"Feng Ziheng, do you think that with the Ice Lotus Sect as a retreat, you can run rampant in our country? Do you think that with strong combat power and invincibility, don't you know that there is a world outside the world, and there are people outside the world?"
"It seems that you came to Daxia for the first time, and you didn't know that I didn't hide the majesty of the iron spear. Since I became an artist, I have fought in the army and traveled around the world, and I have defeated everyone. The younger generation at that time has not yet come into my eyes.
, my goals are only those peerless seniors."
The sound of the iron gun seemed to come from the sky:
"Three years ago, I defeated the 80,000 Jin army in Jishi Prefecture. One year ago, I fought against Jiu Rama, the Imperial Advisor of the Western Liao Dynasty at Lingjiu Peak in the Tianshan Mountains. Two months ago, the current emperor told me that our Great Xia Kingdom wanted to
Join forces with the Song Dynasty to defeat the Jin Kingdom, and I will be the military marshal of the Great Xia Kingdom."
Wu Zang Ti Qiang said, looking down at the twin towers of the Buddhist Worship Temple, there was no Feng Zhou in his eyes.
After all, the gap between mortals and immortal fetuses is really huge!
Feng Zhoujing waited for him to finish speaking before speaking:
"Are you done making noise? If you're done, come and die. I'm not interested in guys who don't know themselves."
Everyone was suddenly stunned!
Even if he didn't hide his iron spear, he turned his head slightly and looked at Feng Zhou. Everyone looked at him like a madman. Facing such a great god-level opponent, he still treated him so arrogantly. This was clearly asking for death!
"Haha, you are indeed an interesting person. They call you Feng Ziheng. I remember this name."
Wu Zang Tie Qiang chuckled and nodded slightly, as if remembering Feng Zhou's name was Feng Zhou's greatest honor.
Feng Zhou couldn't help but sneer in his heart.
At this point, Wu Zang Tie Qian didn't even think that Feng Ziheng was Feng Zhou, the man who fought Hong Zhong twice in the air. This shows that Wu Zang Tie Qian was already extremely arrogant on this guqin stage.
Based on Feng Zhou's investigation of the Shenlong Sect for more than a year and his understanding of the situation in Xixia during this period, he naturally knew that the Shenlongs had issued a notice to search for a Taoist named Feng Zhou.
But until now, no one took it seriously.
It is enough to see that the Shenlong Sect has been proudly in the clouds for too long, and it has been so long that it has no opponents at all.
The man in front of me, who had no hidden iron spear, was originally the executive head of the Shenlong Sect, but he was already so arrogant.
He is not yet the Grand Marshal of the Great Xia Kingdom. If he were to become one, he would probably be the next Zhao Kuo.
"Since you are not clear-headed, let me wake you up!"
Feng Zhou stepped forward and punched him.
True energy as vast as the sea surged through Feng Zhou's body, and his fist was as powerful as a mountain, and like a long dragon, it swept across the sky and shot toward Wu Zang's iron spear.
Wu Zang Ti Qiang held out a palm with a sneer on his face.
There is a knife on his waist, but he is unwilling to pull it out at all. It seems that he plans to defeat Feng Zhou with his bare hands?
Faced with Feng Zhou's punch, Wu Zang Iron Spear snorted coldly, his eyes were as cold as iron, and he stopped talking at all. He just slashed in the air with his sword.
"Tear."
In the void, a roaring wind came.
The huge sword energy was rolled out from the hidden iron gunner, and it flew across ten feet of void in an instant. It pushed away Feng Zhou's fist with a powerful force like a mountain, and slashed towards Feng Zhou with an extremely sharp scream.
Before the sword came, the overwhelming sword energy arrived in advance. The rock Feng Zhou was standing on was as hard as iron, but there was already a friction sound within a few feet of the surrounding area, like the sound of a blade cutting across a stone slab. There was also a huge sword intention.
, shrouded Feng Zhou from a distance. If ordinary people were here, the sword light would not arrive before they would be chopped into pieces by the sword intent.
When we reach the stage where there is no hidden iron spear, martial arts and magic power are no longer distinguishable from each other.
This is the unity of Dharma and martial arts that ascetics pursue.
After all, simply cultivating immortality is too easy to attract the greed of those who covet it. Therefore, the more cultivators are, the more they must maintain strong and invincible military force. Only in this way can they survive forever.
After the combination of magic and martial arts, one can do whatever one wants, activate the vitality of heaven and earth, and perform all kinds of incredible abilities, almost like the Tao.
"break."
The first punch was broken, but Feng Zhou didn't care and punched out again from afar.
The strong true energy was condensed, and the cyan fist light turned into a bright beam of light, rushing towards the sword's light, striking the sword without the hidden iron spear.
"Boom!"
The palm sword's strength and the cyan fist's strength collided together again.
On the guqin stage, like a thunderous explosion, huge residual energy rushed in all directions. For a moment, sand and rocks were flying, and the stone surface was punched with craters. Those who were watching the battle retreated one after another, almost reaching the edge of the cliff.
When these two men fought, it was as if they had ten thousand horses colliding head-on. The sound was earth-shattering and reverberated hundreds of miles away!
"Huh?"
Wu Zang Tiejian's expression changed slightly, and he involuntarily took a dozen steps back, while Feng Zhou's body did not move at all.
In this fight between the two, the winner has obviously been decided. The combination of magic and martial arts without hiding the iron spear has been cultivated to the level of sea consciousness, and the sword skills are extremely powerful, but Feng Zhou's cultivation is stronger.
It was even said that he had just entered a state of great annihilation and great joy, and his magical powers of self-cultivation were increasing rapidly. He was about to break through to the upper level of Shen Xin state, and his strength was far stronger than if he had no hidden iron spear.
Although he took more than ten steps back without hiding his iron gun, no one present showed any signs of surprise.
It's not that everyone doesn't think highly of him, it's that everyone thinks that as long as he uses his magical powers and uses his ultimate moves, he can easily turn defeat into victory.
Because he didn’t hide his iron gun!
Seeing that his attack was on par with Feng Zhou, and even slightly behind him. His pupils could not help but shrink without hiding the iron gun. His magical power was acquired through twenty years of hard work, and after careful polishing, it became
Gradually it was refined and solidified, almost turning into substance.
But Feng Zhou casually punched him, and the true energy was larger and more condensed than his. The sword without the iron spear seemed to hit the rock, shaking his inner energy.
What's even more frightening is that his sharp sword intention has no effect on Feng Zhou.
"How can this be?"
Wu Zang Iron Gun was shocked in his heart.
"I do not believe!"
Wu Zang Iron Spear roared, used his palm as a sword again, and struck out with a sword. This time, the blade's radiance suddenly increased to fifteen feet, like a long rainbow piercing the sun. This sword is the real weapon of Wu Zang Iron Spear.
level. Wu Zang Tiejian believed that if he wanted to, he could split this guqin stand in half even with his bare hands.
And the terrifying sword intent that chilled people's hearts rained down overwhelmingly, as if turning the entire earth into frost.
No matter how Feng Zhou resists this incomparably powerful sword intent, he must use all his strength, otherwise it will be difficult to contend.
Even if it's just for a moment, it's enough to kill the enemy again without hiding the iron gun.
"Watch how I kill you!"
Wu Zang Iron Spear sneered, and still did not pull out the long knife at his waist. Instead, he took one out of his sleeve and flew it, held it in the air, and slashed towards Feng Zhou.
Everyone present either sighed, sneered, or burst into tears.
Everyone concluded that Feng Zhou would die.
Because the iron spear's invincible cold sword intent had obviously trapped Feng Zhou, making him resist with all his strength and unable to escape.
"die!"
The flying knife crossed the void and was about to hit Feng Zhou.
Feng Zhou raised his fingers slightly and caught the flying knife.
"How can it be?"
Wu Zang Tie Qiang was suddenly startled, with a look of horror on his face. Everyone around him was stunned.
Shouldn't Feng Zhou go all out to fight against the invincible sword intent that Wu Zang Iron Spear just sent out? How could he still concentrate on catching the flying knife?
This is completely beyond the scope of everyone's thinking.
"You're just trying to trap me with just a little bit of sword power? You're really trying to do what you do best."
Feng Zhou threw away the flying knife, then stepped out with his foot, suddenly appeared above the iron gun, and struck it with a palm in the air.
"stop!"
A loud shout, with a vague Zen feeling, came from the tower at the foot of the mountain, as if this shout had the power to seduce people's souls, and everyone would stop unconditionally when they heard it.
But Feng Zhouli didn't pay any attention to it, and directly slapped the head with a palm, smashing the head that was not hiding the iron gun, and knocked his entire body into the rock. The body merged with the gravel and was indistinguishable!
You must know that Feng Zhou almost became a god in an instant, but was blocked by them, so that he missed a great opportunity. His heart was filled with anger. Even if he crushed this guqin stand, he could not suppress his anger.
If he had not wanted to understand the magic and magical powers of the Shenlong Sect, he would have killed Wu Zang Iron Spear in the first round. How could he have fought for two or three rounds?
Before he died without hiding his iron gun, his eyes were still confused and horrified.
How come his invincible talent and supernatural powers were destroyed?
It's a pity that before he died, he didn't even think about Feng Ziheng's origin, nor did he think about Feng Zhou who he was tracing.
"Did you kill with an iron gun?"
A'Zhu's face was pale and he looked at Feng Zhou in horror.
As for Wang Xianluo and others, their eyes were dull and they couldn't believe it.
That’s not a hidden iron gun!
The current executive leader of the Shenlong Sect, the contemporary disciple of the Great Witch King Hong Zhong, and the future military marshal of the Great Xia Kingdom, was actually trampled to death by Feng Zhou? And it was in front of so many people. How is this?
Rampant? How unruly!
At this time, a figure with a vague Zen feeling flew up to the guqin stage. This man was majestic, dressed in cassock, and had a look of shock on his face. He was the abbot of the Buddhist Worship Temple, Zen Master Hongren of Great Xia: "Amitabha,
The benefactor is so murderous that he even dares to kill the pillar of the Great Xia Kingdom in vain. He really deserves death for his crime, and deserves death for his crime!"
"Kill, just kill. Why do you want to come and die after all the nonsense?"