If at the beginning, Ming Zhiyuan still wanted to lure the strong man to his side of the battlefield, then now, Ming Zhiyuan has entered a mysterious martial arts realm, and his whole mind has no distractions.
In his eyes, all he could see in his heart was the fist of the strong man swinging into thousands of fist shadows.
These fists were extremely fast and were struck from the front. In Ming Zhiyuan's eyes, they struck various parts of his body from all directions as fast as lightning.
At the beginning, he could hardly distinguish the strong man's fist and its shadow, so he could only keep waving the long knife into a circle of light to protect himself.
Slowly, as his concentration became more and more concentrated, he put aside all external influences, and even forgot his idea of leading the strong man to the Nine Flames Formation.
He began to be able to see a slight gap between his fists. Although the strong man used his fists to knock away the back of his fallen knife twice, this gave Ming Zhiyuan great confidence, because it showed that he saw
The gaps in the fist shadow are real and are not a visual error caused by the dense fist shadow.
In a fight with warriors of the same realm, no one can break through the strong man's set of boxing techniques.
Today, he found an opening for a Martial Emperor Realm twice in a row. This made him secretly frightened. He no longer cared about sparing his strength, so he had to send all the spiritual energy in his Dantian into his arms, and waved his fists even more densely.
Breathable.
Seeing the shadow of the fist coming like a tornado, the sand and rocks on the ground around him were picked up by the wind of the fist, swirling, and constantly flying away in all directions.
Ming Zhiyuan stepped back unhurriedly, and the long knife was swung rapidly in the air, making a crackling sound. Because the blade was rotating rapidly in the air, it actually began to glow with a red glow.
Ming Zhiyuan's eyes were fixed on the strong man's fist, which was almost like a disc.
The breath in his inner elixir gathered like a river and rushed into his arms. The muscles on his arms were visibly knotted like little mice running up and down his arms.
Suddenly, he shouted loudly and slashed diagonally downward with his knife. This time, there was no clang sound, only two slight puffs.
The strong man pounced forward. Ming Zhiyuan ducked and took two steps back. He saw the strong man falling to the ground, his body twitching. On his forward arms, two palms were broken at the wrist, and the blood in the broken wrists was like water.
Laser.
At this time, the miserable howl of the strong man could be heard. He was so strong that his howl was deafening. The whole battlefield was filled with his howl. The sound spread out and even echoed in the distant mountains.
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Ming Zhiyuan continued to take a few steps back while holding the long sword. Yu Yi Zhi flew forward and caught him. Then he looked at the Qingji warrior opposite and shouted: "In this battle, Jiuyan Continent will win."
On the Qingji Continent, everyone was dumbfounded. After a long time, Lord Li looked angrily and said to Lord Qingyun: "If you don't bring him back yet, tell him to shut up. It's common for warriors to get injured when they fight. He's still howling."
What?"
Lord Qingyun's eyes turned red with anger, and he waved his hand back. Two warriors ran into the field. One of them punched the strong man on the head, beating him to death. Then the two of them beat the strong man to death.
Han carried it back.
Seeing the old man on the opposite side bringing the young Emperor Wu back to the formation, Lord Li Ku shouted again in a cold voice: "In the next game, the warriors from Lingwu Ku will come and learn this young hero's brilliant moves."
Yu Yizhi supported Ming Zhiyuan as he walked towards his own formation, and said, "Do you want to fight in a wheel battle? He is only at the level of the Martial Emperor. Do you still want two Martial Lords to fight him in a wheel battle?"
Master Li's face turned green and he was about to say something, but he saw the Nine Flame warriors on the opposite side retreating towards the entrance of the passage like a tide. It was like there was something terrifying in the entrance of the passage. He opened his mouth wide and swallowed up those Nine Flames in one breath.
It's like everyone sucked it in.
"No, those Jiuyan people are trying to escape, use crossbows and shoot."
"Hurry up and chase."
"Don't let them get away."
"Chasing..."
The warriors of Qingji Continent roared angrily, and the arrows that had been installed on more than a dozen crossbows were shot out from the arrow slots, like a dozen thick bolts of lightning, towards those who had not completely retreated into the passage.
The Nine Flame Warrior shoots it away.
One of Ming Zhiyuan's arms was caught in Yu Yizhi's hand. Yu Yizhi almost lifted him up and ran into the passage at high speed. The buzz of crossbow shooting sounded behind him, and then there were more than a dozen screams.
Puffs of blood were splashed on their bodies.
Anyone who was hit by an arrow would have their body pierced by the huge arrow, and then the high-speed rotating iron arrow feathers would split their body into pieces, and their limbs would fly away.
When the Jiu Yan warriors who were desperately running around saw this situation, they were all horrified and pushed harder with their feet. Some even couldn't wait for the people in front of them, so they jumped up and ran forward.
The warriors from the Qingji Continent have already chased after them. In order not to accidentally shoot at the Qingji warriors, the crossbowmen cannot look for the Nine Flames warriors in the crowd. These people who leap up are more likely to be caught by crossbows. Some people
He was hit by arrows while he was in the air, blood scattered from the air, and his limbs and internal organs were torn apart and fell from the sky.
In the passage, the lazy cat flapped its wings and rushed towards Ming Zhiyuan. From a distance, Yu Yizhi threw him onto the lazy cat's back. Ming Zhiyuan pulled him on the lazy cat's back with a backhand.
The lazy cat flapped its wings vigorously, and its huge body flew up, flying higher and higher. From the cliffs on both sides, it grabbed two large rocks and threw them towards the passage on the Qingji continent, regardless of whether they hit any of its own people.
When the warriors from Qingji Continent rushed into the passage, the monsters parked on the cliffs on both sides kept grabbing the rocks on the cliffs, and the big rocks kept rolling down, blocking the entrance.
If you want to transport the bed crossbow into the passage, you must first move away the big rocks at the entrance of the passage.
The Qingji warriors were not affected at all. The falling rocks only blocked the entrance for a short distance. They jumped and ran over the falling rocks and continued to chase the Nine Flames warriors.
After the lazy cat flew forward for a certain distance, Ming Zhiyuan looked behind him and saw only the Qingji warrior pursuing him. He knew that the bed crossbow was blocked at the entrance of the passage.
Let the lazy cat hover in the air for a while. Some of the Nine Flame warriors below were riding land-based monsters, and some were also sitting on flying monsters.
Yan Guan, Wu Shipu, and Duan Mulei each rode a magic eagle and hovered beside him. Seeing that the Nine Flame Warrior below had already run ahead, Lazy Mao landed down together with the three magic eagles.
The people on the backs of the monsters all took out their cloth bags, and while swaying the powder in the bags backwards, they flew forward quickly in the low air.
The people of Qingji Continent moved very quickly. Soon after the Qingji warriors chased into the passage, the stone pile at the entrance of the passage was moved, and the beds were divided into three rows and pushed into the passage.
Master Li Ku saw that the bed crossbows could enter the passage, so he made everyone stop. After the bed crossbows were pushed over, all the martial arts masters were behind the three rows of bed crossbows and slowly followed the bed crossbows to the other end of the passage, Jiuyan.
Walk in the direction of the mainland.
Lazy Mao took Ming Zhiyuan and flew high into the sky, looking down at the situation below. Seeing this scene, Ming Zhiyuan could hardly believe that there was such an opportunity?
All the flying monsters gathered together. Each monster held a big stone in its claws. The warriors they carried carried many stones and piled them on the monster's back.
As big rocks were thrown down from the air, after a few rounds, the bed crossbow in the channel below was almost smashed.
In front of them, several Wu Zun family heads from Jiuyan risked their lives and slowed down their escape, riding on the monsters. The cloth bags in their hands kept flying in the wind, and pieces of flying mist-like powder were blown into the passage.
The wind blew along the passage and was sent to this side of Qingji Continent.
More and more Qingji warriors entered the passage.
At first, the high-ranking warriors from the Liangku and Thirteen Prefectures led by Li Ku who entered the passage first felt dizzy, and then they felt that they could not mobilize the spiritual energy in their Dantian to run quickly. Finally, the Qingji warriors in the entire passage began to arrive one after another.
fell to the ground.
The people behind didn't know the reason, but they kept squeezing into the passage. The warrior sergeants who couldn't get in surrounded the entrance of the passage. They didn't know what happened inside?
An hour later, when the remaining powder in the passage was blown out of the passage by the strong wind, the warriors from Jiuyan Continent returned again.
In the passage, there were more people lying down than standing. Those standing were some warriors who had fallen behind and came in to drag Master Li and others back.
An overwhelming killing unfolded without any suspense.
Ming Zhiyuan ran over and took a look at it, but did not get involved and let Lazy Mao return to the camp on the Jiuyan Continent.
It wasn't until the next morning that Yan Guan led the warriors and troops from Jiuyan Continent to gather the soldiers and warriors brought by Qingji Continent this time.
The two treasury masters and thirteen palace masters of Qingji Continent could not stay, and their heads were cut off while they were in a coma.
After the other high-level warriors were interrogated by the martial masters of Jiuyan, some were also killed, and only a few remained.
The entire Qingji Continent's high-grades were almost bloodbathed. As for the low-grade warriors and warrior sergeants, some were disrupted and incorporated into the family armies of various martial arts families in Jiuyan.
Most of the generals from the Tianyuan Continent led by Baihua formed a team, preparing to wait until the Nine Flames Sea of Fire was completely extinguished, then take them to the Tianyuan Continent, and then be organized into the armies of the four major Tianyuan empires.
Ming Zhiyuan finally took a breath. After returning to the Chen family's main residence, Baihua was busy gathering the team, but he entered the mine veins and started practicing at noon.
Several consecutive fierce battles brought Ming Zhiyuan not only wounds and fatigue, but also his understanding and improvement of martial arts.
He sat cross-legged in the deepest part of the mine, taking pills one after another, and kept replaying every life-and-death battle in his mind.
Especially in the final battle with the strong man Wu Zun from Qingji Continent, he finally understood that under extreme power, speed drives power, and power drives speed, that kind of terrifying boxing technique that adds layer upon layer of force.
At this time, the breath in the inner elixir is already flowing through the limbs and bones like a turbulent river, running endlessly through the meridians and various acupoints.
At the beginning, at the end of each cycle, he would stop to observe the changes in the inner elixir and check the conditions of the meridians and acupuncture points.
One day later, he no longer checked his internal vision repeatedly, but focused on moving his breath over and over again, increasing the intensity and speed of his breath movement again and again.
When the breath in his inner elixir circulates in the meridians and acupuncture points like a raging river, he fixes the speed and intensity of the movement of the breath.
Repeat again and again, start again and again.
Ming Zhiyuan is like a puppet who never gets tired. In this repetition, his inner alchemy and meridians are expanded, strengthened, and consolidated.
Baihua would go to Chen's spirit stone veins every day and take a look at Ming Zhiyuan from a distance. She knew that he had reached the threshold of promotion and could not disturb him.
So every time, she took one look and turned around and left.
It was not until seven days later that Baihua came to the Lingshi mine again. Before she reached the place where he practiced, she saw him slowly walking towards her.