Travel through the heavens

Chapter 286 Wuwu 2

Fang Muye smiled and then punched Wang Xianzhi hard.

The powerful fist force was like a white rainbow, tearing through the sky and hitting Wang Xianzhi directly.

Wang Xianzhi had an expressionless face. He stretched out a palm, caught the fist force, and slowly clenched his fist, crushing Ling Lie's force into pieces.

The sound in his hands was louder than summer thunder, and the sea beneath his feet was exploding with huge waves.

Fang Muye already knew that the punch he had just delivered could not do anything to Wang Xianzhi, but he saw him following up with the fist force, taking a step forward, directly crossing a distance of several dozen feet, arriving in front of Wang Xianzhi, and punching him.

Wang Xianzhi stepped forward with his right foot, seemingly without much thought, and met the man's punch with a simple punch. There was no other method, just force overcoming skill.

The two powerful energies collided with the two people's bodies first, and the solemn and wonderful sound of Huangzhong Dalu suddenly rang out between heaven and earth.

Wudi City was built by the water, overlooking the vast ocean. Every year when summer and autumn meet, there would be surging white waves, and the tide would stretch for hundreds of miles, hitting the east city wall.

Thirty years ago, whenever a tornado appeared at sea, Wang Xianzhi would proudly stand on the east city wall and use his arms to beat the waves and ride the tide. Over the past thirty years, two people have successively replaced him to "beat the tide", but none of them could be as powerful as Wang Xianzhi.

Wang Xianzhi had been able to hold back the mighty East China Sea tide, a symbol of divine power, year after year, remaining unmoved and unscathed. However, after taking this punch, he slid backwards a full three hundred feet.

Fang Muye took advantage of the situation and did not show any mercy. He flashed and disappeared, just like the Taoist magic of shrinking the earth into an inch. In a flash, he appeared in front of Wang Xianzhi and punched him again.

Wang Xianzhi had not yet completely recovered from the aftereffects of the previous punch, and when faced with Fang Muye's second punch, he raised his elbow to block it. Although he remained standing, he was forced back seven hundred feet.

Everyone watching the fight on the shore was speechless.

No one in the world has ever been able to make Wang Xianzhi, who can kill immortals, retreat a thousand feet.

Is this young man named Wen Hua even more powerful than the old monster Wang who has been at the top of the world for decades?

In the East China Sea, Wang Xianzhi created a gully several feet wide on the sea surface, which then returned to normal in an instant.

After the two punches, Fang Muye did not pursue the victory, but just stood seven hundred feet away.

Wang Xianzhi shook his ankles and kicked off the tattered hemp shoes on his feet. His sleeves were torn and torn off, revealing his strong bronze arms. His muscles were as hard as rocks and contained the power to split mountains and destroy cities.

Martial artists who use force to prove their principles have always been despised by people of the three religions and regarded as inferior methods that go against the will of heaven. It was Wang Xianzhi who single-handedly turned the tide and reversed the world's views. In particular, people like Tuoba Bodhisattva and Xuanyuan Dapan successively achieved success and fame, which made Wang Xianzhi, the pioneer of this martial art, even more prosperous and never faded.

Wang Xianzhi looked calm as he looked at Fang Muye from afar. His Qi was flowing and surging inside his body, like a vast ocean.

In terms of internal strength alone, among the top ten martial artists, Cao Changqing is more outstanding than Deng Tai'a, who is ranked third in the world. However, he can still not compare with Wang Xianzhi.

In terms of combat power alone, the Green Shirt Sword God before the Jiazi year and the old man in sheepskin coat who returned to the peak of swordsmanship on the snowy plain of Guniujiang were roughly on par, but Wang Xianzhi was much better than himself before the Jiazi year.

Over the past five hundred years, there have been six or seven people recognized as the best in the world. In the last hundred years, it was finally decided that Wang Xianzhi would take the throne. This old man who claims to be the second best in the world is undoubtedly more powerful and invincible than the demon Liu Songtao of Zhulu Mountain a hundred years ago.

At that time, Qi Xuanzhen, who was sixty years old but had a face as clear and elegant as that of a young man, stood on the Demon-Slaying Platform and looked at the world, guarding the door for the way of heaven. No evil spirits could cause trouble in the world.

Nowadays, with the old but strong Wang Xianzhi as the stabilizing force in the martial arts world, no martial artist can stand out. So how can there be a new tree standing out in the martial arts world?

Over the past eighty years, the tides have come and gone, and the four great masters have become ten martial arts critics who are elected every ten years. Masters have been replaced one after another, and no one knows what this old monster is thinking.

Wang Xianzhi himself knew that he had been in charge of Wudi City for many years, and except for those carefree people who wanted to die, he had never destroyed a talented pillar of the martial arts world. It was not because he, Wang Xianzhi, had a heart of a bodhisattva and felt compassion for everyone, but because he hoped that these people could reach the top of the martial arts, and there would appear a warrior who could eventually stand shoulder to shoulder with him, an opponent who could eventually be on par with him.

A smile appeared on Wang Xianzhi's lips.

Finally waited.

This time the fight will be a little more satisfying, right?

In an instant, Wang Xianzhi, who was already strong and muscular, became even more arrogant, like a god from heaven who had descended to the earth.

Wang Xianzhi bent his knees slightly, spread out his left hand and slowly extended it forward, lowered his right shoulder, and clenched his right fist.

Fang Muye's two punches gave Wang Xianzhi a gift of a thousand feet, and Wang Xianzhi had no reason not to return the favor.

Wang Xianzhi, dressed in coarse linen clothes, made an unremarkable opening move. There was neither the artistic conception of wind and clouds surging between heaven and earth, nor the majestic atmosphere of the water of the East China Sea standing all around.

Wang Xianzhi withdrew his left hand, exhaled lightly, and began to move forward.

He took one step at a time, but he was not stepping on the sea surface, but walking in the air, like a stone hitting the water, forming a string of ripples. Every step he took made a deep hole several feet in radius on the sea surface, making a loud "bang bang bang" sound, like a huge bell knocking on Fang Muye's heart, causing Fang Muye's eardrums to vibrate violently, with the amplitude getting stronger and stronger, and even his temples on both sides began to sink and bulge.

Even so, Fang Muye remained calm and motionless, without any sign of throwing a punch. He waited until Wang Xianzhi's speed became faster and faster, until he had accumulated enough strength to the extreme. With one final leap, he crossed a hundred feet in one step and punched. Fang Muye's eardrums and temples suddenly stopped moving at the same time, and then he threw a punch.

The two fists collided with a loud bang.

A "lake" of powerful energy appeared on the side between the two fists. The thin lake surface was hideously distorted, and the deafening sound spread across the sea and sky.

The layers of waves on the sea were flattened in an instant, like a mirror, and a moment later huge waves exploded again, popping up one after another like bamboo shoots after rain.

Some of those watching the fight on the shore were close by, but their martial arts and physical strength were not up to par, so they were caught in the crossfire and were shocked by the escaping fist energy. They either vomited blood or exploded on the spot.

A true top martial arts master will fight with all his might and will never give smaller fry a chance to applaud or get startled.

At the center of the collision, Wang Xianzhi's face, which did not show any signs of aging, was like the wrinkles of lake water, with layers of subtle ups and downs emerging, and then slowly returning to calm.

Fang Muye's hair suddenly flew back and then suddenly fell down.

When both of them punched, their arms swung back at the same time, and then they changed hands and punched at the same time, and it was almost like another winter thunder that echoed across the plain.

Neither of them moved, but the distance between them grew larger and larger.

A gully was torn on the sea surface, its width and length gradually increasing.