"Victory and defeat are common matters for military strategists. A few wins and losses don't mean anything."
Song Yi put down the teacup and just smiled:
"Besides, what does the agreement between you and me have to do with them? It's just a little bit of luck to add to the fun."
The matter was moved away with a little understatement. Even Yang Ji had to admit that Song Yi's words and demeanor were indeed extraordinary.
It is not without reason that he has been able to suppress Zhao Hua in these years.
"Hmph! I hope you will think the same way when you lose this box of things."
Zhao Hua sneered, clapped his palm and pressed it on a square purple box on the table. Song Yi finally couldn't help but his face changed slightly.
"Zhao Hua, before you say this, you have to win me over!"
"Haha, don't worry. I will fulfill your wish soon."
Zhao Hua laughed.
"snort!"
Song Yi sneered, put his palms on the table, and stood up with a stern look:
"In that case, there is no need to delay. Zhao Hua, please. I hope your practice this year will not disappoint me!"
Song Yi rolled up his sleeves and walked out of the hall with his head held high.
Zhao Hua's face instantly darkened. The people who know you best are often not friends, but enemies. No matter how sanctimonious Song Yi pretends to be, for Zhao Hua, he will always be the opponent he met ten years ago.
"let's go!"
Zhao Hua tossed his sleeves and walked out with a gloomy face.
"Buzz!"
The originally dead-silent hall seemed to have come to life. Disciples from the two factions buzzed and walked out of the hall in hostility to each other.
"call!"
Yang Ji also breathed a long sigh of relief, raised his head and looked ahead: "Whether the 'Ba Xia Tian Fu Fist' can work depends on this time."
It has been more than a month since Yang Ji gave Zhao Hua the "Ba Xia Fu Tian Fist". Yang Ji didn't know how far he had practiced it.
Although Zhao Hua and Song Yi played in this match, for Yang Ji, to some extent, it was also a "war" between him and this master of the Iron Sword Sect.
This is an opportunity to test the results of more than a month of hard work!
In front of the main hall, a large space was vacant. All the disciples stood on the edge. There was enough space in the middle for Song Yi and Zhao Hua.
"Brother Yang, do you think senior brother can beat Song Yi?"
A voice came from his ear, and Zhang Li took this opportunity to stand next to Yang Ji, with a worried look on his face.
"Senior Brother Zhao's strength is definitely not weak."
Yang Ji looked back and whispered. Although Lin Qingyan said that Zhao Hua was insidious and cunning, Zhao Hua's strength and talent were there. This has nothing to do with martial arts.
People in the demonic and evil ways are murderous. There are still many top-level experts who are shocking to the world.
"I have helped Senior Brother Zhao improve his Ba Xia Tian Fu Fist to the extreme. Unless I see the scripture painting, there is no way for me to improve it. As for whether I can win..., I really don't know.
This kind of thing does not depend on your situation alone. I haven't seen Song Yi take action, so I can't judge. However, I think Senior Brother Zhao's winning rate is still quite good."
Yang Ji pondered for a moment and then said.
This sentence has a good chance of winning. It finally brought a lot of smiles to Zhang Li’s face:
"It would be great if Senior Brother Zhao can win. You don't know, we have lost too much in these years. Senior Brother is actually under a lot of pressure. If Senior Brother wins, I'm afraid the elders will give Senior Brother a lot of rewards.
Those of us below will also benefit a lot."
"Elder?"
There was a trace of surprise in Yang Ji's eyes. He only noticed Zhao Hua and Song Yi. He had not thought about the elders of the sect who might be involved behind this battle.
But think about it, this kind of thing is related to the reputation of both sects, so how could the elders in the sect not care or pay attention.
However, Zhang Li didn't pay attention. He let out a laugh and continued to talk to himself.
"You don't know. The talent of the eldest brother and that guy is actually about the same as that of the middle brother. The difference is not that long. In the beginning, they both had their own wins and losses. Even the eldest brother won more. But since the eldest brother lost,
After a few games, it will become increasingly difficult to defeat Song Yi. If the elders of the Iron Sword Sect hadn't intervened, do you think Song Yi would be as strong as he is now?"
Zhang Li looked disdainful.
Yang Ji was surprised. He didn't know what Zhang Li said very clearly.
"boom!"
The ground shook. Song Yi just stepped on it, and the entire square began to tremble. The surrounding air flow surged, and in an instant, the wind turned into the center of a storm.
Yang Ji's heart was suffocated, and he couldn't help but stir up his Dantian, expanding a stream of blood energy to counteract it. Those with poor cultivation were directly oppressed by this powerful aura and retreated continuously.
"Zhao Hua, year after year, you have been fighting with me for more than ten years, always losing but never winning. This kind of competition is so boring. If you still lose this time, we will stop it. It's a boring game for me.
No interest at all. Whether you admit it or not, you are no longer on the same level as me."
The air flow around Song Yi roared, and the sound came out in high and low pitches.
"I'm not afraid of Feng Da's tongue flashing. If you want to say something like this, I'll wait until you win."
Zhao Hua snorted coldly, spread his legs, and his feet suddenly sank. In an instant, a powerful aura expanded and turned into another storm, fighting against Song Yi.
"boom!"
It was too late, but it was too late. Two strong winds flashed past. Song Yi and Zhao Hua jumped into the air and dived fiercely.
Bang bang!
Two majestic rivers of blood roared and collided in the void, and the entire sky was filled with blood. This was the first time that Yang Ji saw Zhao Hua be so serious. When he dealt with him, Zhao Hua didn't even use his true strength.
Boom boom boom!
The two of them didn't use any fast skills, but their speed was faster than that of the Iron Sword Sect disciple who had integrated the "Floating Light Sword Technique", giving people a dazzling feeling.
The sky above the square roared, and violent air currents swept across all directions. On the top of the golden palace, several thick glazed tiles were swept by the strong wind, and they cracked into pieces as if they had been struck by a big whip.
"Zhao Hua is no match!"
At the edge of the square, Yang Ji looked up at the sky and his pupils shrank. The unparalleled blood flow in the sky covered the sky and the sun, but it could be seen that Song Yi's waves of blood were obviously covering up Zhao Hua.
Suppressing the wave of blood that burst out from him.
The first time they made a move, both of them just made a tentative move to gauge the opponent's progress this year. Zhao Hua also did not display the strongest "Ba Xia Fu Tian Fist".
But by suppressing Zhao Hua in the first move, one can imagine Song Yi's strength.
"This Song Yi is too strong."
Yang Ji was secretly heartbroken.
Although Zhao Hua is not a good person, his strength is among the best. Even Lin Qingyan, Luo Yunzi and others are no match for him. But such a person was defeated in front of "Song Yi"!
"A year of hard training is nothing more than this."
Song Yi's robe swayed and fell gently from the air. Zhao Hua was not so relaxed, and there was a footprint under his feet.
"Stop blabbering! You're not necessarily that strong!"
Zhao Hua's expression was obviously not good-looking. He lifted up his robe and stepped out again. Almost at the same time, Song Yi's eyes turned cold and he stepped out at the same time.
"boom!"
Like two giant beasts, blood surged from their bodies, and they collided heavily in the square at a thunderous speed. There was only a click sound, and the wind howled. Under their feet, the bricks and stones were broken one after another, and a huge spider web-shaped crack appeared.
It passed under the feet of the two people and ran through the square.
"ah!"
Amidst the screams, disciples from both factions were swept away by the energy generated by the collision between the two, and were thrown to the ground. They all retreated.
Yang Ji stirred up his Dantian and forced away the violent energy that was attacking him. His eyes widened and he concentrated on it. All the details of the battle between the two were captured in his eyes.
"Strength, consciousness, reaction, combat skills... Song Yi is better than him in all of these."
Yang Ji slowly frowned, secretly worried in his heart.
Zhao Hua and Song Yi are undoubtedly geniuses in martial arts, and both have the reputation of "martial arts scholar". Their strength, consciousness, reaction, and fighting skills are undoubtedly "outstanding", but Song Yi is almost the best in all
He was superior to Zhao Hua in every aspect.
It doesn't matter if it's just one aspect. But when all aspects are like this, even if the gap is just a little bit, it's enough to cause all the backwardness!
What Yang Ji was most worried about happened. Zhao Hua was undoubtedly good, but Song Yi was stronger. Sometimes, it's not just that your strength is enough, it also depends on your opponent!
Song Yi is undoubtedly the worst opponent!
"Whether we can turn defeat into victory depends on the final Baxia Futian Fist."
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
His mind was full of thoughts, and he tried his best to project Song Yi of the Iron Sword Sect in his mind. There is no doubt that this is the most powerful opponent Yang Ji has encountered since he went up the mountain.
Their strength has surpassed that of Lin Qingyan, Luo Yunzi, Zhao Hua and other important "senior sisters" and "senior brothers" of the Iron Crown Sect!
The battle was very "intense" and Zhao Hua and Song Yi knew each other inside out. It was almost impossible for some moves to be effective.
"Humph! Year after year, it's still the same."
Song Yi sneered in his heart. After such a test, he had already tested Zhao Hua's strength. No surprise, this shrinking enemy who had been entangled with him for a long time would probably lose to him again:
"Over the years, it has become increasingly useless."
Frankly speaking, it was not Song Yi's original intention to be compared with Zhao Hua in the sect circles.
Everyone is unique, even if it is Zhao Hua, why should we be put together with him and make arguments?
Song Yi didn't like this argument very much at first, so he didn't have a good feeling towards Zhao Hua. However, he had to admit that the extra color given to the fight between the two from inside and outside the sect really made him enjoy it a lot.
The benefit of less.
However, even if Song Yi liked this kind of benefit, he and Zhao Hua could not continue to be entangled endlessly.
One day, he will leave Zhao Hua behind and embark on his own journey alone.
In Song Yi's view, "this day" is today.
"It's over. Zhao Hua, take the move!"
Zhao Hua stepped heavily on his feet and finally used the secret skill of pressing the bottom of the box. Hearing a roar, the earth shook and the sky shook, and the air within ten steps around Zhao Hua was distorted.
"boom!"
The earth shook and the sky shook. A furry, thick black foot stepped out from the void. In the blink of an eye, behind Zhao Hua appeared a creature more than two feet tall. It was completely black, with its arms reaching up to the sky. It was extremely powerful, and fierce flames surged into the sky. The phantom of the "Ancient Demonic Ape"!
"Roar!--"
The demon ape roared, and its fierce blood eyes turned around, giving people the feeling of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and big waves coming from the sky.
The strong smell of blood is almost suffocating.
"It's actually it!"
Yang Ji's heart was severely shaken, and a picture of an illustrated book flashed in his mind.
The "Ancient Demonic Ape" is a prehistoric alien species at the same time as "Ba Xia". It is famous for its strength. It is said that it can carry mountains on its shoulders and reach the sea far north.
Yang Ji didn't expect that Song Yi's strongest martial arts was actually the kind of monster he imitated.
"Roar!--"
With a roar, black smoke billowed in the square. In an instant, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and the evil spirit was soaring to the sky. Song Yi originally had a noble and upright aura, but when he used the unique skill of this ancient magic ape, he immediately had a wave of magic flames on his body, exuding a terrifying oppression. feel.
"Hahaha, Song Yi, I'm just waiting for your move. Let's do it!"
Zhao Hua was not surprised but overjoyed and laughed.
Just when Song Yi launched the "Devil Ape Shaking World Fist", Zhao Hua's aura changed completely, and he finally used his "Ba Xia Tian Fu Fist". With a roar, a giant "Ba Xia Tian Fist" with a dragon head and a turtle body appeared. "Xia" appeared behind Zhao Hua, exuding a feeling of the boundless earth supporting the sky, ancient and vicissitudes of life.
"Song Yi, now is the time for us to truly show off!"
Zhao Hua's voice was like a bell, resounding throughout the world. Before he finished speaking, Zhao Hua's body jumped up, turned into a rainbow light, and immediately jumped out...