The man spat on the ground without holding a weapon. He clenched his fists and hammered each other, making a banging sound. He looked at Ming Zhiyuan with a pair of bull's eyes, and Jie Jie laughed sinisterly.
"Boy, take your life."
I saw his strong body rushing forward, a pair of fists separated from the left and right, and struck towards the temples on both sides of Ming Zhiyuan's head.
Ming Zhiyuan took half a step back, and the long knife swept across. The wind roared, and the shadow of the knife slashed at the lightning-fast fist. The man's fists turned around halfway and hit Ming Zhiyuan's chest again.
Ming Zhiyuan's long knife was raised again and struck at the man's fists. The strong man quickly retracted his fists, then turned his fists into palms and struck Ming Zhiyuan's abdomen.
The long knife did not stop, and then swung down again. The man took a step back and snorted coldly. He didn't see how his feet exerted force. He saw the strong man's body suddenly leaping into the air, kicking Mingming with both feet.
Zhiyuan's head.
Ming Zhiyuan danced the long knife into a circle of swords and guarded it above his head. The man actually found the back of the long knife in the shadow of the knife. His feet were a little on the back of the knife. Such a strong man turned out to be like a huge butterfly.
Normally, he turned around lightly in the air, landed behind Ming Zhiyuan, and kicked his legs towards Ming Zhiyuan's back again.
Ming Zhiyuan put away his sword and rushed forward. For a moment, it was as if there were eyes behind his back. As he rushed forward, he returned with another horizontal slash, neutralizing the man's kicks.
He quickly stood still and held the long knife across his chest again. Ming Zhiyuan showed a trace of disdain in his words, "Is this the Martial Lord of Qingji Continent?"
Hearing this, the big man's face turned as red as blood, and he cursed angrily: "Ignorant boy, how dare you speak such arrogant words."
He jumped up again, clenching his fists with a crackling sound, punching Ming Zhiyuan in the face and chest.
Ming Zhiyuan turned sideways, opened and closed his long sword widely, and slashed down from top to bottom. The strong man retracted his fists, his whole body was sideways in the air, and at the same time a pair of big feet kicked him down at the waist.
Ming Zhiyuan flashed his body to the other side again, and the long knife made a semicircle in the air, slashing towards the big feet. The man put one hand on the ground, his strong body suddenly stood upright, and punched Ming Zhiyuan in the waist and ribs.
By this time, Ming Zhiyuan was almost exhausted. He rolled around on the ground holding the long knife. Before he could stand up, the man stepped down on his head with both feet.
Ming Zhiyuan continued to roll outward, and the long knife made a circle against his head. The man shook his body strangely in the air, and fell towards the front of Ming Zhiyuan's head.
Ming Zhiyuan finally stood up with the knife in hand, still holding the long knife across his chest and not taking the initiative to attack.
With these lightning-like moves, he suddenly found the feeling of integration between man and sword, mind and body.
At this time, although he was still gesturing towards the strong man, everyone could see that his aura at this time was very different from the beginning.
Li Kuzhu's eyes became a little playful, "Does this little guy still want to be promoted in battle? Haha, it's really interesting."
The Master of Qingyun Palace on the side was livid, and his anger was rising. A martial master in his palace took action, and after fighting for so long, he still couldn't win against a middle-level warrior of Jiuyan Continent's Martial Emperor, which made him feel a little embarrassed.
On the side of Jiuyan Continent, Yu Yizhi stood at the front, fully on guard, looking at Ming Zhiyuan's figure in the field. Yan Guan and other family heads also looked at him with sweat on their faces.
Ming Zhiyuan was so bold that all the Nine Flame warriors could not believe it. With the strength of the Martial Emperor Realm, he clamored to challenge the Martial Master Realm?
Yu Yizhi lowered his voice angrily and asked Yan Guandao: "Why didn't you stop him?"
"Can I stop him? Why don't you stop him?"
Yan Guan also said with an unhappy expression.
Duan Mulei and Wu Shipu also walked up to them.
Wu Shipu gritted his teeth and said: "The arrangements for Warcraft are almost complete. Someone needs to go and bring Zhiyuan Danzun back. Otherwise, with his Martial Emperor strength, that man will be too close to him. I'm afraid he won't be able to escape."
Yu Yizhi gasped and said, "I'm going to pick him up, right now?"
"Wait a moment..." Before the head of the Duanmu family could finish his words, he saw Yu Yizhi suddenly turning his head and glaring at him.
Duanmulei was also a little surprised. Is this the old patriarch angry and has nowhere to vent his anger?
Seeing that the Duanmu family leader had hesitated for a moment, Yu Yizhi understood that he was indeed too impatient. He finally breathed out a sigh of relief and said worriedly: "To be honest with the three family members, my old man has never been able to reach the peak of Martial Lord.
, as you all know, I am almost ninety years old.
My energy and blood have long since dried up, and it would be a miracle if my realm did not fall. If it weren't for Master Zhiyuan's elixir assistance, I'm afraid that not only would I not be able to advance to the peak realm, but it would be normal for me to fall to the Martial Emperor realm.
There are so many Martial Lords in our Jiuyan Continent, and many of them have been in the intermediate level for more than ten or even twenty years. Which one can advance to the peak level?
If you can't advance to the peak realm of Martial Lord, and you can't cultivate to perfection, how can you talk about enlightenment?
If there were no Zhiyuan Alchemy Master, the Martial Lord in this world would be just delusional in wanting to attain enlightenment. How did the former Qing Emperor die during the last war between the two continents?
The pill that Qingji Wu Zun, who was about to achieve enlightenment, took was just a pill that Master Zhiyuan refined to temporarily increase his strength when he was in the Alchemy Emperor Realm. He is now an Alchemy Master. If he refines it,
Where are the elixirs to prepare to assist in enlightenment?"
When Yu Yizhi said this, he remained silent, and the others were extremely shocked.
Yes, the elixirs at the Alchemy Emperor level almost allow people to achieve enlightenment. What if they are the elixirs at the Alchemy Emperor level?
In fact, they all understand these truths. When they first heard that Yu Yizhi was promoted to the peak level of Martial Lord, which Martial Lord didn't think clearly in his heart from beginning to end?
The crackling sound of fist wind was heard again in the field in front. Ming Zhiyuan's body flashed very fast, hiding for more than ten steps towards Jiuyan Continent, and the long knife once again slashed towards the ankle kicked by the strong man.
The strong man stood upside down in the air with his feet in the air, slapped Ming Zhiyuan on the top of his head with one palm, and slapped the side of his head with the other.
Ming Zhiyuan raised his long sword high, making a cut in the air, and the shadow of the sword fell towards the huge palms.
At the same time, the body squatted slightly and jumped backwards with both feet.
The man closed his palms and fell to the ground, shouting continuously. His fists were as fast as the wind and hammered down on Ming Zhiyuan's chest. Ming Zhiyuan swung his knife left and right and kept blocking, unable to find any space for counterattack.
Seeing that the strong man couldn't stop moving forward, Ming Zhiyuan kept retreating, and the sound of wind and thunder began to roar in the shadow of the knife.
Those with weaker martial arts skills could only see the shadow of Ming Zhiyuan's fists in front of him, as if thousands of fists were struck down, and Ming Zhiyuan's long sword was also swung into circles in front of him.
After taking a few steps back, Ming Zhiyuan's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly widened. He saw a gap in the dense fist shadows, and the long knife slashed into the gap without hesitation.
Just hearing a clang, the knife was knocked away by the strong man's fist, and then the speed of the fist became even faster.
Ming Zhiyuan intuitively felt that the scope of the shadow brought out by the fists was getting wider and wider, and each fist shadow was attacking his whole body.
He continued to take two steps back, and knocked the long knife away from the thousands of fists. There was a clang, and the long knife was knocked away by the fist again.
Ming Zhiyuan was not discouraged and continued to protect his body with his long knife, blocking the fist shadows that were coming from the sky.