Turns Out I'm the God of War Who's No Appeal

Turns Out I'm the God of War Who's No Appeal
Battle of Wuwang


“Uh uh, let's go, let's go, let's go.” Yi Feng waved his hand impatiently, he really could not bear the second-rate atmosphere of the old man, and quickly sent him away.


After sending Old Man Wu away, Yi Feng continued to return to the table.


The next time, he was immersed in the book "The Zixia Princess and the Highest Treasure", and was out all day.


With the arrival of autumn, the autumn wind outside the road became increasingly gloomy, but it did not affect Yi Feng. Even if it was the biting cold air, Yi Feng was not afraid under the resistance of the small sun.


It seemed that Yi Feng this year could have a comfortable winter.


Zhong Qing was still quiet, practicing hard boxing every day, and at the same time was busy with the big and small housework in the martial arts hall.


The second dog, Ao Qing, was lying on Yi Feng's feet, and the wounds on his body had already fully recovered. Occasionally watching Yi Feng punch, and occasionally watching the images in the front hall of the martial arts hall, his strength turned out to advance by leaps and bounds.


On this day, ancestor Qingshan came to visit.


When he came, he seemed to have something in mind, Yi Feng looked at his state and took out chicken soup for his soul from his previous life to comfort him.


Yi Feng did not know if it was any use, but he only knew that ancestor Qingshan was full of confidence when he left.


Next day.


After Yi Feng finished a set of Tai Chi, he lay down, and was about to go to the street to order wine, but found that the road today was much colder than before.


“What happened?” Yi Feng went to sit in the beef stall opposite him and asked, “On weekdays, I saw some cultivation disciples shopping on the street, how could it be so cold today.”


“I'm afraid Mr Yi still doesn't know?” Seeing Yi Feng with wine in his hand, the servant generously brought him two taels of beef on a plate, then looked to the distant sky and said, “Today is Patriarch Qingshan. and Patriarch Xuanwu. On the day of the duel, the cultivators rushed to see their battle, the battle on the top floor, after all, this was related to the life and death of the two great sects!"


"Oh."


Yi Feng nodded, he really did not care much about cultivators, but he seemed to have heard this before.


After eating 2 taels of beef at the servant's place, he rushed back to the pencak silat hall with a warm body and continued to write books.



There is a natural canyon between Qingshanmen and Xuanwuzong.In the middle of the canyon, there is a platform with a reach of thousands of feet, which is a platform of wind and rain.


on the storm deck.


Old Ancestor Qingshan's eyes were sharp, and his entire body exploded.


Ancestor Xuanwu had white hair and a grin on his face.


On both sides of the canyon, one side was filled with Xuanwu Sect disciples, while the other side was filled with Qingshan Sect disciples, and everyone had serious expressions on their faces.


The battle between the two was related to the future of all of them.


“Qingshan, I didn't expect you to actually dare come?” Patriarch Xuanwu said jokingly.


"Oh!"


Old Ancestor Qingshan snorted coldly, but did not say much.


"Suffer to death!"


At this moment, the might of King Wu's kingdom was clearly visible in Xuan Wu's hands.


Before the attack arrived, the rocks at the feet of the Qingshan ancestor were already crackling, cracking one after another, like a spreading spider web.


Ancestor Qingshan did not want to miss. The same momentum exploded. When the soles of his feet hit the ground, a huge hole appeared on the ground, and his lightning-like body greeted this palm.


"explosion!"


The sound of the sky breaking and the earth cracking resounded over the platform of wind and rain.


Countless qi energies spread out in all directions, and the disciples watching from a distance were unwillingly pushing back and again under this powerful qi energy.


The strength of two great martial kings was truly terrifying.


But everyone did not care about that retreating body, and their eyes were like tiny holes looking up at the sky.


Just now looking, in energy, a figure retreated hundreds of feet in the air.


It was the ancestor of Qingshan.


Seeing this, the expressions of everyone in Qingshanmen sank collectively.


In the crowd, Peng Ying held her jade hand with a pale face. He had joined Qingshanmen for a while, and he understood the meaning of this battle. Could he finally join Qingshanmen, and he would face the collapse of Qingshanmen . ?


On the other hand, Xuanwumen was different, and suddenly gave an earth-shattering cheer.


“Hahaha, Qingshan, you are absolutely in vain, the day of next year will be the day of your death.” In the air, ancestor Xuanwu laughed out loud, with a strong joking expression on his face.


Old Ancestor Qingshan's face was ugly when he heard those words, and the distance between the two was enormous!


“Mati!” Ancestor Xuanwu clearly knew the reason for defeating the Reservoir Dog. Without delaying too much, he soared into the air like a ghost, and slapped the sky-destroying claws on Old Ancestor Qingshan.


this palm.


Compared to the previous palm, its strength was stronger and its momentum was more ferocious.


If Ancestor Qingshan only possessed the kind of strength he had just displayed, he would be severely injured if he did not die before Ancestor Xuanwu's palm.


The palm imprint enveloped his vitality and became larger and larger in the sky, illuminating half of the sky, and at the same time getting closer to ancestor Qingshan.


But the Qingshan ancestor did not move at all.


Seeing this, many people who had come to watch the battle shook their heads, and many people speculated that this was the Qingshan ancestor who knew that he was invincible and gave up.


In particular, the people in Qingshanmen were even paler.


With this palm down, it seemed to have seen the scene of Qingshan Gate being destroyed.


When the palm imprint was less than thirty feet away from the Qingshan ancestor, there was a grin on the face of the Qingshan ancestor, and then he took out the kitchen knife from his hand.


"Finally, it's me."