From one person to nine to five

Chapter 570: Aobozu (6)

Qingfangzhu increased the power of Moka Wuliang, and the Zen staff was danced faster, with the golden halo becoming denser, trying to strengthen the barrier and resist Xu Fu's attack.

But Xu Fu's attack was like a violent storm, one wave after another, continuous, and the golden barrier began to show obvious cracks under his attack.

Xu Fu's attacks became more and more fierce. His long spear drew golden lightning in the air, and each lightning accurately hit the weak point of the barrier.

Qingfangzhu felt unprecedented pressure. He knew that if the barrier was broken, he would face Xu Fu's attack directly. However, his physical strength had been greatly reduced at this time, and he could hardly withstand Xu Fu's violent attack.

At this moment, Xu Fu used his ultimate attack. He thrust the spear into the ground, put his hands together, and concentrated all his strength on the spear.

With his roar, the spear emitted a dazzling light, and a powerful force surged out of the spear, forming a huge golden light column that rushed straight into the sky. Although Xu Fu's attack was extremely violent, Qingfangzhu's golden barrier was not completely destroyed.

Although the barrier is covered with cracks, it still exists tenaciously, showing Qingfangzhu's profound Zen practice and powerful spiritual power.

Qingfangzhu slowly stood up from the ground, holding the Zen stick in his hand again. A glimmer of calmness flashed in his eyes, as if the violent attack just now had not shaken his heart.

He knew that the battle was far from over and he had to concentrate again and use his Zen mind to fight Xu Fu's anger.

Master Qingfang took a deep breath and began to dance with his Zen stick, performing even more sophisticated Zen techniques.

The Zen stick was light and agile in his hand. Every swing seemed to depict the ultimate truth between heaven and earth, and every rotation seemed to tell the mysteries of the universe.

The power of Zen mind formed invisible waves around him, which penetrated the barrier and went straight to Xu Fu's mind.

Xu Fu felt the invasion of this force. He knew that Qingfangzhu's attack had gone beyond the physical level and turned to attack his mind.

He gripped the spear tightly, trying to use the power of the spear to resist the invisible wave, but he found that the power of Zen mind was pervasive and directly penetrated his defense and touched his heart.

Qingfangzhu's Zen heart attacks became more and more intense, and the trajectory of the Zen stick in the air became more and more complicated, forming mysterious symbols. These symbols flashed golden light in the air, as bright as stars.

Xu Fu felt unprecedented pressure, and his mind began to waver under the impact of this force.

However, Xu Fu did not give in. He took a deep breath, transformed the anger in his heart into strength, and the long spear in his hand once again glowed with golden light.

He began to swing the spear in a unique rhythm, and each swing seemed to compete with Qingfangzhu's Zen power, and each attack was full of power and speed.

Qingfangzhu's Zen mind technique reached a new level, and the space around him began to change. Countless golden scriptures poured out from his body and floated around him.

These words not only carry the profound philosophy of Zen, but also contain powerful power. As Qingfangzhu dances with his Zen stick, they begin to rotate around him, forming a protective circle composed of scriptures.

As Qingfangzhu waved his Zen stick, the scriptures began to attack Xu Fu.

They were like sharp swords, pointing directly at Xu Fu's vital points. At the same time, they also carried a spiritual repressive force, trying to penetrate Xu Fu's defenses and disturb his mind.

Faced with this sudden attack on scriptures, Xu Fu felt unprecedented pressure.

He knew that these were not just words, they were the result of Master Qingfang's many years of practice, and each scripture contained a powerful spiritual force.

Xu Fu tightly grasped the spear, trying to use the power of the spear to resist the invasion of these words, but he soon discovered that the attack of these words was far more complicated and elusive than he had imagined.

Qingfangzhu's attacks became more and more sophisticated. The scriptures formed complex formations in the air. They revolved around Xu Fu, constantly looking for opportunities to attack.

Xu Fu felt that his mind began to be disturbed and his attack rhythm was also affected.

However, Xu Fu did not give up. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried to use his inner peace to resist the interference from the outside world.

He began to silently recite the fighting faith in his heart, trying to find the strength in the depths of his soul to resist the suppression of Qingfangzhu's Zen mind.

As Xu Fu silently recited, his long spear began to emit a brighter light, and a new power surged in his body.

He opened his eyes and swung his spear violently. A golden light wave surged out from the spear and rushed straight towards Qingfangzhu's scripture formation.

The golden light waves collided with the scriptures in the air, producing violent energy fluctuations.

Although Xu Fu's attack was powerful, Qing Fangzhu's scriptures should not be underestimated. They constantly reorganized in the air, forming a more complex formation, continuing to suppress Xu Fu.

Xu Fu's golden light waves were like a ray of dawn, trying to tear apart Qingfangzhu's scripture formation.

However, Qingfangzhu's Zen power seemed to be even deeper, and his scriptures were not only not defeated, but seemed to have absorbed Xu Fu's power, becoming more active and powerful.

Master Qingfang smiled slightly, clasped his hands together, and muttered something. Under his command, the scriptures began to move in a more mysterious trajectory.

They were no longer simple attacks and defenses, but formed an almost unpredictable attack pattern, making it difficult for Xu Fu to grasp their trajectory.

Xu Fu felt unprecedented pressure, but his fighting spirit was not shaken. He knew that this battle was not only a contest of strength, but also a showdown of will and wisdom.

He began to adjust his breathing, trying to bring his mind to an unprecedented state of calm, trying to gain insight into Aoandon's attack pattern through introspection.

As Xu Fu's mood changed, his long spear also underwent subtle changes.

The light of the long spear was no longer just a simple golden color, but began to flash with colorful light. Every time it was swung, it seemed to carry the power of heaven and earth, and it collided violently with Qingfangzhu's scripture formation.

The collision of golden light waves and scripture text is like the most intense symphony between heaven and earth. Every confrontation is filled with a contest of strength and wisdom.

Although Xu Fu's golden light waves were strong, Qingfangzhu's scripture formation was like waves in the ocean, one after another, layer upon layer, seemingly endless.

Xu Fu knew that he could not break this bondage with pure force alone, and he needed a more sophisticated strategy.

He began to adjust his breathing, synchronizing with Chang Ge's rhythm, trying to find the flaws in Qingfangzhu's formation.

Every swing of the sword was no longer a simple attack, but a test, a perception, an attempt to communicate with the mind of the Blue Master to some extent. Finally, after a seemingly inadvertent swing of the sword, Xu Fu felt a hint of unusual fluctuations.

That was a tiny gap in Qingfangzhu's formation. Although it was fleeting, it was enough for a master like Xu Fu.

He concentrated all his strength, turned the spear into a stream of light, and pointed it directly at the gap.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the golden light wave penetrated the scripture formation and directly hit the real body of Qingfangzhu. Qingfangzhu's face changed. He didn't expect Xu Fu to find the flaw in such a short time.

But he was a master after all. He remained calm in the face of danger, clasped his hands together, muttered something, and reorganized the scripture formation to form a more solid defense.

In this protracted duel, Qingfangzhu and Xufu both demonstrated their extraordinary fighting skills and profound inner strength. As the battle progressed, each encounter between the two became more dangerous and subtle.

Qingfangzhu's scripture formations were like living things. They rotated and intertwined in the air, forming one trap and maze after another.

Each word contained great power, and each reorganization seemed to be telling an ancient spell. The figure of Qingfangzhu was looming in the formation. His movements seemed slow, but in fact, every wave of his hand was full of thunder and lightning.

Xu Fu was like a calm hunter, his long spear dancing in his hand. Every swing was extremely precise, as if he could see through Qingfangzhu's every move.

His golden light waves were no longer a single straight-line attack, but varied in many ways, sometimes turning into spirals, sometimes dispersing into countless tiny rays of light, trying to penetrate Qingfangzhu's defense.

During the battle, Qingfangzhu suddenly changed his tactics. His scripture formation began to shrink, forming a huge vortex that sucked Xu Fu's long spear and the golden light waves into it.

Xu Fu felt unprecedented pressure, his long spear was spinning in the whirlpool and almost slipped out of his hand.

But he did not give up. Instead, he concentrated more and focused his inner strength and will on the long spear, trying to stabilize the situation.

At this moment, Xu Fu discovered a weakness in Qingfangzhu's formation. In the center of the vortex, there was a tiny hole where the power of the scripture was the weakest.

Xu Fu knew that this was his only chance. He took a deep breath, concentrated all his internal strength on the tip of the spear, and then swung it violently. The spear turned into a golden lightning and pierced the center of the vortex.

"Buzz!" With a deafening sound, the long spear penetrated the vortex and hit the real body of Qingfangzhu. Qingfangzhu's face changed. He didn't expect Xu Fu to find and use this weakness.

But Qingfangzhu was a big monster after all, and his reaction speed was extremely fast. He immediately adjusted the formation and neutralized Xu Fu's attack.

The battle fell into a stalemate again. Xu Fu and Qing Fangzhu both knew that in order to win, they had to find the opponent's weakness.

The fight between the two became more cautious and subtle, with each attack full of probing and calculation.

Xu Fu began to try different ways of attack. His long spear drew complex trajectories in the air, trying to confuse Qingfangzhu's vision.

However, Qing Fangzhu used his scripture formation to constantly change his position and form, making it difficult for Xu Fu to figure him out.

As time went by, the physical strength of both of them was gradually consumed. But they both understood that this was a battle of will and endurance, and whoever got tired first would lose the initiative in the battle.

Therefore, they are all trying to maintain their best condition and looking for each other's flaws.

Finally, during a fierce battle, Xu Fu discovered a small mistake made by Qing Fangzhu. When Qing Fangzhu reorganized the formation, the position of one word was slightly shifted.

Although this mistake is almost negligible, it is enough for a master like Xu Fu.

Xu Fu seized the opportunity, and his long spear drew a perfect arc in the air and directly hit the deviated word.

With a "crack", the word shattered instantly, and the entire scripture formation was affected and cracks began to appear.

Qingfangzhu felt an unprecedented crisis. He knew that if the formation was destroyed, he would lose his suppression of Xu Fu.

He immediately increased the output of his internal force, trying to repair the formation. But Xu Fu did not give him this opportunity, his long spear attacked continuously like a storm, each time accurately hitting the weak point of the formation.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the scripture formation of Qingfangzhu finally collapsed. Xu Fu's long spear drew golden tracks in the air, surrounding Qingfangzhu's real body.

Qingfangzhu's face turned extremely ugly. He didn't expect that he would be defeated by Xu Fu. But he didn't give up, instead he stimulated a stronger power.

A strange light began to emanate from his body, and the entire space began to distort and vibrate.

Xu Fu felt an unprecedented pressure, he knew that Qingfangzhu was preparing for the final counterattack. He did not dare to be careless, and watched Qingfangzhu's every move with full concentration, ready to meet the coming storm.

This battle has reached the most critical moment.

Xu Fu and Qing Fangzhu both knew that every subsequent confrontation could be a decisive blow. Both of them increased their strength to the limit, ready to meet the climax of this life-and-death contest.

The flames of battle burned between the two men, and every clash was like a collision of stars, shaking the entire space. Xu Fu's long spear and Qingfangzhu's scripture power intertwined in the air, forming a magnificent picture.

The two figures shuttled across the painting, and every movement was full of power and beauty.

As Qingfangzhu's body slowly fell down, Xu Fu thought the battle was over.

However, at this moment, a cunning light flashed in Qingfangzhu's eyes, and his body suddenly turned into countless tiny points of light and dissipated in the air.

These light spots re-condensed in the air, forming a larger and more complex scripture formation that surrounded Xu Fu.

Xu Fu felt an unprecedented pressure. This new scripture formation was more powerful and elusive than the previous one.

The words of the scriptures were flying in the air. They were no longer simple words, but turned into sharp blades, constantly cutting Xu Fu's defense.

The voice of Qingfangzhu echoed in the air, with a hint of teasing and disdain: "Do you think this is the end? Xu Fu, you underestimate me too much."

(End of this chapter)