Wang Xianzhi was slightly surprised. The fifteenth sword that he punched did not break in the end.
Song Nianqing breathed her last breath.
Wang Xianzhi ignored him and strode away to Beiliang.
The old horse whined. Song Nianqing wanted to reach out and pull the rope but found that he couldn't do it.
Wang Xianzhi, who had already walked far away, stopped because he saw a person coming from a distance. The person was stepping on the breeze and moving very fast.
Zhang Yange and Wang Xianzhi passed each other.
He ignored Wang Xianzhi and looked at Song Nianqing, who was barely breathing.
"Don't close your eyes! If you close your eyes, you really won't be able to open them." Zhang Yange put his hand on Song Nianqing's back.
Dahuangting's true energy poured into Song Nianqing's body like a tide. Song Nianqing's face, which was already dying, looked much better visible to the naked eye.
Seeing Zhang Yange healing Song Nianqing's injuries, Wang Xianzhi stopped caring about him and strode off directly.
Zhang Yange was sweating slightly on his forehead, and Song Nianqing's life was saved.
"Yan Ge, you saved me again." Song Nianqing said with an apologetic smile.
"Brother Song, please help me delay," Zhang Yange said.
"What's wrong?" Song Nianqing looked at Zhang Yange and found that she couldn't see through him more and more.
"I don't know if I haven't fought before." Zhang Yange said with a smile.
"Don't lose." Song Nianqing said weakly, "I believe you can defeat that weird old man Wang!"
"I'll try my best." Zhang Yange felt relieved when he saw that he was fine.
After he finished speaking, he stood up and his whole body shone with thunder and lightning.
Old Monster Wang looked back and stopped.
Zhang Yange crashed into him like a lightning point.
Northern Liang Prince's Mansion
Xu Fengnian was traveling in the Spring and Autumn Period at this time. After Zhang Yange left, Huang Sanjia opened the book and gave Xu Fengnian the Confucian fortune in the book.
However, Xu Fengnian still needs some time to unify the three religions.
"Don't you feel bad for giving up that opportunity to Zhang Yange?" Huang Sanjia asked, looking at Xu Fengnian with her eyes closed.
"I don't feel bad!" Xu Fengnian opened her eyes directly.
"That's right! He can give you the luck to kill Tuoba Bodhisattva, and it seems reasonable for you to give him a celestial body as tall as tree dew." Huang Sanjia knew that there was nothing serious about Miss Hehe, and he was completely relieved.
Zhang Yange blocked the road not only to help him buy time, but also to completely eliminate the old monster Wang.
But anyone who tells this kind of thing will think Zhang Yange is crazy.
Even if he gets Gao Shulu's heavenly body.
Gao Shulu was the great demon four hundred years ago, the only peerless master who could walk across the rivers and lakes as a deity. He was the last prince of the Dafeng Dynasty. He went to the mountains to seek enlightenment and asked how to interpret the immortal word. No one could understand it and he did not want to ascend the throne.
As emperor, the dragons were leaderless, and the Dafeng dynasty was trampled to pieces by the cavalry on the grassland.
Later, he was able to forget his worries and achieve the realm of heaven and human. He caused a bloody storm in the north and south of the country, and no one dared to call him a master. He even killed two land swordsmen of the same era, established the first level and four realms, and fought against the unknown Taoist who came into being.
The two had a hearty battle, and the nameless Taoist knew that Gao Shulu's heart was as high as the sky. He bet with Gao Shulu on whether he could unlock the mountain-opening talisman, and Gao Shulu was sealed by the talisman.
That unknown Taoist is one of the reincarnations of Xu Fengnian.
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Later, Xu Fengnian's soul left her body, and Gao Shulu originally fought with him.
After the war, Gao Shulu's soul was annihilated, and Xu Fengnian gave Gao Shulu's celestial body to Zhang Yange.
If Zhang Yange hadn't completely understood the Tao of Tai Chi, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to digest Gao Shulu's heavenly body quickly.
However, Zhang Yange has not yet fully digested it.
Wang Xianzhi strode forward, without seeming to have too much elaboration. He faced Zhang Yange and simply threw out a single punch, which was enough to defeat him ten times with one force.
The two heavenly bodies collided, and the solemn and sublime sound of Huang Zhongda Lu suddenly sounded between heaven and earth.
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yange bumped into Wang Xianzhi with his shoulder, but Wang Xianzhi just hit him with a punch.
On Zhang Yange's forehead.
Wang Xianzhi blocked the East China Sea tide, which symbolizes the power of heaven, year after year, and still remained unmoved, even unscathed. However, despite the impact, his feet sank deeply into the yellow sand and slipped sixteen to seventy feet away.
Of course, Zhang Yange didn't feel well either. He was hit on the forehead between the eyebrows by a punch. His steps were staggered more than a foot above the ground, but he still maintained his posture of walking against the wind, and his retreat distance was roughly the same as Wang Xianzhi's.
Wang Xianzhi raised his eyebrows slightly. He naturally saw that Zhang Yange had obtained Gao Shulu's body, but Zhang Yange had only digested five or six points of his body that day.
With a celestial body of five or six points, Zhang Yange was no match for him.
Wang Xianzhi didn't know when Zhang Yange got Gao Shulu Physique. If he had known that it was before leaving Beiliang, he might have felt that Zhang Yange had outstanding talent.
The two of them didn't talk nonsense and bumped into each other directly.
This time, the two elbows collided and blocked first. Wang Xianzhi pushed his palm upwards diagonally and hit Zhang Yange on the forehead.
This old guy likes to hit people on the forehead.
Zhang Yange raised his hand and hit Wang Xianzhi directly in the heart.
Zhang Yange's body was shaken by a palm hit on the forehead, but he finally stopped his decline by hovering in the air eight or nine feet away. His sleeves swayed slightly, as if he were ascending to the sky.
Wang Xianzhi took a beating but still stopped in place, but with her knees submerged in the sand, she raised her head and looked at the young man with a calm expression.
He's been hit before!
At that time, Zhang Yange's moves and attacks were just unreasonable.
But at this time, the beating is both hard and soft, which is indescribable.
The old man in Mai didn't say anything. When he reached the top of the human world, his heart felt like an ancient well. After waiting for many years, he no longer had the same mood as when he cut off a wooden horse or an ox with his fingers.
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But the blow just now made him feel that way again. It was a hodgepodge of surprise, surprise, and happiness, really like drinking fine wine.
Wang Xianzhi dusted his sleeves and smiled for no reason.
After reaching the first level, fighting in the same realm, especially the death duel between masters in the Vajra realm, melts the body, energy, and energy into one furnace. It is often a process of stripping off the cocoon, taking off clothes and armor, and the body's energy energy must be eliminated first before the body's muscles and bones can be damaged.
But this kid is as confident as himself, almost arrogant, that is, no matter how full of energy you have, he will do the opposite and insist on getting rid of you once and for all. He will destroy you first before talking about anything else!
However, Wang Xianzhi thinks there is nothing wrong with Zhang Yange's self-confidence.
Because Zhang Yange's physical fitness at this time was not inferior to his at all.
The two of them had just fought for less than three rounds, and Zhang Yange had already digested seven points of Gao Shulu's heavenly body.
Most warriors are obsessed with the protection brought by their great fortune, just like those in official circles who find a great backer and amulet, and have a smooth journey. Over time, they forget how to persist in being self-reliant.
Whether it’s the Zhixuan who steals mysteries and asks about immortality, or the celestial phenomena that claim to be symbiotic and resonant with the heaven and earth, in Wang Xianzhi’s view, they have actually gone astray. No matter how powerful these people are, they cannot escape the sad fate of being their lackeys and relying on others!