Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 187: Xunzi, Dongfeng Express

Zhang Zhiwei didn't check for a moment, and He Songling's Li word magic exploded, and the fire in his heart also rose. The whole body was covered with lightning, and in an instant his figure flashed and disappeared from the sight of Wudang disciples.

"puff!"

The next second, the steamed bun spirit was beaten into a bloody steamed bun. It seemed as if there was a high-pressure water gun in its mouth. It was blown high into the air, spurting blood. It completely flew out of the range of the formation and landed in the corner of the martial arts field. It twitched twice and lost the ability to move.

"Senior Brother Song!"

"Senior Brother Song!"

A group of Wudang disciples surrounded them.

"Hehe, it's okay." Zhang Zhiwei still had his measure. It looked like Song Mian was beaten badly, and judging from the amount of blood spurting out, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he had died instantly. But in fact, based on Zhang Zhiwei's feelings during the fight just now, he used a palm to easily break the blockage and bottleneck in his meridians in his daily practice. Not only was it harmless, but it would be of great benefit to his future practice.

However, after all, he was hit so far away by a palm strike, and was bleeding profusely. Although the injury was not serious in essence, it was very painful. Moreover, he was hit like this in front of the three major disciples of Xuanmen. It can be said that he lost all his face.

When people mention Wudang Song Mian in the future, their first reaction will probably be, "Oh, the steamed bun spirit who was slapped away by Zhang Zhiwei and spurted several kilograms of blood!" Is he still a gangster?

"You two are fighting, who am I to blame for this?" Song Mian was looking into the air in silence as he relaxed his temper. It was really an unprovoked disaster. Ever since He Songling came in and started the battle, he had become a nobody, with nowhere to stand. He was beaten up first, so where could he go to seek justice?

While Song Mian was cursing in his heart, Zhang Zhiwei did not stop and appeared in front of Xiao Fang again in a flash.

This is the only tall Wudang disciple. Although everyone calls him Xiao Fang, he is not small at all and looks similar to Zhang Jingqing.

However, the strength is very different.

He was not as good as Song Mian. He saw a flash of lightning in front of him, and Zhang Zhiwei suddenly appeared in front of him, and he almost fell down.

Fortunately, a hand supported his back from behind, allowing him to stand steadily.

"Gen character, earth waterfall!"

An earth wall rose in front of the formation, blocking Zhang Zhiwei's palm.

"Old Zhang, don't be so impatient." He Songling looked at Zhang Zhiwei with a smile.

"Now it's your turn to be anxious." Zhang Zhiwei also grinned, and then saw bluish-white electric light rising from the ground like a group of snakes, dispersing to cover the other three Wudang disciples.

A rough count revealed that there were at least sixty or seventy thunders, which meant that each of the three Wudang disciples had to face more than twenty thunders from Zhang Zhiwei.

Song Mian could only withstand one slap!
Now it was the turn of these three people to wet their pants.

Song Mian felt much more balanced outside, and he slapped me in the face and rushed out, which was a reward for my inability to integrate into the Qimen formation.

Several people seemed to be fixed in place. They tried their best to circulate Qi but could not keep up with the speed of the thunderbolt's attack and the movements of their bodies, even Zhou Sheng, the number one Wudang disciple, was the same.

For the first time, Zhang Zhiwei truly displayed the fear of the great devil in front of his peers.

Zhou Mengguang, who was standing by, was so frightened that his face turned pale. He thought to himself that it was fortunate that he did not suggest going up, otherwise I would be the one facing these thunders. As for Zhou Sheng, big brother, you can only wish for the best. I am here for you in the Zhou family. You can go on your way with peace of mind.

Just when the lightning was about to hit the three Wudang disciples, three walls of wind, fire and ice suddenly rose up in front of them according to their positions, just blocking Zhang Zhiwei's lightning.

The Yang Thunder collided with the wall, and each shattered and turned into ashes.

"Look, he's in a hurry."

He Songling raised his hand, and white mist like backflowing incense was flowing from his hand, and the end of the white mist was being collected from the strange formation of the three Wudang people.

"Use the Qi to release it outside the body, bypass the sorcerer, inject it into their Qimen Bureau, and control their Qimen formation?"

Not to mention the people fighting on the field, even the two old seniors sitting and watching nearby were stunned.

Taoist Master Daozhu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Every generation has its own talented people. Heavenly Master, we old guys have been left far behind by these young people. These two young people are more outrageous than the other."

The lightning covering Zhang Zhiwei's body was enough to open his eyes; He Songling's ability to control other people's formations by releasing lightning from his body opened the door to a new world for this nearly 100-year-old sorcerer.

Taoist Zhu Zhenren was already thinking whether it was possible to combine Tai Chi with Wudang Qimen.

There was no need to continue the fight. If they continued, the Wudang Square would be torn down. From the perspective of a martial arts competition between fellow practitioners, it was past the point of stopping, and it was time to stop.

But neither of them wanted to stop.

Zhang Zhiwei had a simple mind. It was a rare opportunity for him to fight with He Songling. He hadn't had a fight on equal terms for a long time. He was not satisfied yet and wanted to see what results He Songling had achieved after returning from Europe and secluding himself with Zuo Rutong for so long.

He Songling simply wanted to win.

Otherwise, if he told others in the future that he fought with Zhang Zhiwei when he was clearly stronger than him and ended up in a draw, it would seem that he was incompetent.

So the situation became just like the battle in the back mountain of the Lu family more than ten years ago.

"Lao Zhang, be ready. I have realized this in Yidao of Yu Qimen. If you can continue, then I will be helpless. I will lose." He Songling did not choose Zhou Sheng, the strongest Wudang disciple. Instead, he stood behind Hong Yin who came at the beginning.

This man is quite strong and has a simple mind. He can admit his shortcomings and suppress his greed. This is what makes him stronger than the other two.

In fact, these are all nonsense. The main thing is that the position where Hong Yin was standing was exactly where He Songling wanted, so he could use the magic he wanted.

"Well, the Lu family's battle didn't end in a win. This is the first time in all these years that we two brothers have a real fight. Let me see what you saw in Europe and what you realized during your retreat with Sect Leader Zuo!"

Zhang Zhiwei let out a clear whistle and rose from the ground. He opened his hands in the air, and countless thunders from all directions gathered together and were finally grasped in his hands, as if he was holding a huge net of thunder and lightning, like the Nine-Heaven Yingyuan Thunder Lord coming to the world to kill all evil spirits.

Zhang Zhiwei opened his mouth in mid-air, his voice like thunder: "He Songling, you better be careful of my thunder, please let the Wudang brothers avoid it first."

The Wudang disciples instantly felt that this future Heavenly Master was really thoughtful, but there was a problem right now: their legs were so weak that they couldn't even run.

Even more desperate things were still to come. He Songling just laughed, "No need."

Before the four Wudang disciples could cry out, He Songling had already set up the battle formation, and made a dice with Mawangdui, "Xun, East Wind 41."

(End of this chapter)