Chapter Ninety-Four: Lin Hua Thanked Chunhong (4)

Fist.

Fist of fist.

Wei Wenchang has made many punches in his life.

Many, many people died under his fists.

Among them, there are martial arts masters who have cultivated to be strong and invincible; There are younger brothers, such as clouds, and many powerful giants with many supporters; There are high-ranking officials, dignitaries, big people with hands and eyes, and small people who are roosters and dogs.

Many.

There were so many that he couldn't remember it clearly.

But he was clear about the first punch he had made in his life.

It was winter, windy and snowy, and his father taught him to practice the Wei family's Bajiquan for the first time.

He was six years old.

His father taught him how to squat and then told him this.

Wei family man, there is a reason in your heart, you have a fist on your body, your fist can be used to implement the truth in your heart, but you can't use a fist to replace the truth in your heart. Wen Chang, I want you to assure me that every punch you throw in the future will be done without a clear conscience.

"Daddy, what does it mean to have a clear conscience?"

Six-year-old Wei Wenchang squatted in the snowstorm and looked at his father.

"Don't kill women and children, don't beat the old and the young, don't kill good people, don't kill innocents."

"Daddy, what am I a good person and what am I innocent?"

A six-year-old child can understand what it means to be a woman, a child, and a child, but he can't understand what a good person is and what is innocent.

"Wen Chang, this question, Daddy can't answer you, but when you grow up, you will naturally have a scale in your heart, it will weigh your conscience, and it will also tell you the answer to this question. I just want you to know that as long as you can make every punch you make in the future with a clear conscience, then your Wei Wenchang's fist will be invincible in this world sooner or later. ”

Forty years have passed.

Time can weather, many, and many things.

Whether it's human emotions or memories.

Many of the past events have been erased in Wei Wenchang's memory.

But on that snowy day, what his father told him has never been forgotten.

Because over the years, he has done what his father told him.

Every punch with a clear conscience.

So, his fists are getting more and more powerful.

Each punch is more powerful than the previous one.

Forty years ago, he threw his first punch in the snowstorm, and the six-year-old boy, clenched his fists and puffed out his cheeks, threw his first punch in his life.

The wind is still blowing, and the snow is still falling.

The whole world, no one knows, somewhere, a six-year-old boy has hit the first punch in his life.

Forty years later, in the midst of the cherry blossom petals all over the sky of Mt. Fuji, this little boy named Wei Wenchang stood at the end of the passage of time and punched the last punch of his life.

The wind did not dare to blow, and the snow did not dare to fall.

This day, this earth, this world, are all moving and trembling at this punch.

Seeing the nature of the heart, you can see it as it comes.

It's a punch that transcends the limits of this world.

This is this world, this world, this world can no longer have a windy scene.

Led by Susanoo, the three great martial saints of Japan, Jian Yulei and Tsukiyomei, the last foundation of Japan, are all afraid of this punch.

This punch, like a long rainbow through the sun, like a comet hitting the moon, like a goshawk hitting the temple, smashed into the world.

smashed into this world that can be as good as it can be.

Heaven is not benevolent, and all things are used as dogs.

The saints are unkind, and they use the people as dogs.

Go-you-heaven.

Go - you - the saint.

At this moment, Wei Wenchang finally knew that people were so strong that they could really override the supremacy of saints, and even override the way of heaven.

This is the avenue.

It only belongs to him Wei Wenchang's avenue.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Wei Wenchang has run out of oil and dried up long ago.

It will be the last punch of his life.

As long as they block the punch, they win.

The question is – can it be stopped?

The answer is no.

Throughout the ages, the first human immortal used his last light to smash this punch, where is it still the scenery of the world? Where is the power of the human world, which can be contended?

There is still one last trace of sunset.

The mountain breeze is becoming more and more gentle.

Blowing up everyone's sideburns.

It touches everyone's heart.

"Lin Hua thanked Chunhong—"

Wei Wen chanted in a long line, which was a poem by Li Yu, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty, and the name of the word card was - Xiang Xiang Huan.

The red letter fell.

In a flash, he was already in front of Susanoo.

"Good time!"

Susanoo let out a loud shout, mobilizing every bit of innate internal strength in his body with all his might, and the Sword of God of Destruction suddenly bloomed with ten thousand golden lights.

Japan's 2,000-year-old heritage, the heroic souls of the seventy-two martial saints of the Tenjin Sect were all sacrificed at this moment.

This is definitely the strongest sword that Susanoo has ever slashed out in his life.

After this sword, the Sword of God Destruction was destroyed by more than half.

And he, with a body of cultivation, will also lose eight out of ten, falling from the realm of saints to sub-saints.

The cost is not insignificant.

But he had to.

Because otherwise, he was not sure that he would be able to block Wei Wenchang's punch.

Even so, he was not at all sure that he could block the punch.

In the void, a huge roulette wheel appeared.

The Wheel of Life and Death of the Heavens, the supreme fist intent that only belonged to Wei Wenchang, was directly suppressed.

Susanoo only felt a chill.

Body and consciousness will be crushed by this Void Wheel.

But late.

This Heavenly Wheel of Life and Death directly completely crushed his consciousness, and even the marks left on the Sword of the Destruction God and the seventy-two Martial Saints of the Heavenly God Sect were also completely erased.

Susanoo spat out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person flew upside down, the bones of his body crackled, and the knots were broken, that is, he cultivated to be strong, so he was not directly smashed by this punch.

But death is not far off.

It's just to pick up a life and survive.

In the future, he will be able to survive, let alone use force and resume cultivation, whether he can stand up and walk like a normal person, it is a question.

His bones, seven or eight times out of ten, were crushed by this wheel of life and death of the heavens.

"Lin Hua thanked Chunhong - too hurried, helpless to come in the cold rain and late wind."

Wei Wenchang continued to chant and read out the prime minister's happy greetings.

Susanoo, who no longer cares about being a wasted person, flashed and came to the front of Kenyu Lei, who was in charge of the Celestial Mirror.

Another celestial wheel of life and death emerged.

Descending from the Nine Heavens.

From the Nine Shadows upwards.

In heaven and on earth, in the heavens and on earth, the heavens lived and died, and the 126,000 gods were roaring and roaring.

The wheels of life and death of the heavens were running wildly, crushing towards the Jianyu Thunder.

Jianyu thundered with a pop, spit out a mouthful of heart's blood, and sprayed it on the Heavenly God Mirror.

The Celestial Mirror suddenly shone brightly, holding up an enchantment, blocking the wheel of life and death of the heavens.

"Just the Heavenly God Mirror, dare to stop me?"

Wei Wenchang sneered.

Now he is the realm of the Buddha, the realm of the Taishang Laojun.

Not to mention a mirror of the gods, even if the real gods are in front of him, they are just chickens and dogs.

The wheel of life and death of the heavens is running wildly—

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