A Man in the Snow: Starting with a Sword Challenge to the Northern Liang Prince's Palace

Above the East China Sea.

The sea breeze carried a salty scent, and the many spectators could only make out two figures, unable to hear what they were saying at all.

All that could be seen was a crimson longsword, shooting through the air, indicating that a great battle was about to begin.

next moment.

Above the East China Sea, sword energy crisscrossed, its momentum like a rainbow, causing the seawater to overflow.

The longsword belonging to Ye Yun struck Wang Xianzhi like a meteor, seemingly making such a killing move extremely simple.

But in this world, who can make Ye Yun fight with his own sword?

Only a handful.

With excited eyes, Wang Xianzhi suddenly threw a punch, unleashing a powerful force mixed with his invincible martial will, which slammed into the flying longsword.

Ding!

The clash between fist and longsword resembled the collision of metal.

There are very few people who can make Wang Xianzhi use 90% of his strength when he makes a move.

"What a fine sword."

Driven by Ye Yun's will, the Crimson Sword remained firmly fixed on Wang Xianzhi's fist.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that Wang Xianzhi's fist possessed a powerful fist aura, which was directly clashing with Ye Yun's crimson sword energy.

Neither of them would give in.

Ye Yun felt as if he were being crushed by a huge city. This was Wang Xianzhi's Wudang will, which had been combined with the martial fortune of the entire Wudi City.

"retreat!"

Wang Xianzhi roared and forcefully repelled the incoming crimson sword.

He raised his left palm again, gathered it into a fist, and threw another punch.

An unprecedented sense of crisis made Ye Yun's hair stand on end. Suddenly, he noticed a golden fist blasting out from Wang Xianzhi's left fist.

Real, full strength.

Power formed from the pure essence of martial arts.

"Good timing."

Ye Yun's eyes were filled with excitement.

Abandoning the way of the sword, he instead gathered the power of thunder around his body, condensed his energy into a fist, and transformed it into a thunderous fist, which collided with the golden fist.

boom!

The seawater was blasted and churned by this force.

"I never imagined you practiced martial arts."

Wang Xianzhi clenched her fists, completely unconcerned about the ebb and flow of the East China Sea; instead, she felt a strange excitement.

This is the kind of opponent he wants.

A true master.

Wang Xianzhi tore off the cloth clothes that had just been ripped by the sword energy, revealing an incredibly strong and muscular body that was completely inconsistent with his image as a white-haired old man.

at the same time.

Ye Yun also completely abandoned his strongest swordsmanship.

If one were to use their natal flying sword to break through Wang Xianzhi's defenses and ultimately defeat him, it would be an unfair victory.

Why not use his newly cultivated technique, using his body as a furnace, and with the help of Wang Xianzhi's martial arts training, break through the limits of his physical body?

Martial arts can also be practiced simultaneously.

Ye Yun took a step forward, gathering all his energy into his right fist. Thunderous power surged, and the seawater forcefully broke through a wave.

The fist instantly fell towards Wang Xianzhi. Wang Xianzhi bent his arm to block, retreated hundreds of feet, used the force of one foot to step on the seawater, and flew forward to counterattack with a punch.

The primordial energy of heaven and earth was torn apart by the force of the fist. Ye Yun used the force to fly up and the two fists collided.

boom!

Ye Yun was sent flying backward, and the seawater was forcibly parted by this force.

"That was great! Let's do it again."

Ye Yun burst out of the seawater, and the two collided again.

The two were once again locked in mid-air, their fists clashing violently, each punch powerful enough to easily injure a first-rank master.

Who would have thought.

The two strongest masters in the world.

They were actually dueling with the simplest of fists.

If some expert in divination or celestial phenomena were to see this, they would think it was just children playing house.

But only when you experience it firsthand do you realize how dangerous it is.

Wang Xianzhi, full of fighting spirit, flew out again. The two fought in the air, turning into two streaks of light that collided fiercely, producing sonic booms and their energy spreading for thousands of miles.

As time went by, Ye Yun lost count of how many punches he took from Wang Xianzhi.

His entire face was covered in bruises and blood.

Another heavy punch landed on Ye Yun's chest, sending him hurtling like a kite with a broken string into the East China Sea.

Whoohoo!

Wang Xianzhi's right fist, which could block even divine weapons, was already a bloody mess, and a thunderous power was attached to his fists.

His entire body's energy suddenly erupted, forcibly expelling the thunderous power.

His eyes were fixed intently on the seabed below.

Ye Yun was not defeated; he believed that his opponent was not that weak.

Sure enough, the seawater began to slowly boil, forming a huge water column, from which Ye Yun emerged.

The red robe he wore was already tattered, but the bruises on his face had disappeared, and his exposed skin had turned faintly golden.

"The Great Vajra Physique!"

Wang Xianzhi seemed to understand something.

The opponent was actually using his fist intent and tempered physique.

"Wang Xianzhi, thank you so much for your help. It has allowed my physique to improve once again. I was originally going to ask Li Dangxin for help with this, but I didn't expect you to do it for me."

Ye Yun once again unleashed a torrent of fighting spirit.

So this is martial arts, the pure power of a martial artist.

Every punch can create something extraordinary.

"Great, the world is getting more and more interesting."

Wang Xianzhi's energy erupted in full force, and all the primordial energy of heaven and earth gathered on his fist.

They vanished from their spot in an instant.

appearing again.

It collided with Ye Yun's fist.

"Ah! Break it!"

Ye Yun roared.

But Wang Xianzhi's pure martial arts essence crashed down on Ye Yun like a mountain.

boom!

Ye Yun flew hundreds of miles again, demonstrating the true strength of Old Monster Wang.

"Master, has he lost?"

Song Tinglu stared at the figure that had been repelled, not quite understanding why his master didn't use a sword.

They insisted on fighting this martial artist hand-to-hand.

Nangong Pushe gripped her twin swords with both hands, remaining silent. She was not confident that she could kill Wang Xianzhi.

Although her self-created Nineteen Stops technique is powerful, her opponent will not give her the first strike, allowing her to use the final stop.

The martial artists on the viewing platform all showed expressions of surprise.

This is the first time they've seen someone who can make Wang Xianzhi fight with all his might.

And it injured Wang Xianzhi.

"Unfortunately, Ye Yun ultimately lost."

Just when everyone thought Ye Yun had been defeated.

A voice rang out from hundreds of miles away.

"Wang Xianzhi, I have a sword!"

Please taste it.

A crack suddenly appeared in the sky above Wudi City, piercing through the heavens; it was as if space itself had been cleaved open.

A small purple sword appeared from the crack and fell silently from above.

The target of the attack was Wang Xianzhi.

Wang Xianzhi gathered his strength once more and unleashed a powerful punch.

Unfortunately, this sword strike, though seemingly lacking in power, forcefully shattered his fist intent.

call out!

The small purple sword, piercing through the sky, pierced Wang Xianzhi's martial arts true form.

No blood flowed out, and the wound healed at an extremely fast speed, but it still made Wang Xianzhi take a few steps back.

Wang Xianzhi looked at the sword wound on his chest, a hint of surprise mixed with a smile:

"This is what a true swordsman should be like."

Ye Yun broke through his martial arts essence; it was his own accumulated martial luck over many years that helped him.

Has Wang Xianzhi lost?