At this time, Zhang Yange also came out of the pit.
What little of Gao Shulu's heavenly body was left was completely digested by him.
"Whether your body is tall or not, it actually doesn't matter." Wang Xianzhi said in a deep voice.
Zhang Yange vomited blood and just smiled without answering.
When Wang Xianzhi saw this, he didn't speak again. He liked Zhang Yange's temperament very much. If he could speak with his fists, he would use his mouth less.
Zhang Yange pulled out the Beiliang Dao from his waist.
Wang Xianzhi frowned slightly, he really felt that using a knife now was not a good choice.
But since this is Zhang Yange's choice, then he has to pay the price for his choice!
Zhang Yange takes action!
He entered that mysterious and mysterious state again.
There was no trace of emotion in his eyes.
Wang Xianzhi's murderous intent surged out, and he didn't like Zhang Yange's condescending look.
He actually looked at himself with some pity.
Zhang Yange refined the world's sword skills into eight moves.
At this time, eight moves are combined into one move!
This knife is like a freehand splash of ink on paper, and the blade is the tip of the pen with heavy ink, spilling out a huge arc.
Wang Xianzhi did not hide or dodge. She pressed the top of the Gangqi Arc with one hand and was carried high into the sky by the arc of swords until she disappeared into the sky and disappeared completely.
Higher up where Wang Xianzhi stopped, the Gang Qi that was cut through a gap did not dissipate in Jiutian. Instead, it was like the Guangling River rushing past, forming a more majestic turn back in the old salt warehouse.
tide!
The great tide poured down from the sky.
That knife made Zhang Yange seem to kill Wang Xianzhi to the nine heavens.
Zhang Yange was very satisfied with this knife.
After he came to the Snow World, his strength was quite good.
So he doesn't have to think about the structure of the world, the princes and generals, or the rules of the chessboard.
As long as there is any injustice, Zhang Yange will definitely take care of it!
If you don’t believe me, ask Wu Lingsu, ask Wei Longwang, ask Zhao Yi and his son!
This sword is in this state.
After one strike, Zhang Yange sheathed the Beiliang Sword.
At this time Wang Xianzhi stood in the sky.
However, his left arm recovered unexpectedly, but Wang Xianzhi looked much older to the naked eye.
Suddenly the gate of heaven opens!
Zhang Yange was not afraid of the dazzling light at all and looked up!
Golden light will shine from the Tianmen, and the whole earth will tremble.
Wang Xianzhi stood in mid-air like a god.
But he punched Tianmen.
Wails and screams were instantly heard from the Tianmen.
"In the battle between me and him, heaven and man intervened, and I killed heaven and man! Mortals blocked it, and I killed mortals." Wang Xianzhi could say this, and it was obvious that he regarded Zhang Yange as a life-and-death enemy.
Zhang Yange smiled at Old Monster Wang.
This old man was vicious and ruthless, but he was very proud of a warrior. The golden light in the sky just now was to help him repair the damage caused by the battle with Zhang Yange.
As a result, Wang Xianzhi punched him to death.
"How much have you learned about Li Chungang's sword?" Wang Xianzhi asked in a deep voice.
"Let City Lord Wang take a look." After Zhang Yange said this, he unsheathed the Immortal Killing Sword.
As soon as the Zhuxian Sword is unsheathed, the sword energy on the sword weighs a thousand catties...
Wang Xianzhi rushed down, and his five fingers were like knives falling down hard.
A sleeve of blue dragon!
Zhang Yange gently shook the Immortal Killing Sword, and the sword energy rushed upward.
The energy of the sword is like ink, and a sword can raise a dragon.
Finally, the sword and the hand knife collided together, and everything around them was annihilated by the collision between the two of them.
The door did not escape that day and was eventually blown up.
Zhang Yange gritted his teeth fiercely, and the veins on Wang Xianzhi's neck popped out. This time, the two of them didn't have any skills, they only fought for themselves.
The way!
Zhang Yange’s Sword Art
Martial arts with Wang Xianzhi!
Suddenly, Wang Xianzhi's left hand pulled a thunderbolt from the sky and hit Zhang Yange directly on the forehead.
In Liyang Palace
Zhao Zhuan looked at the constantly updated information and said, "Zhang Yange!"
He said with some regret, "It is a pity that such a person died in Wang Xianzhi's hands."
Song Diao Si beside him did not speak.
Over the years, he has become Zhao Zhuan's most trusted eunuch, but he walks on thin ice and has always been very cautious.
If you can keep your mouth shut around Zhao Zhuan, then you will definitely keep your mouth shut.
"I met Zhang Yange once, and at that time I felt that if he had met me first, we might become very good friends." Zhao Zhuan said with a smile.
"But since he has become friends with Xu Fengnian, he should die!"
The last four died, he said very coldly.
Song Diao Si still had no intention of answering.
"It would be best if Xu Fengnian died together with him!"
At this time, Xu Fengnian traveled a thousand miles and rushed to the place where Zhang Yange and Wang Xianzhi fought.
Wang Xianzhi's heart was bleeding profusely.
Apart from Zhang Yange's pale complexion, he had no other injuries.
Wang Xianzhi said weakly, "When I was still a scholar, I had a heart-to-heart conversation with a senior scholar. He said something that I still remember to this day.
Rather than recording history in writing, it is better to hang one's head on the country's gate.
But in those troubled times, this scholar just died in the chaos of war. He neither put his ambition into the temple nor died in a worthy place.
When I heard the news of his death, when I collected his body, I just pulled it out from the hundreds of corpses lying in the mud on the roadside and buried them hastily.
The long sword that this gentleman wore during his lifetime was probably worth dozens of taels of silver and had been taken away by others long ago. The relics of the gentleman were given to villains as goods in exchange for official hats or wine money."
Zhang Yange looked at him, and Wang Xianzhi continued, "I, Wang Xianzhi, have never blocked the path of a younger generation. I sit in the East China Sea, and in my lifetime, there has never been a brave warrior like Liu Songtao who has caused trouble in the world.
The imperial court is powerful, with iron armor and cavalry galloping around. I don't want the warriors 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 expect warriors to be able to deal with it easily, I just hope that more warriors can take a step forward when they are desperate, or even before death, instead of just kneeling down and kowtow to beg for mercy.
Wang Xianzhi doesn’t ask for much, it’s just one step for the warriors all over the world.”
When Wang Xianzhi said the last sentence, Zhang Yange shook his head.
"That step you mentioned is not easy to take. My master once told me that the thing he regretted most in his life was that he acted heroically and saved a family of three.
A year later, that family of three still died, tragically!" Zhang Yange recalled.
"My master went down from the mountain and brought seventy years of peace to the world by himself. When I walked in the world, the evil people were all hiding in the dark, and there was no such thing as a big woman doing great evil.
Before I first entered the world, my master told me.
If you act chivalrously and righteously, then all future troubles will be eradicated!
I came here to see a father who knelt down to a gang of bandits in order to protect his son. If I hadn't met him, his son would have been able to escape.
But if we take a step forward as you say, the price will be too high for ordinary people."
"Then Zhang Yange, can you protect everyone?" Wang Xianzhi asked.