Without the pressure of that aura, Gu Zhenghai also fell from the wall with a pop. He ran forward with great joy and shouted, "Brother Yang, we win..."
Just as he was halfway through his words, he suddenly noticed that Yang Xuan's face was frighteningly pale, as if it were half a piece of white paper, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
"Brother Yang, are you okay?"
Gu Zhenghai quickly asked worriedly.
Yang Xuan waved his hand gently, his breath seemed a little weak, "It's okay, the real energy is consumed too much, it will be fine if you slow down a bit."
After hearing this, Gu Zhenghai felt relieved. He was about to reach out to help Yang Xuan, but suddenly he saw the monk Wenzui, who was lying on the ground bleeding from his orifices, move.
This frightened Gu Zhenghai quite a lot. At this time, Yang Xuan's body still needed time to recover, and it would be a disaster if the great monk got up again.
Even Yang Xuan's pupils shrank slightly.
Although he won this battle, it was a bit of a fluke.
If the two sides fight in a fair fight, with bare hands, Yang Xuan is definitely no match for Wenzui Monk.
Yang Xuan just took advantage of Monk Wenzui's weakness. He deliberately exposed a flaw, allowing Monk Wenzui to exert his strength in an instant, and then moved his body away, exposing the wine jar to Monk Wenzui's fist.
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The drunken monk regarded the wine vat as more important than his own life, and suddenly withdrew his strength in desperation.
Anyone who knows a little bit about martial arts knows that in the flow of Qi, the most taboo thing is to advance and withdraw at the same time.
When the monk Wenzui punched Yang Xuan, his true energy was injected very violently. If he suddenly withdrew his strength at this time, the true energy in his body would become chaotic for a moment.
No matter how high your level is, you cannot avoid this situation as long as you take this opportunity. It's just that people with advanced cultivation can greatly reduce the moment of aura disorder when encountering this situation.
In fact, people who have reached the level of asking a drunken monk don't understand this truth. It's just that the wine jar is too precious to him. He will risk his life to protect this wine jar which is more valuable than his life.
A precious wine vat.
Although Yang Xuan's battle was very opportunistic, it still relied on his own strong ability.
For people who have reached the level of asking a drunken monk, the confusion of this moment is very small, and they must control this moment very accurately. There must be no mistakes in either timing or angle.
Secondly, one's own cultivation level must also be very strong. Otherwise, facing an opponent like Monk Wenzui, even if his breath is disordered for a moment, if his own true energy is not enough, he will not be able to cause fatal damage to the opponent.
Life and death fighting is by no means a ring competition. There are no rules here. As long as you can kill your opponent, any method can be used.
So even if Yang Xuan is opportunistic, this is also a test of a person's wisdom, judgment, courage, courage and decisiveness.
As long as there is even the slightest hesitation in these factors, it will never be possible to seize this opportunity that only exists for a moment.
Because there is a lot of gambling involved, Yang Xuan must not make any mistakes. When attacking the monk Wenzui, he directly condensed the whole body's true energy in an instant in a way that was very harmful to the body.
Seek to maximize lethality.
This is not the first time for Yang Xuan that such a life-and-death situation exists.
It was through these life and death tests that he was able to grow rapidly. If he wanted to become a famous figure on the battlefield, in addition to excellent strength, he must also have a certain amount of luck.
There are actually many geniuses in this world, but most geniuses end prematurely before their talents have time to be used.
For example, Yang Xuan himself, if he had been hit by a stray bullet or bombed by a cannonball when he first went to the battlefield, he would no longer be the world-famous champion he is now.
Or maybe in the past, when life and death were on the line, as long as there was one time when luck was not that good, we would not be where we are today.
So luck, something that seems ethereal, is actually very important.
At this time, due to the forced and sudden release of his true energy, his body will temporarily experience a brief period of weakness.
At this time, Yang Xuan couldn't beat even a slightly stronger man, let alone a new fight with the drunken monk.
But he soon discovered that this was just a false alarm.
Although Monk Wenzui did not completely die, he also lost any fighting ability and was just lingering on.
When the drunken monk was dying, he still used all his strength to crawl inch by inch toward his most beloved large wine vat.
"I'm going to kill this fat pig!"
Gu Zhenghai's eyes flashed with fierceness, but Yang Xuan raised his hand to stop him, "Forget it, let him die with peace of mind."
Even though the great monk almost killed Yang Xuan just now, and even though the great monk was once notorious in the dark world, he has no grudges against Yang Xuan and the Xuanzi Army.
As long as it's not on the battlefield, or when it's not necessary and there is great suffering and hatred, Yang Xuan will respect these dying people as much as possible.
What's more, this drunken monk was once a famous figure in the dark world, and he could be regarded as a senior to Yang Xuan.
So Yang Xuan chose to give him the last bit of dignity.
It has to be said that this Wenzui monk's cultivation is indeed very strong. Even though all the meridians in his body were shattered and at least seven critical points were smashed, he did not die completely immediately.
The drunken monk moved towards the big wine vat inch by inch with great difficulty.
Finally, one of his hands touched the large wine vat.
He slowly turned his head, bleeding from his orifices, but his expression did not show any fear, and even a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if to express his gratitude to Yang Xuan for his final success.
Then, he suddenly used all his strength, his eyes fixed on a corner of the stone house, and his other hand struggled to slowly stretch out, pointing in the direction where his eyes were staring.
The last trace of breath has fallen, and this famous figure in the past has truly come to an end today.
From then on, there really was no such person as Wenzui Monk in the world.
Or perhaps, the drunken monk died more than ten years ago, and now he is just a drunkard.
"Brother Yang, there's something wrong with this great monk's expression."
As the captain of Green Peony's escort, Gu Zhenghai naturally had a bright mind. He looked at the great monk and wondered, "Since he likes his big wine vat so much, he should have rushed his face towards the big wine vat before he died."
"But just now, he clearly used the last bit of strength in his body to turn his face in another direction, and his fingers were also pointing in the same direction as his face."
As he spoke, Gu Zhenghai looked in the direction of the great monk's gaze and fingers, and found that the great monk was staring at a corner of the stone house, but there was nothing there.