509: C509 Seven Injury Fist

C509 Seven Injury Fist

Meng Xuan was stunned for a moment before his face darkened. He asked in a low voice, "Thousand Autumn Snowfall, do you have some sort of problem with me? If you want to fight, then fight. I really don't like your looks. For a long time, Su Huang Ji, Meng Qiu, and Huangfu Ying, who wouldn't look better than you? "

He was truly in a bad mood. No matter what, he was still an immortal king. Was this how shallow he was in the eyes of the Thousand Sunsets?

The pleading look in Snow's eyes grew thicker and thicker. "Meng Xuan, I beg of you …" Even though I have already awakened my soul seed and am about to become an ancient female sword saint, I feel that … He's still not your match. "

"So much nonsense. Make your move, the number one sword in the world, I'm going to take it." Meng Xuan's expression was ice-cold as he spoke. He didn't even have the slightest bit of sympathy for the 'Thousand Years Snowfall'. This woman had always been clinging onto the man's position, from Chen Zulu to Lin Zong. He had always thought of his looks as a form of confidence. In fact, Meng Xuan hated such a person.

The expression on Snowfall's face dimmed for a moment. Then, he became silent and waved his right hand in the air. The fist-sized sword gall flew into her hand and turned into a snow-white sword. She held her sword as she stood still. With a charming shout, she slashed her sword towards Meng Xuan.

Behind her back, the image of a giant golden sword was twinkling. That was her soul seed, a gigantic sword with unstoppable sharpness. She slashed down with her sword, and the world was covered with sword Qis. They intertwined and interweaved, slashing towards Meng Xuan's head.

Meng Xuan held the [Innate] Profound Handle and also swung three times. The first Sword Qi pierced through the clouds and entered the sky, forming a long river. It fell from the sky like a galaxy and covered half of the azure sky. The second sword stroke swept across the sky, cutting off the sky and splitting the heaven and earth apart. As for the third sword stroke, it directly aimed for the space between the eyebrows of Thousandfall Snowfall.

The expression on Snowfall's face was extremely grave. At the same time, it was filled with unwillingness. Even though Meng Xuan was stronger than her, she still wanted to fight. She didn't want to give up the title of the world's number one sword!

She let out a delicate shout and the longsword in her hand shone. She waved it in front of her and created hundreds of afterimages. The sword Qis covered her entire body. Those three sword strikes directly submerged her within, but soon after, she rushed out from within and stood upright in the sky. Her five fingers opened wide, aiming straight at Meng Xuan. Sword qi gushed out from her palms, taking root in the air as she directly slashed out at Meng Xuan.

Meng Xuan's expression was ice-cold as he pinched the [Innate] Profound Handle in his hand. Immediately, the [Innate] Profound Handle in his hands exploded into countless silvery-white sword auras, as if it was alive, covering the entire sky.

Snowfall let out a pitiful cry. His chest and abdomen had been penetrated by the Sword Qi.

"I admit defeat!" Snowfall screamed and half knelt on the ground. His moon-white robe was stained with blood. She slightly raised her head and looked at Meng Xuan venomously, "Meng Xuan, I hate you. I will forever remember the insult you've given me. One day, I will take it back!"

"After this, I will use all of my power to awaken my memories and turn into an ancient female Sword Saint. The day that I succeed, I will definitely use your head as an offering for my sword. " Thousand Autumn Snow's voice was extremely cold, the hatred in her eyes was too thick.

Meng Xuan didn't seem to care at all as he sneered, "Fine, I'll wait for you."

He then stood on the stone platform and looked at the crowd. "Who else wants to fight with me for the number one sword in the world? I'll wait."

The eight Elders of the Heavenly Island looked at Meng Xuan, shaking their heads.

"Too arrogant and unbridled, unsuitable for cultivation."

"Isn't it just the number one sword in the world? What's there to be proud of?" Xue Lan said. The red human king's mole between his brows was too demonic. It flickered with light and held a red paper umbrella. It looked extremely strange, as if it was a ghost.

Only Zhu Changsheng knew that Meng Xuan was helping him build up his momentum, fighting for his face. Having helped Meng Xuan so many times, this was the best way for him to repay Meng Xuan.

Bai Xiaosheng smiled slightly, and then came to the stone platform. He looked at Meng Xuan, his fingers emitting light as he pressed a finger mark between Meng Xuan's eyebrows. Immediately, a golden vertical line appeared on his forehead.

"I declare that the person who obtained the world's number one sword skill this time around is — Meng Xuan!"

"The Unrivaled Sword!"

This was a supreme honor, and also a form of affirmation. A smile appeared in Bai Xiaosheng's eyes as he looked at Meng Xuan, who was standing there with a sword in his hand. Although he did not say anything, his eyes were filled with encouragement.

Meng Xuan then turned to Zhu Changsheng and bowed slightly. "Master's teachings are still the best."

Zhu Changsheng was stunned for a moment. Then, a light suddenly exploded from his eyes. He was so excited that his entire body was trembling.

Bai Xiaosheng then looked at the second stone platform, and said, "The second test, Number One Under Heaven, has begun. The rules for this stage are different, but it is also very simple. This was because this was the most powerful fist under the heavens. Who wants to think that you deserve the reputation of being the number one fist of the world? You can go up, challenge anyone, or be challenged by anyone. The person being challenged couldn't be refused, otherwise he would lose his qualifications to participate. "We'll begin the registration now."

"I'll do it!" A giant bear in human form walked out and spoke in a muffled voice. His fists seemed to be made of steel and were extremely hard. Under the sunlight, they reflected a dark light.

"Xu Youxiong!"

"Isn't this Xu Youxiong, who is said to be able to compete with Yingzhou's Song Fist?"

"This man is extremely terrifying. A single punch from him could destroy a mountain."

Everyone was discussing the matter while looking at Xu Youxiong with fear in their eyes. This was because this person specialized in fist arts. In the end, he could ignore all defenses and launch a direct attack on Huang Long.

"I want to register as well." The second person to walk up was a middle-aged man. His fists were blood-red.

"Dragon Slaying Fist!"

"It's known as dragon slaying. It's extremely terrifying."

The middle-aged man's expression was calm. His blood-red fists were covered with a strange pattern that was flickering. On his hands, a faint dragon-shaped trajectory could be seen extending. Everyone recognized this person's identity, Kang Dingyi. Back then, he had killed a Golden Flood Dragon with a single punch.

After that, the people who signed up were all extremely powerful. There were even seven waves that could explode out seven times when they hit the body. Each wave overcame the previous wave, and after that, all the vitality in a person's body would be completely destroyed.

While Meng Xuan was watching, a young figure suddenly caught his attention. This person was standing with Prince Hong Wu, Mo Xie, Gongsun He, and the others. It was obvious that this person's cultivation base was either high or had a deep background.

Now it would seem that this person had both. The look on his face resembled that of Ying Prefecture's Song Fist, the one Meng Xuan had killed with a single punch. He was even more valiant with his hands behind his back. He was very calm and collected.

"This fist is none other than yours." Prince Hong Wu said, "You also have a certain status and position in the Kingdom of Dragon Uncle. I heard that you have mastered the Seven Injury Fist."

The young man smiled, "The number one fist strike of the world. I, Song, admit that I have no match for it."

After which, he walked up the stone platform. After a slight pause, he actually turned his gaze onto Meng Xuan, "Meng Xuan, my younger brother, was beaten to death by you, right?"

"It's me." Meng Xuan nodded.

"Didn't you say that you are omnipotent? Do you dare to come up and fight?"

Meng Xuan laughed, "What's your name? There's no nameless ghost under my fist."

"Song Jin!" Song Jin glanced at Meng Xuan for a moment before condescendingly looking down on him, "Come up."

Zhu Changsheng knew how terrifying this person was and said, "Meng Xuan, don't be rash. He knows the Seven Injury Fist and can kill you seven times over. A single punch could explode seven times inside the body, but it was simply impossible to defend against. Last time, Number One Under Heaven was his little brother, but his little brother Song Fist did not even have half of his strength left. "

"That's right. He knows a lot of fist techniques, and they are all extremely complicated. It's best for him not to go up." Immortal Muddleheaded was advising him as well.

"What, you don't dare?" Song Jin asked, the ridicule in his eyes becoming more and more obvious.

Just as Meng Xuan was about to step up, Xu Youxiong stepped out, "Wait, Song Jin, it is said that you are the uncrowned king of the strongest fist in the world. I want to challenge you."

Song Jin's expression turned cold as he looked at Xu Yourong, "Are you sure?"

"Wait, even my Dragon Slaying Fist wants to challenge Song Jin. I want to see the gap between him and me!" Kang Ding stood up and pointed at Song Jin, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

"I, Seven Layered Waves, would like to try out the difference between my technique and the Seven Injury Fists. Don't even try to compete with me." Another young man walked up and said.

Most of those who practiced fist arts felt a sense of hostility in their hearts. No one was willing to accept this. In a split-second, seven or eight people stood up, all of them challenging Song Jin.

Song Jin was a genius of Ying Prefecture, when had he ever received such provocation? Upon hearing that, his expression immediately became extremely cold, and from anger, he began to laugh, "Hahaha, good, good, good. I, Song, have rarely made a move in front of outsiders, and now I am being attacked by so many cats and dogs. "Come, the eight of you can attack together."

Xu Youxiong said: "Song Jin, you're looking down on us too much. Hurry up and fight. I still have urgent matters to attend to."

Song Jin shouted: "I said, let's go together!"

No one moved, but soon after, Song Jin took the initiative to attack. He first threw out a dragon fist, aiming to kill Xu Youxiong. His left fist carried the Heavenly Demon God fist, aiming for Kang Dingqing's Dragon Slaying Fist. The rest of the world was covered with fist prints, densely packed together.

Ah!" A scream sounded out. It was a young man who was practicing fist arts. He had been directly smashed into pieces by Song Jin.

There was also another middle-aged man whose iron fists were unstoppable. He pierced through many fist imprints, and was about to pounce towards Song Jin. A fist suddenly penetrated his chest, lifting him up into the air.

He lowered his head to look at the fiendish Song Jin, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Song Jin's fist art was too tyrannical. It directly shattered his iron fist and penetrated his chest.0

Soon after, the sound of fists hitting flesh could be heard. Xu Youxiong was sent flying. His right arm had been shattered, and the Dragon Slaying Fist was also a negative attack. Both his arms were cracked!

"The Dragon Slaying Fist and the Seven Layered Waves are all trash. Who else could it be? Come at me!"

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