Martial arts of the heavens, I am unstoppable since I was born

Chapter 50: Single-handedly defeat the entire world!
On the mountain road of Zhongnan Mountain.

An old figure was climbing up the stairs. His hair and beard were all white, his posture was natural, and his movements were leisurely, looking like an old man relaxing after a meal. However, each step he took left a footprint about an inch deep on the steps, which showed his profound internal strength.

Zhang Kuang was standing in the square of the mountain gate. When he saw the old man, he stamped his feet and jumped onto the welcoming flag in front of the mountain gate. The flag was fluttering in the fierce wind, and his black hair was dancing like a mad snake. His arms were wide open as if embracing the world. He closed his eyes and opened them again, and his handsome face was filled with laughter.

"Zhang Sanfeng! You're here at the right time!"

"If I want to be invincible in the Yitian world, how can I do without a background like you?"

"This feeling of blowing up the world with my own strength is so fucking awesome!"

The sound of wild laughter spread throughout the mountains and fields, and ripples in the air rose like waves, like the thundering sound of the Dharma sea when the Buddha preached, shaking the entire mountain.

It's not the Lion's Roar Technique, but Zhang Kuang uses his powerful true energy to let out a long roar, which has a miraculous effect on inanimate objects, but will not kill living people.

Being half dead is still alive!

The trees on the mountain wall rustled, and rocks rolled and fell between the mountain walls.

Suddenly, the clear sky was covered with dark clouds and bursts of thunder, as if a rainstorm was coming, like the wrath of heaven!
Such power was like the coming of the devil, and the remaining masters were frightened. Even though they were terrified to the extreme, they still forced themselves to open their eyes and look at the madman on the flagpole, and engraved this figure firmly in their memories and minds.

This is respect for the strong, and it is the inherited instinct that is imprinted in the blood when life faces an unmatched enemy!
Zhang Sanfeng paused at the sound of the laughter that caused ripples, and continued to walk up the mountain. His movements were still leisurely and relaxed. They looked slow, but they were actually incredibly fast. In less than two or three breaths, he had already reached the square from halfway up the mountain.

His arrival dispelled the haze in many people's hearts - the prestige brought by Master Zhang's Jiazi demon-slaying had never been highlighted before, but now it has become a straw for these people to try to get ashore.

"Master Zhang, you're finally here!"

King Yin Ye was both crying and laughing. He was laughing because he had hope, and crying because his father Yin Tianzheng had died quietly without ever seeing this hope.

Although his condition was not very good, with blood flowing from his five senses and seven orifices, and his arms, which he relied on to commit crimes, were twisted into knots, he could only kneel on the ground to escape the wave of laughter.

But at this moment he was particularly excited.

Zhou Zhiruo, Yang Buhui, and the Twelve Treasure Tree Kings all stood up and wiped the blood from their mouths, "We are willing to join Master Zhang in defeating the demons!"

Zhao Min covered her ears and hid aside. The horrific sound wave almost killed her. Because of this, she felt extremely disgusted with Zhang Kuang. Seeing that everyone was united in their hatred of the enemy, she also glanced angrily at Zhang Kuang on the flagpole and muttered in a low voice:
"I told you to go crazy! I told you to laugh! Now that people are here, you can't laugh anymore, right?"

Zhang Kuang had never intended to kill people with his laughter. He didn't take Zhao Min's muttering seriously. He looked down at Zhang Sanfeng, stretched out his left hand, and curled his four fingers until only his index finger remained. He hooked his finger and said,

"Come, I'll give you a chance to show off."

Zhang Sanfeng was full of energy and had a broad mind and deep cunningness. Even after hearing Zhang Kuang's words, he remained indifferent.

But his movements were extremely explosive——

Zhang Sanfeng raised his right arm and swung the wide sleeves of his Taoist robe towards the flagpole.

"Bang!" After a loud bang, the flagpole as thick as a baby's waist exploded from bottom to top like firecrackers, reaching the top in an instant.

Zhang Kuang raised his foot and stepped forward, and his powerful true energy was like a thousand-pound drop to the ground, stepping on the cascading aftermath of the explosion and the bouncing flagpole, and landing on the flagpole.

Zhou Zhiruo, Yang Buhui, and the others beamed with joy upon seeing this. Zhao Min even pumped her fist, unprecedentedly supporting the Jianghu people: "Master Zhang, well done! Everyone, cheer up and don't lose points!"

Zhang Sanfeng clapped his hands with a smile, "Are these trifles of skill still worthy of your lordship's approval?"

"Not bad," Zhang Kuang grinned, "just not very strong."

"As I get older, my body becomes less useful. Why don't you help me measure how much strength I have left?"

As Zhang Sanfeng spoke, he moved accordingly. A man in a tattered Taoist robe appeared on the flagpole as if teleporting, and raised his palm to hit Zhang Kuang.

Although Tai Chi emphasizes the use of stillness to control movement, when one reaches the level of Zhang Sanfeng, it no longer matters which one comes first.

"Snapped!"

Zhang Kuang raised his hand to catch Zhang Sanfeng's fist. The wind mixed with drizzle could not blow away the smile on his face. His grin was full of sarcasm:

"Master Zhang, I still don't have the strength!"

Zhang Sanfeng lowered his eyes and said nothing. The emotions in his eyes were as calm as a lake. An astonishing strength that was completely inconsistent with his age burst out from his old body. The powerful true energy was like a surging wave that stretched out his tattered Taoist robe. His free hand turned into a knife, and the blade was lifted up from bottom to top like lightning.

Zhang Kuang raised his foot and kicked Zhang Sanfeng's raised arm, interrupting his attack. At the same time, he clenched Zhang Sanfeng's fist with his five fingers and lifted it up fiercely.

Up and down, up and down, he was trying to tear Zhang Sanfeng into two halves!
At the very least, I'll break one of his arms!
Zhang Sanfeng's face was calm, but his heart was already extremely solemn. Although he knew that this would be a fierce battle, even a fight to the death, he never expected that even if he understood the principles of combining hardness and softness, and the coexistence of yin and yang in the Nine Yin Scriptures, he would still be far behind Zhang Kuang.

The slight distracting thoughts passed through his mind for only a moment and did not affect his movements. Zhang Sanfeng's clenched fist rose up with the force, and the arm that was stepped on fell and slid away. The powerful true energy in his body formed a black and white Tai Chi Pisces diagram, and he actually lifted his body up with the arrogance of the force, and his legs kicked out like a storm.

boom! boom! boom!
The heavy shadows of legs were like a violent storm. Zhang Kuang responded with a punch, as if seven or eight arms appeared out of thin air, smashing down fiercely on the shadows of legs.

The muffled sounds formed into continuous drumbeats that spread out in all directions, and the ripples caused by them forced Zhou Zhiruo and Yang Buhui, who wanted to step forward to help, to retreat.

Only the Twelve Treasure Tree Kings, who were proficient in strange methods of unloading force, succeeded in moving forward.

However, the next moment he was trapped in the aftermath of the fight between the two, and could only be swayed by the continuous experiences, like a candle in the wind, a small boat on the sea, with life and death not in his own hands.

Zhang Kuang's true energy was continuous, and although it was unrighteous, he crushed Zhang Sanfeng with numerical values, wanting to defeat him with force and suppress him.

Zhang Sanfeng's true energy was inexhaustible, and he understood the changes of yin and yang in Tai Chi, and the principle of using softness to overcome hardness. He wanted to use his own 400g of strength to move Zhang Kuang's thousand-pound weight.

The two of them killed Lily in a flash, and there were continuous explosions in the air. The twelve treasure tree kings were covered in blood in the air and were taken into the furnace by Zhang Kuang.

"Great! Try my move again!" Zhang Kuang felt extremely refreshed, and the power in his palm turned into a dragon head.

"hold head high!"

With a terrifying dragon roar, a golden dragon appeared in a short space of time, covering Zhang Sanfeng completely!
Kanglong has regrets!

(End of this chapter)