Fox Demon: Starts with Lu Zu template

Aolai's Third Young Master put away his cynical expression and said, "Now I need Li Chungang to go outside the circle."

He paused, "Second sister, you'll be in charge of guarding the lower passage, and I'll handle the upper one."

"Where's Wang Xianzhi?"

"Stay in the circle." Aolai Third Young Master's eyes were deep. "He still needs to be tempered now."

Zhang Sanfeng hesitated to speak, and finally said with a wry smile: "You really arranged it so clearly..."

This conversation was carried away by the mountain wind, and no one noticed that a fallen leaf strangely stopped for a moment as it floated past the three people.

On the arena, the battle has reached a fever pitch.

Wang Xianzhi's fists were stained with blood, but he became more and more courageous as the battle went on.

Every punch he threw seemed to be able to shake the laws of heaven and earth.

"Move!"

With a long roar, Wang Xianzhi's fist force suddenly stopped.

All the scattered fist intentions gathered into one point at this moment, turning into a bright golden light that went straight to Li Chungang's heart.

This punch has already touched the edge of "Tao".

Li Chungang's eyes lit up.

"Well done!"

The sword came out like a pouring galaxy.

There were no fancy moves, just a simple sword strike.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to be silent.

"boom--!"

Amid the deafening explosion, Wang Xianzhi flew backwards again.

He knelt on one knee, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, but the fighting spirit in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

Li Chungang put away his sword and stood up. There were several more tears on his green shirt, but his breathing was still steady.

Only a very few people noticed that his wrist was shaking slightly.

"Do you want to continue?" Li Chungang asked with a smile.

Wang Xianzhi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and suddenly smiled: "The Sword God is indeed unfathomable."

On the viewing platform, Dongfang Gu Yue and Wang Quan Shouzhuo looked at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes.

They knew that although Wang Xianzhi seemed to be at a disadvantage on the surface, being able to force Li Chungang to this point was already an astonishing achievement.

As the sun sets, Wudang Mountain turns golden.

At this moment, just as Wang Xianzhi was thinking, a voice came into his ears.

"Stinky sesame, come on!"

"Don't lose!"

The person who spoke was Tushan Yaya.

Wang Xianzhi turned his head and looked, then he was full of determination.

"Sword God, I have one last trick. Please try it!"

Li Chungang's expression suddenly became serious when he heard this.

The third move of "Emperor Fist" - Destruction!

"Destroyed!"

Once this punch is thrown, the power of the Emperor of Heaven can destroy everything!

Seeing this, Li Chungang tightened his grip.

The Trojan Horse and Ox were raised into the air, gathering supreme divine power.

"The End of the Endless World, One Sword Opens the Gate of Heaven!"

It is a fusion of the supreme sword art from a certain fantasy world, but it can only be used in this world after being infinitely weakened.

But the power of this sword also frightened everyone present.

The power of his punch and sword is unmatched throughout history!

The sea of ​​clouds on the top of Wudang Mountain was torn to pieces by the violent energy.

Li Chungang's iron sword "Trojan Ox" was hanging in front of him, with a chaotic gray light flowing on the sword.

This sword, "The End of Infernal Affairs, One Sword Opens the Gate of Heaven", is the pinnacle of his swordsmanship, and contains the terrifying power to open up the cycle of reincarnation.

On the opposite side, Wang Xianzhi crossed his fists, and the golden light around him was as dazzling as the sun.

The third move of "Emperor Fist" "Destruction" is ready to be unleashed. Wherever the fist goes, even the space begins to collapse.

"please!"

"please!"

The two of them took action at the same time.

The moment the sword light and fist shadow collided, the entire Wudang Mountain was shaken.

A blinding white light burst out from the center of the collision, and the monks with lower cultivation levels on the viewing platform were directly blown away by the air wave.

Even a powerful demon king like Huan Du Qingtian had to use his protective demonic power to resist the aftermath.

"Back off! Everyone back off!" Zhang Fuyao shouted sternly, and swung the whisk in his hand to create a Tai Chi barrier.

The two destructive forces tore and devoured each other, and the resulting energy storm shaved off three feet of the ground within a radius of a thousand feet.

Wang Xianzhi's feet were deeply stuck in the rocks, blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, but the fighting spirit in his eyes became more and more intense.

Li Chungang was also feeling uncomfortable. The veins on his sword-holding arm were bulging and his knuckles were cracked.

But his situation is much better than Wang Xianzhi's.

However, he was soon shocked to discover that the power of this sword was beyond his control - the collision of the two forces was triggering a chain reaction. If he didn't stop in time, he might...

"not good!"

Li Chungang's pupils suddenly shrank.

He clearly felt that if the stalemate continued, Wang Xianzhi would surely die.

In a flash, he made the decision.

The sword's momentum suddenly retracted.

Wang Xianzhi was fighting with all his might when he suddenly felt the pressure ease.

He didn't have time to think about the reason, and instinctively pushed his fist forward: "Break!"

The punch hit Li Chungang's chest hard, as he was unable to restrain his strength.

"Crack—"

The crisp sound of breaking echoed across the mountain top.

Chapter 99: Although the Trojan Horse and the Ox are broken, they are still the best sword in the world!

The world-famous "Trojan Horse Ox" broke in the middle, and half of the sword body rotated and inserted into the distant rocks.

Li Chungang flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, leaving a shocking trail of blood in the air.

"boom!"

His body slammed heavily against the stone wall a hundred feet away, and the entire cliff collapsed.

Dead silence.

Everyone's eyes widened, unable to believe what they saw.

The world's number one sword master was defeated? And even his sword was broken?

Tushan Yaya's fox ears stood up, and her mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg: "Stinky, stinky sesame won?"

In the smoke and dust, a figure slowly stood up.

Li Chungang's blue shirt was torn to pieces, and blood was oozing from the sunken area on his chest.

He staggered a few steps, bent down and picked up the broken sword, his movements cautiously, as if he was holding a fragile treasure.

"Trojan Horse Ox..." He stroked the patterns on the sword, his fingertips stained with his own blood.

Wang Xianzhi finally woke up from his dream and his face turned pale.

Only after throwing that punch did he realize what was happening, but it was obviously too late.

"You win, and I lose." Li Chungang raised his head and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

These three words exploded like thunder, and the viewing platform instantly boiled over.

"Impossible! How could the Sword God..."

"That sword...it's a divine weapon comparable to the Sword of Kingship!"

"Wang Xianzhi is so strong?"

Amidst the noise, only a few top experts remained silent.

Dongfang Guyue clenched his fists tightly, and Wang Quanshou's fingertips dug deeply into his palms.

They all saw that Li Chungang was actively restraining his strength.

In the corner, a white-haired old man was trembling all over, with turbid tears sliding down his wrinkled face.

He wanted to rush forward, but was held back by the young man next to him.

"Dad..." The boy shook his head with red eyes, "Brother...Brother..."

Li Changyuan burst into tears, but ultimately did not take that step.

He knew that going forward at this moment would only embarrass his eldest son further.

The mountain wind howled, blowing up the fallen leaves all over the ground.

Li Chungang put the broken sword back into the sheath, his movements as gentle as if he was treating his lover.

He looked at the bewildered Wang Xianzhi and said softly, "Don't blame yourself! Winning and losing are commonplace. This sword...it's time to retire."

Wang Xianzhi clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his flesh.

He understood that Li Chungang took the initiative to put away his sword in order to save him.

Taking the initiative to put away the sword also means that the opponent will lose.

"Senior, I..."

"Remember this feeling." Li Chungang interrupted him, his eyes suddenly becoming sharp.

"A truly strong person not only knows how to win, but also knows when to stop."

This sentence was like a revelation to Wang Xianzhi. He was shocked and the confusion in his eyes gradually turned into enlightenment.

He solemnly clasped his fists and bowed deeply: "Junior...I am grateful for your guidance."

Li Chungang nodded, turned and walked down the mountain.

His back was still straight, but each step he took seemed unusually heavy.

Blood dripped down the corners of his clothes, blooming into dazzling red flowers on the bluestone slabs.

The crowd watching the fight automatically parted a path, and everyone looked at the defeated Sword God with complicated eyes.

There was shock, confusion, but more of it was deep respect.

At the corner of the mountain path, a figure suddenly appeared.

The Aolai Third Young Master leaned against a tree, his eyes full of doubts: "Is it worth it?"

Li Chungang kept walking: "The sword is broken, but the man is still alive, that's good."

"Where to next?"