C160 Fists and Illusions

This punch, normal normal, can't even call out any moves. However, it made Wind Cloud Stream, Hu Xihan, and Qin Ande very nervous, because the three arrowheads felt exactly the same at this moment. The fist was like fire, and in the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of them.

In the face of an attack, the three of them had the same and completely different reactions.

In other words, the three of them retreated in the same direction as Zhang Jingxuan the moment he made a move. If they said they were different, the three of them would retreat at different speeds.

Zhang Jingxuan didn't care about that. If the three of you retreat, I will chase after you and see where you can hide.

As they advanced and retreated, Wind Cloud Stream and Hu Xihan had already hid behind Qin Ande. At the back was Daoist Priest Yisu. The four of them formed a line. Zhang Jingxuan's fist was unable to turn, so it naturally struck towards the front row of Qin Ande's face.

At this time, Qin Ande did not dodge nor retreat. He punched out with his fist as well, meeting Zhang Jingxuan's fist.

Zhang Jingxuan saw that his opponent chose to face him head on, and that was exactly what he wanted.

He had full confidence in the power of his punch. After watching a few battles and watching a few battles, Zhang Jingxuan had a more objective understanding of his own abilities.

He was still lacking in on-the-spot experience, but the skills that his previous masters taught him were all top-notch. Ordinary people would only want to learn one skill, but he had learned a lot like cabbage and radish.

Although he did not like it and did not delve into it in depth, he still had a lot of skills that could not be suppressed. He could learn a hundred skills at a time.

As for the Tidal Art and the other few skills, they were trained diligently. His own quality was superior to ordinary people. Cultivating for a year might be equivalent to three to four years of ordinary people's time. In actual fact, it had been more than ten years since he started cultivating since he was five years old. It was imaginable how different his martial arts were from his age.

However, there were also many heaven warping geniuses in this world, such as Sun Shanglou and Brother Sun. They were only four or five years older than him, but their martial arts were higher than his. Although in another four or five years, Zhang Jingxuan was very confident that he could at least stand shoulder to shoulder with Brother Sun. Unfortunately, Big Brother Sun did not wait for that day to come.

At that moment, the two of them clenched their fists as if they were friends. They gently and skillfully met each other, and the power contained within shocked both of them.

Zhang Jingxuan had used 70% of his strength in this punch, he thought that he could at least make his opponent somersault. Because he didn't know whether this Qin Ande was evil or not, he was afraid that Qin Ande would kill him with just one punch. He was always ready to withdraw his strength at the right time in case something went wrong.

Unexpectedly, Qin Ande's fist looked white and thin. It was ordinary, but the power contained within was not simple at all. Although it was weaker than his own fist, the rich content within it made people look at him in a new light.

Zhang Jingxuan only felt that this kind of fist strength was unheard of, and there was something worth studying about it. He was not in a hurry to deal with it with his full strength, and planned to observe it first.

The opponent's fist strength was like a wave, surging over, one wave higher than the other.

Both fists collided, and a fist force welcomed it.

This fist force did not feel grand, but it was like a tiny stream. It did not have a key point. It came from all directions, rushing in from the fist like spider silk. It spread out to attack the eight extraordinary meridians in his body. Once he found a weak spot, he would take advantage of it. What was even stranger was that the punch carried a sense of sadness. It was dull and dull. Once it came into contact with it, he felt as if half of his fighting spirit was immediately worn down. Even Zhang Jingxuan felt his mood turn gloomy. If it were someone else... He would probably feel bored and draw the saber to a faster speed.

He checked the opponent's condition, but he didn't want to waste any time. Zhang Jingxuan's fist force shook, and instantly dispersed the first wave of fist force.

Then, the second punch followed.

Although he couldn't see the movements of the people behind Qin Ande, Zhang Jingxuan knew that the four of them must be connected. Using the combined strength of four people to fight against him. The punch just now belonged to Qin Ande, and now the second one should belong to Hu Xihan.

Zhang Jingxuan had originally planned to send the punch back as soon as possible. However, when it touched his body, it actually stopped for a moment. Because, unexpectedly, the force of the punch was completely different from the first one. It actually brought a kind of refreshing joy to the heart.

It was like the night when the flowers and candles in the cave blended together. It was like the wild joy on the Golden Ranking that was on the verge of not showing on one's face. It was also like watching a baby that belonged to him cawing and falling to the ground, the indescribable beauty that was interwoven with indescribable lightness and weight, or the relaxed joy of having a long-sick body that had finally recovered, the kind of reverence and reverence towards life. Many of these wonderful emotions rushed into his mind with a loud bang.

Those feelings of joy were real and surging, to the extreme. It was almost an illusion of beauty, which was unbearable to touch. Even more so, he did not want to let go of it. In such a situation, people would be worried about personal gains and losses. What they had today, for example, the morning dew, disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the days went by more bitterly.

If the first punch just now was disheartening and disheartening, then the second punch would make people go crazy over poetry and books. He could not bear to leave the illusion, even though he knew that everything was just an illusion, even if it was just an illusion. However, they would still be greedy and enjoy it for another minute. It was good to have one more second.

However, it was a pity that many people would forever be intoxicated and lost after this prosperity, and they would never have the chance to turn the situation around again.

Zhang Jingxuan was, after all, an extraordinary person. When he opened and closed his eyes, he had already escaped from this small illusionary realm. Along the way, a hidden force surged out, and the second fist force was completely wiped out. There was no trace of it at all.

Zhang Jingxuan thought in his heart. The martial arts of these few people from the Litre Bucket Sect were indeed a little strange. If it wasn't for his firm heart and pure mind, he was afraid that just his martial arts would give his opponent a chance to take advantage of him.

As Zhang Jingxuan thought of this, he was calm and focused, guarding against the third punch that was supposed to follow. He only felt that each punch was more evil than the last. It was quite interesting. He thought that the most talkative Wind Cloud Stream should have something more to do with it.

What he did not expect was that the third wave of fist force had already followed him without a sound, and even wanted to trap him within it. It also caused him to suffer the second major crisis since his debut.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Jingxuan discovered that something was wrong. The third punch was completely unexpected. It had arrived at an unknown time.

Whether it was quietly mixed in between the first and second punch, or whether it was completely wrapped in him, himself, and the first and second punch, it was impossible to tell for a moment.