From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

White and black fists tore through the surroundings.

It's like a huge chessboard.

Wang Xianzhi was not an expert at Go, but his hands were truly powerful. He pressed his opponent's chest with his left and right hands, as if he had hit a piece of iron from outer space. The famous swords of the past, Wooden Horse and Ox, were no more powerful than this one, which was "tempered by hundreds of times".

When the force is released all at once, the transition will inevitably be unbalanced.

Jiang Yuan swept his fist across and hit his opponent on the side of the head. The power of twenty dragons and elephants made the old man in hemp clothes stagger to the ground, but his fists were like guns, and the killing power would naturally be released when it completely penetrated the body.

Unable to pursue the victory, two fists exploded in the chest, and Jiang Yuan flew up into the air. The fists smashed through the bodies of the two Vajra, as if they were tightly gripping his left internal organs and right lungs.

Wang Xianzhi did not touch the ground, but stood up in advance.

Whenever midsummer turns to autumn, huge waves hit the East China Sea.

Beating the tide day and night requires strength first and endurance second.

In this way, the "climbing heights" style came into being.

The platform has been built, and what else can we do next? We can only keep climbing higher.

Wang Xianzhi delivered a punch with all his strength.

As if crossing the flow of time, in an instant the fist force hit the opponent's heart again.

Jiang Yuan would rather vomit blood than let go of his strength.

It was like being stabbed through the chest. If there was only one King Kong by his side, this punch would be enough to decide the outcome.

The momentum has stopped and the sun is high in the sky.

There is still one punch that is as powerful as the sun.

In his sight, it was as if he was standing on the surface of the scorching sun. Wang Xianzhi first showed admiration in his eyes, and then returned the favor with a punch.

When he was young, he saw the Sword God roaming the world, and he was very proud of his swordsmanship.

Then, millions of fist energies turned into flying swords, spreading over several miles of land, using fists to ask the sky on behalf of the earth.

The big sun and the flying swords on the ground collided and destroyed each other.

Neither side was willing to wait for the winner to be decided, and they simultaneously broke through the vast aura in the center from both sides, and each delivered a heavy punch to the other's head with twelve points of force.

It was like a meteorite falling to the ground, or like a god ascending to heaven. The thick dark clouds broke open a hole as big as a fist, and the area within a radius of ten miles sank out of thin air.

"This punch is temporarily named Fengsheng."

The two sides passed each other, and the positions of heaven and earth were reversed.

And at the original spot, there was actually another "Wang Xianzhi" waiting to punch.

It’s all boxing intention, and only boxing intention.

As a result, with one punch, "Wang Xianzhi" disappeared.

Jiang Yuan was forced to raise his arms, because if he relied on physical strength alone, the two Vajras would be smashed to pieces.

After retreating three thousand feet to Wu Di City where one of its city walls was damaged, Jiang Yuan barely managed to dispel the strange fist intent.

The next second, the entire city and the ground moved backwards.

His arms and chest were already bloody.

Every punch, or any casual punch, of the number one in the world is stronger than the solar term sword in Xiangyang City before. In comparison, the latter is simply a half-baked one.

The four main gods in heaven are second only to the three founders of the three religions. Among them, Wang Xianzhi is the reincarnation of the White Emperor of the West in the human world for a hundred years. His physique, qi, boxing skills, and blood are all at the limit between heaven and earth.

Even in the future of the original world line, the reincarnation of Emperor Zhenwu obtained the physical body of Gao Shulutian and the realm of the three religions, but was unable to gain the advantage in the fight between warriors. Instead, he finally won by competing in the realm level and proving the way with force. Wang Xianzhi suddenly reached the end of the world and could only look for enemies in heaven.

In other words, this peak fight was a life-and-death battle from the very beginning, and it was destined that one would die and the other would live, so as to leave no regrets in the world. There is no second best in martial arts, and there is no such thing as a draw.

Jiang Yuan assumed a boxing stance, and his opponent was the first one who allowed him to truly display his so-called moves.

Resonating with the frequency of the movement of heaven and earth, integrating the energy and gathering it in the hands, the boxing method that was once called certain change or sudden change is ultimately just the force of earthquake. Now its purpose is not worth mentioning.

High in the sky, the thick dark clouds seemed to have real weight and began to sink rapidly.

The ground, grass, sand and rocks lost their real gravity and all floated in the air.

Between heaven and earth, a fist appeared before my eyes in an instant. "It is temporarily named Tianxia."

Wang Xianzhi's face was calm, but he was overjoyed. There were no dazzling secret techniques, nor any strange and bizarre methods, only the upright and authentic boxing spirit. He had waited for too long, so long that he was unwilling to leave the city for a whole sixty years, just to wait for someone to fight with him.

The so-called shoulder to shoulder means that you have to wait until the person you want to shoulder with appears before you are willing to use your boxing skills.

Among the warriors in the world, only those who understand the word "never retreat" can become masters.

The old man in hemp clothes, who didn't know that he was the White Emperor and didn't want to be the White Emperor, took a step forward and charged forward.

Thousands of figures exactly like him were left at every step.

Once they stood still, thousands of "Wang Xianzhi" punched at the same time.

In an instant, he stood shoulder to shoulder with the real Wang Xianzhi and delivered a punch of his own martial arts.

"The world" and "shoulder to shoulder".

Suppress the world and ascend to heaven alone.

The two men, who were not acquainted with each other but had the upper hand over each other, still dared to exchange punches even when the fight came to a head.

Don't dodge or evade, just use your fists to smash the opponent's body. Life and death are determined by fate, so it depends on who has the heavier fist and who has the harder chest.

Two great Vajras and one Zhixuan Realm.

The perfect body of a flawless warrior is revealed step by step against King Kong, Zhi Xuan, Tian Xiang, Di Xian and Tian Ren.

Given the tough physique of both sides, if the battle took place in the upper realm, it would be bound to attract a tsunami of military luck.

Wang Xianzhi's jaw was smashed, but luckily he survived because of his punching posture and timing of the force, and part of his shoulder was missing.

Jiang Yuan's major vertebra was hammered out of his body, leaving a big hole on his back.

Behind the two men were black and white fists that covered the sky and the sun, as if there had been only two of them fighting in this world since time immemorial.

"You're here too early."

Wang Xianzhi punched out again. He could have used the force to retreat and do another Dacheng's "shoulder to shoulder" move, but he just didn't want to. All the excuses he made were just pretexts. It would be better to do what he wanted.

The punch knocked off half of the opponent's jaw.

Jiang Yuan also knocked off a piece of the opponent's skull with one punch.

If no one wants to take a breath, then we'll fight to the death.

"Take a step back and I'll take your last name."

The protective qi had long been shattered, and he threw punch after punch, forcing himself to exert his full strength each time.

The fist force was raging, and deep gullies were left as if a celestial swordsman was trying his best to deliver the sword.

If anyone else in the same situation had come to this point, they would have been doomed.

Break the arms, smash the internal organs, and then pierce the heart and chest.

The two men continued fighting, completely supported by their fists.

For the seventh time, Jiang Yuan hit the forehead of his opponent who had the heaviest defense by using the cold and sharp Mingyue Fist.

In one fell swoop, he cut off half of his head.

Wang Xianzhi's last punch was no weaker than his peak one. A brand new "Sea Shattering" move acted as the deciding factor, knocking off the opponent's entire cervical vertebrae.

One had half of his head cut off and the other had his neck broken.

Both parties should have died first and then the other.

Jiang Yuan, who had never suffered such a serious injury since he started practicing, held his head with his one arm.

In a dozen seconds at most, his Yang Shen body would die.

Fortunately, there is the Saint Thief who can be called a cheat.

Before his death, Wang Xianzhi didn't even have the energy to think about his disciples. His entire mind was focused on one thing, and that was to punch without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)