Making Great Fortune Overnight

Zhan Wuya threw his head back and let out a long laugh. This laugh was so loud that it shook even the frozen Yellow River.    

"Qin Lang, this Arctic Frost Qi was taken from the ancient cold from ten thousand years ago. How is it? How does it feel compared to your Thousand Year Descending Dragon Crescent Blade?"    

While Zhan Wuya was laughing, he did not relax his hands at all. He changed his hands into the shape of claws again. Countless white lines visible to the naked eye shot out again, turning into an inescapable net. It wrapped around the tiny black dot in the ice, and even the huge dragon-shaped ice sculpture was pierced through by the sharp lines. This time, Qin Lang wanted to see if he could live.    

This Beichen Qi was the essence of Zhan Wuya's life. It was enough to make him proud of the world. After thousands of generations, there would still be people who would reminisce about the brilliant martial arts of the wise sages...    

And Qin Lang seemed to have become Zhan Wuya's spoils of war, falling in the Yellow River Valley.    

A few beautiful women on the cliff stood up together, and their tears fell like rain. Qin Zhu, who was wearing her clothes, was about to jump down to the edge of the valley. She knew that for a martial grandmaster like Zhan Wuya, she might not even be able to touch a hair of his. However, this was an attitude. She wanted to bite Zhan Wuya hard. Then, she would die for him!    

"Ai, Zhan Wuya is too strong... He's the only one in history..." Someone in the crowd sighed.    

"He has used his true qi to such an extent, just like a god. After this battle, I think it's better for us to return home and start farming. " A long-bearded Martial Venerable who had yet to wake up from the intense battle exclaimed.    

A few Japanese martial artists solemnly knelt on the ground and uttered generous words. Clearly, they were expressing great respect for Qin Lang's martyrdom.    

Everyone was dazzled and fascinated by what they saw just now. Almost no one did not prostrate themselves in their hearts. As the saying went, one could die on hearing the news in the morning. In the past, there had been a lot of disturbance. Now, in front of the two martial grandmasters, it was like a monkey watching the sky from the bottom of a well.    

When two tigers fought, there would always be one death. In fact, everyone present had long predicted that Qin Lang would undoubtedly lose. That was something that was almost unavoidable.    

The mountains and rivers were filled with sorrow. Every one of them said something famous throughout the ages.    

"When the wind blows, the water will turn cold. When a warrior is gone, he will never return!"    

"Ai, although Qin Lang was defeated today, his heroic bearing will be passed down to the future generations. He will worship and worship those who come later. He is just like an ancient hero. Even though he died, he will still be proud..."    

Everyone nodded their heads in agreement. Among them, there were quite a number of warriors who thought, If I can fight someone like Qin Lang and Zhan Wuya who has an extremely high level of martial arts, even if I die, it will be a kind of supreme glory.    

On the contrary, people felt a kind of inexplicable envy towards Qin Lang...    

Hualala, hualala!    

At this moment, the sound of mountains and rivers shattering could be heard. Qin Zhu pulled her foot back towards the river valley, and it was as if her eyes were about to pop out. Following a deafening sound, the ice layer that covered the entire river began to crack.    

"Is... is this still human?" A very high level martial artist at the scene pointed his trembling finger at the Hukou waterfall.    

Boom!    

Zhan Wuya's face revealed a surprised expression. The river was like a ferocious beast of the heavens, suddenly whistling away. A person flew straight up from the river and stepped on the dragon-shaped ice sculpture. The yellow dragon suddenly shook its head and tail. It condensed into a huge water vapor and that person jumped on the dragon. The saber qi in his hand swept out, and with a 'Ci' sound, the yellow river was slashed by the saber light. The glacier exploded, revealing the river water below, and even the Yellow River's Yellow River, which was filled with yellow mud, at the bottom of the river!    

The development of the situation exceeded everyone's imagination. Even the Hollywood director could not imagine such an exciting scene happening in real life.    

The Hukou waterfall was swept by the blade light and immediately returned to its boisterous spirit. However, Zhan Wuya remained calm and composed. His hands quickly wrapped around it, attempting to once again trap Qin Lang and the swimming dragon below him in the Frozen Lock.    

Facing the inescapable net that blotted out the sky and covered the earth, Qin Lang's eyes lit up.    

I have only learned half of the moves of my ancestral grandmother and I don't have much time left. If I were to learn more, how could I let you be so arrogant?    

"But, even half of the moves are enough to deal with you! You have an ultimate move, but does this noble one not? "    

Qin Lang clenched his fists, and a long blade suddenly appeared in his hand. It was as if he was looking at a god in the sky. Then, the dragon below him suddenly let out a long roar. It opened its mouth and absorbed all of Zhan Wuya's extreme northern cold Qi, turning it into hundreds of arrows. The arrows shot out.    

"How could this be?!" Zhan Wuya's expression finally changed drastically!    

Only Zhan Wuya could use the Beichen Qi freely. How could Qin Lang tame this extreme north cold in an instant?    

However, he did not know that Qin Lang was actually just borrowing an arrow from a boat. It was like a punch on a wall, and the fist would also receive a corresponding rebound. That was all.    

However, Zhan Wuya was shocked by this, and his Qi started to move. His Qi became weaker. The blade light in Qin Lang's hand on the dragon's back also swept over tens of thousands of blades. Zhan Wuya waved his sleeves repeatedly. He scattered the transparent water arrows, but the water arrows were as hard as steel. There was a wave of clanging sounds, and he intended to dodge the incoming blade light. A water arrow shot into Zhan Wuya's calf and directly connected!    

Zhan Wuya's legs went soft. The net that he had just weaved was instantly cut into pieces by the blade light. It seemed like it could no longer be formed into a net.    

"Zhan Wuya, do you have any other skills?" Qin Lang controlled the water dragon and made a beautiful somersault in the air, attracting the attention of everyone present. Everyone was thinking, "If I can master any of Qin Lang's martial arts, do I still need to work hard in this life?"    

Zhan Wuya sneered and was about to answer when the huge dragon spat out. This time, the Beichen Qi in his stomach was like an inescapable net. Countless arrows turned into a yellow long sword. At this moment, the sun was shining brightly in the sky. The huge sword was shining brightly. It swept across the entire Yellow River Valley!    

"Kill!"    

Qin Lang waved his finger, and the ancient and dazzling long sword was swung fiercely!    

Zhan Wuya's expression was incomparably solemn as he pushed both of his palms upwards, as if he wanted to rely on his hands to avoid the sharp edge of the long sword. He used all the strength in his body, and his sleeves swelled. His white hair stood on end, as if he was lifting a giant object that couldn't bear the pressure.    

That day when Zhan Wuya raised the cauldron, his face was not red and he was not gasping for air. It was as if nothing had happened. But now, his face was red, and his feet were shaking. Even though he had used the Beichen technique to the extreme... That long sword was like a swimming dragon. Boom! Boom! Boom! He split into two and transformed into countless sharp arrows that whistled through the air.    

Puff!    

Zhan Wuya's last breath of true qi was exhausted, and his strength was exhausted. His body, which was originally protected by true qi, had completely turned into a physical body. But even so, Zhan Wuya still stepped on the surface of the water and cut off the hundreds of water arrows that were flashing with chaotic light.    

"Qin Lang, do you think I have an undeserved reputation?" Zhan Wuya shouted.    

"I have been cultivating in the bitter cold of the extreme north for dozens of years. I do not have any ability to adapt to the situation. Without powerful skills, how can I live until today?"