From one person to nine to five

Chapter 569: Aobozu (5)

Qingfangzhu did not show any panic when facing Xu Fu's "Breaking Waves Slash".

His Zen stick still drew perfect circles in the air, and these circles intertwined to form a more complex network.

Although Xu Fu's "Breaking Waves" was swift, it was like being stuck in a quagmire in Qingfangzhu's force field, and it was difficult to exert its due speed and strength.

However, Xu Fu did not give up. His long spear drew more and more sharp arcs in the air, and each swing brought more powerful internal force.

He began to try to combine his internal force with Chang Ge's attack, attempting to break Qing Fangzhu's defense with the penetration of his internal force.

Qingfangzhu felt the change in Xu Fu and he knew that this was Xu Fu's final counterattack.

The circles drawn by his Zen stick in the air began to become more dense, and each circle carried a powerful suction force, trying to guide Xu Fu's "Breaking Waves" away.

Qingfangzhu launched the attack first. He closed his eyes and concentrated his mind, entering a state of Zen meditation.

The staff seemed to come alive in his hand, dancing with his movements. Every swing was accompanied by the sound of wind, as if the sound of Zen was echoing in the mountains.

Each of his attacks was extremely precise, the tip of the staff cut through the air and pointed directly at Xu Fu's vital points.

Seeing this, Xu Fu did not dare to delay. He tightly grasped the golden spear and nimbly dodged Qingfangzhu's attack.

The long spear in his hand was like a golden dragon, sometimes circling, sometimes stabbing straight, and each attack was full of power and speed.

His long spear was not only impeccable in defense, but also displayed amazing destructive power in counterattacks.

The fight between the two became more and more intense. Qingfangzhu's Zen stick was as continuous as flowing water, while Xu Fu's long spear was as fast as lightning.

Every collision sparked sparks, and every confrontation caused the dust of the ancient temple to fly.

The two figures intertwined in the moonlight, forming a breathtaking battle scene.

Qingfangzhu's Zen mind made his attacks more steady and powerful, and every swing of his Zen staff seemed to contain unfathomable Zen meaning.

Xu Fu, relying on his combat experience and intuition, kept looking for Qingfangzhu's flaws, trying to deliver a fatal blow with his long spear.

During the battle, Qingfangzhu suddenly changed the rhythm of his attack. His staff drew complex trajectories in the air, forming an invisible formation that trapped Xu Fu inside.

Xu Fu felt unprecedented pressure, he knew that this was the unique skill of Qingfangzhu - Zen Heart Formation.

In this formation, every attack of Qingfangzhu seemed to be able to predict his next move, leaving him nowhere to escape.

However, Xu Fu did not give up. He took a deep breath and concentrated all his strength on the long spear. The golden long spear in his hand emitted a dazzling light.

He began to swing the spear in a unique rhythm, and each swing seemed to compete with Qingfangzhu's Zen formation.

As time went on, the battle between the two entered a white-hot stage.

Qing Fangzhu's Zen staff and Xu Fu's long spear intertwined in the air, creating countless light and shadows. Every collision was like the collision of stars, shaking the entire ancient temple.

The power of the two men reached its peak at this moment; their fight had transcended ordinary martial arts and turned into a contest of spirit and will.

At this moment, Qingfangzhu suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes flashed with a deep light. He knew that this battle had reached the moment of deciding the outcome.

He concentrated all his Zen power on the Zen stick, preparing to deliver the final blow.

Xu Fu also felt the change in Qingfangzhu, and he knew that this would be a life-or-death blow.

He held the long spear across his chest, ready to meet Qingfangzhu's attack. The two men's eyes met in the air, and each could see determination and resolve in the other's eyes.

Qingfangzhu finally swung his Zen staff. This strike condensed all his Zen power. The staff drew Zen tracks in the air, pointing directly at Xu Fu's heart.

Xu Fu thrust his spear forward fiercely, and the golden spear drew golden arcs in the air, heading towards Qingfangzhu's staff.

With a loud bang, the Zen staff and the long spear collided in the air, generating a huge energy wave. The entire ancient temple was shaken, and the surrounding trees and rocks were destroyed by this force.

Xu Fu lay on the ground, gasping for breath, but there was an unyielding light in his eyes.

He knew that the battle was not over yet and he could not give up. He took a deep breath and concentrated the last bit of strength in his body on the spear, preparing to launch a final counterattack.

He slowly stood up, the golden spear in his hand gleaming brightly in the moonlight.

He began to wield the long spear, which in his hand was like a golden dragon, dancing with wild and powerful force.

His movements became faster and faster, and the long spear drew golden arcs in the air, forming a powerful momentum.

Seeing this, Qingfangzhu stood up again, holding the Zen stick tightly, ready to meet Xu Fu's counterattack. He knew that Xu Fu's "Raging Waves" was very powerful and he had to go all out.

Xu Fu's long spear was swinging faster and faster, and each strike was full of power and speed.

The long spear drew golden waves in the air, like raging waves, one after another, attacking Qingfangzhu. Each wave contained a powerful destructive force, as if it could destroy everything.

Seeing this, Master Qingfang did not dare to be negligent. He gripped the Zen stick tightly and began to practice Zen meditation.

The Zen stick in his hand danced faster and faster, forming a series of Zen-like tracks, which resolved Xu Fu's "raging waves" one by one.

Every swing of his hand was full of Zen, and every resolution he made seemed calm and unhurried.

The battle between the two entered a white-hot stage again. Xu Fu's "Raging Waves" was like a violent storm, one wave after another, constantly attacking Qingfangzhu.

And Qingfangzhu was like a towering mountain. No matter how fierce the wind and rain were, he remained unmoved and neutralized Xu Fu's attacks one by one.

As time went on, Xu Fu's "raging waves" became more and more violent, and each blow was like thunder and deafening.

And Qingfangzhu's meditation mind became more and more steadfast, and he seemed to be able to resolve every problem with ease.

At this moment, Xu Fu suddenly changed the rhythm of his attack. His long spear drew complex trajectories in the air, forming a huge golden vortex.

This vortex contained a strong suction force, as if it could swallow everything. Seeing this, Qingfangzhu knew that this was Xu Fu's trump card, and he had to deal with it carefully. He held the Zen stick tightly and began to perform the Zen Heart Formation, trying to break Xu Fu's golden vortex.

In the ruins of the ancient temple, although Qing Fangzhu was seriously injured, his will was not defeated. He knew that in the face of Xu Fu's "raging waves", he must use more powerful strength to deal with it.

Qingfangzhu slowly stood up, his eyes flashing with determination, and the Zen staff in his hand seemed to have regained life.

He took a deep breath and began to swing the Zen stick. His movements were slow and steady, and each swing was full of strength and determination.

The Zen stick drew mysterious tracks in the air, as if writing ancient scriptures.

As his movements became faster and faster, the trajectory of the staff gradually became blurred, and finally formed a huge circular halo that surrounded Qingfangzhu.

This is the ultimate skill of Qingfangzhu - Moka Wuliang. This move contains the most profound philosophy of Zen. It is not only a means of attack, but also an understanding and comprehension of life, the universe and nature.

Moka's infinite power comes from the Zen mind deep in Qingfangzhu's heart. It can mobilize the power between heaven and earth and form an invisible wave.

Xu Fu felt the fluctuation of this force, and he knew that Qing Fangzhu had used his trump card. Xu Fu did not dare to be careless, he held the long spear tightly, ready to meet Qing Fangzhu's attack.

His golden spear gleamed in the moonlight, as if responding to the impending challenge.

Qingfangzhu's Moka Wuliang was finally activated, and the Zen staff drew golden halos in the air, which spread out in all directions like ripples.

Wherever the halo went, the air seemed to be solidified, and time seemed to stop flowing at this moment.

Xu Fu waved his long spear, trying to resist this invisible wave, but Moko's infinite power was far beyond his imagination. The golden halo continued to impact his defense, and every impact made him feel tremendous pressure.

Although Xu Fu's long spear was powerful, it seemed to be powerless in front of Moke Wuliang.

Qingfangzhu's staff continued to dance, and the halos became more and more numerous and dense, eventually forming a huge golden ball of light that completely surrounded Xu Fu.

Xu Fu felt an unprecedented crisis. He knew that if he could not break through this force, he would not be able to survive.

At this life-and-death moment, a gleam of determination flashed in Xu Fu's eyes.

He thrust the spear into the ground, clasped his hands together, and began to silently chant an ancient spell. As he chanted the spell, the spear began to emit a brighter light, and a powerful force surged from the spear, competing with Moko's infinite power.

As the battle continued, Qingfangzhu and Xufu knew that this duel had reached a critical moment. Although Qingfangzhu's physical strength was greatly reduced, his will became more and more firm.

He knew that only by exerting his strongest power could he win in this life-and-death battle.

Qingfangzhu slowly stood up. Although his body was exhausted, his mind was unusually calm. He began to distance himself from Xu Fu and prepared to perform Moko Wuliang.

His steps were steady and powerful, each step seemed to be in sync with the pulse of the earth, and every breath resonated with the stars in the night sky.

After creating enough distance, Qingfangzhu once again waved his Zen staff and used Moko Wuliang. This time, he was not only attacking, but also setting up a golden barrier.

The Zen stick drew circles in the air one after another, each circle emitting golden light, gradually forming a huge golden light shield that enveloped the entire battlefield.

Within the golden barrier, the power of Zen spread, and every inch of space was filled with Master Qingfang's Zen power.

Within the barrier, time seemed to slow down and space became distorted, forming a Zen realm independent of the outside world.

Xu Fu felt this powerful force, and he knew that if he could not break through the barrier, he would be trapped in Qingfangzhu's territory forever.

He took a deep breath, stuck his spear into the ground, clasped his hands together, and began to silently recite the ancient spell.

As the spell was chanted, the long spear emitted a dazzling light again, and a powerful force surged out of the long spear, trying to counter the power of the golden barrier.

The golden barrier and Xu Fu's power collided in the air, causing violent fluctuations.

Each wave was like a sea wave, one after another, constantly impacting Xu Fu's defense.

Xu Fu felt unprecedented pressure, but his will was not crushed. He continued to persevere and tried to find a way to break through the barrier.

Qingfangzhu continued to perform Moka Wuliang within the barrier. The movement of the Zen staff became faster and faster, and the golden halos became more and more numerous and dense.

His power continued to grow within the barrier, and each halo contained powerful destructive power, constantly attacking Xu Fu.

Xu Fu waved his long spear, trying to resist the attacks of these halos, but he found that within this barrier, each of his attacks was greatly restricted.

His strength seemed to be weakened by the barrier, while Aoandon's attacks became stronger and stronger.

At this critical moment, Xu Fu's eyes flashed with determination. He knew that only by surpassing his own limits could he break this barrier.

He pulled out the spear violently, held it high, and concentrated all his strength on the spear.

He began to wield the long spear. Each swing was full of power and speed. The long spear drew golden arcs in the air and formed powerful attack waves.

Xu Fu's attack wave collided with Qingfangzhu's halo in the air, causing a huge explosion.

The golden barrier began to crack under the impact of this force, but Qingfangzhu did not give up. He continued to use Moko Wuliang to try to maintain the integrity of the barrier.

The battle entered its most intense stage. The two men's forces continued to collide in the air, and each collision produced huge energy fluctuations.

An unprecedented anger surged in Xu Fu's heart, and he felt unprecedented challenges and crises.

Facing Qingfangzhu's Moko Wuliang and the golden barrier, he knew that if he could not break through the barrier, he would never be able to win and might even die.

Xu Fu's anger aroused the power deep in his heart. He waved his golden spear and began a crazy attack.

The long spear in his hand seemed to have turned into a violent golden dragon. Every swing was accompanied by the force of thunder, and every attack was filled with destructive power.

The golden barrier began to tremble under Xu Fu's crazy attack, and every impact of the long spear caused a slight crack in the barrier.

When Qingfangzhu saw this, he felt a little surprised. He didn't expect that Xu Fu could burst out such powerful strength in a desperate situation.

(End of this chapter)