Chapter 324: Against the Sky (Part II)

The glorious morning glow flowed eastward.

Daozun Zhang Sanfeng strolled on the far end, his face without joy or sadness.

A cold wind swept through.

Robes flying.

He stared at the rising sun in the distance, his gaze as calm as water, and his eyes reflected a brilliant light.

Zhang Sanfeng is ready to leave the most indelible mark on this magnificent splendid picture.

Even if for thousands of years, all the talented heroes and heroes in the world, all the unfathomable masters of martial arts, stood in front of him, and he was not afraid.

The dazzling light pierced through the air, and the cold wind whistled through, rolling up thousands of piles of colorful clouds, embellished behind Zhang Sanfeng.

The wind in the sky was cold, but the cold wind could not stop Zhang Sanfeng's footsteps.

"That's it! Don't go any further!"

A heavy sigh suddenly came from the depths of the morning glow.

Zhang Sanfeng stopped, and it was not the cold wind that forced him to stop, let alone the morning glow, but the old man who came out of the clouds.

The old man was hunched back, his eyes cloudy. He carried a bow on his shoulder, and walked tremblingly, looking funny.

"Your master was originally the first general under the Spring and Autumn Throne, and he was deeply loved by the Spring and Autumn Period, but it's a pity that he was a fool, willing to degenerate, not enterprising, and even gave up everything he gave!"

The old man looked Zhang Sanfeng up and down, and said softly: "Your master is a great man, and if he has done so many times in the entire Heavenly Palace, maybe only Lao Yu can be his opponent!"

"Back then, the old man's martial arts had not yet been completed, and he accidentally lost to your master. If he hadn't died, he wouldn't be my match now!"

The old man's face was full of unwillingness, and he seemed to be haunted by what had happened in the past.

Zhang Sanfeng stood high in the sky, above the clouds, looking at the old man with cold eyes, he didn't say a word.

"How much have you learned your master's skills?" the old man said with emotion on his face.

"Less than seventy!" Zhang Sanfeng's eyes flashed, and an inexplicable smile appeared on his face.

"That's it!"

The old man shook his head, slowly reached his hand to his back, and fumbled for the longbow on his shoulder.

"Although it is less than seventy percent, there are only a handful of people in the Heavenly Palace who can defeat you. There are only two who can successfully capture you, one is the old man, and the other is Spring and Autumn!"

He took a deep breath and took the bow off his shoulder.

When he holds the bow, it doesn't feel like a dying old man, but like an invincible general.

"Your master is anti-sky, anti-Spring and Autumn, and he is trying his best to live his life, but he can only seal the Spring and Autumn Period!"

"Even he didn't dare to break into the Heavenly Palace in a grand manner, and you, as his apprentice, should know the horror of the Heavenly Palace better than anyone else. ”

"You have at most your master's seven things, how dare you do such a thing?" The old man pulled up the bowstring, and suddenly a breath of qi passed through the thick clouds, passing through the breeze and enveloping Daozun Zhang Sanfeng.

He drew the bow very quickly, which was completely out of keeping with his age.

He didn't exude any earth-shattering momentum, but the appearance of the bow was terrifying, as if a terrible ghost crawling out of hell was hooking people's souls with chains.

The old man's name is Wang Xiaoming, and he was the most famous general in the rivers and lakes two hundred years ago.

At that time, he held a bow in his hand, and he was extremely flamboyant and unparalleled, almost an invincible figure.

The bow in Wang Xiaoming's hand is just an ordinary bow, but it is the most terrifying bow in the rivers and lakes.

In Wang Xiaoming's hands, it shot a total of 3,726 arrows, killing a total of 3,725 people, except for Zhang Sanfeng's master, everyone else died under his magic arrows.

Wang Xiaoming holds the bowstring and can control the enemy to death at any time.

Often, as soon as he pulled the bowstring, the arrow was already shot and plunged into the throat of the enemy, causing the other person to lose his soul until he died, not knowing that he was dead.

His bow is a magic bow, his arrow is a demon arrow, and the combination of the two is an earth-shattering living demon.

No one could see how Wang Xiaoming made a move, not even Zhang Sanfeng's master, when Wang Xiaoming's arrow pierced his chest, but failed to take his life, and at the same time gave him a chance to win.

Although Zhang Sanfeng's master won Wang Xiaoming, he was lucky to win. For Wang Xiaoming, this is a thorn stuck in his throat that has been haunting him and making him fidget for hundreds of years.

"You turn back now, go back to the world and practice hard, and when your martial arts reach the realm of your master, come and ask me to kill you again!" Wang Xiaoming glanced at Zhang Sanfeng deeply, his face full of disappointment.

"I ascended to the sky, and I never thought that I would return in vain!" Zhang Sanfeng shook his head slowly, rejecting his proposal.

"You are so bold, as big as your master!" Wang Xiaoming pulled the bowstring, no matter what he said or what he thought, his hand was on the bowstring, looking for Zhang Sanfeng's flaws.

When Zhang Sanfeng's qi is weak, it may be the time for him to make a move.

No one knows when Wang Xiaoming will make a move, let alone whether he will make a move, and even he himself doesn't know.

Zhang Sanfeng's handsome face did not have a trace of fear, and he smiled gently: "There should be nothing in the world that I dare not do!"

His voice was calm, without any emotion, neither excitement nor arrogance, but with a calmness and confidence that could not be ignored.

Wang Xiaoming took a deep breath, he had a feeling of palpitations, as if the person in front of him could easily take his life.

He simply stopped talking nonsense, concentrated on it, and waited for the time to make a move.

The breeze is blowing.

Zhang Sanfeng reached out and dusted off the broken hair between his eyebrows.

"Boom!"

A whistling sound sounded in the depths of the morning glow.

Wang Xiaoming finally moved, and an indescribable terrifying aura crossed the sky, as if it could shatter the stars.

A black arrow condensed on his bowstring, exuding an incomparably cold aura, ignoring everything, shooting directly at Zhang Sanfeng's eyebrows.

Wang Xiaoming's entire spiritual qi was drained under this arrow, and he became a lot older.

But this terrifying momentum is fleeting, and it comes and goes quickly, as if it is just an illusion.

The black arrow that was supposed to pierce Zhang Sanfeng's body stopped in a place where it shouldn't have been, in a place beyond imagination.

Wang Xiaoming had a faint smile on his face, and even a smile in his eyes, as if he had seen victory.

But he couldn't move at all, because a black arrow was stuck in his throat. Although there was no bloodshed, Wang Xiaoming's life had long since faded.

This once invincible archery man died under the long arrow he shot.

Anyone who hears this will think it is ridiculous, and it will feel absurd.

People like this are by no means seeking their own death, let alone killing themselves.

In this place, there is only one person who is still alive, and there is only one person who has the opportunity to do it.

He is Daozun, he is Zhang Sanfeng.

Although he didn't make any movements, let alone burst out with a terrifying momentum, his understatement seemed to confirm it.

"I have learned less than seventy percent of my master's ability to be a man and do things, and I haven't learned any of the martial arts he knows!"

Zhang Sanfeng glanced at Wang Xiaoming, left a sentence and floated away, walking towards the depths of the white clouds.

......

The two figures turned into streamers and stopped in front of Zhang Sanfeng.

The aroma is tangy and seductive.

There were two wonderful-looking women.

One of them was wearing a long white dress, and her elegant jade face had a gentle and quiet smile, giving people the feeling of a spring breeze. She is a beauty who captivates the country and the city, and the moment she appears, she makes the morning glow lose its brilliance.

The other is wearing a long black dress, and her whole body is full of temptation, and she is a bewitching queen who has brought disaster to the country and the people. There is a thrilling beauty, a smile can turn all beings upside down.

"It's better to stop here, if you are willing to stop, from now on, our sisters will be your people!" The woman in the long black dress said in a coquettish voice: "Our life is like an eternal night, until we meet you, we can't see the dawn!"

The other woman didn't say a word, but stared at Zhang Sanfeng with a pitiful look, which made people feel pity.

"Alas!"

Zhang Sanfeng sighed deeply, and he said with a melancholy face: "You are not as good-looking as her!"

"Bang!"

He slapped at the two women across the void, encompassing both of their bodies in his palm.

The wind is blowing.

A terrifying aura spread in an instant, and the originally endless morning glow was wiped out in an instant.

"What the hell is this madman going to do!!"

The woman in the long black dress turned pale in an instant, and she sensed an indescribable terrifying coercion, giving her the illusion of being like an ant facing the ocean.

Her body trembled wildly, her mind roared, and she was terrified to the extreme.

"Damn!!"

"Why can't you move!!"

Another woman in a long white dress roared in the sky, her voice was poignant and mournful, her eyes were red, and she looked extremely crazy.

Both of them found that the space around them was imprisoned by an invisible force, and at this moment the two of them seemed to be buried in the solid earth instead of stopping in the vast sky.

"Boom!!"

"Boom!!"

There was a thunderous explosion in the sky, and both women were wiped out by a force of immense power.

They couldn't figure it out until they died, Daozun Zhang Sanfeng would wait for the opponent to make the first move, and when the opponent finished making a move, he would make a move.

But the two of them not only didn't use their shots, but also secretly sent Qiu Bo, looking like they were throwing themselves into their arms, but Zhang Sanfeng was unusual, and resolutely made a move.

What are they doing wrong?

What did they do wrong, what did they say wrong?

Except for Zhang Sanfeng, no one could give them an answer.

"The two of you combined, you don't look as good as her!"

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head, his expression was a little embarrassed, and Dao Zun, who was originally dominating the world and pushing everything, actually showed a melancholy look.

"Alas!"

He sighed again, a sigh that contained a thousand emotions, and finally disappeared into the cold wind.

He raised his head and stared straight into the distance.

"It's finally here, and it's time for this to be over!"

Zhang Sanfeng took a big stride, waved his sleeves, and walked towards the sky.