Chapter 246: The End

Zhang Sanfeng came to a splendid hall.

The vastness of the main hall is endless, and there is no end in sight, as if heaven and earth can be contained in it.

There were hundreds of people standing in front of him, each of them exuding an earth-shattering momentum, as if the mountains and rivers could collapse with a single finger.

"Who's here!!"

They roared at the same time, causing a roar in the hall.

"In the next Zhang Sanfeng, the Taoist of the world!" Zhang Sanfeng waved his sleeves and said lightly.

"Joke!"

"Since we are mortals on earth, what do we have to make enemies of us heavenly people?"

looked at Zhang Sanfeng one by one, with a mocking sneer on their faces.

"Even if this Zhang Sanfeng is a unique and thorough figure in the world, it is impossible to become the opponent of the Spring and Autumn Period, let alone defeat him!" muttered an old man with a childish face, his face full of sarcasm.

Although they are high, they have also heard about Zhang Sanfeng's deeds and know that he is a great character.

It's just that everyone pays attention to Zhang Sanfeng is not all because he is powerful, the key is Zhang Sanfeng's master. His master had been in this Heavenly Palace for a while, and in addition to Spring and Autumn, he was a well-deserved second person in the Heavenly Palace.

As the servants of the Spring and Autumn Period, they know him better than anything else, and they know how terrible the Spring and Autumn are.

There is no mediocre talent in the people here, they are all unparalleled masters in the world, but every time they see the spring and autumn, it is like seeing the majestic and vast sea, and it seems to see the blue sky.

No matter how far these people's skills have improved, every time they recall the actions of the Spring and Autumn Period, they feel that they are unfathomable and unfathomable.

"The martial artists of the world are not on the same level as us, they are short-sighted and short-sighted, and they are far from being able to compare with us!" A middle-aged woman glanced at Daozun Zhang Sanfeng with a light face, and she slowly spoke: "If it were his master who came to this place, I might still be a little jealous, but he is too far behind!"

"His martial arts may not be as powerful as his master, but this arrogant character is exactly the same, as if it is the same person!" A middle-aged man looked Zhang Sanfeng up and down, and said softly: "There are talented people in the country, if he lives for hundreds of years, he may be qualified to fight with us, but it's a pity that he is too impulsive!"

No one is optimistic about Zhang Sanfeng, and they don't think that he is qualified to go against Chunqiu, let alone their opponent.

Even if Zhang Sanfeng is a Taoist in the world, even if he is praised by the world as a unique master in heaven and earth.

Because Zhang Sanfeng looks too ordinary, there is neither terrible power nor mystical artistic conception around him, as if he is just an ordinary person.

On the other hand, each of them is like a volcano ready to erupt, ready to erupt at any time with a power that will terrify the world.

"Actually, you're just a bunch of dead people, and you're just the walking dead!"

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head slowly, and strode forward.

"There was once a sword light that shone through the ages and pierced here from the world, severely wounding the Spring and Autumn Period, and also killing you!"

"It took a hundred years for Spring and Autumn to recover, using Fengyun as a shell to recreate a body for you, but for you, this is just a joke after all. ”

The garment is rolled up.

Long hair fluttering.

Zhang Sanfeng said to himself: "Actually, my master's seal could have trapped the Spring and Autumn Period for three hundred years, but because of that senior, he got out of trouble in advance!"

He glanced at the crowd with compassion on his face: "Since you are already dead, why do you have to cling to it?"

"You fart!!"

A young man stepped out of the crowd, tall and burly, with a majestic presence and eyes filled with monstrous anger.

He was holding a long knife, and suddenly burst out with a domineering aura that looked at everything.

"Look at the knife!!"

The young man let out a loud shout, and the knife in his hand suddenly bloomed with brilliant light, releasing a rich murderous aura, which made the hall fill the hall with a choking smell of blood.

The temperature around him dropped rapidly, and the knife in his hand was like a sea of blood, rushing towards Zhang Sanfeng, bringing a monstrous uproar.

It was like winter within a radius of 100 miles, although there was no snow or a biting cold wind, but everyone felt the coolness of palpitations, and felt that the main hall could only be filled with a dead silence.

"He does fart!!"

Unbridled laughter sounded in the distance, and suddenly an unstoppable momentum erupted.

"Boom!"

An old man clenched his fists, crossed the distance of a hundred zhang in the blink of an eye, and threw a punch.

A terrifying wave of air swept out of the old man's body, the ground shook, and the houses roared.

"Boom!!"

The terrifying power cover was pressed down, and everyone felt as if the entire hall was about to collapse. The sound that seemed to shake everything was earth-shattering at this moment.

Although others did not stand under his fist, many people were still shocked and their bodies trembled.

His fist was like a misty firmament, and at this moment the sky was falling at an indescribable speed, with a desperate, irresistible unparalleled momentum, as if anything that stood under his fist would be destroyed in an instant.

"What a terrible fist! It really deserves to be the King of Fighters two hundred years ago!" The woman with a delicate face breathed violently, she felt the terrifying energy, and couldn't help but let out a sigh: "Among us, there are only a handful of people who can take his fist, it seems that this Dao Venerable is less auspicious!"

"Yes!" The middle-aged man standing beside her nodded in agreement, and he said in a deep voice: "This stinky old man's ability is considered to be the top existence among us, and with the help of that kid, it is impossible for anyone in the world to take this trick alive." ”

As soon as the words fell, the sound of gasping cold air became one after another. The crowd changed color, their faces full of horror and disbelief.

The two earth-shattering attacks all fell on Zhang Sanfeng's body, but instead of hurting him, they didn't even drop a single hair.

Zhang Sanfeng stood proudly in the crowd, his face calm, no joy or sadness, no one except himself, no one knew what he was thinking.

He looks ordinary, like an ordinary person full of market atmosphere.

"How is it possible, why are you fine?" The young man with the long knife found that Zhang Sanfeng was intact, his mind was buzzing, and he was even more suspicious that he was dreaming, feeling that everything in front of him was an illusion.

He had enough strength when he just swung his sword, even if he couldn't cut through the sky and the earth, it was easy to cut a mountain a thousand feet high.

What is Zhang Sanfeng?

He's just a warrior who dominates the world, how can he take his own sword?

"You're just flesh and blood, you haven't even released your artistic conception just now, what are you relying on to stop my sword?" the young man frowned tightly, his voice tinged with horror.

"This kid is not someone we can deal with, don't talk nonsense with him, run for your life!!"

The old man who originally punched Zhang Sanfeng seemed to remember something, his face instantly turned extremely pale, his eyes widened, and his body trembled wildly.

"There is only one person who can be his opponent in this place, and that is Spring and Autumn, except for him, even if we go together, we can't beat this kid!"

The old man was terrified, and suddenly his mouth felt dry, and as if he had made up his mind, he turned around and left, turning into a streamer faster than thunder and flying into the distance.

When he first met Zhang Sanfeng, he felt a little strange, because he had a faint sense of familiarity with Zhang Sanfeng.

I thought it was when I was overlooking the world in the Heavenly Palace, and I remembered his figure. Until he woke up just now, Zhang Sanfeng, like Chunqiu, had a temperament that could not be described in words.

Spring and autumn are like thousands of mountains, like the ocean, like the endless clouds, he gives people the feeling of thousands of weather, representing the vast world.

And Zhang Sanfeng is mediocre, like an old man selling cooking cakes, like a fisherman who fishes and dries nets, like a simple and hard-working farmer, like flowers and trees, he is like everyone in the world, representing all sentient beings.

The old man didn't know how Zhang Sanfeng reached such a realm, let alone how terrifying Zhang Sanfeng's strength was, but as soon as Zhang Sanfeng's figure appeared in his heart, his scalp was numb, his hands and feet were cold, and the sound of thunder kept ringing in his mind.

No matter how terrible Zhang Sanfeng was, there was one thing he was sure of, in this huge hall, except for Spring and Autumn, no one was Zhang Sanfeng's opponent.

"Hurry!

Cold sweat continued to break out on the old man's forehead, and a roar came out from the bottom of his heart.

Only by rushing to Chunqiu's side, only in that place, can he save his life.

"It's already dead, why are you still clinging?"

"You are dead, why are you so obsessed with this world?"

"Why do you deceive yourselves when you are dead?"

Zhang Sanfeng sighed heavily, his eyebrows full of hesitation and loneliness.

In his eyes, everyone here is a dead person, their bodies are illusory and do not exist, and even the so-called tricks are all imaginary by them.

Zhang Sanfeng took a deep look at the old man who kept kowtowing in the distance, and his face became gloomy.

These people used to be the biggest names in the rivers and lakes, and they were all proud of the sky, but they ended up like this.

People are not like people, ghosts are not like ghosts, and they live in a mess.

People think that they are still the same as in the past, and even feel that their martial arts have improved by leaps and bounds, but in fact they are just unrealistic fantasies.

They live by the obsession in their hearts, and if this unbearable appearance is seen by them in the past, they are afraid that they will die of shame and indignation.

"Alas!"

Zhang Sanfeng turned his back and waved his big hand, summoning a blazing flame out of thin air.

The flames spread like a torrent of lightning and spread in an instant, causing the entire hall to burn

The waves of fire are rolling, and the hot wind is rolling.

Zhang Sanfeng felt that something was burning in his chest, and his expression suddenly became serious.

He clenched his fists and strode away, heading deeper into the palace.