From one person to nine to five

Chapter 567: Aobozu (3)

Seeing this, Qingfangzhu knew that he could no longer deal with it in the usual way. He took a deep breath, and a glimmer of enlightenment flashed in his eyes. The heaviness and slowness of the three Zen styles gradually transformed into a more restrained and profound power.

His staff began to draw simpler and deeper trajectories in the air, and every swing seemed to explore the deep rhythm of Xu Fu's "The Great Sage's Journey".

Xu Fu's long spear jumped like a nimble monkey, up and down, left and right, trying to break Qingfangzhu's defense with speed and changes.

However, Qingfangzhu's Zen staff was like a giant whale in the deep sea, steady and unfathomable. No matter how fast Xu Fu's attack was, Qingfangzhu could always use his Zen staff to lightly block and resolve the offensive at the critical moment.

The battle entered a new stage, and the confrontation between the two strong men became more intense. Xu Fu's "Great Sage Tour" began to show more changes under the calm response of Qingfangzhu.

His long spear was no longer just a simple attack, but began to incorporate more feints and misdirections, trying to confuse Aoandon and find flaws.

Qingfangzhu's staff seemed to come alive in his hand, and every swing of it carried an indescribable rhythm, as if it was having a silent conversation with Xu Fu's "Great Sage Journey".

Every one of his defenses seemed just right, and every counterattack was aimed directly at Xu Fu's vital points.

As the battle continued, Xu Fu began to feel the unfathomable depth of Qingfangzhu's three Zen styles. He knew that in order to win, he had to use more sophisticated moves.

Therefore, he began to combine the agility of "Great Sage Travel" with his own internal strength. He paid more attention to the use of internal strength in every attack, trying to break Qingfangzhu's defense with the penetration of internal strength.

Xu Fu's internal strength was like an undercurrent hidden in the deep sea. Every attack carried a hint of chill, trying to penetrate Qingfangzhu's three Zen styles.

However, Master Qingfang's state of mind was as calm as an ancient well, and he was unmoved.

His Zen stick danced in his hand, and every contact seemed to tell the ancient Zen principles, dissolving Xu Fu's attack.

As the battle progresses, the trajectory of Qingfangzhu's Zen stick becomes more and more concise, but every swing is full of meaning. His movements are no longer limited to traditional moves, but he seeks inspiration from Xu Fu's attacks and creates his own Zen stick path.

Every swing was like writing a Zen scripture, guiding Xu Fu's attack towards an invisible maze.

Xu Fu felt unprecedented pressure. Although his "Great Sage Travel" was agile and changeable, it always seemed to be a little lacking in front of Qingfangzhu's Zen staff.

He began to try to understand Qingfangzhu's three Zen styles more deeply, trying to find a way to crack it.

However, Qingfangzhu's Zen Heart Three Styles were like a bottomless abyss. The deeper you went, the more you felt it was unfathomable. Every attack by Xu Fu was like being thrown into the abyss, with no response and no result.

The battle between Qingfangzhu and Xu Fu has entered a white-hot stage, and every confrontation between the two is full of wisdom and strength.

Qingfangzhu's three Zen mind styles have been constantly evolving and have reached a state close to Taoism.

Every swing of his sword was no longer a simple physical attack, but contained deep inner strength and spiritual power. Every contact seemed to be communicating with Xu Fu's mind to some extent.

Xu Fu felt unprecedented pressure. He knew that if he could not find a breakthrough in this battle, he would never be able to surpass the Zen master in front of him.

His "Great Sage Tour" has become more cunning and changeable through continuous attempts.

His long spear was like a nimble snake, sometimes winding and twisting, sometimes rushing in a straight line, and every attack was full of unpredictability.

Qingfangzhu's Zen staff drew mysterious tracks in the air, and every swing seemed to explore the deep rhythm of Xu Fu's "Great Sage Journey".

His Zen staff spun in his hand, sometimes spinning like a windmill, sometimes streaking through the sky like a meteor. Every attack was extremely precise, and every defense was as solid as a rock.

Xu Fu's long spear seemed to come alive in his hands. Every swing of it carried an indescribable rhythm, as if it was having a silent conversation with Qingfangzhu's Three Zen Styles.

His long spear drew arcs in the air, and every attack seemed to be looking for Qingfangzhu's weakness.

However, Qingfangzhu's three Zen styles were like an insurmountable mountain. No matter how sophisticated Xu Fu's attack was, he could not shake Qingfangzhu's defense.

The Zen staff in Qingfangzhu's hand was like a swimming dragon. Every swing of it carried an indescribable power, and every attack was aimed directly at Xu Fu's vital points.

As the battle continued, Xu Fu began to feel the unfathomable depth of Qingfangzhu's three Zen Heart styles. He knew that in order to win, he had to use more sophisticated moves.

So, he began to combine the agility of "Great Sage Travel" with his own internal strength. He paid more attention to the use of internal strength in every attack, trying to break Qingfangzhu's defense with the penetration of internal strength.

Qingfangzhu felt the changes in Xu Fu, and his three Zen mind styles began to become more profound.

His staff drew mysterious tracks in the air, and every swing seemed to explore the deep rhythm of Xu Fu's "The Great Sage's Journey".

Every one of his defenses seemed just right, and every counterattack was aimed directly at Xu Fu's vital points.

During the battle, the two figures moved quickly on the field, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch them. Qingfangzhu's Zen stick and Xu Fu's long spear collided in the air, making a crisp sound of metal collision.

Every collision is like the collision of stars, bursting out with dazzling light.

Xu Fu's long spear drew arcs in the air, and each attack was like a meteor across the night sky, carrying an unstoppable force.

However, Qingfangzhu's Zen staff was like a giant whale in the deep sea. No matter how fast Xu Fu's attack was, Qingfangzhu could always use his Zen staff to lightly block and resolve the attack at the critical moment.

As the battle progressed, Qingfangzhu's three Zen mind styles had reached a state close to Taoism.

Every swing of his sword was no longer a simple physical attack, but contained deep inner strength and spiritual power. Every contact seemed to be communicating with Xu Fu's mind to some extent.

Xu Fu felt unprecedented pressure. He knew that if he could not find a breakthrough in this battle, he would never be able to surpass the Zen master in front of him.

His "Great Sage Tour" has become more cunning and changeable through continuous attempts.

His long spear was like a nimble snake, sometimes winding and twisting, sometimes rushing in a straight line, and every attack was full of unpredictability.

However, no matter how subtle Xu Fu's attacks were, Qing Fangzhu could always respond with the profoundness of the Three Zen Styles. His Zen staff drew mysterious trajectories in the air, and every swing seemed to explore the deep rhythm of Xu Fu's "Great Sage Tour".

Every one of his defenses seemed just right, and every counterattack was aimed directly at Xu Fu's vital points.

The battle lasted for a long time, and the internal energy of both men was constantly being consumed.

Xu Fu's forehead was covered with sweat, and Qing Fangzhu's breathing became a little rapid. However, the eyes of the two were still firm. They both knew that this battle was not only a contest of strength, but also a duel of wills.

Finally, after a fierce confrontation, Qingfangzhu's staff drew a perfect arc in the air and hit Xu Fu's long spear directly.

Xu Fu only felt a powerful force coming from the long spear, his arms trembled, and the long spear almost slipped out of his hand.

As the battle progressed, the duel between Qingfangzhu and Xufu became more and more exciting.

Qingfangzhu's Three Zen Mind Styles have reached a whole new realm. Every time he swings the staff, it seems to be telling the profound philosophy of Zen. Every touch of the staff is full of the weight and depth of Zen.

Xu Fu felt unprecedented pressure, but he did not back down.

His "Great Sage Tour" became more agile and unpredictable in front of Qingfangzhu's Three Zen Mind Styles.

The long spear seemed to have life in his hands, and every time he swung it, it carried a hint of elusive aura, sometimes like a tiger descending from the mountain, sometimes like a snake emerging from a cave, with unpredictable changes.

The battle between the two has gone beyond an ordinary martial arts contest and is more like a contest of spirit and will.

Qingfangzhu's Zen stick drew mysterious tracks in the air, and every swing seemed to be exploring the weaknesses of Xu Fu's "Great Sage Travel".

Xu Fu responded with even more sophisticated moves. With the help of his inner strength, his long spear became even sharper and more penetrating.

During the battle, Qingfangzhu suddenly used a move called "Zen Mind is Like a Mirror". The Zen stick drew a perfect circle in the air, reflecting Xu Fu's attack like a mirror.

When Xu Fu's long spear touched the "mirror", it was bounced back and he almost hurt himself.

The subtlety of this move lies not only in its perfect defense, but also in its ability to use the opponent's strength to counterattack.

When Xu Fu saw this, he was startled. He knew that he could no longer respond with conventional attack methods.

Therefore, he began to try to combine his inner strength with the agility of "Da Sheng You" to create a new attack mode.

His long spear drew complex trajectories in the air. Each attack contained different fluctuations of internal force, trying to find the flaws in Qingfangzhu's defense.

Qingfangzhu felt the change in Xu Fu, and his three Zen mind styles also underwent subtle adjustments.

Every swing of the Zen stick focused more on the use of internal strength, and every contact seemed to be a subtle contest with Xu Fu's internal strength.

The fight between the two has transformed from a contest of external moves to a competition of internal strength.

As time went by, the battle between the two became more intense, and every encounter was full of variables. Qingfangzhu's Zen stick drew mysterious trajectories in the air, while Xu Fu's long spear left sharp light and shadows in the air.

The battle between the two has reached a white-hot stage, and every fight is a life-and-death struggle.

However, despite the fierce battle between the two, their strength is always in a delicate balance.

Although Qingfangzhu's three Zen mind styles are unfathomable, Xu Fu's "Great Sage Travel" is also infinitely varied.

The battle between the two is like an endless dance, and every attack and defense is full of artistic beauty.

Xu Fu retreated half a step, his body swayed, and the long spear in his hand spun like waves stirred up by a strong wind, layer upon layer, surging and turbulent.

His move "Raging Waves" carries an irresistible force, and each strike seems to be able to stir up thousands of huge waves, drowning the opponent in endless waves.

When Master Qingfang saw this, he was startled, knowing that this was one of Xu Fu's trump cards.

He did not dare to be careless at all. He gently turned the Zen stick in his hand, and the "Still Waters Run Deep" of the three Zen mind styles unfolded.

The trajectory of the Zen stick became simpler and simpler, but every swing contained unfathomable power, as if it could guide Xu Fu's raging waves and dissolve them into nothingness.

Xu Fu's long spear was like a dragon in the raging sea. Every time it was swung, it was accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air. The tip of the spear cut through the air, bringing up white waves of air.

However, Qingfangzhu's staff was like a magic needle that stabilized the sea in the deep sea. No matter how fierce Xu Fu's attack was, the staff could always catch it steadily at the critical moment and turn the raging waves into calm waters.

The battle between the two became more and more intense. Xu Fu's "Raging Waves" kept changing the angle and rhythm of the attack, trying to find Qingfangzhu's flaws.

However, Qingfangzhu responded to all changes with the same attitude. Every swing of his Zen staff was just right, and he neutralized Xu Fu's attacks one by one.

As the battle progressed, Xu Fu began to feel the unfathomable depth of Qingfangzhu's three Zen styles. He knew that in order to win, he had to use more sophisticated moves.

Thus, he began to combine the violence of "Raging Waves" with his own internal strength, and paid more attention to the use of internal strength in every attack, trying to break Qingfangzhu's defense with the penetration of internal strength.

Qingfangzhu felt the change in Xu Fu, and his Zen staff also began to change.

The "calmness" of the three Zen mind postures gradually unfolds, and the swinging of the Zen stick becomes softer, but more elusive.

Every swing seemed to be guiding Xu Fu's internal energy, making it impossible for him to concentrate and form an effective attack.

The battle between the two was like a delicate dance, with every attack and defense full of changes and wisdom.

Xu Fu's long spear and Qingfangzhu's Zen staff intertwined in the air to form beautiful patterns, and every confrontation was a feast for the eyes.

The battle lasted for a long time, and neither of them could decide the winner. Although Xu Fu's "Raging Waves" was violent, it could not make a breakthrough in front of Qingfangzhu's "Calm Waves".

Although Qingfangzhu was able to resolve Xu Fu's offensive, he was unable to find a chance to counterattack. Xu Fu's "Raging Waves" was just as its name suggests, with great momentum when it was performed, and each attack was accompanied by the power of a storm.

In his hands, the long spear is no longer a simple weapon, but a tool to control the power of nature.

His movements were no longer simple waving, but like waves, one after another, continuous and endless.

(End of this chapter)