Under One Person: The person is in the Tianshi Mansion, and the body becomes a saint

Chapter 145 When will I be the best in the world? Today! (make up for yesterday's)
Zhang Zhiwei has been traveling for a hundred years, traveled all over the country, and even has a foreign education.

He had seen countless extraordinary skills, but he had never seen such a powerful horizontal training kung fu.

The membrane is tough and hard to be injured, even harder than the skin of North African elephants. The rebounding force almost broke my fingers, and the internal organs were displaced, making the acupuncture points difficult to find.

Rather than horizontal training.

It is better to say that Zhang Mingdao's physical structure is very different from that of ordinary people.

All the methods recorded in the classics to break the horizontal training were ineffective.

He is truly worthy of being a master!

He had a premonition when he first saw Zhang Mingdao's self-created martial arts.

Sooner or later this person will be able to innovate and open up a new field.

But he still underestimated it. He never expected that Zhang Mingdao's strength would improve so quickly and reach the pinnacle in less than a year.

He never expected that he would be the one facing the enemy himself.

pity!

Sigh!

Zhang Zhiwei raised his eyebrows and his eyes shone coldly, his expression remained unchanged as he fell. He used the last level of change he had realized after comprehending the Golden Light Mantra for a hundred years.

boom!
Zhang Mingdao's horizontal punch missed, and a violent burst of energy was released.

He didn't take it seriously, and used the Thousand-Jin Falling Body Technique to follow the falling old Taoist priest closely, and continued to suppress him with punches.

The old master is worthy of his reputation as the best in the world of extraordinary people. Even when he is in a dangerous place, his moves remain consistent and he keeps his skills impeccable.

but……

Useless!
The two men fought physically.

Zhang Mingdao has an absolute advantage.

He is not Shangguan Jinhong. Once he has the upper hand, he will use his strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses and not give the old master any chance to breathe.

boom!
Zhang Mingdao accumulated small advantages into a big victory, forcing the old Taoist priest to take a strong punch.

The old Taoist priest's ribs were broken immediately, blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, he lost balance, and fell down like a cannonball.

Zhang Mingdao refused to give in. He used the high cliff as his strength and ran and jumped like a giant ape, swooping down. His speed was even faster than that of the old Taoist priest, and he took a running start and suddenly leaped into the air.

He turned his fist into a claw, and a pitch-black Yin Lei blade burst out from his fingertips, tearing through the air and swinging down fiercely.

The old Taoist priest had no room for maneuver and could no longer resist.

A trace of melancholy flashed through Zhang Mingdao's heart.

too easy!

The process of overturning the top was as expected, but it was too dull!
Even someone as powerful as the old Taoist priest would be quickly defeated if his weakness was discovered.

Who should he challenge to witness the legendary immortal power?

The four elements of spiritual practice are Dharma, wealth, companions and place.

Zhang Mingdao possesses all three, but when it comes to companions, he has no rivals!

however.

As soon as his fingers touched Zhang Zhiwei, he saw a golden light burning all over Zhang Zhiwei's body and flowing away from the gap in his palm.

The power of his fingers intertwined, stirring up wind blades that instantly shattered the wind and clouds and cut the trees within ten meters around into hundreds of pieces.

Golden escape flowing light?

Zhang Mingdao subconsciously thought of this unique escape technique passed down from Master Jin Guang, and quickly shook his head.

No.

Zhang Zhiwei used the Golden Light Mantra.

That moment.

The nature of his physical body was changed.

This is not incomprehensible.

I can use the golden light as a method to refine my body.

After the old Taoist priest saw the Golden Escape Flowing Light, it is not impossible that he switched to using the Golden Light Curse.

Zhang Mingdao was both surprised and happy. He was surprised that the old Taoist priest dodged his sure-shot claw by a hair's breadth, and he was happy that he finally had the chance to witness the true power of the Taoist priest's inheritance.

He stopped chasing and stood where he was, adjusting his breathing, regrouping, and preparing to face the old master's wrath.

Suddenly.

Fire rained from the sky.

Dense golden particles mixed with pure white lightning fell from the sky, mighty and powerful, penetrating every hole.

The lightning struck the ground, creating a huge pit.

Not only that.

A path is formed between the two light spots.

Zhang Mingdao was unable to dodge and felt a sharp pain in his right foot. Two of his toes were nearly sawed off by the lightning.

The old master's Qi is far more powerful than the physical force, and it is really sharp and unstoppable. Zhang Mingdao has amazing recovery ability. He stomped his feet on the ground and forcibly connected the severed fingers, gluing them together. He only suffered three or four minor injuries and got out of the minefield.

His Qi training was not as good as the old Taoist priest's, so there was no way he would just let the old Taoist priest cast the spell. He threw himself forward with all his might, determined to close the distance and get the rhythm back.

but.

The old Taoist priest was not stupid. After suffering a great loss in the life-saving competition, he was unwilling to let Zhang Mingdao get close to him easily, and kept using thunder magic to block him.

How could his hundred years of cultivation be tolerated? The lightning was overwhelming and continuous. He immediately turned from defense to offense and blasted Zhang Mingdao into a mess.

The two chased each other in the valley, fighting from the bottom of the mountain to the top, and then from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain. They fought for dozens of kilometers, and it was difficult to determine the winner.

The majestic collision of true Qi.

There were many scorch pits in the valley and countless trees fell down.

The high cliff wall could not escape the bad fate and was still carved with more than a dozen deep marks.

Zhang Mingdao stopped, panting.

He saw it.

The old Taoist's attack was not fatal.

The vast majority of attacks were just feints, and less than one percent of the lightning could actually hurt him, mixed in with the rest.

This is not a war of annihilation, it is a tactic of attrition!
The old Taoist priest wanted to exhaust his own strength and then win with one final blow.

Unfortunately, his speed was at most similar to that of the old Taoist priest, and his speed was restricted by the thunder magic, so he had a lot of brute force but nowhere to use it.

Zhang Mingdao thought to himself, "If we continue to fight like this, it will be disadvantageous to me."

A war of attrition is not necessarily lost.

But if time goes on for too long, it will inevitably attract other people.

Using thunder magic to attack each other is not a good choice either.

Yin Thunder is powerful in that it can cause souls to ache and bones to grate, and it is even more powerful in a confined space. In the wilderness, it is far less convenient to deal with a top master like the Old Heavenly Master who has ghostly movements than with the bright and direct Yang Thunder.

He quickly thought of a solution.

Standing on the ground, the true Qi surged and turned into a sticky black liquid, which seeped into the cliff along the cracks in the ground.

The old Taoist priest has a weakness.

He can't fly.

The old Taoist priest used the golden rope to achieve a flying effect near the cliff, but it ultimately limited the scope of the battle and the landing point.

Zhang Mingdao found an opportunity and chased the old Taoist priest to the edge of the cliff.

A thin golden light shot out from the old Taoist's hand, nailed it high up on the cliff, and pulled it gently.

The whole person rose from the ground and flew back.

Zhang Mingdao smiled, causing a wave of thunder.

The Yin thunder hidden in the cliff suddenly erupted, almost shattering the surface rock and even overturning the place where the old Taoist priest was standing.

Rocks tumbled down.

The old Taoist priest could only use the falling rocks to keep his body stable.

There is no time to spare.

Zhang Mingdao flew to the side of the rock that he had already selected, and with a shovel of great force, he actually shoveled down a boulder that was as tall as a person.

He pushed his physical body to the extreme, and his Qi power exploded, smashing the huge rock towards the old Taoist priest in the air.

immediately.

He leaped up, attached himself to the back of the boulder, and took advantage of the momentum to move away.

It's sizzling!

The sharp thunder was like the cry of a thousand birds.

Cracks appeared on the boulder and it was cut in half by a blazing white lightning.

Zhang Mingdao was not afraid at all.

He used the boulder to avoid the old Taoist's strongest attack. He had no more worries and roared, attracting the Yin Thunder like a tidal wave to possess his body, transforming it into a giant black tortoise, which slammed down with a force of tremendous strength.

The old Taoist priest was protected by Yang Lei, but he took the blow head-on. His face turned pale, and he spat out blood. He was seriously injured on the spot.

His body tilted and he fell on the battlefield that Zhang Mingdao had prepared in advance.

Surrounded by mountains on three sides, it's a dead end!
Zhang Mingdao flew down, only to see the old Taoist priest raising his true Qi, pinching his fingers, and said coldly: "You are blocking me, but I am waiting for you!"

His expression suddenly changed.

Warning signs came from Tianling Baihui, and it felt like a sword of Damocles was hanging in my heart.

He turned to look at the sky.

The dark clouds rolled like ink, and lightning snaked through the clouds, gathering momentum.

The night suddenly turned as bright as day.

The blue-white lightning was mighty, sweeping across the sky and earth, whistling down, and its target was exactly himself!
(End of this chapter)