Begin as a centenarian Zhang Sanfeng

Chapter 13 Eighteen Bronze Men?Just ants!
Looking at Zhang Sanfeng who was still indifferent, the dragon claw hand in Kong Wen's hand was even more powerful. This blow can be said to have gathered all his life's strength. He is confident that even the three great monks in the sect will not be able to attack him like this. One blow, absolutely dare not underestimate it!
"boom!"

In a blink of an eye, the dragon's claw hand blatantly slammed on Zhang Sanfeng's body, and everyone couldn't help but gasp. Could it be that Zhenren Zhang is really old and frail, and there is no way to fight again?

Kong Wen's blow felt unstoppable even to them, but Zhang Sanfeng dared to rely on his body to block this blow, under this blow, his bones would not be broken?

No, it is absolutely necessary to break bones and tendons!
In the arena, Song Yuanqiao couldn't bear it anymore, and the anxiety on his face could not be suppressed.

In the arena, the vigor burst out, and the smoke and dust produced by the three-foot-high ground firmly blocked the sight of others.

Kong Wen looked at his hands in shock, and then at Zhang Sanfeng whose face remained unchanged, the expression on his face gradually turned from cold to unbelievable.

His dragon claw hand has been cultivated to the peak. Even a steel bar thick as an arm can be easily bent and broken.

But when it hit Zhang Sanfeng, he only felt countless forces disintegrating his huge power, no matter how he aroused it, he couldn't resist, his huge power collapsed instantly under Zhang Sanfeng's terrifying real power.

Moreover, as long as Zhang Sanfeng is willing, the pure yang power in his body can easily step into his meridian, dantian, as long as Zhang Sanfeng intends to kill him, he can do it with just a few gestures!

In a trance, Kong Wen was like a rooster who had lost a fight, and let out a deep breath, "Master Zhang is worthy of being an unborn great master in the martial arts world, it is Kong Wen who got carried away with complacency!"

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

Kong Wen lowered his head, his face turning green and then white, he in Shaolin Temple also longed for the Dragon Slaying Saber, commanding all the heroes in the world.

The breeze blew in, and the smoke and dust dissipated slowly. Everyone looked in disbelief at Zhang Sanfeng, who stood proudly on the spot as always, and the empty news that bowed his head and said nothing, like a defeated rooster. This scene was unexpected. their expectations.

"Really Zhang's strength is still as unfathomable as ever!"

Master Jingxuan let out a long sigh, when she saw that Zhang Sanfeng easily dispelled Kong Wen's attack from the dragon's claw hand, she had the intention of retreating, the Emei sect could not afford to offend Wudang.

At that moment, she no longer hesitated, and cupped her hands at Zhang Sanfeng, "It's my Emei faction who is being rude today, and I hope Master Zhang is not to blame. Emei faction, let's go down the mountain!"

The Emei sect came in a hurry, and left in a hurry. At this time, there were only four sects left on Wudang Mountain.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the pale Kong Wen, his face was indifferent, "Master Kong Wen, Shaolin is the authentic school of martial arts, why don't you lose your mind and ruin Shaolin's reputation for a few words?"

Before Kong Wen could speak, an old man with white beard and walking like a dragon and a tiger came out from behind him. The old man looked at Zhang Sanfeng, and gently cupped his hands, "Master Zhang has deep inner strength, I don't know if I dare to experience it today, my Shaolin The Eighteen Bronze Man Formation!"

Song Yuanqiao sneered, and stepped forward, "Is Shaolin Temple really going to challenge me at Wudang Mountain today? Hmph, what is the identity of my master, you Shaolin are too arrogant!"

A powerful aura erupted from Song Yuanqiao's body. Behind him, Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, Mo Shenggu, and Yin Liting held sharp swords, their faces full of coldness!

"Eighteen bronze men?"

He Taichong of the Kunlun School raised his brows and looked at Zhang Sanfeng with some interest in his face. It seems that Shaolin came here on purpose this time.

Zhang Sanfeng is already a hundred years old, one or two battles will be enough, if there are repeated battles, Zhang Sanfeng will definitely not be able to hold on, if something unexpected happens then, tsk tsk!

He Taichong smiled sinisterly, "Master Zhang is the authentic master of martial arts, so he must be afraid of the eighteen bronze figures of Shaolin. If that's the case, I think the title of Southern Wudang should be removed in the future!"

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

Kong Wen glanced at the eighteen bronze figures behind the old man, a look of struggle flashed across his face, and finally he nodded emphatically, "I hope Master Zhang will teach me!"

Zhang Sanfeng laughed loudly, the coldness on his face almost froze everything, "Okay, today, the old Taoist will learn from Shaolin's authentic unique skills!"

Just as Song Yuanqiao was about to speak, he saw Zhang Sanfeng shaking his head to stop him.

"Go ahead! Don't stop at the end"

Kong Wen kicked hard at the old man who spoke before him just now, and then let the eighteen bronze figures enter the stage.

This old man is his younger brother, who has been living in seclusion all year round, carefully studying the Eighteen Bronze Figure Formation, hoping to truly demonstrate the power of the Open Bronze Figure Formation.

This time, in order to let the world know the power of his Shaolin Bronze Man Formation, he went against Kong Wen's intention and forcibly entered the stage!

In the Wudang Mountain Square, eighteen bald-headed Buddhas were spread out, with a faint golden light blooming from their bodies.

Song Yuanqiao's heart was shocked, and he couldn't help but feel even more worried. The eighteen bronze men's formation is quite powerful.

Individually, he can easily defeat them, but if they are combined together, their power is even more terrifying. I am afraid that even the master will have to spend a lot of effort.

"Roar!"

The eighteen bronze figures moved as heavy and steady as Fudo Mingwang, surrounded Zhang Sanfeng, and they held cooked copper sticks.

Each person is enough to explode a thousand catty's strength. Under eighteen people together, there are not many people in the world who can resist.

"boom!"

The eighteen bronze men looked at Zhang Sanfeng, and as soon as they stepped forward, the cooked copper sticks in the hands of the eighteen men all fell down.

This is the most powerful move in the Bronze Man Formation. No one can resist their blow.

"Master must escape"

Yu Lianzhou said worriedly. He found that he had no way to fight against the formation of bronze figures alone.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the eighteen heels of cooked copper sticks falling from the void, his eyes suddenly became cold, Shaolin Temple, he gave him face again and again, but they didn't know how to repent, and kept killing them again and again!
Zhang Sanfeng moved his footsteps, [-]% of the pure yang power in his body exploded at once, without any reservation, his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of intense fiery red light.

Nearly a hundred years of pure yang power erupted, what a terrifying power it produced!
"boom!"

The air wave rolled, and the air made a muffled puff sound at this moment. Zhang Sanfeng's blow almost exploded the surrounding void.

Before the eighteen cooked copper sticks even fell, they were already swept away by the power that burst out from Zhang Sanfeng's body.

Eighteen people snorted in unison, then became unconscious again, and fell into a coma immediately.

If Zhang Sanfeng hadn't given up his hand at the end, none of the eighteen people would have survived. If so, the cultivation base of these eighteen people would also be completely abolished, and they would become crippled.

"The Eighteen Bronze Man Formation really deserves its reputation, but the murderous aura is too heavy, so let's go back and recite Buddhist scriptures for a few years before using it!"

Zhang Sanfeng said melodiously, just now he showed his supernatural power, he has already shocked the five sects, not to mention handing over Zhang Cuishan's stuff.

"who?"

Before stopping, Zhang Sanfeng's body has skipped to the open space which is only about a hundred meters away.

On the clearing, a man in the clothes of Yuan Soldier Tartars was holding an eight or nine-year-old child in his hand, and was about to leave here at a high speed.

"Great master, save me, save me!"

The child struggled in the hands of the Tartar soldiers, and shouted, just now he saw Zhang Sanfeng displaying his supernatural power and sweeping away the heroes, Grand Master, he will definitely be able to save him.

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

(End of this chapter)