Niu Fen's eyes suddenly narrowed. He withdrew the spiritual sword in his hand and swept it horizontally, preparing to stake his life on a single sword strike and sever the fist that came crashing toward him in that instant!
Wang Xian's tongue burst forth like spring thunder!
Strike the Mountain, Shake the Ox!
In an instant, heaven and earth changed color. Wild winds swept in from all directions, converging entirely into his left arm, and a terrifying force slammed into Niu Fen's chest.
In that instant, Niu Fen's beard and hair flew wildly, and his clothes billowed.
Like Zhao Hu of Hundred Flowers Valley, Niu Fen fell toward the foot of the mountain like a shooting star.
Even after being sent flying by Wang Xian's fist, the man's eyes still gleamed with killing intent as he hung in midair.
He let out an unwilling roar: "Kill him!"
"Boom!"
Who could have known that the power of this fist would only erupt with a thunderous bang at the instant he was about to crash down at the foot of the mountain?
Only then did Niu Leida suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. His aura weakened to the extreme, and he fell to the ground, his life or death unknown.
The sword rose! The sword fell!
A deadly sword ray flashed into being, but it did not strike Wang Xian.
Amid the wind, Wang Xian merely used his own fist to blast the expert from Cloud-Surging Sword Sect out of the temple, sending him plummeting to the foot of the mountain like a meteorite.
Like Zhao Hu, his life and death were unknown.
The impact before their eyes had been far too violent for the four women. For a moment, they had no idea what had happened.
Nalan Liuli cried out