong However, Emperor Tong seems to be a visitor from outside the world. His physique, moves, energy and even fighting experience are beyond imagination and are eclectic. It is hard to say whether he will win or lose..."
Having said that, Cao Guanzi always had a premonition, a premonition that made him unbelievable.
Among the crowd watching the battle, there were people dressed in black and white walking together.
Both black and white are stunningly beautiful, and their temperaments are somewhat similar, but no one will confuse them.
The woman in black has an almost demonic feeling, and her pretty face seems to be always covered with a layer of ice, making her unapproachable. But the white clothes are pure and flawless, with a smile on her lips, like a goddess.
Of course, if someone has excellent eyesight and observes carefully, they may find that the woman in white is very similar to Emperor Murong Tong at this time, as if they were carved from the same mold.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng looked at the battle situation that was advancing towards the East China Sea, with an eager look in his beautiful eyes. If she had such a level of cultivation, not to mention Huishan, even the leader of the martial arts alliance would be a problem.
However, the fight between the two was too fast. Even though Xuanyuan Qingfeng's strength is no longer what it used to be, it is not easy to capture their movements.
Blinking his dry eyes, Xuanyuan Qingfeng turned to look at his best friend, who was concentrating on the special preserved fruit bought from Emperor Wu City: "Wuzhu, aren't you worried about him?"
"What are you worried about?" Murong Wuzhu looked at Xuanyuan Qingfeng with a strange look.
"Are you worried that Master Murong will lose? Your opponent is Wang Xianzhi, the old monster. Ever since he defeated the old sword god, he has become invincible and has never been defeated."
"Master Murong Mountain? Oh, you mean Emperor Tong." Murong Wuzhu realized it later, stretched out his pink tongue and licked the preserved fruit crumbs on his fingers: "He will not lose, I believe in him."
His tone was very calm, as if he believed that the sun would rise from the east tomorrow.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng smiled bitterly and said, "You really trust him very much."
Murong Wuzhu picked up another piece of preserved fruit and stuffed it into Cherry's little mouth, and said vaguely: "Ever since he was a child, he has never lost in a fight. Besides, if he loses, he loses. If he fights again, that's all."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's eyes darkened: "What you said is quite right, I just need to fight again."
…
Boom! !
Two figures crashed into the sea.
In an instant, the entire East China Sea seemed to have dropped dozens or hundreds of bombs, completely erupting, setting off a tsunami tens of feet high, and venting in all directions.
In the fight with Yu Liancheng, Wang Xianzhi not only wielded the giant sword, but also cooperated with his fists. Every attack is so powerful that it can split seas and mountains.
Wang Xianzhi is confident that even Li Chungang, who has returned to the world, will be defeated by his violent offensive.
But the person in front of him was like a dam stretching to the sky. No matter how the waves surged, they could not break the dam. Instead, some of the waves turned back, making him feel like he was tired of coping.
boom! !
On the sea, Yu Liancheng suddenly reached out and grabbed the huge mud sword with endless changes in his hand.
Wang Xianzhi tried hard and found that he couldn't shake it. But he was not surprised. In the previous fight, he had understood that the opponent's physical strength was by no means inferior to his.
"Wang Xianzhi, are you afraid that you will lose?" Yu Liancheng looked at Wang Xianzhi opposite with a pair of eyes that seemed to be capable of everything.
"No, I'm very excited." Wang Xianzhi's eyes flashed with majestic fighting spirit, and his energy became stronger and stronger.
"Hey, then I'll make you more excited."
Yu Liancheng sneered, and gently exerted force with his left hand holding the stone tablet sword, and suddenly a "breaking" force was sent out.
This sword, which was solidified by Wang Xianzhi using Qi machine and was harder than fine iron, was instantly shattered.
The next moment, Yu Liancheng suddenly appeared in front of Wang Xianzhi and punched the latter in the chest.
Wang Xianzhi was naturally unable to resist the overwhelming power and was thrown heavily into the East China Sea. The entire sea surface suddenly raised water walls tens to hundreds of feet high.
When Wang Xianzhi was completely knocked into the water, his lips opened and closed, but his voice was covered by the sound of the sea water. He could vaguely distinguish "This punch is powerful enough."
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