From one person to nine to five

Chapter 565: Aobozu (1)

Deep in the valley of the mountains, there is an ancient temple. It is hidden behind lush trees and tangled vines, as if it is a place forgotten by time.

The door of the ancient temple is half-open, and the sunlight shines through the gaps onto the stone steps, making it look mysterious and peaceful.

Inside the temple, the great demon Qingfangzhu sat cross-legged, his figure looking particularly tall in the dim light. Qingfangzhu's appearance was both solemn and mysterious, his hair drooped like a waterfall, dark in color, with a faint green glow.

His skin had an unnatural green color, like the moss in the mountains, revealing an ancient vitality.

His eyes are deep, sparkling with wisdom, and seem to be able to see through everything in the world.

Master Qingfang was dressed in a simple monk's robe with ancient runes embroidered on it. These runes glowed slightly with his breath, exuding a peaceful and powerful aura.

His hands rested lightly on his knees, his fingertips lightly touching, as if he were performing some mysterious ritual.

The environment of the ancient temple complements the temperament of Qingfangzhu. As Xu Fu slowly approaches, the atmosphere in the ancient temple gradually becomes tense.

The golden spear in his hand shone brightly in the sun, and the tip of the spear was so sharp that it seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles.

Xu Fu's face was firm, his eyes revealed an unyielding determination, his steps were steady and powerful, and each step seemed extremely firm.

Qingfangzhu's eyes opened slightly, and his deep gaze met Xu Fu's gaze. There seemed to be a silent communication between the two.

The corners of Qingfangzhu's mouth rose slightly, revealing an elusive smile. He didn't seem surprised by Xu Fu's arrival, and was even a little looking forward to it.

Xu Fu stood in front of Qing Fangzhu, with his long spear pointed at him, and the air between the two seemed to freeze.

The murals in the temple seemed to sense the tense atmosphere, and the gods and legendary creatures seemed to hold their breath at this moment, waiting for the impending conflict.

Suddenly, a mountain breeze blew again, breaking the brief tranquility.

Xu Fu's long spear trembled slightly, making a crisp sound, and Qingfangzhu's monk robe also swayed gently in the wind, as if responding to Xu Fu's challenge.

The confrontation between the two is not only a contest of force, but also a collision of wisdom and strength.

As a great mountain monster, Qingfangzhu possesses unfathomable power and wisdom, while Xufu, as an indomitable warrior, also possesses a firm will and superb martial arts.

The battle was about to break out, but before that, both sides seemed to be looking for the best opportunity, waiting for the other side to reveal a flaw.

Every pillar and every brick in the temple seemed to be silently watching the upcoming contest, witnessing the showdown between the two powerful men.

The surrounding environment forms a sharp contrast with this confrontation. The tranquility of the ancient temple and the impending battle form a unique tension, which makes people hold their breath and wait for the final outbreak.

In this ancient temple, the confrontation between Qingfangzhu and Xu Fu finally turned into a fierce battle.

Master Qingfang stood up slowly, and he had a Zen staff in his hand. The staff was simple and unpretentious, but it exuded a steady power.

The top of the Zen stick is inlaid with a round jade stone, emitting a faint light, as if it contains some mysterious power.

Xu Fu's golden spear gleamed in the sun, his eyes were firm, his muscles were tense, ready for the upcoming battle. Qingfangzhu seemed calm, his Zen stick gently tapped the ground, as if he was communicating with the earth in some mysterious way.

The battle began with Xu Fu's roar. He waved his golden spear and attacked Qingfangzhu with lightning speed.

The long spear cut through the air, bringing up a sharp whistle, and pointed directly at Qingfangzhu's vital points.

Qingfangzhu was not in a hurry. He just waved his Zen stick lightly and resolved Xu Fu's attack.

Every swing of the Zen stick seemed to contain profound philosophy, and every touch of the ground seemed to guide the surrounding airflow, forming an invisible aura that dissipated Xu Fu's attacks one by one.

Seeing this, Xu Fu became even more determined. He knew that the opponent in front of him was not to be trifled with, and he had to go all out. He began to change his attack methods, and the long spear danced in the air like a dragon, sometimes stabbing straight, sometimes sweeping, and each strike was full of power and speed.

Qingfangzhu used the Zen staff as a medium to display his unique skill - "Zen Heart Flow".

The staff seemed to have life in his hands. Every swing of it carried an indescribable rhythm. When it collided with Xu Fu's long spear, it always produced a wonderful resonance, making it impossible for Xu Fu's attack to fully exert its due power.

The battle gradually entered a white-hot stage. Xu Fu's offensive became more and more fierce. The golden spear drew golden tracks in the air, like a meteor across the night sky, brilliant and deadly.

And Qingfangzhu was like an unshakable mountain, the Zen staff dancing in his hand. Every swing brought a steady power, dissolving Xu Fu's attacks one by one.

As the battle progressed, the murals within the temple seemed to come to life, with gods and legendary creatures leaping across the murals as if cheering for the battle.

The air was filled with a tense and exciting atmosphere, as if even time had frozen at this moment. In the fierce battle with Xu Fu, Qingfangzhu gradually entered a state of meditation.

His Zen mind was flowing, and every movement seemed calm and profound. The Zen stick in his hand was no longer a simple weapon, but an extension of his will and spirit.

As Qingfangzhu took a deep breath, the air around him seemed to begin to flow, forming an aura centered on him.

This aura slowly rotates, like an invisible vortex, drawing everything around it in.

Xu Fu could feel the pressure of this force, but he did not flinch. Instead, he focused more on dealing with every attack from Qingfangzhu.

Qingfangzhu's staff began to draw complex trajectories in the air. These trajectories seemed random, but in fact they contained profound Zen principles.

Every swing of the Zen stick was accompanied by a low chant, as if ancient scriptures were echoing in the temple.

These chants echo the trajectory of the Zen stick, forming a unique rhythm that makes people immersed in it involuntarily.

The jade on the top of the Zen staff began to emit a brighter light under the inner force of Qingfangzhu. The light was not dazzling, but soft and warm, illuminating the entire temple and reflecting Xu Fu's determined face. Under the light, Qingfangzhu's figure appeared taller, and every move he made was full of power and beauty.

As his mind deepened, Qingfangzhu's attacks became more unpredictable. The Zen stick in his hand seemed to have life, sometimes snaking forward like a spirit snake, and sometimes striking fiercely like a tiger descending from a mountain.

Every attack seemed to be exploring the gaps in Xu Fu's defense, looking for the best time to attack.

Xu Fu felt unprecedented pressure when facing Qingfangzhu's Zen Heart Flow.

He knew that if he couldn't find a way to crack it, he would be hard to resist Qingfangzhu's attack. So he began to adjust his battle strategy, trying to find the pattern in Qingfangzhu's attack.

Under the flow of Aoandon's Zen mind, the murals in the temple seemed to be given life. Gods and legendary creatures leaped on the murals, as if cheering for Aoandon's Zen mind flow.

The entire temple seemed to have become Qingfangzhu's stage, and each of his attacks resonated with every corner of the temple.

The battle entered a new stage, with the Zen Heart Flow of Qingfangzhu and the golden long spear of Xufu interweaving in the air to form a magnificent picture. Every confrontation was like the collision of stars, and every collision was like thunder.

The battle between the two has gone beyond an ordinary contest of strength and has become a contest of spirit and will, a pursuit of the ultimate in martial arts.

As the battle continued, Qingfangzhu's Zen mind flowed faster and faster, and the trajectory of his Zen staff became more and more complicated. Each of his strikes was like the laws of heaven and earth, unpredictable and unstoppable.

Although Xu Fu felt unprecedented pressure, his eyes were burning with a more ardent fighting spirit. He knew that only in such a battle could he truly break through himself and reach a higher level.

Xu Fu's spearmanship was unparalleled, a skill he had honed through countless battles. In the duel with Qingfangzhu, he finally used his best skills, and with a flick of the spear tip, he immediately displayed an amazing martial arts skill.

The shaking of the gun tip was not random, but contained Xu Fu's profound inner strength and exquisite understanding of gun skills.

Every shake seemed to draw invisible ripples in the air. These ripples spread out in all directions with the tip of the gun as the center, forming a unique aura.

Under the influence of this aura, Xu Fu's marksmanship became more agile and unpredictable.

His long spear was no longer a simple straight-line attack, but drew arcs in the air. These arcs were sometimes tight, sometimes loose, sometimes rotating like spirals, and sometimes undulating like waves.

Faced with Xu Fu's unparalleled spear skills, Qingfangzhu did not dare to be careless at all.

His Zen mind became deeper and deeper, and every swing of his Zen stick became more precise and powerful. He knew that facing an opponent like Xu Fu, any negligence could lead to failure.

There were many changes in the shaking of Xu Fu's spear tip. Sometimes, his spear skills were like a violent storm, with the spear tip shaking faster and faster, forming a dense attack network that forced Qingfangzhu to deal with it with all his strength.

Sometimes, his marksmanship was like a gentle breeze blowing on your face, and the shaking of the gun tip became soft and delicate, as if he was looking for Qingfangzhu's flaws.

As the battle progressed, Xu Fu's unparalleled marksmanship gradually showed more levels and changes.

The trembling of his spear tip sometimes blended with the calmness of mountains, sometimes with the unrestrainedness of rivers, and sometimes with the changes of wind and clouds. Every change made Master Qingfang feel unprecedented pressure.

However, Qingfangzhu did not back down. His Zen mind flowed more freely, and each swing of his Zen staff became more calm and precise.

With his Zen mind as his guide and his Zen staff as his medium, he resolved Xu Fu's unparalleled spear skills one by one, showing the profound background of the great monster.

The battle entered a white-hot stage, Xu Fu's unparalleled spearmanship and Qingfangzhu's Zen mind flowed in the air, interweaving a magnificent picture. Every confrontation was like the collision of stars, and every collision was like thunder.

The duel between the two strong men has become a visual and spiritual feast that is dazzling. Xu Fu took a step forward, his movements were swift and decisive, like a tiger in the mountains, ready to burst out with amazing power.

His long spear danced in his hand, bringing up a sharp sound of wind. Every swing was full of power and speed, pouring down on Qingfangzhu like a storm.

The tip of the long spear seemed to have life in Xu Fu's hand. It drew dazzling golden tracks in the air, and every shake released a deadly cold light.

Xu Fu's attacks were no longer limited to a single straight line or arc, but became varied and complex. His unparalleled marksmanship reached its peak at this moment, demonstrating unprecedented power.

Facing Xu Fu's more fierce attack, Qingfangzhu's eyes revealed a hint of solemnity.

The Zen stick turned lightly in his hand and then transformed into a series of Zen shadows, meeting each attack of Xu Fu with a rhythm that seemed slow but contained infinite changes.

Xu Fu's long spear was like a golden dragon, tumbling in the air. Every attack was accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air, trying to find a gap in Qingfangzhu's defense.

However, Qingfangzhu's Zen staff was like an ancient well in the deep sea. No matter how fierce Xu Fu's attack was, he could resolve it with a seemingly easy posture.

Every collision in the battle produced dazzling sparks, and the clash between long spears and Zen staffs echoed in the temple with the crisp sound of metal collision.

Xu Fu's offensive was like waves that came one after another, continuously, while Qing Fangzhu was like an unshakable reef, able to hold his position no matter how rough the waves were.

As the battle continued, Xu Fu's attacks became more and more fierce. His long spear drew perfect arcs one after another in the air, and each completion of the arc was accompanied by a deafening roar.

At this moment, his unparalleled marksmanship is not only a display of skill, but also a challenge to the limits of strength and speed.

Qingfangzhu's Zen mind became even deeper, and his Zen stick remained calm under Xu Fu's fierce attack.

Each of his swings was just right, as if he could predict Xu Fu's attack route and react in advance.

Under Xu Fu's fierce attack, Qingfangzhu chuckled, his smile revealed a kind of calmness and confidence. As he laughed, Qingfangzhu's Zen stick began to dance, and his counterattack began.

Zen Heart Style 2 is an exquisite move in Qingfangzhu's Zen Heart Style. It is not only a means of attack, but also a profound embodiment of Zen principles.

In this move, Aoandon's staff is no longer a simple weapon, but has become the embodiment of Zen. Every swing of it is filled with Zen philosophy and wisdom.

(End of this chapter)