Smelting and Exploding the Heavens

Chapter 361 A Showdown Between Real Men
In the imperial city, there is no god standing on the nine-step imperial platform, waiting for the emperor of the Central Plains below to hand over the jade seal, enthroned as emperor, and then change the dynasty, replace China with Japan, and steal the Central Plains.

Ministers of civil and military affairs, nobles and dignitaries of the Manchu dynasty were all present, although everyone was puzzled, they did not dare to speak out.

Just because Jue Wushen is at the height of his power right now, he not only dominates the martial arts world, but his tens of thousands of Guichaluo elites are also powerful enough to overwhelm the elites of the imperial city.

If no one can compete with this person in terms of force, then today's situation will be completely unsolvable!
It is not that no one has resisted before. The Sword Emperor once challenged Jue Wushen to save Bu Jingyun.

The Sword Emperor was originally the previous emperor, but because he was obsessed with swordsmanship, he abdicated the throne to his nephew, who was also the current emperor.

After that, he joined Jianzong and was imprisoned for decades after spying on Wanjian.

In the past few decades, the people he came into contact with were basically only the second dream. Alone in the ice cell, although the sword emperor had not practiced ten thousand swords to return to the sect, he had created a secret method.

In the fight with Jue Wushen, seeing that he was no match, he blew himself up and turned his body's blood into thousands of sharp swords to stab Jue Wushen, allowing Bu Jingyun and others to escape.

The Sword Emperor, the number one master of the royal family, was also defeated by Jue Wushen. Coupled with Wuming's previous defeat, everyone present no longer had the confidence to fight against Jue Wushen, and could only watch the upcoming abdication ceremony unwillingly. .

At this moment, several figures flew over the imperial city, but they were Fan Zhuoyuan, Wuming, Bu Jingyun, Jianchen, Guihu, Longxiu, and Fengwu.

At this time, the last batch of masters in the Central Plains who were not trapped by Wushenjue Palace are all here.

Bu Jingyun came up, but he went straight to attack the emperor.

The Emperor of the Central Plains also had a superior martial art called Royal Dragon Fist. His strength was roughly equivalent to the level of the heads of various sects. He was considered a master, but he could not be called the ultimate one. He had already been controlled by Wuming.

At this time, Bu Jingyun came to kill, Juetian and others immediately stepped forward to escort him.

Unexpectedly, Wuming entered from the side, and a sword energy separated Juetian and others.

Bu Jingyun took the opportunity to slash at the emperor with a sword. The emperor couldn't dodge in time, and the mask on his face was torn off immediately, revealing Juexin's face.

Many civil and military ministers in the audience exclaimed, it turns out that the emperor is a fake!

Immediately, the guards in the palace knew the emperor's true intentions, so they rebelled and began to besiege Guichaluo who was present.

The ministers who did not understand martial arts left one after another under the guidance of the hermits in the Zhonghua Pavilion, and the scene was in chaos.

Absolutely Wushen could not force the real emperor to abdicate, he could only use this bad strategy, and now that it has been exposed, the abdication ceremony cannot continue.

For the sake of the mountain, his achievements fell short, Jue Wushen was so furious, he flew down and was about to kill Bu Jingyun.

But Bu Jingyun pointed his sword at Juexin and shouted: "Jue Wushen, if you dare to move lightly, I will kill your son Jue Xin!"

Jue Wushen sneered, he has two sons, one is the eldest son Jue Xin, and the other is the second son Jue Tian born with Yan Ying.

He prefers the second son born with the woman he loves. At this time, he has already ordered the leader Guichaluo to take Juetian away to avoid any accidents.

For the eldest son who was being held hostage at the moment, he only glanced indifferently.

"I have absolutely no gods. If I want to dominate the world, my father, the king of heaven, will also give way to me. What is a mere son!"

Saying that a punch came violently, Bu Jingyun saw that the killing punch was violent, and quickly withdrew, but Jue Xin who was holding him was killed by this punch on the spot.

Everyone was shocked, but they didn't know that the real Jue Xin was watching the battle coldly on the nearby cliff.

Seeing his father so disregarding his own life and death, his expression quickly became more indifferent, and he clenched his fist slightly, quietly planting the seeds of rebellion.

Bu Jingyun and Jian Chen attacked Jue Wushen from left and right, and Guihu and Longxiu Fengwu also attacked from the side.

But Jue Wushen condensed the indestructible golden body, despite the fierceness of the sword's ultimate move, he was still unable to break through the defense. Instead, he was shocked by his tyrannical inner strength, and everyone flew back.

Bu Jingyun said: "Kaifeng's peerless sword can't break through his immortal golden body!"

Wuming walked out slowly. At this time, after training, he had absorbed part of the internal strength of the Ten Great Ninja, and his cultivation had recovered a lot. Although he had not yet reached the peak, he was confident enough to fight.

His eyes were completely blank, his body was suspended in the air, and thousands of swords on the ground blared together, and suddenly flew towards him, gathered behind him, and spread out in all directions, like a phoenix spreading its wings, wanting to flap its wings and scream angrily!

Between the heavens and the earth, a coercive coercion suddenly rose, like a black cloud pressing down on the city, even Fan Zhuoyuan felt his heart throbbing.

Jue Wushen looked up at Wuming who had pushed Wanjian back to the sect to the extreme, full of fear, quickly restrained his inner strength, and also condensed the immortal golden body to the extreme, sitting on the horse with his waist down, waiting for Wuming's next terrifying offensive.

Wuming secretly said in his heart: My skill is limited, I can't last long, I need a quick battle!

With a thought, thousands of swords gathered into a momentum, as if listening to an order, their blades suddenly pointed at Jue Wushen in the field.

Jue Wushen only felt that the hairs all over his body stood on his head, and he was already dripping with sweat unconsciously. Even he was not absolutely sure that he could receive such a magical sword!
Thousands of swords, like a rain of swords, driven by the nameless sword intent, rolled up the flying sand and rocks, and rushed straight to Juewushen!

Jue Wushen's chest rose and fell, and with a loud shout, he thrust his chest forward, facing the thousands of sword blades!
In just a moment, thousands of sword blades had pierced into his body, colliding with the imperishable golden energy bursting out from Jue Wushen's body.

The sound of metal snapping was endless, everyone held their breath and concentrated, but finally saw that Jue Wushen's whole body was like a hedgehog, full of sharp swords!

In just one more breath, Jue Wushen let out a roar, his muscles vibrated, and thousands of swords and swords collapsed and flew, breaking every inch!
There are many warriors in the audience, those who can't avoid it will die immediately, and their flesh and blood will fly everywhere.

Jue Wushen's confidence soared, he restrained his magic skills, glanced at the people present who seemed to be frozen, his eyes were full of arrogance and recklessness, and shouted loudly: "From now on in the martial arts world, I am a myth!"

Wuming fell to the ground slumped, but stared at the shattered sword blades around Jue Wushen, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Bu Jingyun and Jian Chen looked at each other, and they both noticed that among the thousands of sword blades that Jue Wushen shattered, only one under the right armpit was shaken into two parts, and it was not completely shattered!
The most vulnerable point of the immortal golden body is here!

The two were about to attack, but Fan Zhuoyuan, who had been watching coldly and never made a move, came out and stood in front of the two.

Bu Jingyun frowned and said, "Get out of the way!"

Jian Chen stopped Bu Jingyun, "Slow down first!"

Bu Jingyun didn't know what it meant, he had never fought against Fan Zhuoyuan before, he only knew from other people's mouth that his martial arts were extremely high, but he had no impression of his high level.

He also deeply resented that Fan Zhuoyuan had been standing on the sidelines before, so he was quite impatient.

Fan Zhuoyuan looked at Jue Wu Shen and said, "You are still far from the realm of mythology, besides, just now, the weakness of your immortal golden body has been discovered."

Jue Wushen focused his eyes, "Jue Dao Fan Zhuoyuan? Hmph, you don't have a sword in your hand, and you dare to speak wild words in front of me?"

Saying that the killing fist was thrown out, Fan Zhuoyuan remained motionless, even though such a domineering and fierce killing fist rushed straight to his heart.

Fan Zhuoyuan was blown so that his sleeves and cloak danced wildly, and the surrounding debris splashed everywhere, but he was as stable as Mount Tai, motionless.

Fan Zhuoyuan said: "Your weak point is in the right underarm, but I don't bother to attack this point."

Jue Wushen's expression changed, and he immediately noticed the sharp sword on the ground that was only broken in two, only then did he realize that Wuming's blow was only to find out his own door, and it was indeed successful.

Jue Wushen sneered and said, "You found it, so what?"

Fan Zhuoyuan had a fanatical smile on his face, "Your Immortal Body is very strong, but Fan's horizontal training is not weak, why don't you play a game of real men with me?"

"Oh?" Jue Wushen secretly concentrated his fist strength, and his murderous intent became more and more intense.

Fan Zhuoyuan noticed it, but he didn't take it seriously, and said, "You and I are facing each other, and each punches each other with both fists, neither dodging nor avoiding, until the opponent is knocked down, how dare you?"

In front of so many people, Jue Wushen was taken aback for a moment, then laughed loudly, "Sure enough!"

Bu Jingyun and the others looked at Fan Zhuoyuan like a lunatic, Feng Wu said: "Your surname is Fan, even if the master says you are superb in martial arts, this move is tantamount to death, so think about it yourself!"

Bu Jingyun said coldly: "If you want to die, we will collect your body later."

Jian Chen didn't know that Fan Zhuoyuan had a strong practice skill, so he hurriedly advised: "Mr. Fan, do what you can!"

Fan Zhuoyuan didn't care much, took off his cloak, took off his coat, bulged his muscles, and with a grin on his face, he walked towards Jue Wushen step by step.

Jue Wushen tilted his head and looked at Fan Zhuoyuan, rubbed his fists and said, "You regret it now, but it's still too late."

Fan Zhuoyuan said while walking: "You and I are both out of the Shaolin Golden Bell Shade in martial arts, let's see who will be better!
To be honest, it is really rare in the world to meet an opponent like you. I have been looking forward to a fight that can hit the flesh, and today is really itchy. "

Because of this, Fan Zhuoyuan was so itchy that he forgot to hide his hole cards and strength, and just wanted to fight hand-to-hand.

Jue Wushen, who is by no means weaker than Fan Zhuoyuan, also sneered, "This is indeed a bloody battle, I just hope you can last a little longer, and don't let my happiness last too short."

The two stood still two steps away from ordinary people, and this distance was already within the attack range of their respective footsteps.

Since it was agreed to not move one step, not dodge or dodge, the two of them obeyed this rule very much. After standing still, their breath sank to their dantians, and their steps sank slightly to the ground.

They looked at each other silently for only two breaths, and after each adjusted their status, they suddenly punched each other and blasted each other's side faces!
Juewushen's killing fist erupted with extremely strong murderous aura, which almost turned into substance, bringing a chill to the front of the fist. Just looking at the iron-like joints, one can know that the power of this punch is absolutely extraordinary.

But Fan Zhuoyuan's fist was burning with flames visible to the naked eye, the whole arm was red like blood, only the front of the fist was white like teeth, because the cells there had been instantly calcified by Fan Zhuoyuan's control!
With just one glance at his arm, one can instinctively feel the violent power in it, which makes one's heart tremble.

The people around opened their eyes wide and watched the confrontation between the two peerless hunks, and all the people who had no confidence in Fan Zhuoyuan shouted wildly in their hearts, "He really doesn't take a step!"

The heavy punches hit each other's side faces, their heads swung violently, their trapezius muscles arched, and their veins protruded.

Jue Wushen relied on the indestructible golden body zhenqi released outside the body to resist the impact of punches, while Fan Zhuoyuan relied on the body's muscles and bones for defense.

The bursting punches penetrated each other's defenses, so they had nowhere to vent, so they could only explode in all directions.

Bu Jingyun and other martial arts masters quickly raised their arms to block in front of them, but they were still forced back more than ten steps by the aftermath of the violent punch.

Those with slightly inferior martial arts, such as Fengwu and Guihu, even found it difficult to stand, but they staggered back and almost fell.

Wuming stepped forward at this time and charged up again, and the sword fragments all over the ground were suspended immediately.

And Bu Jingyun also intends to take this opportunity to surprise Jue Wushen's weakness with a peerless sword.

But Fan Zhuoyuan yelled loudly: "No one is allowed to do anything until the outcome is decided!"

Jue Wushen looked at the person in front of him in surprise, although Fan Zhuoyuan's punch just now did not break through his indestructible golden body, but the extremely strong vibration still made his face burn with pain.

This was the first time he felt pain since he created the Immortal Golden Body.He was a little afraid of Fan Zhuoyuan's fist strength, and with Wuming and others by his side, he was already blocked.

Jue Wushen had a little intention of retreating, but he didn't expect Fan Zhuoyuan to stop everyone with a word, and he really planned to challenge himself to the end, so he couldn't help admiring him.

Wuming and the others said in astonishment: "Mr. Fan! If you don't take this opportunity to kill this person, I'm afraid it will be a disaster."

Fan Zhuoyuan stared at Jue Wushen and said, "I have no objection if you want to kill him, but I have to wait until I finish."

Bu Jingyun frowned and snorted, "It's unreasonable, it depends on how long you can last!"

Fan Zhuoyuan looked at Jue Wushen, "Your fist is not strong enough, and you didn't even get blood out of it, so let's focus!"

As he said that, he punched Jue Wushen head-on with another violent punch.

Jue Wushen gritted his teeth, anger of being underestimated arose in his heart, and came at the same time, when the two fists collided.

Jue Wushen has an indestructible golden body, but Fan Zhuoyuan has a steel body, and the surface of his fists has also calcified by itself, so the two are still tied.

Afterwards, the fast fist was like the wind, and the punch was as heavy as thunder, and the two of them bombarded each other fiercely without retreating a single step.

Boom!Boom!Boom!A series of muffled thunder sounded, as if hitting the hearts of everyone at the scene, causing the imperial city guards who were fighting and Guichaluo from Wushenjue Palace to stop fighting one after another, looking shocked.

However, Juewushen's killing fist collided with Fan Zhuoyuan's iron fist hundreds of times, and the aftermath of the collision shattered the surrounding terraces and brick walls.

The two of them kept standing still, and the force of the bombardment was transmitted to their feet, which shattered the solid stone ground, almost turning it into gravel.

With the two of them as the center, it spread out for a range of thirty feet, and there were hardly any complete stones, and even the corpses were all shaken into a pile of flesh and blood that could not be seen.

As the fists collided, the two roared and laughed wildly with all their might.

Jue Wushen was roaring with rage, and Fan Zhuoyuan was laughing wildly, laughing ferociously.

Everyone in the scene was shocked by this situation, and they pulled away from each other for fear of being hurt by the aftermath.

After a hundred punches, both of them felt that their strength was exhausted, and they withdrew their hands at the same time, panting relatively, like two ancient beasts entering the intermission.

At this moment, Fan Zhuoyuan's whole body had no good flesh, it was all wounded by the killing punch, it looked very serious, but the injuries to his muscles, bones and flesh were really not an appetizer for him.

Juewushen's indestructible golden body is resisting with true energy outside the body, the main body is not injured, but it is still sweating profusely, and the muscles of the whole body are trembling non-stop.

Jian Chen couldn't help but ask Xiang Wuming, "Master, is Mr. Fan invincible to Jue Wushen?"

Wuming shook his head slowly, "No, I think Jue Wushen seems to suffer even more."

Even Bu Jingyun was surprised at this point, and said: "But this Fan, there is no good flesh in his body. Although it is a skin trauma, the accumulation cannot be underestimated."

Wuming was silent for a moment, and said: "I don't know where the limit of Fan Zhuoyuan's martial arts is, but judging from the fighting spirit exuded by the two, it is Fan Zhuoyuan who has the upper hand, and Absolutely Wushen's fighting spirit is much lower than before. It's gone downhill."

Fighting will is illusory, but in Fengyun World, the stronger the fighting will, the stronger the person can even use their strength beyond the limit, which determines the power of the move.

But Bu Jingyun knew this best, he used to defeat the strong with the weak, relying on the fighting spirit aroused by hatred, so he looked at the two confronting two people in the field with serious eyes.

(End of this chapter)