One thousand and sixty-six chapters one palm suppression
If you want to fight, fight!
If you want to fight, fight!
Fighting but not fighting, fighting but not fighting, retreating but not retreating, what a shame!
When he was in the land of Jiangdong, Xiang Ji hated those Confucian scholars. He was really annoying when they talked, and when he did things, he was also annoying. He always spoke half-speech.
I always do things in a deep and deep manner, so my anger rises and I directly beat away those Confucian scholars.
Now, the hateful boy in front of me is like this, he is so coquettish, he is really hateful.
Even if you are really not the other person today, as long as you use up your last bit of strength, you can rest assured that you are really not as good as the other person.
But the other party didn't give him a chance to fight, which Xiang Ji couldn't bear no matter what.
"Ziming!"
Feixue was a little anxious. Xiang Ji, a descendant of the Xiang clan, was provoking Tianming. Tianming must not do this. If we don't fight now, everything will be fine.
If the fight continues, Tian Ming will not be willing to lose due to his temperament, but the biggest possibility of defeat is Xiang Ji, which would be an extremely bad ending.
"Ziming?"
"The aura on your body looks like a Confucian person?"
"Confucians practice the gentleman's sword. Xiaolong, get him a short sword!"
Among the hundreds of scholars in Zhuxia, the most obvious ones with this temperament were the Confucian scholars, also known as Ziming. Xiang Ji's face became increasingly unsightly and he took another look.
Without waiting for the other party to respond, he looked directly at Long Qie.
"yes."
Long Qi nodded, returned to the wooden weapon rack not far away, and took out an iron sword that was slightly shorter than a foot.
"You are no match for me."
Xiao Tianming's square-browed face was also full of tangles. Feixueqiao was right, she should not continue to fight with the opponent. No matter he won or lost, it would not end well.
Moreover, as I said just now, it doesn't make much sense.
"Arrogant!"
"If it hadn't been for your weird martial arts just now, how could I have lost to you!"
"Quickly take this sword and fight me. Xiang Ji's words are true to his word. As long as you and I fight to the fullest, no matter we win or lose, Xiang Ji won't take it to heart."
"But, if you lose, you must withdraw your previous words!"
Xiang Ji shouted angrily, his voice clear and clear. The defeat just now was not due to his own lack of strength, but to the opponent's trickery. If the two armies were fighting, how could there be such trickery.
With the power of a tyrannical army, he directly pressed forward and defeated his opponent with dignity and violence.
That is the way of war.
As he spoke, the short spear in his hand once again stirred up several gun flowers, and he held it to face Zi Ming. The fighting spirit was rising all over his body, and his body was not visible, but his power was first revealed.
"What's going on outside?"
"So noisy!"
In front of the entire Chinese army shogunate, as the two young men competed, they fell into a different kind of silence. Only eyes were left to look at each other, looking forward to the final result.
In the shogunate's military tent dozens of feet away, Grand Sima Xiang Yan was whispering spies with Can Jian inside. His spiritual senses were slightly twitching and his brows were slightly wrinkled. His martial arts cultivation level was not high.
Although he has innate skills, after decades of fighting in the north and south, his acumen is unparalleled by ordinary people. Holding a secret letter in his hand, he raised his head and looked at Xiang Liang and Xiang Bo beside him.
"Father, wait a moment!"
Xiang Liang, the youngest, cupped his fists and saluted, then turned around and strode out of the shogunate, looking at Ji'er and Long Qie not far away, and then at the two people following the Broken Sword Knight this time.
Slightly surprised, he waved his hand to summon the guards and asked quickly. After more than ten breaths, Xiang Liang's face was full of surprise, and he didn't pay attention to the verbal quarrel between the two boys.
But when the two of them fought, Ji'er failed to win!
This... was the first time I heard about it. Immediately, I looked at Zi Ming next to Fei Xue Nu. At this moment, the two of them were holding weapons in their hands and seemed to be ready for a good fight.
Shaking his head, he turned around and returned to the shogunate again.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Xiang Liang's figure had just disappeared deep into the shogunate's camp. On the martial arts field, Xiao Tianming, who was facing the challenge, held a short sword and faced each other from a distance. Mysterious skills were running in his body, his wrists were shaking, and the sword flowers were blooming.
"bring it on."
This guy named Xiang Ji is indeed not weak in strength and has natural supernatural power. According to the book he read in the royal family's treasure room, a few years ago, when Marquis Wu Zhen conquered Shushan.
I have received mystical skills specially created for practitioners of innate divine power. It seems that there are techniques based on those mystical skills left in the National Protectorate Academy.
Of course, it is still inferior to the "Thirteen Tai Chi Styles" created by Wu Zhenhou.
Wu Zhenhou!
Xiao Tianming had a vague impression of this person. In the past, he originally wanted to ask his father to let Marquis Wu Zhen teach him martial arts.
After all, Marquis Wu Zhen was the top warrior in the Xia Dynasty, with great military exploits. There were many rumors in Xianyang, but his mother always disagreed. At that time, I felt that maybe there was some grudge between my mother and Marquis Wu Zhen.
At this moment, after reading all the documents, Xiao Tianming felt silent. Could it be that Marquis Wu Zhen really killed his... biological father Jing Ke?
Why did he do that?
"You guy, you're looking for death."
"You dare to be distracted when you fight against me."
Xiang Ji was furious, and was about to step forward with a gun. He used his marksmanship and was about to attack, but he saw that the guy looked quite absent-minded, as if he was thinking about other things.
Is this looking down on yourself?
"You are no match for me."
Xiao Tianming's faint spiritual sense was always outside. Although he accepted the challenge, he was not prepared to defeat the opponent with a strong force. He held a dagger in his hand, drew a circle in the void, and the power of Hunyuan rose and fell.
"hateful!"
Xiang Ji realized that if he really had overwhelming power, he would make the other party look good and teach him a lesson. Since he was not distracted, he would come and taste his own power.
A shot blasted out!
The void around him trembled.
"Um?"
"It's this strange power again!"
But... the unopened spear had just come close to the three-foot area around Zi Ming's body. Out of thin air, a force of resistance came from all directions, directing the force of the spear head to another place.
The Xuan Gong practiced by the other party is really weird!
The previous fight with his fists and feet was like a fist hitting the air or hitting the water.
Now attacking the opponent with a gun is also affected by this strong pulling force.
At that moment, Xiang Ji grasped the short spear tightly with both hands, activated the mysterious power in his body, mobilized all the strength in his body, jumped up in the air, and stabbed down with a strong force, carrying a powerful impact, reaching the center of the hateful guy's eyebrows.
"Keep the center!"
"Go outside!"
When Xiao Tianming saw this, he did not hesitate. He held the long sword in his hand, and a different kind of blue-black mysterious light bloomed on his body. He waved the sword, and Hunyuan Taiji suddenly appeared in the void above his head.
A steady stream of powerful force surged out of his body, and the sword tip directly met the opponent's spear tip.
boom!
The violent power swept across, the void trembled, and under Xiao Tianming's feet, countless cracks burst out in the ground instantly, but the small body remained motionless.
Hunyuan Tai Chi protects the world to the extreme, circulates its strength, and guides that domineering power into the earth, blending the essence of the "Thirteen Styles of Tai Chi" and Mohist swordsmanship.
After a few breaths, the dagger let out a dazzling sword light.
Buzz!
The void trembled again, and Xiang Ji's pressing figure and his short spear were forcefully pushed back.
"Xiang Ji."
"Where did this nasty guy come from!"
Long Qie, who was not far away from the side, saw this, his handsome brows were full of panic, his scattered red hair was floating randomly, and he quickly picked up a short gun.
He bullied himself up and attacked from the side.
"Um?"
Xiao Tianming felt this, turned his hand and hit it directly.
Although the power of this palm is not strong, it cannot be resisted by ordinary people. If the red-haired guy is born with divine power, it is possible to resist it. If not... there is only one ending.
Kick! Kick! Kick!
The power of a palm fell on the short spear in Long Qie's hand, and his strength burst out, repelling Long Qie's attack. He took a few steps back, and faint footprints could be seen on the ground.
"Come again!"
"It's not over yet. If you have the ability, don't use your strange mysterious skills!"
Xiang Ji's little face was flushed red. He had been repulsed just now, and it was because of the force of the opponent's long sword that his vast power was wiped away.
Otherwise, the other party will never be able to bear it.
Looking at the dragon, it was repulsed even though it failed to hit a single blow, looking a little confused.
"If you don't show it, don't show it."
Xiao Tianming snorted softly, raised his hand, and the dagger in his hand stabbed directly into the ground beside him, and it penetrated the ground for more than a foot. The guy from the Xiang clan in front of him was really not polite.
He couldn't see any situation clearly. If this was not the Chu State military camp, Xiao Tianming felt that he had to teach him a lesson today to let him know that his natural supernatural power was not that powerful.
I have been defeated by myself twice, and I still want to challenge myself.
He had no time to pay attention to Feixue Nuxia's whisper, and folded his hands in front of him. The faint mysterious light on his body spread, and then disappeared. He shook hands into a fist, narrowed his bright eyes, and looked at Xiang Ji.