Wang Xianzhi said calmly, "I have lived for too long and have seen too many things, and I usually have nothing to say to anyone. I find it interesting to hear your big words.
It's just that you have your own reasons, and I have my own reasons. Now, whoever has a bigger fist among us has a greater reason. No matter how good you are, I won't be willing to listen to you.
Thinking about my reasoning, you probably don’t want to hear it either.
Then we can just show fists."
Above the sky where Wang Xianzhi stood, winds and clouds surged, and large pieces of colorful clouds quickly gathered, like an immortal spreading a huge brocade.
Among the good words of gold and jade contained in the Taoist Danding sect, there is a saying that three flowers gather at the top and five qi move towards the yuan. However, the current scene obviously goes far beyond this scope.
Wang Xianzhi probably couldn't hold it back anymore, and was about to launch a killing move. After killing someone, he would open the Heavenly Gate on his own, but not to ascend to Heaven and be among the Immortals in one go, but to guard the Heavenly Gate as a human warrior.
Zhang Yange looked at him calmly, "You are actually no different from those people I hate.
Some people feel that only their own life matters!
Some people think that the fate of princes, generals and ministers is fate!
Do you think that the fate of the warriors in the world is destiny?
So you don't want us to close the gate of heaven and let the warriors in the world stop thinking about ascension.
But I have seen too many warriors who bully the weak, and their lives are worthless."
Wang Xianzhi was unmoved and took a breath. His silvery white hair instantly turned into black and blue. He was originally a burly old man and looked like a man in his prime.
Now it is not only a matter of victory or defeat, but also life and death.
The figure became more and more complicated, and on the line, there were more than two hundred images of the hero that were densely packed and had no time to dissipate.
Wang Xianzhi kept punching all the time. He didn't care that Zhang Yange was using his fists to exercise his unintegrated body. In his opinion, Zhang Yange was asking for trouble, because there was always one punch that would be the straw that broke the camel's back.
From the first punch, Zhang Yange sheathed the Zhuxian Sword.
He started to resist with both hands.
On the two-mile-long straight line cut out on the ground, Wang Xianzhi's figures are increasing and increasing, and they can be called countless. I am afraid that even the masters of the ten martial arts judges will feel numb when watching the battle.
But if Lin Ya is present and sees with his own eyes Wang Xianzhi who maintains the offensive, and observes carefully, he will definitely benefit a lot and make further progress in the martial arts.
Because this is the most brilliant boxing chart in the world!
Wang Xianzhi could not throw less than 600 punches, and Zhang Yange accepted more than 600 punches from all comers.
He and Wang Xianzhi are completely opposite extremes.
One is the strongest spear, the other is the strongest shield!
Wang Xianzhi's figure was too fast and her attacks were too fast. But Zhang Yange relied on Tai Chi to resolve them all.
Behind the old man, there was finally a belated loud shaking sound in the distance. Perhaps this was the habit of seeing lightning before hearing thunder that the world has become accustomed to.
It is common sense in the world to make great efforts and then fail again and again.
However, when the figure of Wang Xianzhi who stayed at the same place at the end began to disappear, Wang Xianzhi, who seemed to be unable to climb endlessly, was like a climber, resting for a moment before continuing to climb, and suddenly speeding up the pace to climb higher, all the while punching with one hand.
Wang Xianzhi raised both hands...
Make a big drumbeat!
By this time his left arm had recovered.
Wang Xianzhi smashed his fists hard between Zhang Yange's hands. This beat of the drum sounded at the same time as the belated thunder of the fists behind him.
This time Zhang Yange could no longer resolve the issue.
Since it can't be resolved, let's go head-on.
Zhang Yange suddenly changed his moves and used his arm as a whip!
Integrate the strength of Tai Chi into it, and then fall down.
boom!
This time, the earth cracked, and the entire sky seemed to be torn in half.
Lost!
Zhang Yange lost!
He was lying straight on the ground, and Wang Xianzhi's face was also very ugly.
Wang Xianzhi walked to Zhang Yange's side and asked, "What's the name of that boxing technique?"
Zhang Yange simply didn't have the energy to answer.
"If I can see the person who created this fist, I will kill him!" Wang Xianzhi said seriously.
There was a hint of jealousy in his tone.
After saying this, he turned and left. If Zhang Yange hadn't been as strong as Gao Shulu, he probably wouldn't be alive now.
"wait wait wait!"
Wang Xianzhi just went to kill people. Zhang Yange was alive mainly because of Gao Shulu's physical strength. But Wang Xianzhi never expected that Zhang Yange could still stand up.
He actually made himself wait.
Wang Xianzhi looked at him!
In Yitian World, Lao Zhang, who is over 100 years old, has a very good temper, and he will basically show mercy to others.
Except for two situations of course.
One situation is that the opponent is a policeman, and the other situation is that someone wants to kill his apprentice.
Xiao Zhang also has a good temper, but the one he respects the most in the world is Lao Zhang.
Originally, he planned to hand over this weak Wang Xianzhi to Xu Fengnian.
But the last words of Mr. Wang made Zhang Yange think!
It was necessary for him to kill him because he dared to have murderous intention towards Lao Zhang! Wang Xianzhi was not surprised to see Zhang Yange's murderous intention.
Deep down in his heart, he even had the intention of irritating Zhang Yange, because Wang Xianzhi also understood that he was now at the end of his battle.
If he fights against the King of Northern Liang who unites the three religions, he will basically die. He wants to separate life and death from Zhang Yange!
In his opinion, dying in Zhang Yange's hands might be a good thing.
Wang Xianzhi looked at Zhang Yange.
The latter's body ignited with golden flames!
Zhang Yange started to fight hard.
The two took a step forward in tacit understanding, and then exchanged punches.
Now the two of them no longer care about moves or techniques.
They all just want to win!
Wang Xianzhi's energy traveled thousands of miles. Although he became more courageous and stronger as he fought, it was also coming to an end.
Both of them knew it well
When Xu Fengnian arrived, Zhang Yange and Wang Xianzhi made the final move.
At this time, Xu Fengnian, who is one of the three religions, does not hide and avoid, waiting for the final result of the two of them.
"I lost!" Wang Xianzhi sighed.
Zhang Yange could hardly stand, but he gritted his teeth and persisted.
A magnificent gate appeared in the sky, seemingly waiting for Wang Xianzhi.
Wang Xianzhi shouted loudly and split his soul into three parts.
One big and two small!
The biggest one belonged to Zhang Yange, one went to Emperor Wu City in the East China Sea, and the last one belonged to the little boy who broke into the shepherd nearby.
The majestic heavenly gate gradually dissipated.
Wang Xianzhi does not ascend, reincarnate, or live in poverty, but generously gives three opportunities to the future world.
"Zhang Yange, I hope you can keep your word and let everyone in this world live straight." These were the last words Wang Xianzhi left to the world.
Xu Fengnian looked left and right in confusion, while Zhang Yange fainted with a pale face.