Looking at Zhang Sanfeng who was still indifferent, Kong Wen's dragon claw hand was even stronger. This attack could be said to have gathered his lifelong power. He was confident that even the three great monks in the sect would never dare to underestimate him!

"Bang!"

In the flash of lightning, the dragon claw hand rushed on Zhang Sanfeng. Everyone couldn't help but take a breath. Could it be that Zhang Zhenren is really old and weak, and there is no way to fight again?

Even they felt unstoppable when Kong Wen's attack was too powerful, but Zhang Sanfeng actually dared to use his physical body to block this attack. Under this attack, the bones and tendons would not be broken?

No, it is absolutely necessary to break bones and tendons!

In the field, Song Yuanqiao couldn't bear it, and the anxiety on his face could not be suppressed.

In the field, energy burst out, and the smoke and dust generated by the three feet of land blocked others' vision firmly.

Kong Wen looked at his hands in shock, and then at Zhang Sanfeng, whose face was still unchanged, and the expression on his face gradually turned from cold to disbelief.

His dragon claw hand has reached the peak of his cultivation. Even a steel bar as thick as an arm can be easily bent and twisted.

But when he hit Zhang Sanfeng, he felt that there were countless forces that disintegrated his huge power. No matter how he stimulated it, he could not resist. His huge power instantly collapsed under Zhang Sanfeng's terrifying true power.

Moreover, as long as Zhang Sanfeng is willing, the pure yang power in his body can easily step into his meridians and dantian. As long as Zhang Sanfeng deliberately kills him, he can do it in every move!

In a trance, Kong Wen was like a defeated rooster, and he breathed deeply, "Zhang Zhenren is worthy of being a great master in the martial arts world, Kong Wen was so proud!"

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Kong Wen, his face still cold, "Why, can you easily reveal it by trespassing into my Wudang Mountain just by admitting his mistake?"

Kong Wen lowered his head and his face turned blue and white. He also longed for the Dragon-slaying Sword to command the heroes in the world.

The breeze hit and the smoke slowly dissipated. Everyone looked at Zhang Sanfeng, who stood proudly on the spot as always, and was silent, and the empty voice was like a defeated rooster. This scene was beyond their expectations.

"Zhang Zhenren's strength is indeed as unfathomable as ever!"

Master Jingxuan sighed. When she saw Zhang Sanfeng easily resolve Kong Wen's dragon claw hand, she felt the desire to retreat in her heart. The Emei Sect could not afford to offend Wudang.

At this moment, she no longer hesitated and bowed to Zhang Sanfeng, "Today it is my Emei Sect that is abrupt. I hope Zhenren Zhang will not blame him. Emei Sect, let's go down the mountain now!"

The Emei Sect came and left in a hurry. At this time, there were only four major sects left on Wudang Mountain.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Kong Wen, who was pale and looked calm, "Master Kong Wen, Shaolin is the authentic martial arts world. Don't let it go for a few words, and it has become unconscious and ruined Shaolin's reputation."

Before Kong Wen could speak, an old man with white beard and walking in a dragon and tiger step came out behind him. The old man looked at Zhang Sanfeng and bowed gently, "Zhang Zhenren has deep internal strength. I don't know if he dares to learn about my 18 bronze man formation in Shaolin today!"

Song Yuanqiao shouted coldly and walked forward, "Is Shaolin Temple really going to provoke me Wudang Mountain today? Humph, what is my master's identity? You Shaolin is too arrogant!"

A powerful aura erupted from Song Yuanqiao. Behind him, Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, Mo Shenggu, and Yin Liting held a sharp sword in his hand, with a cold face!

"Eighteen Bronze Man?"

The Kunlun Sect Taichong raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhang Sanfeng's face with some fun. It seemed that Shaolin came here intentionally this time.

Zhang Sanfeng is already a hundred years old, and it’s okay to have one or two battles. If there are consecutive battles, Zhang Sanfeng will definitely not be able to hold on. If something happens at that time, tsk!

He Taichong smiled gloomyly, "Zhang Zhenren is an authentic martial arts world. He may not be afraid of Shaolin's Eighteen Bronze Man Formation. If that's the case, I'd better remove the title of Nanwudang in the future!"

Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly, "Master Kongwen, what do you think?"

Kong Wen glanced at the eighteen bronze men behind the old man, and a trace of struggle flashed across his face. Finally, he nodded with emphasis, "I hope Zhenren Zhang will give him advice!"

Zhang Sanfeng laughed loudly, the coldness on his face almost freezes everything. "Okay, today, the old Taoist will learn about the authentic Shaolin skills!"

Just as Song Yuanqiao was about to speak, he saw Zhang Sanfeng shaking his head to stop him.

"You guys come! Don't stop."

Kong Wen kicked hard at the old man who had spoken before him before he letting the Eighteen Bronze Man come on stage.

This old man is his junior brother. He has been in seclusion for many years and has carefully studied the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation, hoping to truly demonstrate the power of the Bronze Man Formation. This time, in order to let people all over the world know the power of the Bronze Man Formation, they will go against Kong Wen's intention and force them to play!

In Wudang Mountain Square, eighteen bald Buddhas unfolded, and their bodies burst out with a faint golden light.

Song Yuanqiao was shocked and couldn't help but feel even more worried. The eighteen bronze formations were powerful, and he could easily defeat them, but if they were united together, their power was even more terrifying. Even the master would have to spend some effort.

"roar!"

The eighteen bronze men moved their footsteps, as heavy and steady as the King of Unmoving, wrapped Zhang Sanfeng in them, holding cooked copper sticks.

Each of them is enough to burst out a thousand pounds of power. There are not many people who can resist it in the whole world, even under the 18 people.

"boom!"

The eighteen bronze men looked at Zhang Sanfeng and stepped forward. The cooked copper sticks in the hands of the eighteen bronze men fell down together. This was the most powerful move in the bronze men formation. Mount Tai was pressing against the top of the top, and no one could compete under their attack.

"The master must avoid it."

Yu Lianzhou worried that he found that he could not fight against the bronze formation alone.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the eighteen and mature copper sticks falling from the void, and his eyes suddenly became extremely cold. Shaolin Temple, he repeatedly gave him face, but they did not repent and repeatedly killed him!

Zhang Sanfeng moved his footsteps, and 80% of the pure Yang true power in his body exploded, without any reservation. He seemed to be wearing a long red gown. The power generated by the century-old pure Yang true power burst out is so terrifying!

"Bang!"

The air waves rolled, and the air made a muffled sound at this moment. Zhang Sanfeng's attack almost exploded the surrounding void.

Before the eighteen mature copper sticks even fell, they were swept away by the power bursting out of Zhang Sanfeng's body.

Eighteen people groaned together, and then unconsciously fell into a coma immediately. If Zhang Sanfeng hadn't saved a little at the end, one of the eighteen people would not have survived. This is the case. The cultivation of these eighteen bronze men would have been completely abolished and became disabled.

"The Eighteen Bronze Man Formation is indeed well-known, but the murderous aura is too strong. Let's go back and recite the Buddhist scriptures for a few more years before executing them!"

Zhang Sanfeng said melodiously that he had just shown his power and had already shocked the five major sects, let alone handing over Zhang Cuishan or something.

"Who?"

Before he could stop, Zhang Sanfeng had already skipped the open space that was only about 100 meters away. Above the open space, a man wearing Yuan soldiers and Tartar clothes was holding an eight or nine-year-old child in his hand, preparing to leave here at a rapid speed.

"Master, save me, save me!"

The child struggled in the hands of the Tartar soldier and shouted, just now he looked at Zhang Sanfeng showing his might and sweeping away all the heroes. Master, he would definitely be able to save him.
Chapter completed!