This is the name a warrior calls his senior. The relationship between them is no longer that of grandfather and grandson.
Wang Zhiyuan's expression froze. In his heart, something seemed to be lost forever.
Looking back in the direction of the palace, he sighed deeply and secretly shook his head.
"I won't hold back this palm, so be careful."
"Whether it's life or death, I, Wang Xuan, will be responsible for it. Seniors don't have to worry about it."
He waved the iron sword in his hand and took a stance.
Wang Xuan is now somewhat wary of others and has been pretending to be blind.
Although the acting is very poor, it is not particularly conspicuous in the dark.
"Winds and lingering clouds."
As the last move in Qingfeng Sword Technique, it is also the most powerful move.
The best defense is to attack. The gap between the two is too big. Even so, Wang Xuan has to force himself to calm down and use offense instead of defense.
His pupils shrank, and Wang Zhiyuan took action.
Pushing it out with a palm, it was unremarkable, as if it didn't have any strength at all.
But it was this palm that seemed to have no power at all that made Wang Xuan tremble all over.
At this moment, he felt like he was locked tightly by the other party. He wanted to dodge, but it was absolutely impossible to do so.
The sense of crisis in my heart grew stronger and stronger, and my blood seemed to freeze.
The long sword was handed out, and a momentum rose from the ground and swept towards the palm.
The palms and swords intersected, and the blazing fire burning next to them seemed to be stagnant.
A strong force came, and Wang Xuan couldn't help but fall back, threw it high, and then fell heavily.
His breath suddenly became weak. There was a palm print on his chest and a bloody palm print on his back.
"It turns out to be the Blood Poison Palm."
All over the body, the blood was flowing at high speed.
With a sound of "Wow", a mouthful of blood spurted out, mixed with a little blood clot, which seemed to have hurt the lungs.
Holding an iron sword, he knelt on one knee, breathing heavily.
"My surname is Wang. I have completed the promise of one palm. You can leave now."
Opposite Wang Zhiyuan looked at his palm and found that there was a little bit of broken skin on it and a drop of blood flowing out.
He frowned, looking a little unhappy.
"Hahaha, kid, don't say harsh words if you don't have the strength. I admit that you have a little bit of ability, and you can actually hurt me, but I want to teach you a truth today, that is, if you don't have the ability, don't be arrogant. Who said you would take it?
You can leave with just this palm, and there will be a second palm and a third palm waiting for you."
"You... are shameless. I didn't expect you to be a despicable person."
"Hey, if you don't have the strength, just be an honest person. With such an arrogant attitude, do you think I will let you go?"
At this moment, Wang Xuan felt like he was shaking with anger, and that old smiling face wanted to run over and tear him apart.
"It's no secret that you are still one of the strongest men in Xuanyang City. I didn't expect you to go back on your word. Today is an eye-opener."
"Wang Xuan, Wang Xuan, I didn't expect that your cultivation could still be so powerful after being crippled. Speaking of which, I really can't do it."
After finishing speaking, Wang Zhiyuan laughed silently, with a sarcastic smile on his face.
Seeing the angry look on Wang Xuan's face, the iron sword in his hand tightened again and again. Wang Zhiyuan no longer hesitated, and swung out his palm again, directly attacking Wang Xuan.
Compared with just now, Wang Xuan found that this palm was more powerful, and he could suppress him with just the wind of the palm. He had a feeling that he would not be able to take this palm.
This palm of death completely aroused Wang Xuan's desire to survive.
The momentum burst out from his whole body, and at this moment he held a sword in both hands.
"Winds and lingering clouds."
The blossoming sword flowers formed a row, sweeping toward Wang Zhiyuan with murderous intent.
The gap between the two sides was really too big. The most powerful move in Wang Xuan's hand collapsed layer by layer under the wind of his palm, like a bubble, completely bursting.
The palm wind was about to come, and the powerful power made him take a step back.
A feeling of suffocation filled his whole body, and the iron sword was placed across his chest in a defensive posture.
Just when he felt that he was on the verge of death, suddenly, a dark shadow came out, grabbed Wang Xuan's arm, jumped up, and disappeared into the darkness.
Wang Zhiyuan seemed not surprised by the appearance of the black shadow.
He turned around and looked at the closed door of the City Lord's Mansion, showing an inexplicable smile, then tapped his toes and hurried towards the Wang family.
When Wang Xuan regained consciousness, he found himself in a hidden part of the street.
The location is less than a hundred feet away from the city gate, but this section of the road is not only rampant with zombies, but also some family disciples.
A mysterious voice just now told him to fight all the way to the city gate without hiding his identity and successfully leave the city.
I don’t know what medicine I was given just now, but all the injuries have healed.
I didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but then I thought about it, being able to rescue myself under Wang Zhiyuan's hands must be extraordinary.
What is in my heart, I have made up my mind.
"Old man, we fight side by side."
The shabby bamboo hat had been lost at some point. He rubbed the iron sword in his hand, and a ruthless look flashed in his eyes.
With one pass of the long sword, he cut off the head of a zombie in front of him.
He strode forward and rushed towards the city gate.
At first, no one noticed him, but as he killed more and more zombies, almost all of them with one sword, he attracted a lot of attention.
"No, he is Mr. Wang."
"What is Mr. Wang? That's Wang Xuan, the lost dog. Hey, why is he here?"
"Haha, it's time for me to make a fortune today. As long as I win Wang Xuan, I will be prosperous for the rest of my life."
It was after these few shouts that everyone on the street noticed Wang Xuan, and for a while, everyone unconsciously gathered around him.
"Wang Xuan, you bully men and women, do all kinds of evil, and now you dare to show up in Xuanyang City. You are simply tired of living. Brothers, come with me to kill this idiot."
"Yes, that's right. This Wang Xuan is simply a scum among scum. He kicked down the widow's door at night and caused countless young ladies to lose their virginity. You really deserve to die. If God doesn't accept you, we will do it for you."
Perhaps many people are like this. In order to achieve their own dirty goals, they will find a ridiculous reason that is psychologically acceptable. Even though they know how unreliable this reason is, it's okay to have it.
In the face of all these accusations, Wang Xuan smiled faintly. He made no excuses. Just let these people say whatever they said. After all, you can never wake up someone who is pretending to sleep.
"Hahaha, everyone, come on together and let me see how much you have grown and whether you are as sharp as the words coming out of your mouth."
In the past, these people could only look up at his back, but now he didn't care whether it was for the reward or for the satisfaction of trampling on him, the former number one genius of Xuanyang City.
Looking at the people rushing towards them, a cold smile appeared on Wang Xuan's face. With murderous intent, he turned the iron sword in his hand and rushed over.