Mercenaries of the Heavens

Chapter 278
The two stood facing each other, Zhen Shanzi's momentum continued to rise, and the tip of the sword trembled. It was obvious that the strength was transported to the extreme, and the next blow was the strongest.

Wang Zhi remained unmoved, watching Zhen Shanzi, waiting for his attack.

Sure enough, the unstoppable Zhen Shanzi jumped towards Wang Zhi, the long sword in his hand was pointed at Wang Zhi's chest, the tip of the sword trembled with a 'woo woo' sound, and the sword style was extremely fierce and swift.

Wang Zhi raised the sword in his hand and said:

"Good swordsmanship, you can try my trick too!"

As he spoke, the short sword was stabbed lightly, but the broken sword style appeared strangely under Zhen Shanzi's sword body, and there was a long sound of 'ding'.

Zhen Shanzi grasped the long sword tightly, so he was not hit by Wang Zhi's long sword, and his figure flashed out obliquely, the sword was handed over to his left hand, and he swung his right hand to hit the right back.

Wang Zhi took half a step sideways and punched his attacking palm.

There was a boom, Wang Zhi didn't move, but Zhen Shanzi retreated a few steps obliquely, his right hand quickly clenched his fist and trembled.

After standing still, Zhen Shanzi looked at Wang Zhi in surprise, and said in his heart:
What a strong punch!But he doesn't see internal strength at all. Could it be that he doesn't know internal strength at all?Does it make my right hand go numb because of the external force?

Seeing that he still did not admit defeat, Wang Zhi unfolded his body skills and floated towards Zhen Shanzi. He swung his short sword rapidly, and Zhen Shanzi swung his sword with his left hand to block in a hurry.

Everyone heard the dense 'jingle' sound coming from the field, and with just one breath, the two attacked each other and resisted no less than ten moves.

Then, the sound in the field stopped, but it was Wang Zhi who pointed his sword at Zhen Shanzi's throat, and Zhen Shanzi's sword fell beside him, with sweat dripping from his forehead.

After listening to his rapid breathing a few times, he said:
"I lost!"

Wang Zhi closed his sword and cupped his fists and said:
"Acceptance!"

Turning back to the scene, looking at the crowd and asking:

"Who else is coming?"

After the words fell, the sound of the Buddha's horn came from outside the venue, and everyone followed the sound, but it was Shaolin Abbot and Master Fangzheng who had already stepped in.

He raised one hand and said:

"Amitabha! Wang catcher is good at martial arts! I have fought three times in a row, do I need to take a break? I will wait for you for a while, and ask for advice!"

Wang Zhi knew that this old bald-headed, honest and kind-hearted guy was actually a cunning guy.

Knowing that he has something to say first and won't rest, he puts his words to the front, fearing that after defeating himself, he will be laughed at by his fellow martial artists and take advantage of others!
This is not only to be that, but also to be that, I will beat you like this, and make you be laughed at!
Thinking of this, Wang Zhi shook his head and said:

"No need! Let's get started! Are you fighting with weapons or fists?"

Fangzheng said:
"Weapons have no eyes, let's compete with fists!"

Wang Zhixin said:

"It's because you know your swordsmanship is good, and Fangzheng is good at palms, and wants to use pure internal strength to defeat me! Unfortunately, you made a wrong calculation!"

Thinking of this, Wang Zhi inserted the sword into the scabbard, threw it down casually, and plunged the dagger with the sheath into the ground.

Wang Zhi clapped his hands, walked towards Fangzheng, and said in his mouth:
"Here I come, Master Fangzheng, be careful! My fist hurts!"

When Fangzheng saw Wang Zhi approaching, he handled it carefully. When Wang Zhi approached, he raised his hand to form the palm of a thousand hands. Suddenly, the shadow of the palm filled the sky, and he hit Wang Zhi.

Wang Zhi was concentrated, his fists quickly met, and the sound of "cracking" fists and palms suddenly sounded in the field.

Everyone outside the court applauded. In the first few games, Wang Zhiquan defeated his opponent with just a few moves, which made everyone very unsatisfactory to watch.

This meeting with Master Fangzheng was much more exciting.

Fang Zheng, who was fighting against each other, had a hard time knowing that Wang Zhi's punch was really strong, and his internal strength was full of palms, but he couldn't hurt Wang Zhi Fenhao.

As if the internal force could not enter Wang Zhi's body at all, how did he know that Wang Zhi's habit of melee combat is the attachment of telekinetic power to the body surface, no matter what internal force you have, you will never want to hurt Wang Zhi.

After more than ten moves against each other, Fang Zheng's palms gradually became numb and painful, knowing that he would lose without a doubt, so he simply used the ultimate move.

Wang Zhi, who was fighting against him, saw him open his mouth suddenly, Wang Zhi suddenly felt bad, and instantly blocked his ears with the power of thought, as expected.

Fangzheng shouted:

"Defeated!"

Then, a burst of inner power aimed at Wang Zhi's face and sprayed it at the door. It was Fangzheng's unique skill, Vajra Zen Lion's Roar.

Wang Zhi sensed the inner strength attacking his face, but Hao didn't panic, his ears were blocked by the power of thoughts, and his mind was not damaged;

The face is protected by thought power, and he is not afraid of hurting himself with inner strength.

Wang Zhi also yelled:
"Half-step collapse fist!"

Huo Luo, Wang Zhi took a small step and punched Fang Zheng's palm.

There was a loud 'boom', smoke and dust rose from the arena, and a figure staggered and fell out.

Everyone looked carefully, but it was Fang Zheng who was punched backward by Wang Zhi.

Fangzheng retreated a few steps before he stabilized his figure, his chest was rising and falling, his face was flushed, obviously he had suffered a little internal injury.

After a long while, Fangzheng finally calmed down his breathing. Looking at Wang Zhi, who was five meters away, calm and composed, he sighed in his heart and put his palms together:

"The king catches the head, and his martial arts are world-class! The old man is defeated, and his confidant will take it for granted!"

Seeing what he said, Wang Zhi clasped his fists in return and said:

"It's all about nature! Master Fangzheng's 'Thousand-hand Tathagata Palm, and Vajra Zen Lion's Roar' are also inscrutable! It is not easy to win!"

After finishing speaking, he walked back to the arena, pulled out the Chun Jun sword from the ground, looked at the crowd of martial arts people, and said in his mouth:
"Is there anyone else who wants to teach me next time?"

When everyone heard the words, they all looked at each other, but no one dared to play again.

After waiting for a long time, someone stepped forward, but it was the head of Wudang and Daoist Chongxu.

Only then did everyone suddenly realize that, judging from Wang Zhi's performance, among all the people present, only Daoist Chongxu could fight Wang Zhi.

Daoist Chongxu walked into the arena, slapped the leader, and said:
"Wang Butou's martial arts are profound, and I see that there is no one in the martial arts present who is your opponent!
Then let the old man do the finishing touches, let's fight Wang Butou!As long as Wang Butou wins the old Taoist, then you will be the No. 1 martial arts recognized by everyone, the true leader of the martial arts! "

Hearing Chongxu's words, all the martial arts people present applauded in unison, and even more talkative people shouted loudly:
"Yes! Catcher Wang, as long as you win Daoist Chongxu again, we will recognize you as No. 1 in the martial arts world and elect you as the leader of the martial arts world! We will also follow your orders and attack the Demon Sect Heimuya together! "

Wang Zhi pulled out a sword flower from the Chunjun sword in his hand, and said solemnly:

"Okay! Then, please enlighten Taoist priest Chongxu!"

After finishing speaking, Chun Jun sword lay across his chest, waiting for Daoist Chongxu to make a move.

Chongxu was not polite, he turned slowly to the right, raised the sword in his left hand, the sword was placed across his chest, his left and right palms faced each other, like holding a ball, his long sword was already full of momentum, It is Tai Chi swordsmanship.

Then, the sword in his left hand was slowly drawn forward, forming an arc, and a strong cold air came straight in front of Wang Zhi.

Wang Zhi swung the sword, the broken Qi style, and the broken sword style used a series of moves, and a wave of sword energy met the sword style that rushed to attack.

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