Travel through the heavens

"Hahaha, you little brat, the wind on the top of the mountain is strong, don't get your tongue sprained. If you kill me with force, even if Wang Xianzhi comes in person, what can he do?"

The wind was howling on the top of the mountain, but Xuanyuan Dapan's wild laughter was even more harsh.

Fang Muye said calmly: "We'll know if I can kill you after a try."

Xuanyuan Dapan laughed again: "Then do it, let me test your strength and see how many moves you can withstand."

Fang Muye shook his head and chuckled: "No hurry, no hurry, some people haven't come yet."

"Do you have any helpers?" Xuanyuan Dapan didn't care at all: "Okay, let's wait a little longer and then we can clean up together."

Not long after, the group walked onto the large snowy plain.

At the front was Xuanyuan Jingyi, followed closely by two middle-aged guests. A dozen steps further back were Xuanyuan Qingfeng, Xu Fengnian, Huang Maner, Qingniao and Li Chungang.

As soon as Xu Fengnian stepped onto the snowy plain, he called out to Fang Muye, "Wen Hua, we're here."

Xuanyuan Dapan looked over and when he saw the old sword god behind Xu Fengnian, his eyes flashed and he said in a deep voice: "Li Chungang."

Li Chungang replied lazily: "It's me."

Xuanyuan Dapan looked at Li Chungang's empty left sleeve and said sarcastically, "This kid said he wanted to kill me, is it you that he relies on? Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west. Now my realm is rising rapidly, but your realm has fallen sharply, and you have a broken arm. How can you fight me?"

"You seem to have improved since then, but even if I only have one hand left, I can still beat you down." Li Chungang glanced at Xuanyuan Dapan, with an attitude of not caring about it: "Today, it is Wen who wants to kill you, so I, an old man, will not join in the fun."

Fang Muye nodded to Li Chungang and the others, then turned to look at Xuanyuan Dapan and said with a smile: "Now that everyone is here, let's get started. With so many people seeing you off, you won't die alone."

After saying that, he slowly walked towards Xuanyuan Dapan.

"Insanity!"

Xuanyuan Dapan laughed ferociously, and the vast sea of ​​qi that contained nearly a hundred years of accumulated internal strength began to exert its power, rolling like a boiling boiler.

The distance between the two was not far, and Fang Muye quickly walked in front of him.

Xuanyuan Dapan smiled coldly and punched out, heading straight for Fang Muye's middle gate.

Fang Muye ignored the surging fist force, just raised his hand, placed his palm on the back of Xuanyuan Dapan's fist, and blocked the violent attack.

Xuanyuan Dapan's face showed a slight change of color. He retracted his right fist and slapped Fang Muye's wrist that was stuck to his right fist with his left hand, trying to remove the hand.

Fang Muye instantly withdrew the Tai Chi sticky force, pressed downward diagonally, and slapped Xuanyuan Dapan's shoulder with his left hand. This attack seemed light, but it disrupted the center of gravity of Xuanyuan Dapan, who had already mastered internal strength, and his body could not help but rush forward.

But Xuanyuan Dapan was very experienced in facing the enemy, and he was going to take advantage of the situation and hit the arrogant boy with his shoulder, smashing his chest.

Fang Muye was calm and composed. He turned his wrist and gave a light push, and pushed Xuanyuan Dapan back to its original place. For a moment, the latter had rare bravery in the world, but it was in a dilemma whether to move or not.

All this was just a transition from offense to defense between the two sides in the blink of an eye.

Fang Muye pushed out another palm, but Xuanyuan Dapan adjusted the speed of his palm and hit him with an even stronger elbow. Unexpectedly, Fang Muye's palm was just a soft target, and when it was about to touch Xuanyuan Dapan's elbow, it suddenly became stronger and faster than Xuanyuan Dapan's elbow and hit the latter in the heart.

Xuanyuan Dapan's tall and strong body was suddenly knocked back ten feet.

Because of this clap of hands, visible ripples were created between the two people, and the wind chimes that had been stretched taut under the eaves of Gu Niuzhang finally couldn't bear the weight and fell to the ground.

Our ancestor, who was known for his bravery, was actually defeated?

Xuanyuan Jingyi's eyes widened as a chill filled his bones. He was shocked beyond words by this horrifying scene.

Where did that useless brother find such a powerful person?

Li Chungang tilted his head and scratched his ear. He seemed to feel no sense of accomplishment because he failed to remove the earwax. He said to Xu Fengnian beside him unhappily, "You opened your eyes and saw clearly just now, didn't you? The two of them competed with each other for something that was priceless. Their moves might be mediocre. After returning to the basics, it's nothing more than simplifying the complex. But the movement of Qi and the grasp of timing are the key."

"For swordsmen like me, when it comes down to it, the sword is nothing more than horizontal, vertical, diagonal, stabbing, and prodding. Why do ordinary people use swords in a rigid way, while skilled swordsmen can generate internal energy with their swords? Sword immortals can use flying swords to take heads? When a sword is delivered, unless one is doing his utmost and is as fast as his ability can be, once the energy is circulated, it may seem extremely fast, but it will suddenly slow down, leaving the opponent's expected response empty. When he changes, he will increase his speed suddenly. If he changes again, even if he has time, he will lose the momentum of the initial attack. This is just the most common and simple truth. When masters fight, fighting strength is the foundation, and the fighting of wits, courage, and ruthlessness is the excitement."

"I remember that when the top martial artist in Northern Mang went to Liangchan Temple, he was stopped by a monk in white. It seemed that the two did not really fight. They did not use any moves and just stood there. A martial saint and a reincarnation of a bodhisattva who could have been the head of the Buddhist sect were not dozing off or daydreaming. But if you ask why the Northern Mang man who has reached the pinnacle of martial arts did not make a move, hey, this is the real beauty of the Vajra Realm. The so-called first-grade Vajra Realm masters in the world today are far from that. They are just in name only."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng, who had retreated to their side, turned his head and looked at Li Chungang, and said softly: "The Sword God has a profound insight. Did the Sword God accept His Royal Highness, the Prince of Beiliang, as his successor?"

Li Chungang sneered, not caring about Xu Fengnian's face at all, and snorted: "This kid is so-so, he is not qualified. I want to accept someone else as my disciple."

"Are you Xuanyuan Jingcheng?" Li Chungang narrowed his eyes and looked at Xuanyuan Jingcheng, with a little surprise in his tone: "Can you really read the celestial phenomena from reading? I think you are just one step away from the celestial realm."

Xuanyuan Jingcheng smiled faintly: "It is indeed coming soon."

Upon hearing this, Xuanyuan Jingyi, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, and the two guest officials of the Xuanyuan family were immediately surprised and looked sideways at Xuanyuan Jingcheng.

On the other hand, Xuanyuan Dapan is no longer as calm and composed as before.

He took a breath, and his chest and abdomen felt like they were burning with fire, the pain went deep into his bones. This kind of horrific injury to the heart meridian was something he had not encountered for many years. It had been so long that he almost forgot the pain. The last time was when he competed with Qi Xuanzhen in internal strength on the Demon Slaying Stage. As for Gu Jiantang and his ilk, their so-called loss was just a loss in one or two moves. Since they did not fight to the death, Xuanyuan Dapan's loss was not terrible.

Fang Muye said loudly: "Xuanyuan Dapan, if you still hide your abilities and keep your realm at the middle level, be careful that you will never have a chance to reach the great level again."

He walked towards Xuanyuan Dapan step by step, seemingly slowly, but it was like a heavy hammer, hitting Xuanyuan Dapan's heart again and again.