Fu Sheng's giant sword attack was actually caught by Cao Deng Monk with one palm!
Xia Shang recovered from his constant breathing and was shocked when he saw the scene in the courtyard.
After experiencing so much and meeting countless martial arts masters, Xia Shang also has a sense of smell for martial artists. Even if a martial artist does not show his martial arts, he can guess whether the opponent knows martial arts and how powerful his martial arts is just by looking at his breathing.
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However, this grass lantern is different.
Xia Shang had met him several times and had many interactions with him, but he had never noticed that this man knew martial arts. His breathing and steps were that of an ordinary old man, and he had half of his foot in the coffin.
kind.
I never expected that he turned out to be a master among masters!
Moreover, the Cao Deng at this moment is completely different from the previous one.
In the past, Cao Deng was like a kind and somewhat rigid compassionate monk, but now Cao Deng is like that cold and ruthless evil ghost of the night.
Extremely evil and extremely kind, two extreme personalities, appear a bit strange in an old man at the same time.
This person was not something he could contend with. If Fusheng hadn't arrived in time, he would have strangled him to death.
Under the bright moon, the young and old in the courtyard showed a coldness and composure that was inconsistent with their youth. Their murderous intent was invisible and they were competing with each other, making the surrounding air feel a bit colder.
At just the right time, a group of dark clouds came and gradually enveloped the bright moon in the sky. The already dim vision between the sky and the earth became even more restricted, as if indicating that a thrilling battle was about to begin.
Xia Shang was hiding under the eaves, watching the imminent battle, when Huairou heard the sound and opened the door.
"Ms. sir, what happened outside the house?"
"Do not talk!"
Xia Shang was startled and quickly stopped his wife. After warning her, he stopped her in the house.
The moment Xia Shang closed the door, a wave of air suddenly came from behind, carrying pine needles and dead leaves all over the ground and hitting his back.
Looking back, I saw that an old man and a young man were already locked in a non-stop fight.
The black giant sword was swung like a black whirlwind, stirring up debris on the ground and flying in the sky, falling on the wall of the partition room and making a rustling sound.
Fu Sheng's sword came from nowhere, but it was definitely a rare weapon in the world. Monk Cao Deng seemed to have realized this after the head-on collision with the giant sword, and no longer forced the fight. He calmly searched for it while constantly retreating.
Chance.
Fusheng's sword moves were always made in one go, only attacking but not defending. There was no pause between sword moves. Once he started, he would attack continuously like a violent storm. It would be extremely difficult for anyone to find the flaw in it.
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Seeing this, Xia Shang was very happy. It seemed that Fu Sheng was more powerful than this fake monk.
Cao Deng couldn't help but retreat, and passed by the tip of the sword countless times. It seemed that he was in danger, but he was not panicked. However, Fu Sheng's pace became faster and faster, and he pressed harder and harder. Soon Cao Deng retreated.
corner.
Seeing that there was no way to retreat, Fusheng sneered, the corners of his tender mouth slightly raised: "Death!"
Fusheng smiled, but Cao Deng also laughed: "Broken!"
With a hoarse cry, he tapped his finger like dry wood, and with a whooshing sound, a silver-white zhenqi turned into substance and hit the tip of the giant sword!
Take shape with gas!
Peiyuan realm master!
Xia Shang's pupils shrank and he couldn't help but take a step back.
Everyone in the world says that there is only one warrior in the Peiyuan realm, and some people will never see one in their lifetime.
But Xia Shang thinks why there are masters of Peiyuan Realm all over the place. Among the warriors around him, those who are slightly more powerful are not Peiyuan Realm masters?
Compared with Xia Shang's surprise, Fusheng was much calmer, because he already knew the opponent's strength from the first second of the fight.
So not surprised.
But he didn't expect that the other party would be so accurate!
The speed at which he swung his sword was astonishingly fast. Not to mention the tip of the sword, there was only an afterimage at the edge of the sword. If you wanted to capture its trajectory, you had to see through the moves.
Could it be that the old man in front of me could see through his own sword moves in such a short time?
Thinking of this, Fu Sheng couldn't help but feel horrified, but he couldn't think too much.
A burst of energy hitting the tip of the sword was not enough to disrupt the rhythm of Fu Sheng.
But that little bit of energy made Fu Sheng's sword moves slightly paused.
In the middle of this momentary pause, a burst of energy struck, bypassing the trajectory of the Fusheng sword move and landing directly on the hilt of the sword!
Bang!
A spark flashed from the hilt of Fu Sheng's sword, like a sudden burst of fireworks in the dark night, it was very beautiful.
The sudden change occurred unexpectedly, and the giant sword in his hand suffered a huge force and was immediately released.
The black giant sword spun twice in the air and landed heavily on the ground. Another muffled sound was heard, and the green bricks on the ground were crushed to pieces.
At this moment, the two people in the battle have no time to care about this.
The opportunity created by the grass lantern was not to be missed. In an instant, I tiptoed a little toward the wall, and took advantage of the counter-shock force to rush straight to the front door of Fusheng. I moved my dry hands into fists, and only heard a series of "click, click, click" key sounds.
His scalp was numb, for fear that his old bones would fall apart.
However, Cao Deng's counterattack was not weakened at all by the sound of old bones. He swung his fists at an extremely fast speed, with only a faint shadow of his fists like pear blossoms in a rainstorm!
The majestic zhenqi was as pale as mist, and the condensed fist faintly showed the shape of a tiger's head. It was so powerful that the red wall beside him was burned by the hot zhenqi and smoke emitted.
This is just the impact of this power, not to mention the possibility of facing the wind of boxing.
"You have such skill at such a young age. If I stop your martial arts training today, I'm afraid you will have another Dzogchen Grandmaster in the future! It's a pity that you met me!"
Cao Deng said coldly, he had seen through Fu Sheng's path. He knew that this boy's internal strength was not as good as his own. Without the help of the black giant sword, he would not be his opponent. And under this Zhou Hu Fist, ordinary training
Yuanjing warriors can't stop it at all!
In Cao Deng's eyes, this fair and tender boy was already a dead person.
Fusheng didn't reply and took a few steps back. On the way, he used his immature arms to block Caodeng's punches.
The power of Zhouhu Fist lies in the fact that the air is like magma, and the true energy condensed around the fist wind is as hot as flames. Not only will it be fine if you block the fist, but you can also be severely injured by the impact of the air wave.
After several fights, Fusheng's white and tender face had a few burnt marks, but he didn't care and took advantage of the opportunity to retreat to catch his breath.
Without the giant sword, I will face him as if he were alive, no matter what!
Cao Deng sneered again: "Boy, you are looking for death!"
While he was speaking, Fusheng was already in front of him, and he waved out his fists, with the same pale aura, and collided with Cao Deng's fists!
"hiss……"
There was a strange noise, and the two of them stood still and stopped!
The power of the fists is almost the same.
Cao Deng's true energy is stronger, Fu Sheng's natural strange strength, the two cancel each other out and the physical collision is even the same.
"Boy, do you think you'll be fine if you can block my fist?"
After hearing this, Fusheng frowned, his head felt hot, and there was another black burn mark.
However, just as burn marks appeared on Fusheng's head, the clothes on Cao Deng's shoulders suddenly exploded with sparks and ignited! (To be continued)