In ancient times, the world's martial arts came out of Shaolin. Today, there are world-breaking strong men coming out of China. The so-called world-breaking means to be extraordinary and look down on all living things!
A nation with a long history will always pass on its essence that is admired by the world.
What is the essence of China? It is martial arts. To put it in a more martial way, it is martial arts.
China has had the concept of fighting to be the best in the world since ancient times. This concept has not really disappeared even in today's era of rapid technological development.
On the contrary, as early as half a century ago, there was a famous decisive battle on the top of the Eagle Peak in China. That time, Lin Tianwang, who won the first place and became the best in the world, was even more amazing and an unrivaled legend. And after that
Although there are strong men who stand at the pinnacle of mankind trying to recreate the glory of the top of the Eagle Peak, it is a pity that they are born at the wrong time and never succeed. Even though the half-sword in the left hand and the black dragon spear in the right hand are the strongest talents in China for half a century.
Qiu Tian also failed to summon the most qualified and powerful men. In the end, he died in a battle that no one knew about, but it could be called a battle between gods.
It was not until twenty-eight years ago that this wish was realized. And compared to the summit of the Eagle Peak, this unprecedented decisive battle was even more terrifying.
The site was chosen as Everest. Masters came from all over the world. The number of people is unknown, and the list has never been leaked. However, according to insiders, this shocking battle actually surpassed the Battle of Jiufeng half a century ago. It can be said to have caused the world to pursue martial arts.
Wu Chi has been fascinated by it for a long time.
The term "world-shattering strongman" also comes from the coveted pinnacle battle twenty-eight years ago.
To be able to exert the strongest force in Everest, where the air is thin and the environment is harsh, is probably something that countless people who pursue martial arts want to do but dare not do, right?
And the Tan Qingzi in front of him, a top powerhouse with Qingfeng fame at home and abroad, is the former participant of Everest. He is also the senior who is respected as the world-breaking powerhouse!
Facing him, Muzi had no confidence at all. But sometimes, you have to do something you know you can't do!
Moreover, a battle with a world-shattering powerhouse is what a martial arts master like Muzi dreams of!
"Master Tan. He is from Xiaoshan Villa. He is also Xiao Wanqing's confidant. If you can avoid killing-"
Keng!
An iron nail suddenly struck, making a whistling sound.
Aos turned his head to avoid it and said, "It's up to you."
Masters, especially world-breaking masters, always don’t want to be told what to do. Not to mention the president of the Tianxiahui, an outsider who only has a cooperative relationship with the Shenxiahui. Even the person in power on the oval table cannot do anything.
Are you going to give some pointers to this world-beating strongman who became famous in a single battle twenty-eight years ago?
This is probably a common problem among world-breaking masters.
Snap.
Aos lit a cigarette and leaned against the door railing to quietly watch the fierce battle.
Muzi poked out with a stick, and his lower body was extremely calm, but his upper three lanes were unparalleled. If it were an ordinary master, he would be knocked down in one encounter. But Tan Qingzi's strength and skills have now reached the peak. How could he be defeated?
Is this junior forced to retreat with one blow?
But with a flick of his wrist, the long sword wound up like a spiritual snake. It seemed to guide Muzi's long stick in the direction without any effort.
Hiss——
The friction between the knife and stick produced dazzling sparks, and Muzi also felt a numbness in his wrist. It seemed slight, but in fact, there was an extremely terrifying agitation coming from the extremely high-frequency iron rod. If Muzi's arm strength had not been amazing, he would have been unable to hold it, and he would have escaped from the stick.
Ding ding.
Muzi hit the sword hard and swerved slightly to avoid the sword tip that looked like it had eyes. He slid back.
In a fight, it was he who took the initiative to attack, but he came back defeated without any suspense. Muzi was astonished, but also had a substantial understanding of the reputation of the world-shattering powerhouse.
He is worthy of being the world-beating strongman who became famous all over the world twenty-eight years ago. Muzi can be used in many ways just by relying on this skillful but powerful winding stick.
"Not bad." Tan Qingzi smiled indifferently, and his arm suddenly leaned forward, as if his body was pulled by a huge traction force. He stabbed forward lightly with a sword. "It's my turn."
Buzz!
The tip of the sword was simply held in his hand, but it was as powerful as a dragon. Before the sword edge even approached, Muzi smelled a strong dangerous aura. Even - he didn't know at what angle to fight back that sword.
Tan Qingzi looks flawless.
bite!
In desperation, Muzi raised his stick to block, and accurately deflected Tan Qingzi's sharp blow. However, this blow looked light, but in fact it was very powerful. The iron rod he was resisting was rubbed in his hand, and it actually tore apart.
The flesh and blood in the palm of my hand was broken. The pain was abnormal.
Deng Deng Deng.
Muzi continued to retreat, not daring to resist the majestic momentum.
"call--"
It wasn't until he stood firm that he involuntarily exhaled a thick breath of turbid air.
Tear!
Muzi pulled open the rolled-up cuffs, and the white shirt suddenly turned into several wide and long strips of cloth. After a few flips, Muzi tied the strips in the palm of his hand to prevent the danger of the iron rod falling off again.
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Upon seeing this, Tan Qingzi shook his head slightly and said: "Absolute brute force can only defeat opponents weaker than yourself."
"You'll know after you try it." Muzi's stiff and numb right arm shook up and down, and his feet suddenly swooped down, like a tiger out of its cage swooping down.
Bang!
The strike landed with a volley. Tan Qingzi sidestepped and was about to turn back and stab the sword. Unexpectedly, Muzi's missed stick hit him sideways, hitting the side of Tan Qingzi's head.
bite!
The stick was not struck solidly, and was stabbed three inches away by the tip of Tan Qingzi's sword. The iron rod was immediately relieved of most of its strength. However, this time the iron rod was tightly wrapped around the palm of the hand, and there was no sign of letting go. Therefore, the strength
The giant Muzi gritted his teeth suddenly, and the strength of the weak stick reappeared. He hit Tan Qingzi without hesitation as if he had been injected with his soul.
Tan Qingzi had no choice but to step down and get out of the attack range lightly.
"The strength is pretty good." Tan Qingzi said calmly. "Try mine again."
call out!
I saw Tan Qingzi rub his feet, and a sharp and harsh friction sound suddenly sounded. The sharp long sword suddenly shot out like a bright pop. It was so fast that Muzi couldn't see the sword track.
Whoosh!
The strong wind rushed towards him, but Muzi stamped his feet fiercely and faced it.
He can't avoid it, nor can he retreat.
If he takes a step back, his strength will weaken. If he is weak, Tan Qingzi will be strong.
He didn't want to widen the distance between the two anymore. He clenched the iron rod with exposed veins in his wrist and stabbed it accurately.
Keng!
The tip of the sword and the iron rod collided with each other with precise calculation. Just the majestic force coming from the tip of the sword made Muzi's wrist numb. If it were not wrapped with cloth, the iron rod would have been released on the spot.
Even so, the wrapped strip of cloth still made a hissing sound. It was likely that most of it was broken.
Buzz!
The tip of the sword swung again, and actually pushed the iron rod away from Muzi's hand. It turned into a bolt of lightning and stabbed Muzi's throat.
The coming force is fierce. No one can stop it!
Deng Deng Deng.
Muzi saw the long sword stabbing at him quickly, and it was difficult for the hand holding the stick to regain strength in a short time, so he had to quickly step back to avoid its sharp edge.
But how could Tan Qingzi let him go when he was at a disadvantage?
He retreats.
Tan Qingzi then entered.
He retreated quickly. Tan Qingzi advanced even faster.
Seeing that the leader was forced into a desperate situation, several of Muzi's confidants rushed out and tried to help Muzi rescue him.
"Back off!"
In desperation, Muzi shouted angrily.
When those people heard this, they froze.
The first rule of guarding the Xiao family: strictly obey orders!
One person is running towards each other, and one person is running against each other.
Who can run faster and last longer?
This is a question that even a three-year-old child can answer. So Muzi quickly took action.
His right arm holding the iron rod regained some strength. With a turn of his wrist, the slightly drooping long rod wound up like a tiger and collided with the extremely ferocious long sword.
Ding ding!
The long sword that was moving at high speed was not deflected by the iron rod, but slowed down slightly. Muzi's iron rod was once again blown away. There were bursts of tearing pain from the tiger's mouth. You didn't need to look at Muzi to understand that,
The tiger's mouth must have been torn at this moment.
But Muzi was waiting for this moment.
He knew very well that the sword of the world-shattering warrior would never be knocked away by him so easily. He sacrificed the tiger's mouth on his right hand to break, just to slow down the sword!
Phew!
Muzi stretched out his left hand that was holding back and grabbed the long sword that was about to pierce his throat out of thin air. With blood splattering on his palm, he stabilized his figure.
Tan Qingzi did not expect that Muzi would take such action, and there was a hint of strangeness in his eyes. But he quickly raised his wrist to pull out the long sword from Muzi's hand.
only--
"Hehe -" Muzi, whose hands were full of blood, grinned in a weird and ferocious manner. Before Tan Qingzi could react, he pulled out the iron rod on his right arm again.
Because the tiger's mouth was broken, Muzi held the stick with only four fingers and drew backwards!
call!
Carrying the fierce wind, the iron rod seemed to shatter the air. It whipped towards the side of Tan Qingzi's head.
"Let go!"
How could a master of his level do the scandal of throwing away his weapon in front of a junior?
Seeing the iron rod getting closer and closer, a huge force poured into the long sword. He turned and pulled his wrist, and it flew out with Muzi's little finger.
Phew!
Blood flew from his hand. Muzi didn't care at all and completed the sharp blow!
Tan Qingzi could no longer block with his sword. In desperation, he raised his left arm to block.
Snap.
He followed suit and accurately grasped the powerful iron rod. There was a burning pain in his hand.
call out!
He held the iron rod in his hand. Muzi followed up with the second blow. He rubbed his feet and kicked Tan Qingzi violently in the chest.
This was an offensive that Muzi had planned early on. Even before the iron rod was grasped, Muzi's foot was preparing a second blow. Therefore, although Tan Qingzi had been famous for a long time, he could not dodge Muzi's sharp kick.
Bang!
The power of this heart-piercing kick was astonishing. It landed on Tan Qingzi's chest and actually kicked him straight out!
Deng Deng Deng.
Tan Qingzi, who landed on the ground, staggered back a few steps and stabbed the ground with his long sword before he steadied himself.
However, the moment he stood firm, his face turned extremely blue. He lost his previous air of grace, and even lost the pretentious demeanor of a master. His eyes were dancing with thick poisonous fire, as if he wanted to chop Muzi into pieces.
Only then can we relieve our hatred!
Aos, who was watching the battle, sighed lightly and sentenced Muzi to death in advance.
If Tan Qingzi is angered, who else in the world can save him?
