Xu Zimo is generally optimistic about people who create their own martial arts or exercises.
Because what the world needs is fresh blood.
What is needed is strong people who will find their own way.
Rather than always practicing what the older generation left behind.
If everyone is like this, then how can all flowers bloom in practice?
So when Xu Zimo heard the words "A hundred soldiers reach the sky", he naturally wanted to take a look.
………
Po Jun's eyes were slightly closed.
The powerful force around him is constantly pouring on himself.
He has tempered his body for countless years and tempered it into countless weapons. At this moment, there was a dim light surging from them.
"This guy is crazy. He has condensed all the soul of his weapon."
"He will die if he does this. These geniuses are all crazy."
The audience below didn't understand and started talking about it.
This spirit is the essence of the weapon.
It can be said that without the soul, a weapon is like scrap metal.
It just rotted and shattered.
And you must know that Po Jun is a weapon in itself.
In doing so, he was risking his life.
"No wonder you said this move is imperfect," Xu Zimo said in a low voice.
"I'm afraid you haven't found anything that can replace the soul."
Because if you use this move once, it will be fatal.
So Po Jun has never used it in front of others.
When all the souls were condensed, Po Jun looked like a dying old man at this moment.
He aged a hundred years in an instant.
His broken body was still there, and it was already somewhat difficult to move.
Black hair turns into white hair.
But there was no panic on his face, only a slight smile, only relief.
Because above his head, countless spirits condensed into the shape of a gun.
"I like Qiang very much, the leader of a hundred soldiers."
Po Jun struggled to stand up.
He smiled and said: "Today, I will live and die with the gun."
He held a gun in his right hand, and at this moment, Po Jun's figure gradually became blurry.
The spear moved and poked directly at Xu Zimo.
The tip of the spear glowed with endless sharpness.
The void shattered, and roaring sounds continued.
Po Jun's figure also dissipated little by little as the gun moved rapidly.
Until finally, it completely disappeared.
Between heaven and earth, there is only one shot.
At this moment, Xu Zimo put away Ba Ying. He no longer defended, but wanted to test the gun with his own body.
Try its power.
This broken army used up all his life to strike, a brilliant strike.
There was a "boom" sound.
In the eyes of all the viewers, the spear passed through Xu Zimo's heart, and then his soul disappeared bit by bit between heaven and earth.
Xu Zimo's figure stagnated in place.
"This man is looking for death."
“I am too arrogant, thinking that because I am strong, I can ignore others.
He didn't even defend himself at all, so he deserved to die."
Almost no one thought highly of Xu Zimo.
Even Xiao Anshan frowned slightly.
He didn't understand why Xu Zimo did this.
At the same time, he secretly wondered if he could withstand the shot if he was put on the ring without defense.
The final result could only make Xiao Anshan shake his head.
he can not.
Therefore, he stared at Xu Zimo motionlessly.
I want to see if the other person is really capable or just arrogant.
"It'll be okay," Shangguanxian grabbed Liu Huohuo's palm and comforted him.
Zhang Hengzhi also stared wide-eyed.
…………
When that shot disappeared between heaven and earth.
Xu Zimo's chest also bloomed like a rose, with blood seeping out.
Xu Zimo closed his eyes slightly and fell directly on the ring.
There was a "bang" sound.
The surroundings fell silent again.
"Are these two people dead?"
"Then what's the verdict? A draw?"
"If this is the case, doesn't it mean that the final battle will be between Shangguanxian and Xiao Anshan.
Then there will be no suspense in the game."
Everyone was talking a lot, just as the referee was preparing to pronounce the verdict.
Suddenly a cough sounded on the ring.
Xu Zimo yawned and slowly stood up.
"Oh my god, this person is not dead yet.
The spirit spear penetrated the heart and shattered the soul, how could he not die?"
"Everyone, I disappoint you," Xu Zimo smiled.
He thought to himself: "Fortunately, I just opened the eternal life gate of the Three Lives Gate."
This shot is really strong.
The tens of thousands of troops that Po Jun has gathered together for hundreds of years are truly extraordinary.
It's a pity that the level of the two people is very different.
Xu Zimo has become a saint.
But Pojun cannot reach the realm of the Great Emperor.
It would be more fun if the two of them were at the same level.
To be continued...