The huge phantom of fingers carried shocking power and struck Yan Wudi with great force. This time, Yan Wudi was obviously not as relaxed as before.
The giant fingers are bombarding, and the water waves are surging, as if the sea is undergoing a violent storm. This is true above the water, and it is the same underwater.
The rocks under Yan Wudi's feet were cracking, unable to withstand the terrifying power of the "Elephant Strike". The Elephant Strike was to gather strength into one point and pursue extreme power. With Zhang Cheng's strength, the Elephant Strike unleashed at this time
The lethality is also extremely terrifying. If Yan Wudi hadn't blocked it, this rock would have been reduced to pieces.
Even so, Yan Wudi's body began to shake slightly. It was not him who was shaking, but the whole rock.
However, now that the crisis is here, Yan Wudi remains as calm as ever.
"The internal strength is not enough. It seems that we have to show some seriousness." Yan Wudi said lightly. Then, his eyes flashed, and a sword energy rose from his body and pointed directly at the sky!
That sword energy was not that huge or astonishing. It did not show the thousand-meter sword light that was full of earth-shattering destructive power during the battle with Sweet, but it was still unpredictable.
The giant finger shadow hit it, there was only a brief stalemate, and then, it rebounded!
The shadow of the giant finger went away quickly and bounced back even faster, leaving no room for Zhang Cheng to react, let alone evade!
He could only cross his arms. Perhaps only a thousandth of a second later, a huge force hit Zhang Cheng's arms.
"Ahhh!"
Zhang Cheng yelled, his face full of pain.
For the first time, he tried what it felt like to be struck by an elephant. In the past, he had used the strike to hit others. The concentrated terrifying power penetrated into the bone marrow irresistibly like ants, and the pain was unbearable.
The rocks under his feet were directly shattered, and the nearby rocks were also shattered and submerged in the turbulent water.
Taking Zhangcheng's location as the center, it is like a big bomb exploding. The water in the pool is drained away, revealing a large area at the bottom.
More than a dozen dead fish turned white and floated out of the water. Looking at the sky, there were rubbles all over the sky, containing sediment, and large areas of rain falling down.
Looking at Zhang Cheng again, there was no one there.
"Where's Brother Zhang?" Yan Qingcheng's face turned pale and she asked nervously.
Yan Chengshu was also looking for him, but couldn't find him anywhere.
At this time, a figure suddenly appeared beside them. It was the old man in sackcloth, Nie Feng. His eyes were like lightning and he said: "Don't worry, he is not dead. He is in the water. At the last moment, he gave up resistance and jumped into the water.
, is the right choice.”
After a while, Zhang Cheng emerged from the water. He swam quickly, grabbed a large rock nearby with both hands, and climbed up.
Climbing up the rock, Zhang Cheng gasped for breath. His clothes were in tatters, and his arms were obviously deeply bloody, bruised and purple.
There was blood hanging from the corners of his mouth and he coughed several times.
In my ears, a voice suddenly came: "Where did you learn the elephant attack just now?"
Zhang Cheng looked at Yan Wudi, with unprecedented fear and awe in his eyes, and replied: "My master gave it to me."
"Who is your master?"
"King Wu, Zhang Tianwu!" Zhang Cheng answered truthfully. Yan Cheng knew about this matter.
"You are the descendant of Zhang Tianwu." At this time, even Yan Wudi, who had been calm and collected from beginning to end, was a little surprised.
"Father, I have known this for a long time. He is indeed the descendant of the Martial King Zhang Tianwu. The elephant attack just now is Zhang Tianwu's signature."
Yan Chengshu spoke up and endorsed Zhang Cheng's testimony.
"No wonder you know Zhang Tianwu's Elephant Attack. Zhang Tianwu is a real talent. Everyone in the world compares Tong Hu with him, but few people know that they are on the same level. Tong Hu who has fought against Zhang Tianwu is undoubtedly
It's very clear. There are rumors outside that the two of them fought fiercely for a long time before the winner was determined. In fact, that was not the case at all. Tong Hu lost after he failed to take one of his moves." Yan Wudi said slowly with a look of surprise.
"What!"
Zhang Cheng was shocked, he knew how terrifying Tong Hu was.
Even though he is old, he is still terrifyingly powerful. At the beginning, he could withstand Sweet's terrifying fist power with one person. How many people in the world can do this, except for the Supreme God?
However, such a person was defeated by Uncle Zhang in one move.
"More than that, Zhang Tianwu's talent and talent are beyond the imagination of the world. He has not become the Supreme, but he can already fight with the Supreme. Once, I thought he would be my old enemy in this life. Unfortunately, he is a disaster.
The destiny of the Nine Diseases, the King of Misfortune, with extremely bad luck, and ultimately half-cultivation, and a miserable end." Yan Wudi felt both regret and emotion, and then asked.
"Where is your master now?"
"He has been dead for a year."
Zhang Cheng replied.
"What, he is dead. How did he die?" Yan Wudi seemed to be quite concerned.
"Sudden illness, he died after being sent to the hospital." Zhang Cheng thought about it, and couldn't help but feel sad. A generation of mighty martial kings, who dominated the world, and even the supreme leader Yan Wudi gave high praise, but he looked like this in his later years...
Unexpectedly, Yan Wudi was silent for a long time, and suddenly said a shocking sentence: "He will not die easily. Perhaps, he is still alive in this world."
Zhang Cheng was shocked!
Yan Wudi, this person is in great danger!
"Impossible, father, I have heard Zhang Cheng say this before, so I sent people to investigate. Zhang Tianwu is indeed dead, and his grave is in a back mountain in the South China Sea." Yan Chengshu was also surprised.
"What do you think? The descendant of King Wu." Yan Wudi did not answer, but narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhang Cheng.
"Senior, I also hope that the master is still alive. However, he is already dead, and people cannot be resurrected. I even went to his grave to pay homage and burn incense some time ago." Zhang Chengcheng replied calmly.
"Go on, that move just now was okay, but unfortunately, it is still far inferior to King Wu. If it were him, I would have to use some strength to deal with it." Yan Wudi did not pursue the question, but returned to the topic,
road.
"Senior, you are worthy of being the most supreme Sword God in China. I originally thought that you didn't have a sword in your hand and you were limited in your internal strength. Even if I couldn't defeat you, I could still make you move. It seems that I still underestimated you, senior.
The terrifying strength." Zhang Cheng said.
"Now that you understand it, you should know it. If you don't have stronger strength, then admit defeat. With your age and strength, it is already quite good to be able to practice elephant shooting to that level. But as Martial King Zhang
The successor of Tianwu, I have to say that he made a mistake." Yan Wudi's evaluation may seem to belittle Zhang Cheng, but in fact it has significantly improved his evaluation of him.
The reason why he was belittled in the end was because Zhang Cheng, as the descendant of King Wu, was not worthy of this status.
"Did you make a mistake? I don't think so. If you want to see the strength of King Wu's successor, then take my last move. If it is the last move and I still can't do anything to you, senior, I will admit defeat." Zhang Cheng gritted his teeth.
, and he was no longer as respectful to Yan Wudi when he spoke.