The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Just when Zhang Cuishan and his wife were about to fall to Yitian Sword, Song Xing, who had been standing beside them, finally moved.

The Yanling knife was unsheathed, the cold light flashed, and the knife shadow was heavy, as if forming layers of barriers, blocking the two people.

The frantic sword energy swept across all directions, shrouding the entire mountain peak, forcing everyone outside the Zixiao Palace to evacuate, otherwise they would be easily injured if they were affected.

"Boom~~"

A loud noise came, the sword light shattered, and the sword energy was extinguished. Song Xing stood still, but the Yitian Sword's attack was blocked.

The Yitian Sword turned over in the air and fell back into the hands of Master Miejie.

Master Miejie looked at Song Xing with a cold expression, "Are the Kongtong Sect ready to stand on Wudang's side?"

Song Xing smiled, not hiding his ardent gaze towards Yitian Sword, and said, "Only Shaolin Emei is allowed to invite fellow practitioners, but Wudang is not allowed to invite people to help in boxing?"

Jiejie raised his eyebrows, "Are you going to take over this responsibility?"

Zhang Cuishan stepped forward and whispered: "Brother Song, this matter has nothing to do with you, you don't need to get involved."

Song Xing looked back at the couple and sighed: "I don't want to get involved, but if I don't take action, I'm afraid you and your wife will be killed on the spot without the Yitian Sword."

In his eyes, the rich mysterious power in Zhang Cuishan and his wife almost overflowed from their bodies, and most of their bodies were filled with dark mysterious power.

In the eyes of outsiders, the two people were majestic, but in Song Xing's eyes, the dark force above their heads was almost condensed into shape.

If they wait a moment longer, even if Zhang Cuishan and his wife are not swallowed by the force, they will turn into monsters and completely lose their human sanity.

Perhaps because they had absorbed too much internal energy from the Yitian Sword before, the internal energy and cunning power in Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu's bodies began to gradually become unbalanced, and the dark cunning force suddenly began to rapidly swallow up the vitality and internal force in their bodies.

Visible to the naked eye, the momentum of the two men began to plummet, and a look of death began to appear on their faces.

As soon as the figure flashed, Zhang Sanfeng, who was originally sitting in the main hall at the back, appeared in front of the three of them, with his hands volleying over the two of them.

After Zhang Sanfeng took action, the plummeting vitality of the two men finally slowed down and they did not die suddenly on the spot. However, they rolled their eyes, lost consciousness and fell backwards.

A flash of light flashed in Song Xing's eyes. He could see clearly just now that Zhang Sanfeng volleyed a few fingers into the two people's bodies, cutting off the expansion route of Zhang Cuishan's and others' bodies. Devouring fate.

He and Zhang Sanfeng looked at each other and realized that the magic power in Zhang Cuishan's body was out of control. If they didn't take a break immediately, they would be completely swallowed up by the magic power and turned into monsters if they hesitated for a moment.

Without bothering to think about why Zhang Cuishan had so much mysterious power in his body, Zhang Sanfeng fluttered his long sleeves and said in a long voice: "It's my [-]th birthday. Thank you all for wishing me a happy birthday. However, my disciple is in danger right now, so I'm sorry." I won’t keep you here anymore. When things get done here, Wudang will definitely give you an explanation.”

After saying that, while waving his long sleeves, his extremely violent inner energy was directed at the many people in the world in front of the main hall of Zixiao Palace.

The faces of the heads of various factions standing in front of the crowd suddenly changed as Zhang Sanfeng waved his palms.

They only felt a violent and suffocating inner energy rushing towards their faces, sweeping over their bodies like a wave, leaving no room for resistance.

"boom……"

The heads of each faction vomited out several mouthfuls of blood, and their bodies flew backwards, flying dozens of meters before stopping.

"Wow……"

Some people with weaker martial arts even fainted, while the rest were pale with blood oozing from the corners of their mouths.

With one palm, many first-class martial arts warriors were knocked back. Zhang Sanfeng calmly took back his long sleeves and said indifferently: "Today you come to my Wudang to celebrate my birthday. I, Wudang, should treat you with courtesy, but if you want to take the opportunity to insult my Wudang disciples, The old Taoist will not agree."

Among the people present, both Kong Wen and He Taichong had extremely ugly expressions.Zhang Sanfeng has been famous for so long that almost all the people who have fought against him in the world have died. Therefore, although Zhang Sanfeng is rumored to be the number one in the world, very few people have seen him take action in recent years.

The most recent attack was ten years ago when the changes in the world just happened.

In the past ten years, due to the changes in the world, countless famous masters have emerged in the world, and the older generation of masters have also broken through and entered the super-class.

Therefore, although the old people say that Zhang Sanfeng is the best master in the world, most of the rising stars disagree.

No matter how powerful Zhang Sanfeng was when he was young, now that he is a hundred years old, the physical exertion alone is enough to make these young masters think that they are not afraid of this Wudang sect master.

But Zhang Sanfeng's understatement just now made these leaders realize how huge the gap between the two sides was!

Among the people present, only Miejie Shitai, who was holding the Yitian Sword, was not so embarrassed by Zhang Sanfeng's attack.

Jue Jue looked at Zhang Sanfeng, who had a sullen face, and said in a deep voice: "Does the real person want to protect that evil thief Xie Xun? Since you insist on intervening in this matter, don't blame the poor nun for being cruel!"

Before she finished speaking, the Heavenly Sword in her hand was already stabbing towards Zhang Sanfeng with the sound of howling wind.

This Heavenly Sword was originally the top magic weapon of the Emei Town Sect, and it has been nurtured by three generations of Emei masters. The blade is so sharp that it can break gold and iron when blown by hair.

At this time, Master Miejie mobilized his true energy to activate the blade, and the power of the Yitian Sword suddenly increased dramatically. You could even vaguely hear a dragon's roar coming from the sword, which shocked the soul!

One after another, the sword light was like a substance, overwhelmingly attacking Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head slightly and flicked his fingers.

"Ding……"

The tip of Yitian Sword collided with Zhang Sanfeng's index finger.

Immediately, sparks burst out, and Zhang Sanfeng's fingers were not damaged at all.

"hiss……"

Everyone gasped and looked at this scene in great surprise.

They all knew how powerful the Yitian Sword was, but Zhang Sanfeng was able to withstand a full blow from the Yitian Sword with just one finger without being harmed. This strength was simply shocking and unbelievable.

The Yitian Sword is a divine sword. The terrifying pressure contained in the sword cannot be endured by ordinary people. Some people with weaker strength have difficulty standing in the power of the Yitian Sword.

Song Xing could see that Zhang Sanfeng's finger just now integrated the Zhenwu Sword into it, which was equivalent to a collision between the Zhenwu Sword and the Yitian Sword.

Zhang Sanfeng pointed his palms together and suddenly slapped his palm towards Mie Mie.

Although he is a hundred-year-old man, this palm shot was like an overwhelming force. A majestic and vast force surged towards Mie Mie in an instant, forcing Mie Mie to retreat, and the huge force of this palm was removed. Partial power.

But despite this, Miejie still felt tightness in his chest, and the true energy in his body was stagnant, and a bright red color slid down his throat.

The head of the Emei Sect fell down in one palm.

Miejie wiped the blood from his mouth, his eyes were full of unwillingness and anger, and he snorted coldly. The Yitian Sword seemed to feel Miejie's anger, and it instantly shined brightly!

And just when everyone's eyes were attracted by the Yitian Sword, a figure wearing a leather hat suddenly appeared among the martial arts warriors. Before anyone could react, he took a step forward and headed towards the people standing in the Wudang Sect. Zhang Wuji, who was on the edge, pounced. (End of chapter)