After making up his mind, Zhang Ze began casting.
Although he did not have the Divine Mask, he sowhat understood the acting thods.
He combed his hair, transforming black hair into white fur.
Upon the handso face carved by a knife, with resolute and somber eyes, Zhang Ze casually took out a sowhat similar-looking Black Sword from the Hundred Treasures Bag, and in a deep, magnetic voice, said.
"Oi! Do you rember ..."
However, before Zhang Ze could finish his words, that cold and ruthless Colorful Robe Fairy had already turned her head.
But what awaited Zhang Ze was not a mistaken embrace, nor a long-awaited reunion that didn’t belong to him.
What Zhang Ze received was a free flight.
He was sent flying, slapped away by her hand.
The imnse force tossed Zhang Ze into the air, and the fake Black Sword in his hand was snapped effortlessly by the Colorful Robe Fairy.
Blood and flesh disintegrated into countless Sword Rain, slashing towards Zhang Ze.
Fortunately, Zhang Ze had already displayed the Innate Dao Body, hence he suffered no harm.
Moreover, taking advantage of the Sword Rain’s impact, he fled far away, intending to widen the distance.
Yet, just as Zhang Ze was about to soar past the sky’s boundary, the Fairy reappeared behind him, landing a hefty punch of profound truth upon the back of Zhang Ze’s head.
Subsequently, Zhang Ze’s head was smashed into the ground.
Imdiately, Zhang Ze faced yet another lengthy dash.
The Fairy used Zhang Ze’s face to plow a deep trench in the earth.
After crashing into a small mountain, Zhang Ze was flipped over and received another pair of strong punches, only then did he see the Fairy’s face clearly.
Very unexpected.
That face remained clear, not smudged into porridge as Little Fuji had said.
Nor did it hold the kind of shyness or bitterness or other emotions that should exist between a love-struck man and a grieving woman.
What Zhang Ze saw was a berserker’s face slightly tinged with anger, a face completely devoid of the Celestial Sect’s subtle charm.
This Fairy, once from the Celestial Sect whose na Zhang Ze didn’t even know, now held only a desire for battle and anger towards the impostor.
Just looking at those eyes, as if one stood within a post-apocalyptic wasteland at the end of the world, passionate BGM sounded in the ears.
Feeling the urge to unleash the North Star Fist.
Thus, Zhang Ze punched the Fairy’s face.
Even though she’s out there selling her backside, selling requires a fundantal law, so-called backside can be pinched, but not humiliated, wouldn’t arbitrarily take a beating without retaliation.
No matter if this person might be the old fla of his uncle or the esteed predecessor of Celestial Sect.
Zhang Ze’s fist radiated colorless light, distance and ti lost aning before this punch, his shining fist fiercely struck the Fairy’s face.
This was Zhang Ze’s unique fist technique developed upon returning from the Mountain and Sea Secret Realm, having transford into a one-legged egg, and referenced the Dog’s Wishing Technique.
He dubbed it [My 100% Hit Common Punch]
As per the na, within five ters, it hits 100%, and even Mahayana can’t be exempted.
Besides this, after being hit, the enemy would be slightly stunned under the influence of that colorless brightness.
Despite looking invincible, the punch’s force was debatable.
The power of this punch is similar to Lily hitting soone with a board brick at full strength.
Cannot kill experts, not needed against ants, sowhat chicken ribs.
In Junior Sister’s words, this punch is just like throwing a flashbang at an opponent, adhering face to face without a gun or thunder in the Banana Dao.
Thus, Zhang Ze didn’t expect much, only vented sowhat, conveniently creating a chance for his uncle to step in.
But unexpectedly, the punch’s power was strikingly effective.
A sharp non-human shriek ca from the Fairy’s mouth, she was directly sent flying by Zhang Ze.
Her once pleasing face showed a hint of cracks, akin to a porcelain piece about to shatter.
Her battle intent within the eyes, montarily transford into confusion, then instinctively she began huffing at Zhang Ze.
Zhang Ze, "...."
The transition was truly quick, the old-century pure love Celestial Sect warrior and purely the Haki Immortal, two completely opposite personalities erged within the sa being within re monts.
Having rarely seen this Haki Immortal, Zhang Ze was montarily perplexed whether to continue standing up to hit, or lie down on the ground for a while.
Fortunately, his Sword Sect uncle was present.
Wei Zhuang appeared behind the Colorful Robe Fairy, with the reverse sawblade moving, the bloody light slashing down, more akin to Blade Technique than Swordsmanship.
’Thus, always existed Sword Immortals from ancient tis, but why aren’t there Axe Immortal, Crooked teor Immortal...’
As Zhang Ze inexplicably began to daydream again, Wei Zhuang’s sword had already descended, but seed off from the agreed-upon force.
Not seeming intention of capturing alive, but more aid at splitting in half.
Yet, just as the blade was about to cut down on the Fairy, a dazzling white light soared upward, dispelling the certain-to-succeed sword.
Zhang Ze was tossed far, upon standing up again, he discovered the Colorful Robe Fairy seed to have entered the second phase.
Without a shred of clothing, but enveloped with saintly light mosaic akin to a certain Buddhist Sect predecessor.
That White Jade Sword which had been floating as if an accessory, was now grasped in her hand.
However, it transford from a refined Magic Sword into a bridge surface.
Zhang Ze accurately described what it had beco, as on a river it was a bridge, and slanted into the ground as the Avenue of Stars.
Compared to this thing, Senior Sister Qiao’s door board seed remarkably normal.
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