Wu Hua Shan Ting

One day, in the Valley of the Dead, a section of wax people burned in vain. There was a falling mountain not far away. The path on the hillside was fragrant and dotted with golden light. Suddenly three figures ran out of the forest, each entangled with each other and jumping as fast as flying. One of them punched as dull as thunder, and the dragon roared loudly when he struck, facing the attack, the other two retreated, and when the remaining power of the long fist dissipated, their big hands were bent into sword fingers, and the fingertips glowed with sharp silver light, and they stabbed each other! The offensive continued to increase, and the two sword fingers were replaced by two Lingxiao swords, which fired fiercely. Before they could get close to the person, a golden light palm print fell first, smashing the two swords into pieces. Then, a figure staggered, and unknowingly rushed in front of the remaining two people, raising his hand and raining fists. The other two figures turned into Thousand-Handed Buddhas, spreading their palms, grabbing with their palms, hitting hard one after another, launching hundreds of attacks in an instant, facing hard resistance, and receiving the punch marks one by one. Suddenly, another figure changed again, turned to the left side of the two people, pushed with a big fist, and with a loud thunder, defeated the two people's formation with one punch. The remaining two people saw that the situation was not good and were about to retreat. Suddenly a fleshy palm stretched out from behind, and spring thunder burst out from the palm. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.