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Then he threw a punch.

Seeing this, the snake demon suddenly swung out the long red whip from his waist. The whip turned into a ferocious blood python in the air, opening its bloody mouth and biting towards Wang Xianzhi.

Wherever the whip wind passed, even the air made a "hissing" corrosive sound.

With a crisp "crack", the blood python condensed by demonic power was shattered!

The snake demon was horrified and before he could react, Wang Xianzhi appeared in front of him and punched him in the chest with a simple straight punch.

"boom!"

The snake demon's protective aura was pierced through like paper. He spat out a mouthful of blood and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, crashing into more than a dozen large trees before stopping.

"Boss!" the monsters exclaimed.

The snake demon struggled to get up, his face full of disbelief: "Who...who are you?!"

Wang Xianzhi remained silent, just walking slowly forward.

With every step he took, the ground shook slightly, as if it couldn't bear his weight.

"Let's go together! Kill him!" the snake demon roared hysterically.

Dozens of monsters pounced on Wang Xianzhi at the same time, using sharp claws, venomous fangs, and sorcery to rain down all kinds of attacks.

Wang Xianzhi finally stopped, took a deep breath, slowly spread his arms, and made a peculiar starting posture.

"Move the block."

As these two words came out, his fists suddenly burst into a dazzling white light.

The next moment, an invisible force exploded with him as the center, sweeping around like a tsunami.

"Boom—!"

The monsters that rushed up didn't even have time to scream before they were shocked by the force and started bleeding from all seven orifices, and flew backwards.

All the trees within a radius of a hundred feet were broken in half, and a thick layer of ground was scraped away.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Wang Xianzhi was still standing there, his white clothes spotless.

The area around them was filled with monsters groaning in pain, and no one could stand up.

The snake demon looked ashen, as if he saw his own death approaching.

At this time, the snake demon trembled all over, suddenly turned around and fled, so fast that it left a shadow.

Wang Xianzhi shook his head, clenched his right hand, and gently pushed in the direction the snake demon was fleeing.

"town."

A punch condensed to the extreme broke through the air and accurately hit the back of the snake demon.

The snake demon's body froze in mid-air, and then exploded into a ball of bloody mist with a "bang".

silence.

Both the Taoist disciples and the remaining monsters were stunned.

The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly.

First, the Taoist Alliance formed a sword formation to resist the attack of the monsters.

Then the snake demon took action to break the sword formation.

Then Wang Xianzhi came to the rescue and killed the snake demon with one punch and one palm.

The notorious Lord of the Ten Thousand Snake Cave was killed so easily?

The monsters fled in panic, dragging their injured companions as if they had been pardoned, and disappeared into the distant mountains and forests in the blink of an eye.

Wang Xianzhi did not continue to attack and let the monsters escape.

The white-haired elder finally came to his senses and hurried forward to salute: "Thank you for your help! If you hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid we would have..."

Wang Xianzhi waved his hand to interrupt him: "As a member of the human race, it is my duty to help."

The white-haired elder then began to instruct his disciples to clean up the mess.

Only after the matter was almost resolved did he go to find Wang Xianzhi.

"I wonder what your name is, and what school of thought you belong to? I'd like to inform the Daoist Alliance about your name, and the Daoist Alliance would also..."

"My name is Wang Xianzhi, I have no sect or affiliation!"

Hearing this, the white-haired elder was a little surprised.

In his eyes, the other party had such strength at such a young age, and probably only the top sects in the Taoist Alliance could cultivate him.

However, the answer he got this time was that there was no sect or school, and he obviously did not believe this statement.

However, the other party didn't want to say it, so he didn't dare to continue asking.

"If you have no sect or school, I would like to invite you to come and take charge of Linjiang City."

Then the white-haired elder sighed and said, "Ever since the news of Li Jianshen severely injuring Shi Kuan spread a year ago, the leaders of the Dao League decided to seize the opportunity to counterattack Beishan.

Initially, some success was achieved, but then the Poison Emperor Huan Du Qing Tian suddenly intervened, and the situation became stalemate again.

He pointed outside the city: "Harassment like today's happens almost every day.

Although the Beishan demon tribe has suffered heavy losses, they are still alive even after their centipede dies.

“The relationship between humans and demons is getting worse and worse. Linjiang City is a border city and is often harassed.

I can’t even remember how many times the demons have attacked Linjiang City today.”

Chapter 65 Returning to Wudang, with a Different Purpose

The mountain breeze swept across the top of Wudang Mountain, rolling up layers of sea of ​​clouds.

On the top of the mountain, green smoke curled up from a stone table, and the clear blue tea in two purple clay cups reflected the light of the sky and the shadows of the clouds.

An old man and a young man sat opposite each other.

"This Wudang tea is truly the best in the world!"

"I didn't get to taste the Wudang tea properly last time I came here."

Li Chungang picked up the teacup, but did not rush to drink it. Instead, he put it in front of his nose and sniffed it first.

The tea aroma is clear with a hint of sweetness, lingering vaguely at the tip of the nose.

Zhang Fuyao's eyebrows twitched slightly, and the wrinkles on his face smoothed out. "It's not too late to taste it now, my friend. If you like it, you can take some with you when you leave."

Li Chungang took a sip, and the tea turned into a warm current at his mouth, flowing straight down from his throat to his dantian, then flowing back up and breaking through his eyebrows.

"Good tea!" Li Chungang praised sincerely.

Zhang Fuyao smiled without saying anything, but raised his hand to refill Li Chungang's glass.

"Wudang tea should be tasted in Wudang. If you leave Wudang, it will lose its flavor." Li Chungang put down the teacup and lightly flicked the rim of the cup with his fingertips.

"My friend, you came to Wudang not just to taste my Wudang tea, right?"

After a round of greetings, Zhang Fuyao finally got to the point, his voice unusually clear in the stagnant air.

He put down his teacup and said seriously, "I came here to seek advice from the Wudang masters."

As soon as these words were spoken, the temperature on the Guanyun Terrace dropped sharply.

A flash of surprise passed through Zhang Fuyao's eyes, and then he regained his composure.

He shook his head slightly, his white hair fluttering in the wind. "This isn't your first time coming to Wudang. Our Wudang is losing talent these days. Where can I find someone who can spar with you?"

"Isn't there still Master Zhang?" Li Chungang looked straight into the old man's eyes, his gaze as sharp as a sword.

The air seemed to freeze.

"My friend, you are joking. I am old and how can I fight with others..." Zhang Fuyao's tone was still calm.

"But to be precise, I can't be considered another person, right?" Li Chungang pressed the hilt of the wooden horse and ox sword at his waist with his right hand, and the sword energy in his body was hidden and not released.

"That's not what I meant..." Before Zhang Fuyao finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed slightly, and he tilted his ear as if listening to something.

After a moment, Zhang Fuyao sighed and said, "Well, since you are so sincere, how about I have a sparring match with the Sword God?"

I just hope you will be gentler and not hurt my old bones.

Li Chungang stood up and clasped his fists: "Please teach me, Master Zhang."

On the top of Wudang Mountain, two figures faced each other from a distance.

On one side is the contemporary sword god Li Chungang with his fluttering green robe, and on the other side is the Wudang leader Zhang Fuyao with his fluttering white beard.

"please."

"please."

Two shouts rang out almost simultaneously.

Li Chungang placed his right hand on the hilt of the Trojan Horse and Ox sword. Even before the sword was unsheathed, the sword energy was already flowing around his body like a substance.

Zhang Fuyao looked calm, with the whisk in his hand resting lightly on his arm.

It seems to be a random stop, but it secretly corresponds to the positions of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams.

"Zheng——"

A dragon roar resounded through the sky, and the wooden horse and ox drew their swords.

The sword light was like snow, illuminating the entire golden roof.

Zhang Fuyao was calm and composed, his whisk waving lightly.

Three thousand silver threads drew a perfect arc in the air, forming a visible air wall in front of him.

The sword energy collided with the energy wall, making a sound of metal clashing.

What was even more amazing was that after the sharp sword energy was released, it actually flowed along the Tai Chi patterns on the ground and finally fed back into Zhang Fuyao's body.

"What a great way to use the opponent's force to counterattack!" Li Chungang's eyes lit up.

Zhang Fuyao tapped her toes lightly, her figure moving like willow catkins in the wind.

The whisk in his hand sometimes became a whip, tearing the air with a loud bang; sometimes it became a spear, directly exploiting the flaws in Li Chungang's sword moves; sometimes it became a shield, dissolving the incoming sword energy one by one.

At the most thrilling moment, the tip of the Trojan Bull's sword was only a millimeter away from his throat, but he avoided it with a seemingly impossible twist of his body.

"Two sleeves of green snake!"

Li Chungang suddenly let out a long roar and soared into the sky.

The sword of the Trojan Horse and Ox shone brightly, and the sword energy in the air was like two giant green pythons rushing out from the sleeves, agile and cunning yet domineering, able to be hard or soft, with countless changes.

Zhang Fuyao's expression finally changed.

He quickly retreated seven steps, each of which left a footprint about an inch deep on the black jade ground.

At the same time, he formed seals with his hands, and the shadow of Emperor Zhenwu vaguely appeared behind him.

The whisk flew out of his hand, spinning rapidly in the air, forming a silver light shield.

"Ding ding ding ding—"

The rain of swords hit the light shield, making a dense and crisp sound like rain.

Zhang Fuyao's hair and beard were all standing tall, and his Taoist robe fluttered without wind.

Ripples continued to appear on the surface of the light shield, but it never broke.

Suddenly, he clasped his hands together, and the light shield suddenly expanded outward, repelling all the remaining sword shadows.

Li Chungang landed gracefully on the ground, his eyes filled with even stronger fighting spirit.

Then Li Chungang's sword momentum suddenly changed.

The body of the Trojan Horse Ox Sword glowed with a faint green light, and the sword energy was extremely restrained, but it made it even more dangerous.

Zhang Fuyao uses softness to overcome hardness, and wields the whisk as if it were his arm.

His moves seem slow, but they are actually as fast as lightning.

The two men fought faster and faster. In the end, only two blurry figures, one blue and one white, were left on the sword-fighting arena, as well as the occasional bursts of sword energy and strong winds.

After three hundred moves, Li Chungang suddenly put away his sword and retreated.