Looking at Zhang Sanfeng, who was still indifferent, the dragon claw hand in Kongwen's hand was a little stronger, this blow could be said to have gathered his life's strength, he was confident, even if it was the three major monks in the door, he would never dare to underestimate his blow!

"Bang!"

In the flash of light, the dragon claw hand slammed into Zhang Sanfeng's body, and everyone couldn't help but gasp, could it be that Zhang Zhenren was really old and frail, and there was no way to fight again?

Hearing that blow, even they felt unstoppable, but Zhang Sanfeng dared to block this blow with his physical body, and under this blow, he couldn't break his bones and tendons?

No, it's absolutely going to break bones and tendons!

In the field, Song Yuanqiao couldn't bear it anymore, and the anxiety on his face couldn't be suppressed.

In the field, the energy burst out, and the smoke and dust generated by the three feet of land firmly blocked the sight of others.

Kong Wen looked at his hands in shock, and then looked at Zhang Sanfeng, whose face did not change, and the look on his face gradually turned from cold to disbelief.

His dragon claw hand has been cultivated to the point of reaching the pinnacle, even an arm-thick steel bar can be easily bent and twisted.

But when it hit Zhang Sanfeng, he only felt that there was countless power, disintegrating his huge power, no matter how he stimulated it, he couldn't resist, and his huge power collapsed in an instant under Zhang Sanfeng's terrifying true power.

Moreover, as long as Zhang Sanfeng is willing, the pure yang true power in his body can easily step into his meridians, dantian, as long as Zhang Sanfeng has the intention to kill him, he can do it with every move!

In a trance, Kongwen was like a defeated rooster, and he exhaled deeply, "Zhang Zhenren is worthy of being an unborn grandmaster in the martial arts, but Kongwen got carried away!"

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Kongwen, his face was still cold, "What, trespassing on my Wudang Mountain, just admit your mistake, can you easily expose it?"

Kong Wen lowered his head and his face was blue and white for a while, he Shaolin Temple also longed to get the dragon slaying treasure knife and command the heroes of the world.

The breeze hit, the smoke and dust slowly dispersed, and everyone looked at Zhang Sanfeng who stood proudly on the spot as always, without any abnormality, bowing his head and saying nothing, like a defeated rooster, this scene was beyond their expectations.

"Zhang Zhenren's strength is as unfathomable as ever!"

Master Jingxuan sighed, when she saw that Zhang Sanfeng easily dissolved the blow of the dragon claw hand of Kongwen, she had a retreat in her heart, the Emei faction, but she couldn't afford to offend Wudang.

At that moment, she no longer hesitated, and arched her hand at Zhang Sanfeng, "Today is my Emei faction, I hope Zhang Zhenren will not blame, Emei faction, this will go down the mountain!"

The Emei faction came in a hurry, and then hurried away, at this time, on Wudang Mountain, only the four major sects remained.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Kongwen, who was pale, with an indifferent face, "Master Kongwen, Shaolin is the authentic martial arts, don't be in a coma for a few words, ruining Shaolin's reputation"

Before Kong Wen could speak, behind him, an old man with a white beard and a dragon and a tiger walked out, the old man looked at Zhang Sanfeng, and gently arched his hand, "Zhang Zhenren has deep internal strength, I don't know if I dare to comprehend my Shaolin's eighteen bronze people today!"

Song Yuanqiao snorted coldly and stepped forward, "Is the Shaolin Temple really going to provoke me Wudang Mountain today, hum, what is the identity of my master, you Shaolin, you are too arrogant!"

Song Yuanqiao's body erupted with a powerful momentum, and behind him, Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, Mo Shenggu, and Yin Liting were holding swords, their faces full of coldness!

"Eighteen bronze men?"

Kunlun sent He Taichong raised his eyebrows, looking at Zhang Sanfeng's face with some playfulness, it seems that this time Shaolin came on purpose.

Zhang Sanfeng is already 100 years old, one or two battles are enough, if it is a series of battles, Zhang Sanfeng will definitely not be able to support it, if there is an accident at that time, tsk!

He Taichong smiled gloomily, "Zhang Zhenren is an authentic martial arts sect, it won't be afraid of Shaolin's eighteen bronze arrays, if that's the case, I think the title of Nanwudang in the future should be removed!"

Zhang Sanfeng nodded slightly, "Master Kongwen, what do you see?"

Kong Wen glanced at the eighteen bronze men behind the old man, a trace of struggle flashed on his face, and finally nodded emphatically, "I hope Zhang Zhenren will teach you!"

Zhang Sanfeng laughed, and the coldness on his face almost froze everything, "Okay, today, Lao Dao will teach Shaolin Authentic Sect!"

As soon as Song Yuanqiao wanted to speak, he saw Zhang Sanfeng shaking his head at him to stop him.

"Go on, don't stop here"

Kong Wen smacked at the old man who spoke before him just now, and then let the eighteen bronze men play.

This old man, who is his junior brother, has been in seclusion all year round, carefully studying the eighteen bronze people's great arrays, hoping to truly demonstrate the power of the bronze people's great arrays.

This time, in order to let the world know the power of his Shaolin Bronze Array, he will go against the meaning of the empty rumor and force himself to play!

In the square of Wudang Mountain, eighteen bald Buddhas unfolded separately, and their bodies bloomed with a faint golden light.

Song Yuanqiao's heart was shocked, and he couldn't help but be even more worried in his heart, this eighteen bronze people array is not small.

Individually, he can be easily defeated, but if they are united, the power is even more terrifying, and I am afraid that even the master will have to spend a lot of effort.

"Roar!"

The eighteen bronze figures moved in their footsteps, as heavy and steady as the immovable Ming King, surrounding Zhang Sanfeng in the middle, and they were holding cooked copper sticks.

Each person is enough to burst out with a thousand catties of power, and under the eighteen people together, there are not many people in the world who can resist.

"Boom!"

The eighteen bronze men looked at Zhang Sanfeng, and with a hard step, the cooked copper rods in the hands of the eighteen people fell together.

This is the most powerful move in the bronze array, Mount Tai is overwhelming, and no one can compete under their blow.

"The master must be avoided"

Yu Lianzhou was worried, he found that he was alone in the face of this bronze array, and there was no way to fight it.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the eighteen cooked copper sticks falling from the void, his eyes suddenly became cold, Shaolin Temple, he repeatedly gave him face, but they did not repent, and repeatedly killed him!

Zhang Sanfeng's footsteps moved, and eighty percent of the pure yang true power in his body exploded in unison, without any reservations, and his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of rich fiery red light.

Nearly a hundred years of pure yang true power erupted, how terrifying the power produced!

"Bang!"

The air waves were rolling, and the air was making a muffled sound at this moment, and Zhang Sanfeng's blow almost burst the surrounding void.

The eighteen cooked copper sticks hadn't even fallen before they were swept away by the power that bloomed in Zhang Sanfeng's body.

Eighteen people snorted in unison, and then became unconscious, and immediately fell unconscious.

If it weren't for Zhang Sanfeng taking a hand at the end, none of the eighteen people would survive, and if this is the case, the cultivation of these eighteen bronze people would have been completely abolished and turned into cripples.

"The Eighteen Bronze Giant Array really lives up to its reputation, but the murderous aura is too heavy, so let's go back and recite the Buddhist scriptures for a few more years before exerting it!"

Zhang Sanfeng said melodiously, just now he showed his might, and he had already shocked the five major sects, not to mention handing over Zhang Cuishan or something.

"Who?"

Before he stopped, Zhang Sanfeng's body had already skimmed over to the open space that was only about 100 meters away.

Above the clearing, a man dressed in the clothes of the Yuan Soldier Tartar, holding an eight or nine-year-old child in his hand, was about to leave here as quickly as possible.

"Master Tai, save me, save me!"

The kid struggled in the hands of the Tartar soldiers, and shouted, just now he saw Zhang Sanfeng's heroic appearance of sweeping the heroes, Master Tai, he would definitely be able to save him.

The Tartar soldier seemed to see Zhang Sanfeng, his face became more anxious, and he swept back faster than before, but it was already too late.