Journey to the Heavens from Wudang

Chapter 347 Hit!
Wang Xianzhi was slightly surprised, the No.15 sword that received his punch did not break in the end.

Song Nianqing was on her last breath.

Wang Xianzhi didn't care about him anymore, and strode towards Beiliang.

The old horse wailed, and Song Nianqing wanted to reach out and hold the rope, but found that he couldn't do it at all.

Wang Xianzhi, who was already far away, stopped, because he saw a person coming from a distance, that person stepped on the breeze, and his speed was extremely fast.

Zhang Yange passed by Wang Xianzhi.

He ignored Wang Xianzhi, but looked at Song Nianqing who was already breathing heavily.

"Don't close your eyes! If you close your eyes, you won't be able to open them." Zhang Yange put his hands on Song Nianqing's back.

Da Huang Ting's zhenqi poured into Song Nianqing's body like a tide.Song Nianqing, who was already on the verge of death, looked much better with the naked eye.

Seeing Zhang Yange healing Song Nianqing, Wang Xianzhi stopped caring about him and hurried on his way.

Zhang Yange's forehead was sweating slightly, Song Nianqing's fate was saved.

"Yan Ge, you saved me again." Song Nianqing smiled apologetically.

"Brother Song, please help me delay it." Zhang Yange said.

"What's the matter?" Song Nianqing sized up Zhang Yange, and realized that he was becoming more and more ignorant of him.

"I don't know if I haven't fought before." Zhang Yange laughed.

"Don't lose." Song Nianqing said weakly, "I believe you will be able to defeat that old monster Wang!"

"I'll work hard." Seeing that he was fine, Zhang Yange was relieved.

After he finished speaking, he stood up and was covered in thunder and lightning.

Old Monster Wang glanced back, then stopped.

Zhang Yange slammed into it like a thunderbolt.

Beiliang Palace
Xu Fengnian was traveling through the Spring and Autumn Period at this time. After Zhang Yange left, Huang Sanjia opened the book and gave Xu Fengnian the Confucian spirit in the book.

However, it will take some time for Xu Fengnian to integrate the three religions into one.

"Don't you feel sorry for giving up that opportunity to Zhang Yange?" Huang Sanjia asked Xu Fengnian with his eyes closed.

"Don't feel bad!" Xu Fengnian opened his eyes directly.

"That's right! He can give you the luck to kill Tuoba Bodhisattva, and it seems reasonable for you to give him a tall tree dew celestial body." Huang Sanjia knew that there was nothing serious about Miss Haha, so he was completely relieved.

Zhang Yange blocked the way, not just to help him buy time, but to completely solve Old Monster Wang.

But anyone who tells this kind of thing will think that Zhang Yange is crazy.

Even if he got Gao Shulu's celestial physique.

Gao Shulu was the great devil 400 years ago, the only peerless master who walked across the rivers and lakes in the posture of a celestial being, the last prince of the Dafeng Dynasty, went to the mountain to seek Taoism, and asked how to explain the immortal word, but no one could understand it. As a result, the dragons had no leader, and the Dafeng Dynasty was trampled to pieces by the cavalry on the prairie.

Afterwards, he was able to forget his worries, achieved the realm of heaven and man, and killed the bloody winds in the north and south of the river. No one dared to be called a master. The two had a hearty fight, Wuming Dao knew it well, Gao Shulu's heart was higher than the sky, and bet with Gao Shulu on whether he could unlock the mountain-opening talisman, and Gao Shulu was sealed by the talisman.

That unknown Taoist is one of Xu Fengnian's reincarnations.

Later, Xu Fengnian's spirit came out of his body, and Gao Shulu originally fought with him.

After the battle, Gao Shulu's soul was annihilated, and Xu Fengnian gave Zhang Yange that Gao Shulu's celestial body.

If Zhang Yange hadn't thoroughly comprehended the way of Tai Chi, he might not be able to quickly digest Gao Shulu's celestial physique.

But Zhang Yange hadn't fully digested it yet.

Wang Xianzhi made great strides forward, it seemed that he didn't have too much particularity behind him, to meet Zhang Yange, he simply threw out a single punch, and it was nothing more than ten blows.

The two people collided, and Huang Zhong Dalu's solemn and sublime voice suddenly resounded between heaven and earth.

In an instant, Zhang Yange bumped Wang Xianzhi with his shoulder, and Wang Xianzhi just punched Zhang Yange on the forehead.

Year after year, Wang Xianzhi resisted the tide of the East China Sea, which symbolizes the power of heaven, and he was still able to stand still, let alone unscathed, but after bearing this impact, his feet were sunk deep in the yellow sand, and he slid back sixteen to seventy feet.

Of course Zhang Yange didn't feel well either. He was hit on the forehead and between the eyebrows by a punch, and his footsteps were staggered at a height of more than a foot above the ground.

Wang Xianzhi raised his eyebrows slightly. He naturally saw that Zhang Yange had obtained Gao Shulu's physique, but Zhang Yange had only digested five or six points of his physique that day.

This five or six points of heavenly physique made Zhang Yange and him evenly matched.

Wang Xianzhi didn't know when Zhang Yange got Gao Shulu's physique, if he knew it was before leaving Beiliang, he might feel that Zhang Yange had outstanding talent.

The two of them didn't talk nonsense, and directly bumped into each other again.

This time it was the two elbows that first collided to block, Wang Xianzhi pushed out his palm diagonally, hitting Zhang Yange's forehead.

This old guy likes to beat people's foreheads.

Zhang Yange raised his hand to move the block and hammer, directly hitting Wang Xianzhi's heart.

The figure of Zhang Yange who was hit by a palm on the forehead was turbulent, but finally hovered in the air eight or nine feet away, stopped his decline, and his sleeves swayed slightly, as if he was floating in the sky.

Wang Xianzhi ate a move and beat but still stopped in place, but his knees sank into the sand, he raised his head and looked at the young man with a calm expression.

He's been hammered before!
At that time, Zhang Yange's movement, blocking and hammering were only fierce and unparalleled.

But at this time, this hammering combined hardness and softness, which is beyond words.

The old man in linen didn't speak. After he ascended to the top of the world, his heart was like an ancient well.

But the punch just now made him feel that way again.It was a hodgepodge of surprise, surprise, and happiness, and it was truly like drinking fine wine.

Wang Xianzhi brushed off his sleeves and smiled for no reason.

After reaching the first rank, the battle in the same realm, especially the death fight between the masters of the Vajra realm, where the body, aura and aura are fused into one furnace, is often the process of each of them peeling off the cocoons, removing their clothes and armor.

But this kid is as confident as himself, almost conceited, that is, no matter how energetic you are, if you do the opposite, you want to do it once and for all, destroy you first and then talk about other things!
But Wang Xianzhi felt that there was nothing wrong with Zhang Yange's self-confidence.

Because Zhang Yange's physique at this time is not inferior to him at all.

The two of them had just fought for less than three rounds, and Zhang Yange had digested Gao Shulu's celestial physique by seven points.

Most warriors are obsessed with the protection brought by their huge luck, just like people in the officialdom who have found a big backer and amulet, and have a smooth journey. Over time, they forget how to persist in self-reliance.

It doesn't matter whether he asks Changsheng's Zhixuan, or the celestial phenomena that claim to be in harmony with the heaven and earth, in Wang Xianzhi's view, they have gone astray. No matter how powerful these people are, they can't escape the sad fate of running dogs under the fence of others!

Only one's own strength is fundamental!
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