Pindao's surname is Zhang, his ancestor is Immortal Immortal

Chapter 128: Capturing Immortal Hands! Six captured dragon elephants!

Things are unpredictable.

Who could have imagined that the nickname he casually thought of that day would actually come true!

The dominance of fists and swords is not about moves, but about momentum and intention.

"Forget it, it's better than the butcher's reputation."

Zhang Yuqing gathered his energy and sat cross-legged for a while.

About half an hour later, Zhao Longxiang opened his eyes and stood up. Electricity was generated in the void, and his black hair was dancing wildly.

"Ba Fist, come again!"

Not to mention anything else, Zhao Longxiang's attitude towards pursuing martial arts is enough to prove that he is extraordinary.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"This technique is called Immortal Capturing Hand!"

Forget it, let’s leave it to Shangguan Hongxiu!
"I wonder how the little monk is doing?"

Zhao Longxiang on the opposite side remained silent. Silence is today's theme.

When the fist seal is struck, four true spirits appear, heaven's will dominates the sky, and five gods overlook the eight poles.

Only the general outline of martial arts scripture shines, showing various scenes, and the protective mountain body is immortal.

Ouch! hold head high! Ouch! Plunder!
Dragons and phoenixes sing together, turtles and snakes hiss, and white tigers roar into the sky.

"Ba Quan, when the martial arts ceremony is over, I will come back to you for a real showdown."

Zhang Yuqing just gave a slow drink.

He looked at his broken arms hanging down, then looked at the deep dent between his chest, and a trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

The bolts of light burst out, and there were bursts of thunderous roars.

Zhang Yuqing stood up leisurely and curled his fingers.

However, although he was defeated this time, he also hurt Zhang Yuqing.

The duel time of one move only lasts for an instant.

Zhao Longxiang said and left, his figure disappeared into the sky, and another voice was carried by the wind,

Zhao Longxiang drank deeply, his aura was like the sun, Zhou Tianbao's apertures trembled, his physical body and spirit appeared, he had the posture of swallowing up all the wastes, he was extremely domineering.

Zhang Yuqing shook his head and responded with a relaxed smile, "How could I die here!"

Could it be that the young monk Jiaheng was beaten to death?
Zhang Yuqing just had this thought.

With one punch, the wind was as sharp as a sword, and the mountains were shaking.

The ten fingers rise together to destroy the mountains and rivers.

The little monk exclaimed in surprise and looked at Zhang Yuqing with his clear eyes.

The two of them swooped forward, only for a moment.

"It's amazing, it actually hurt the Sa family."

One is a young monk, with a handsome face, shiny hair, a bit shy personality, and his hands clasped together.

Zhao Longxiang was neither annoyed nor angry, his expression was solemn and solemn, as if he regarded Zhang Yuqing as his lifelong enemy and treated him seriously.
"I have combined the six scriptures into one, gathering the true skills and mysteries of the six paths into one technique."

"Don't die here."

"drink!"

Even the immortals and gods in the sky want to capture and suppress him.

Zhang Yuqing was surprised.

"Ba Fist!"

He followed closely behind a young man.

Every finger is bright red, with a divine glow.

He doesn't care about his injuries.

After six defeats and six battles, his Taoist heart did not collapse.

He raised his eyes, his eyes still bright and full of fighting spirit.

Lost again!
Defeated again without any doubt.

He did not pursue Zhao Longxiang again.

After the strange phenomena of heaven and earth dissipated, Zhang Yuqing took three steps back gently. Traces of ten fingers appeared on his body, and dripping blood was flowing.

Regardless of the opponent's character, his martial arts will is worthy of admiration.

He then thought about it, what happened to the matter where he ordered the young monk to hold back Shence Army Pei Wushuang?

I saw two figures coming.

He spread his fingers together, and the red clouds shot out one after another.

Such a coincidence?
Zhang Yuqing immediately responded with his left eye blinking.

The young man next to the little monk looked at him with burning eyes.

"Are you the Ba Fist?"

"It's just Sajia."

"I heard that you defeated Zhao Longxiang. Let me weigh your strength."

Pei Wushuang raised his spear with his backhand, intending to stab Zhang Yuqing to the core.

The young monk looked anxious and quickly stood up to stop him, "Donor Pei, please don't use a sword."

The young monk is so brave.

Another point, how did the young monk convince Pei Wushuang?

Zhang Yuqing was confused and curious.

"Brother, the Sa family will fight with you another day." He smiled carelessly.

"That's fine. I'll be waiting for you in the Shence Army. If you don't come, I'll dig three feet into the ground to dig you out."

Pei Wushuang slowly put away his spear.

"Little monk, we are destined to meet you!"

"So does the donor."

Saying goodbye to the young monk Jiaheng, Zhang Yuqing turned and left.

In front of the other five cliff scriptures, more and more warriors came.

And the name of Baquan is also known to more and more people.

"I also want to be low-key!"

"But the strength doesn't allow it!"

What can the Sa family do? There is nothing they can do!
.....
The rotation of the sun and moon in the real blessed land is different from that in the outside world.

The sun is still high in the blessed land, but dusk is approaching outside.

The sunset is like gilded gold, covering this ancient city with a layer of golden veil.

On the city tower, Mr. Laofu coughed lightly and looked down at the vast Hanyue Mansion. The people are still celebrating at the ceremony.

Men, women, and children all had jubilant smiles on their faces.

Laughter and laughter gathered from all directions.

Even Laofu Jun's furrowed face couldn't help but smile.

"Yanzhang, how long do you think these peaceful days can last?"

After saying that, he turned around and looked at the old layman in Confucian robes.

The layman's surname is Gu and his courtesy name is Yanzhang.

The old layman said in a serious voice, "It will surely remain unchanged for eternity."

"Even you old boy has learned to lie."

Mr. Laofu smiled, shook his head and sighed, "In front of me, there is no need to say these beautiful words. They are meaningless. How can you and I really believe in eternal peace?"

"Throughout ancient and modern history, there was only one day of true peace in the world. The remaining nine long years were filled with endless wars and chaos."

"Peace is such a luxury."

The old layman was in awe, "Despite this, there are still countless sages who have come forward to create peace for all generations."

"There will be a day in the future."

"Yes, sooner or later there will be such a day." Fu Jun nodded and looked into the sky, "It's a pity that you and I can't see that day coming."

"But our descendants can see it." The old layman responded.

"Hopefully!"

Fu Jun waved his hand and whispered, "I'm just feeling a little emotional."

"I don't know how many warriors and forefathers sacrificed their lives for this brief period of peace and tranquility in Hanyue Mansion. Their bones are still buried under Shanhaiguan, and their blood has stained every inch of the land."

"We, warriors, should take up this banner."

"But unfortunately, some people's hearts are crooked."

He paused and sighed again,
"Yanzhang, this man's heart is the most unpredictable. Once he goes astray, it will be difficult to turn back."

Of course the old layman could understand the profound meaning of Fujun's words, but he sighed helplessly, "We can only believe in the judgment of the Holy One."

"Your Majesty!"

Mr. Laofu groaned in a low voice, feeling as if he was lost.

"The Holy One is devoted to the pursuit of immortality and has no time to take care of the affairs of the court. Instead, he sends people everywhere to seal up the ancient relics. He desires the way of the ancient kings, wastes national power, and ignores the internal disputes in the court, which has led to the increasingly fierce intra-party disputes today."

"The Holy One is no longer the young man he once was."

"If this continues, the world will be in chaos."

The old layman was frightened and said, "Master, be careful what you say."

"Be careful what you say. Now that things have happened, there is nothing I dare not say."

Mr. Laofu grinned and said, "You old guy, you still believe in the theory of monarch and minister. Half of your body has been buried in the ground. Why do you need to do this?"

"I will abide by this way all my life." said the old layman.

"That's it, let's not talk about this anymore."

Mr. Laofu waved his hand, "I don't have many years to live. It's already a luxury to be able to retire safely in this position. The rest will be something that future generations will worry about."

……

In the blessed land!
Zhang Yuqing continued his great business of purchasing goods.

Because his name of Domination Fist spreads, the first thing that comes to mind when the current warriors of Blessed Land see his rough appearance and mountain-like body is Domination Fist.

I was in awe of him and kept a distance from him.

No matter what, he also ended up in peace.

"No, someone has gone crazy and gone crazy."

At this time, a sound of panic floated from a distance, resounding through the mountains and forests.

A swarm of birds and beasts scurry about in shock.

"Run away quickly. The sword in the wind is possessed by magic. It will kill anyone on sight and chop with the sword."

"Damn, it's really unlucky. I did a good job digging for treasures and medicines, but I was stabbed by someone. Fortunately, I was lucky enough to save my life.

Stop and turn around.

Zhang Yuqing saw some warriors with blood on their bodies and fled in panic.

"What's going on?" He stopped an injured and bloody warrior and asked.

When the warrior saw his appearance, he said suspiciously, "Who is your Excellency?"

"Ba Fist."

"It turns out that your Excellency is the famous Ba Quan in the world. I have admired him for a long time." The warrior was shocked, and then said quickly,
"There is a martial artist in front of him who has become obsessed for some reason. His eyes are red and he has lost his mind. Now he kills everyone he sees and kills for ten miles."

"What's even weirder is that the more he kills, the stronger he becomes."

"We are no match, so we can only escape."

Zhang Yuqing was curious, "Who is the warrior in the martial arts world?"

"My real name is Yang Chong, nicknamed Fengli Dao. He is good at the Xunfeng sword technique. He has a prodigal character. He often goes to Chunfeng Tower and other hook-and-rail places, but he has become obsessed for some reason."

The warrior said everything.

Zhang Yuqing has never seen a warrior go crazy.

It is said that when a warrior becomes obsessed, not only will he lose his mind, but his strength will skyrocket, which is very strange.

After thinking for a moment, he walked towards the possessed warrior Fengli Dao.

Want to take a closer look at the essential factors behind obsession?
Why does a possessed warrior make a person's strength soar?
only!

When he arrived.

But he saw that the possessed warrior Fengli Dao was being surrounded by a group of people.

I saw the blood evil energy on Fengli Dao soaring into the sky and condensing into substance, like a pillar of red blood, making Fengli Dao Yang Chong look like an evil ghost coming out of the Nine Nether Hell.

His eyes were red, he lost consciousness, and he roared like a beast.

There was a blood-colored knife in his hand, filled with evil aura and shocking murderous intent.

However, the sword technique is disorderly. With a single slash, the red sword light can stretch more than a hundred feet across, break mountains and shatter gold, and its power is enough to threaten the earthly evil warriors.

It's incredible.

"Thankfully the Zhao family warriors arrived, otherwise we would have been in danger!"

There were warriors around who were frightened and had many injuries on their bodies.

It should be Fengli Dao Yang Chong who was possessed just now and is chasing the warrior.

But now, the group of people besieging Fengli Dao Yang Chong turned out to be the Zhao family.

"As expected of a family of martial arts masters with a righteous heart."

A warrior said gratefully.

(End of this chapter)