The so-called "Fist Gang" actually means releasing internal force to the outside.

Moreover, when the internal force is deep enough to a certain extent, the "Gang Qi" condensed into it essentially comes from the same source as the "Sword Light".

Chen Zhao's move is based on infinite internal force, which activates the fist visible to the naked eye, and delivers a sharp blow that is difficult to parry.

Moreover, the fist light was actually not one, but eight. Because the speed was so fast, it seemed to be only one to the naked eye.

Zhang Wuji waved his sleeves repeatedly, overflowing with energy, and lifted up the broken bluestone fragments under his feet, causing smoke and dust. As Zhang Wuji waved his sleeves, every bluestone fragment hit Chen Zhao, and he used this

Dao Qi Jin shot out backwards, and in the blink of an eye it floated to a big tree thirty feet away. Using the rise and fall of the branches, he secretly smoothed out the chaotic Zhen Qi in his Dantian.

But by retreating, he avoided Chen Zhao's fist and the subsequent series of attacks.

"Boom!"

Countless bluestone fragments were smashed into pieces. Chen Zhao had already broken through the obstacle. He was walking in the wind with his feet, as if he was floating in the sky, like a god, like a flying bird flying by. He crossed ten feet away and punched like a gang again.

Kill Zhang Wuji.

By this moment, everyone had already seen that Chen Zhao had taken the initiative and used offense as defense to attack Zhang Wuji.

"What kind of martial arts are you doing?" Zhang Wuji changed color slightly and retreated again.

"Boom!"

The big tree was hit by Chen Zhao's "Fist Gang" and burst into pieces.

Chen Zhao's tone was very calm: "My move is called 'Huashan Mountain at Night'. According to legend, a benevolent and righteous teacher flew to the top of Huashan Mountain overnight, defeated three hundred people with eight people, and finally established the world of benevolent people. To commemorate this event

, so I created this move."

As he spoke, he quickly chased after Zhang Wuji. His moves remained unchanged and he struck at Zhang Wuji.

The two elders of the Huashan Sect looked at each other with doubts on their faces: "We have been in Huashan for decades, how come we have never heard of this legend?"

In fact, Chen Zhao's sword is based on a concept: it is indestructible and can break all methods.

Zhang Wuji had no choice but to retreat because he couldn't block this move.

This is a pure internal force collision, and there is no falsehood whatsoever.

If he hadn't practiced the Nine Yang Manual for five years and had the transformation of the "Great Shift of the Universe", he could always avoid Chen Zhao's blow at critical moments, otherwise he would have been shattered to pieces.

At this moment, Mingjiao Ruijin Flag Commander Zhuang Zheng suddenly jumped up, threw the mace in his hand at Zhang Wuji, and shouted: "Leader, use hard weapons!"

Zhang Wuji didn't care about anything else. He jumped up and rode the waves in the air. He was about seven to eight feet away in mid-air. He took the nearly 100 kilogram mace, turned around and struck, and then fought against Chen Zhao who was chasing him.

"boom!"

With so much energy, the two of them couldn't stand upright in mid-air and fell backwards.

"boom!"

The two of them hit the ground at the same time, crushing the bluestone beneath them to pieces.

"Hahaha, Lao Zhuang did a great job! Our leader turned back and gained the upper hand immediately!" Zhou Dian laughed.

"What a pity. If he had practiced for a few years earlier, he might have had a chance to defeat Wuji." Yin Tianzheng shook his head and sighed.

He had keen eyesight and could see at a glance that Chen Zhao's "Fist Gang" was extremely strong and powerful.

However, everyone who practices martial arts knows that the way of martial arts follows the principle of "hardness cannot last long, and strength cannot defend". Chen Zhao turned from defense to offense, but used his strongest killing move as soon as he came up. This shows that the opponent's internal strength has reached its peak.

, thinking of a quick victory.

The others couldn't help but look at each other, but they also knew that Yin Tianzheng was right.

After all, in terms of experience and knowledge, Yin Tianzheng is a leader in martial arts.

He looked down on Chen Zhao, and he was afraid that he really looked down on him.

Although Zhang Wuji has a mace, in the competition between masters, it doesn't matter whether he has a weapon or not. The key is that Zhang Wuji can block Chen Zhao's "Huashan Mountain at Night" attack. In addition, he has the bonus of Nine Yang Scripture, which means his internal power is endless.

Endless, the enemy's strongest blow can be compared to his backhand, which proves that Zhang Wuji's internal strength and moves are not weaker than Chen Zhao. If they fight now, they will definitely win.

"Xia Gong is stunning and unparalleled in battle. It's a pity that he lost to my leader. I'm afraid that the road ahead will be full of thorns." He couldn't help but sigh.

"The victory or defeat is decided!"

Fan Yao was full of confidence and lightly tapped his right fist on his left palm.

But the people of the Emei Sect looked worried and felt lonely in their hearts.

Under the big wooden shed in the distance, the three masters of Shaolin Wudang and the Beggar Clan also sighed slightly and shook their heads in silence.

No one expected that when Chen Zhao was fighting, Zhang Wuji would counterattack, causing both of them to fall to the ground.

Being able to counterattack when the enemy is at its strongest indicates that Zhang Wuji has a greater chance of winning.

At this moment, there was a "boom", the bluestone slab was shattered into powder, and two figures soared into the sky.

It is Chen Zhao and Zhang Wuji!

The two of them had jumped several feet away in an instant, and Chen Zhao flew forward to strike again, raised his iron fist, and fired eight fists in succession. The eight fists were like lightning, almost forming a long beam, each one moving at lightning speed.

Hit Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji waved the mace in his hand, blocking seven punches in a row, and was finally hit in the body by the eighth punch.

"Pfft!"

Zhang Wuji spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The mace also broke into two pieces and fell to the ground with a clang. Others also fell to the ground.

"I said, this move is called 'Shang Huashan at Night'. If eight people break through three hundred, I can send out eight sword rays at a time, three hundred times in a row!" Chen Zhao said calmly.

Zhang Wuji sat down on the ground, his face pale, and he felt that his breath was disordered, but there was no serious problem in his body.

After all, Chen Zhao showed mercy with his fists, and Zhang Wuji used the Nine Yang Magic to protect his body, so he only suffered minor injuries.

But even a minor injury made his body heavy and difficult to stand.

"Brother Chen, after all, you won and I lost." Zhang Wuji gasped.

As he spoke, he sat cross-legged.

"Yes, Leader Zhang, you have lost." Chen Zhao said calmly: "Among the top masters, the one with more strength will win in the end."

"My adoptive father had a miserable life, and it was Cheng Kun who was behind all his evil deeds. I ask Brother Chen to investigate and show his understanding."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Zhang Wuji begged.

"Those who kill will always be killed. Xie Xun went against the grain and killed innocent people indiscriminately. There were hundreds of family members of the victims gathered here just to see the lion slaughtered with their own eyes. This conference is a lion slaughtering conference. No one can stop me from doing this for the public."

Even Zhang Wuji can't kill a lion!"

After saying that, he ignored Zhang Wuji and went straight to Master Miejie, bowed his hands and saluted, and said loudly: "Master, this disciple has fulfilled his mission and defeated the Mingjiao leader Zhang Wuji. After all, it is up to me, Emei, to deal with the murderous demon Xie Xun.

Send someone to take control and ask Master for orders."

Master Miejie stood proudly, his eyes swept across the audience, and he said calmly: "Xie Xun deserves to be killed, go ahead and kill him!"

"Yes!" Chen Zhao raised his hand and raised his hand. Immediately, a soldier from Xia opened the cage, took Xie Xun out, and led him to the high platform.

Chen Zhao stepped onto the high platform and stretched out his hand. Someone immediately handed over a steel knife. Chen Zhao held it in his hand and said to Xie Xun: "Xie Xun, back then you did many evil things and killed innocent people indiscriminately. The circumstances were particularly bad and the impact was particularly huge. It is not serious."

Punishment cannot show its power. I kill you today not only to safeguard the justice of the martial arts world, but also for the sake of peace in Sichuan and Shaanxi! What do you want to say before you die?"

Xie Xun pondered for a moment and said with a wry smile: "I, Xie Xun, have done many evil things. I never expected to live to this day. It would be a good thing to die at the hands of Emei Sect Master Chen. But before I die, I want to say a few words to Wuji."

"Can."

Chen Zhao nodded and raised his voice: "Master Zhang, Xie Xun wants to say a few words to you before he passes away."

Zhang Wuji had finished adjusting his breath at this time. Hearing this, he immediately flew up, hugged Xie Xun, and cried: "Father, the child is unfilial..."

Xie Xun stroked Zhang Wuji's hair and said with a wry smile: "I learned from Daxia Chen that you are already the leader of our sect. You resolved the battle at Guangmingding and led the sect's disciples to revolt in Jingxiang in the Jianghuai Central Plains. The rebel army will win every battle, and even

The day when the Yuan army is defeated and the Tartars are driven out is not far away, so I am extremely happy. Even if I die, it will be nothing. My only regret is that I cannot kill Cheng Kun with my own hands. Wuji, you kill him for me."

"Yes, don't worry, foster father, Cheng Kun is a dog thief, I will kill him!" Zhang Wuji cried.

"Well, Xie Xun died well today. You should be happy for me. Stop crying."

Xie Xun comforted.

Zhang Wuji still hugged Xie Xun and refused to leave.

In the end, Li Yuanfang led Tai Xuzi, Ye Changqing, Hejian Shuangsha and other 16 first-class masters to the high platform and said together: "Master Zhang, please respect yourself."

Zhang Wuji had no choice but to retreat.

After everyone left, Chen Zhao looked at Xie Xun: "Xie Xun, have a good trip,"

"Thank you!"

When Chen Zhao didn't answer again, he slashed with his sword, and with a soft "pop" sound, Xie Xun's head flew into the sky, followed by a spurt of hot blood.

In this way, Xie Xun, the golden-haired lion king who had done many evil things and killed countless innocent souls, was beheaded by Chen Zhao with a single sword.

Zhang Wuji burst into tears.

The disciples of the Ming sect sat cross-legged, all closed their eyes and meditated, mourning the death of the Dharma King of their sect.
To be continued...