Transmigration begins with archery training

"Fight to the death, break through in the face of battle!"

"Why would I fear war!"

"Today, let us use our foundation as firewood!"

"I'll fight you to the death!"

With each word Zou Hu uttered, a wisp of the metallic, murderous aura surrounding him would merge into his own body, constantly destroying itself to reach the ultimate killing intent!

This is also his way of martial arts!

He practiced boxing in his childhood, formally began training at the age of fifteen, and became a martial saint at the age of twenty-five. With his fists, he became a boxing saint in his own right. He once killed a thousand people in the capital with his fists and assassinated the king, shocking the world. After that, he entered Tianshui Continent and accidentally obtained the inheritance of a dying martial artist. He broke through to true strength before the age of thirty-five and is not even forty years old now!

He wants to become the supreme martial arts master!

There are no obstacles ahead.

便，

Break it with your fists!

"Om-"

"Kaka——"

Surrounded by murderous intent, Zou Hu's body swelled several times, completely bursting his clothes. The Divine Might Vajra Ring dispersed into individual golden rings, but instead of returning to his fists, they all converged on his right arm, gleaming with golden light and radiating intense purple light. The intertwining of gold and purple formed a vortex, which engulfed the sandstorm.

He broke free from his original position, and before he ran away, his figure resembled a mighty tiger. The vortex on his right fist grew larger and larger until it formed a chilling storm that swept across the sky and earth, crushing everything in its path into dust.

True gold fears no fire.

This punch!

Blocking out the sky!

In the storm.

Chen Sanshi stood tall and imposing, his white robes fluttering wildly in the wind, his seven orifices and the flames on his spear swaying wildly in the gale. He watched quietly as the murderous storm rapidly approached.

Only after the raging, chilling storm engulfed him, completely obscuring the figure in the white robe, could one vaguely see a tiny flame flickering amidst the swirling yellow sand.

then……

Flames engulfed the heavens and the earth.

A tsunami of flames suddenly erupted from the chilling storm of metal, instantly suppressing everything. The temperature within a radius of a hundred feet continued to rise, as if it were early spring, but in the blink of an eye, it had arrived at the sweltering heat of midsummer.

Ever since.

The storm subsides.

The gravel melted.

Amidst the swirling yellow sand, Zou Hu saw only a fire dragon approaching. He did not retreat or show any fear. With a deafening roar and eyes blazing with fury, he charged forward with his right fist, which was wielded by the Divine Might Vajra Ring, without hesitation.

"Rumble--"

The ground cracked.

Sandstorms swept in.

After a deafening roar like the sky collapsing and the earth caved in.

Zou Hu, the Fist Saint from the Ancient Kingdom of Tianlong, and the White-Robed Spear Saint from the Eastern Continent of Shengzhou, had switched positions and stood back to back.

"call……"

Zou Hu exhaled a breath of stale air, raised his head, and looked at the blazing sun above him: "My path has come to an end."

The words fell.

His burly body shrank rapidly as if drained of blood, and the divine Vajra Rings on his right wrist extinguished their light one by one, falling to the ground with a crackling sound. Then he fell straight backward, stirring up a cloud of dust that was clearly visible in the sunlight, fluttering and floating in the wind.

Only then did everyone see his face.

The flesh, bones, and internal organs had long since been burned to a crisp; there was no resemblance to a human being at all!

dead!

"True gold is not afraid of being tested by fire, but that depends on what kind of gold and what kind of fire."

As Chen Sanshi murmured to himself, he suddenly held his spear horizontally above his head, perfectly blocking a sneak attack with a longsword and preventing it from advancing an inch.

"clang--"

It was none other than Han Xiang, who was about to launch a sneak attack.

When his first sword strike failed, another white chess piece appeared before him, growing larger and larger in the void until it resembled a mountain before crashing down.

True power surged, and flames soared into the sky.

Chen Sanshi raised his spear and shattered them all.

Han Xiang was sent flying backward. Even though she was using the chessboard as a flying artifact, she still had to walk hundreds of feet before she could regain her footing. Her neck and half of her face were burned and mangled.

He endured the agonizing pain of being burned by the flames, his disheveled hair billowing in the wind. He once again formed hand seals, a flying sword hovering in front of him, and two chess pieces, one black and one white, rotating alternately around him, resembling the Yin and Yang of the Bagua.

Chessboard and chess pieces.

That is Han Xiang's natal magic weapon.

A chessboard of heaven and earth.

All-purpose chess pieces.

Unfortunately……

His magical artifact is a growth artifact; its power can only increase after his cultivation level is raised.

With Han Xiang's current cultivation level, he could only refine two chess pieces and a chessboard.

His vital essence began to drain rapidly, all of it pouring into two chess pieces. The chess pieces swirled continuously in a yin-yang pattern, and waves of yin-yang power strengthened the suspended flying sword.

"you're right."

With disheveled hair and an unrecognizable face, Han Xiang spoke in a booming voice, enunciating each word clearly: "When two people meet on a narrow path, the brave shall prevail. Let us settle this with this move!"

Having said that, he wielded the chessboard, carrying a flying sword and black and white chess pieces, and charged towards the white-robed man with unwavering ferocity, his magical power vast and boundless like the ocean.

The white-robed figure remained motionless.

But this time...

He really didn't make a move.

He let everything bombard him, his flesh shattered, and he vanished into thin air in an instant, leaving no trace of flesh or blood.

Amidst the dust.

Only a broken talisman slowly drifted down.

Illusion Talisman!

A long time ago, in the Fish and Dragon Market of Dazefang, I bought two talismans from Old Man Mozhu: a Flying Swallow Talisman and a Phantom Body Talisman, and used them here.

I saw.

It's not just the white robe that's a manifestation of talismans.

The same applies to Han Xiang, the military genius.

After that attack.

All the magical artifacts lost their spiritual light and crashed to the ground. Han Xiang's figure also dissipated and disappeared, leaving only a used talisman.

His true form had already appeared hundreds of feet away!

A gecko loses its tail.

Discard the magical artifacts to confuse the enemy, and then take the opportunity to escape.

however.

After flying quite a distance, Han Xiang noticed that the white-robed figure hadn't been fooled at all. Right on the ground, the white-robed figure, carrying flames, was running at a speed that was just as fast as his. It wasn't until a white horse merged with him that, in a flash of inspiration, the speed completely matched his.

"hiss--"

Time flies like an arrow; it soars into the sky.

Using the saddle for leverage, Chen Sanshi leaped again and finally caught up. The silver dragon in his hand ignited once more, and his true energy surged forth, engulfing his heart.

With his talismans exhausted and his magical artifacts lost, Han Xiang had no means of resistance left. In his death throes, he could only make hand seals and summon a shield made of vines and wood in front of him.

The shield was instantly burned to ashes by the true energy flames, and the spear, now offering no resistance, pierced through the heart of the War God as easily as a sharp blade piercing paper.

The blood that had been stuck in Han Xiang's throat dried up, and his body fell straight down from the sky, crashing heavily into a sharp stone pillar, piercing through it and pinning him to the ground.

"Ho ho..."

He could no longer feel pain, but his body was gradually losing sensation in various parts, and his vision was becoming increasingly blurry. He could only see flames falling in front of him.