Chapter 738: Figured out the routine, fled in a sorry state

"Well come."

Zhang Wuji's eyes were cold, his muscles knotted, and his stature instantly grew several inches taller. As he swung his fists, waves of sharp and fierce fist wind erupted, colliding violently with the Bodhidharma Fist Seal.

A violent cracking sound echoed throughout the entire Ming Sect.

A massive force surged over. Zhang Wuji let out a muffled groan and was knocked back more than ten meters. He kicked the ground to steady himself, then another wave of fist energy erupted, heading straight for Kucheng.

"030"

Facing Zhang Wuji's fist energy, Kucheng did not dodge or evade. Instead, he reached out to grab it, holding the fist energy in his palm with one hand, then striking out with the other.

At this moment, Zhang Wuji retracted his fist energy, leaped backward, and narrowly dodged Kucheng's attack.

"Eh?"

Kucheng was slightly surprised; if it had been anyone else, they would definitely not have been able to dodge that palm strike.

However, Zhang Wuji's actions also allowed Kucheng to see through his routine.

Zhang Wuji swung his right leg horizontally like a whip, striking Kucheng squarely in the chest.

The move Zhang Wuji used was a whip leg from the Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Solely Dominating Power; this kick was incomparably tyrannical.

Even Kucheng could not help but change his expression slightly. ===== CHAPTER 740 =====