Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty Five: Breaking the Army Boxing, Sima Shaozhen
"clang!"
The chime rings the bell and the game continues.
Twenty-eight contestants, one pair after another, came on stage one after another.
No matter how much strength everyone saved at the beginning, at this moment, there is not much room for retaliation. Those with strong strength must make sure not to make any mistakes, while those with less strength must try their best.
The battle is very fierce!
After more than half a month, the martial arts examination has reached its most exciting moment. For everyone in the hall, these battles are exciting one after another.
For them, it is a great inspiration.
This is a direction that points out the path of martial arts for all candidates and the differences between them!
This is also one of the purposes of holding the martial arts examination.
"No. 28 Sima Shaozhen, No. 46 Wu Long!"
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Following the voice of the martial arts examiner, a young man wearing military green clothes, a straight waist, and military boots slowly walked onto the ring with a smile on his face.
His expression is confident and calm, with a kind of tolerant generosity that makes people unable to help but be in awe and deeply impressed by his demeanor.
At this age, this kind of magnanimity and grace are unmatched by others of the same age. Even those highly cultivated children from aristocratic families can't help but feel a head shorter in front of this young man.
When he stepped onto the ring, the crowd suddenly became silent, as if the examiner from Imperial Palace had stepped onto the ring.
In the eyes of the elite soldiers around him, Yang Ji could clearly see a kind of respect that he had never seen before.
"It turns out he is Sima Shaozhen."
Yang Ji looked at the ring, thoughts running through his mind.
Yang Ji was not familiar with him, but he remembered the smell of him. The white-haired old man who gave himself ten thousand pounds of copper as compensation smelled exactly like him.
"It turns out that this is his master."
Yang Ji murmured in his heart.
His heart was full of emotions, and it was at this moment that he suddenly understood something that he had not understood before. On the way to Taiyuanzhou, Yang Ji was once attacked by a giant eagle sent by the white-haired old man. A huge stone fell from the sky and hit him.
The carriage was smashed to pieces.
Yang Ji always thought that the other party wanted to eliminate as many opponents as possible before the martial arts examination, clearing the way for his master and reducing pressure.
But this time Yang Ji suddenly understood.
The white-haired old man indeed wanted to clear the way for his master, but not in the way of clearing out the candidates for the martial arts examination. His purpose was not to kill those candidates, but to throw stones to ask for directions. He used giant eagles and meteorites to test the candidates.
The real strong ones detect them in advance.
This is a way for a force from outside Taiyuan Continent to test the situation of the opponents it faces in unfamiliar soil.
Using this method, they tested themselves, the evil prince, and the strength of each county...
At the cost of human life!
Slaves always support slavery more than slave owners, because only in this way can they prove their loyalty. Yang Ji didn't know whether this was the idea of the old housekeepers or Sima Shaozhen, but it didn't matter at this time.
"boom!"
On the other side, Sima Shaozhen's opponent also stepped onto the ring. This is the leader of Wu Xiucai from Feimo County. Being able to enter the final list of twenty-eight people shows his strength.
But the examinee named Wu Long clearly had fear in his eyes.
Those who have reached the Wuzong realm are all strong-willed people, but not all of them are like Yang Ji, alone, without worries, and without any encumbrances. They dare to regard behemoths like the military family as nothing.
When warriors pass the imperial examination and become officials, no matter what general they are awarded, they will eventually have to go to the frontier. If you offend these military behemoths, you can only imagine the future.
But Wu Long's eyes seemed to be worried about more than just this.
"I didn't expect you also knew about the Blood Scythe!"
Sima Shaozhen looked at his opponent and suddenly laughed, as if he knew what the opponent was worried about. There were many people who knew the name Blood Scythe, but few people really knew what it was and what its use was.
And few.
Obviously, this Wu Long knew the details.
It is not easy to do this. Therefore, Sima Shaozhen not only did not look down upon this opponent who looked a little scared and retreated, but could not help but take a high look at him.
This guy is not simple!
"But don't worry, I won't use the Blood Scythe in this round!"
Sima Shaozhen smiled and took the initiative to dispel the other party's doubts.
As soon as Sima Shaozhen said these words, the temperament of the opponent in front of him immediately changed. He lost a lot of fear, but gained a lot of courage to give it a try.
"Sir, I have no intention of offending the Sima family. But fate and career are intertwined, so I have to give it a try. I can only offend you."
Wu Long raised his hands and said.
"Haha. You must have some relatives serving in the northwest military. Otherwise, it is impossible for you to know this. Don't worry. The martial arts examination is held by the imperial court, and what matters is fairness. No matter what the result is, I will not
Blaming you will also bring anger to your relatives in the military."
Sima Shaozhen smiled.
"Thank you, sir."
Wu Long bowed his hands and let out a long sigh of relief. This time he was truly relieved. After receiving Master Sima's promise and not burdening his clan brothers, Wu Long finally felt relieved.
"excuse me!"
When the sound of the bell rang, Wu Long apologized and took the initiative to attack. With a boom, the blood energy exploded, rolling and filling the arena.
Wu Long flickered, instantly passing through the layers of space, heading straight for Sima Shaozhen. At the same time, he punched out with his right hand. The majestic blood surged out, black smoke billowed, and in an instant, it turned into five grotesque shapes.
, a lifelike huge beast.
When these five ferocious beasts appeared, they quickly solidified their essence, and even reflected the luster of metal on their surface. They did not look like creations of flesh and blood, but more like heavy steel.
And it’s steel with life!
"Roar!"
The strong wind roared, and the ferocious beasts roared ferociously, scrambling to be the first, and rushed towards Sima Shaozhen.
With the help of these five ferocious beasts, Wu Long's momentum skyrocketed, reaching an astonishing level, not inferior to Bai Zongdao.
"Dark Iron Blood Magical Artifact!"
A flash of light flashed in Yang Ji's mind, and he immediately recognized it. Across the layers of space, he could clearly see that Wu Long was wearing five dark rings on each of the five fingers of his right hand. On the rings, five animals similar to dragons, tigers, lions, and leopards appeared.
The head is exactly the same as the animal shape transformed by Wu Long's blood energy.
Ring-shaped black iron-blood magic weapons are generally not very powerful, but Wu Long wore five rings on his fingers. It seemed that it was not as simple as five ring-shaped magic weapons.
These five rings are interrelated and integrated into each other, somewhat similar to the legendary "Bingti magic weapon".
Yang Ji rarely encounters this kind of magic weapon. Five magic weapons are combined into one set. In the absence of the bronze blood magic weapon, this is almost the most powerful and the best magic weapon that can be obtained.
It is conceivable that Wu Long's skill has improved with the help of this set of black iron and blood magic weapons.
"Roar!"
In front of him, five grotesque evil beasts roared towards him, carrying majestic blood energy, as if they were going to submerge the place. Sima Shaozhen couldn't help but laugh.
"Not bad! If you hadn't met me, you would have advanced!"
Saying this, Sima Shaozhen slowly raised his right fist as if he was carrying a thousand kilogram weight. Facing Wu Long's all-out attack, Sima Shaozhen did not use any earth-shattering skills. He just used the fist to lift.
A set of "Broken Army Fist" was developed among the army.
"Boom!"
Without the slightest warning, the wind suddenly roared and the air pressure rose sharply. Within the rainbow light of the barrier, all the air was instantly stirred, emitting bursts of ear-piercing screams.
Then the air flow stopped, and under the influence of an invisible force, all the air in the rainbow light suddenly became as heavy as lead and mercury.
"Boom!"
There was an earth-shaking loud noise, and as Sima Shaozhen raised his right fist, the lead-like mercury-like air in the rainbow light of the barrier suddenly turned into Sima Shaozhen's weapon. With the pull of his right fist, it turned into
A thick pillar of air rushed out.
Boom, there was a shrill scream, Wu Longru was hit hard, his blood was shattered, his whole body was thrown off the ground, and he hit the rainbow light of the barrier hard.
The surface of his body was shattered and bleeding, just like the ground that collapsed and cracked after being hit by a meteorite.
The majestic seventh level Wuzong could not block Sima Shaozhen's punch!
Youda's martial arts hall was quiet, with pairs of eyes looking at the ring, mouths open in shock, and everyone was silent.
In the first round of the knockout group stage, Sima Shaozhen finally showed his outstanding side. Without using magic weapons, Sima Shaozhen showed his huge strength in front of everyone as a candidate for the "Heaven Ranking" and competed for the first place.
The strength of Mingwu Jieyuan!
Sons of military aristocratic families have never relied on magic weapons to survive. Only strong strength is the way to survive on the battlefield.
Sima Shaozhen used an extremely brutal and eye-catching way to show off the powerful power of the "military family" to those who were not familiar with it!
"What a punch!"
Yang Ji looked at Sima Shaozhen on the ring and frowned slightly.
Sima Shaozhen's punch was incredibly powerful, not only defeating the top "Bingdi Black Iron Blood Magical Artifact" in Wu Long's hand, but also defeating his resistance in one fell swoop, and even his martial arts body was severely damaged.
However, for Yang Ji and others who have extremely good vision and knowledge, they can see at a glance that this is not how powerful "Pojun Fist" itself is. In fact, Pojun Fist is ordinary.
The real reason for Wu Long's defeat was Sima Shaozhen. "Pojunquan" was just a shell, his blood was too heavy!
Looking at this martial arts examination, Sima Shaozhen's spirit is definitely unrivaled in the field, and even Zhang Pu may not be able to compare with him.
"I heard that in the border areas, fighting on the battlefield is completely different from fighting in the rivers and lakes. Such a heavy blood is probably a trait developed by a military family who fought bloody battles."
Yang Ji lowered his head and thought, feeling a little thoughtful in his heart. (~^~)