Ji Jiucheng looked at Xu Zimo with indifferent eyes, and the spear in his hand exuded a soaring spear intent.
A crimson spiritual energy was surging on the spear.
The surrounding space first shattered and then completely collapsed.
The sound of "rumbling" explosions sounded all around.
"This is the marksmanship created by the Seventh Prince," some people in the audience who knew the rumors were curiously discussing.
"Yes, it is said that this move is called Qian Lian Qiong. It is a move that the Seventh Prince used to integrate the secrets of space after he understood the true meaning of Qian Dao," someone explained at the side.
"The Seventh Prince has already achieved such achievements at such a young age.
I’m afraid that the seventh prince is very likely to be the heir to the throne of this generation!”
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On the high platform, Ji Jiucheng's spear exuded a prison-like spear intent, which turned into a substantial existence.
A spear that was exactly the same, but even larger, condensed behind him.
At this moment, the large space around him could no longer withstand the power of this spear.
The space stretches on, if it weren't for Wenren Jingshi suppressing it from the side.
I'm afraid that all the space a hundred miles around it will be destroyed.
In the sky, the wind was blowing and the clouds were rolling, and the red aura almost turned the spear red.
From a distance, it looks like a blazing fire.
Following Ji Jiucheng's movements, the huge spear condensed with spear intent also moved.
The tip of his spear pointed.
I saw the gun spirit behind me as if it was being guided.
In an instant, he rushed towards Xu Zimo and killed him.
This move is extremely fast and contains the secret of space.
It is almost impossible for people who have not understood the secret of space to avoid it.
Moreover, the intention of the gun is mainly to kill, and the killing intention in it is almost condensed into substance.
In less than a breath, the spear with concentrated spear intent appeared in front of Xu Zimo.
It's just that Ji Jiucheng never expected that among the ten "Devil" moves that Xu Zimo understood.
There is a style called "Jingma Style!"
This move can be said to represent the ultimate power of space.
At this moment, looking at the surge in the space in front of him, the gun intention passed through the endless void and headed towards Xu Zimo's chest.
At this moment, some people held their breath.
Many of the younger generations of the Wenren family swallowed hard.
They were all a little glad that they didn't act bravely. They thought they couldn't dodge this shot.
Xu Zimo shook his head and smiled. For him at the peak of his holy veins.
This kind of attack is just like playing house, without any desire to fight at all.
Although Ji Jiucheng has good talent, he is still a strong person in the Emperor Pulse Realm.
It is said that in the later stage of martial arts, one step leads to the sky.
The difference is hard to imagine, and it's hard for him to take it seriously.
I saw him slowly stretching out his right hand and pinching it gently.
In the eyes of many people, this action is ordinary and there seems to be nothing outstanding about it.
But with just such a clamp, the spear intention that came out of the void at a speed that was faster than covering one's ears was caught between Xu Zimo's fingers.
Between the index finger and middle finger.
The spear roared like a furious dragon, trying to break through Xu Zimo's defense.
Unfortunately all this is to no avail.
Xu Zimo stood motionless, just looking at the stunned Ji Jiucheng with a chuckle.
The wind brought by the gunshot blew his clothes and robes, and his black hair was also fluttering in the wind.
The power of the spear surged forward, then weakened, and finally exhausted.
In the end, as the gun intention became weaker and weaker, Xu Zimo still stood there calmly.
From beginning to end, except for holding the gun with two fingers, he made no movement.
The scene below fell silent for a moment, without any sound.
Some people looked at this scene with their mouths open, especially some young people, and their hearts were like a stormy sea.
"Is this the end?" Someone else asked in disbelief.
"Is Ji Jiucheng's self-created move too weak, or his opponent is too strong?" someone murmured to himself.
Not only these young disciples, but also many of the famous seniors present were horrified and could not recover for a long time.
Of course, they could tell at a glance what Ji Jiucheng's "gun reaching the sky" move was like.
But if they could block it so easily with just two fingers, many of them thought they couldn't do it.
King Anding in the audience was the first to react after being stunned for a long time.
Then he looked deeply at Xu Zimo and said with a smile: "Interesting, interesting."
"What do you mean, father?" his son Yue Chang asked with some confusion.
"There are really hidden dragons and crouching tigers in this world. It's because I am ignorant," Anding Wang Yue Yunfei shook his head.
He replied: "I made a mistake."
Even today's birthday boy, Wenren Jingshi, sat in shock for a long time.
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, "I'm old, I'm old, my grandson is really hidden, it's surprising!"
He shook his head slightly and turned his gaze to Wen Ren Tianming below.
In Wenren Jingshi's plan, among the younger generation of disciples, Wenren Tianming was definitely the best choice to compete for destiny in terms of character and talent.
Even when he met Ji Jiucheng, he still had this confidence.
But now, I don't know what kind of impact this incident will have on Wenren Tianming's heart.
"Xu Zimo," Emperor Ji Yunzhou whispered this name in a low voice.
It seems that when Huang Sansi came back to life a few days ago, he mentioned this name to him.
And praised it very much.
But before he had time to investigate, they would meet again in this form.
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"I lost," Ji Jiucheng glanced at Xu Zimo with solemn and fearful eyes.
Finally, he took a deep breath and said in a deep tone.
"I said I could only take one shot. I lost."
"It's not necessary, I know you are unwilling in your heart," Xu Zimo shook his head and said nonchalantly.
"You can use whatever moves you want. In fact, for me, there is no difference between one shot and countless shots."
Hearing Xu Zimo's words, Ji Jiucheng's eyes narrowed.
The strength of holding the spear in his hand could not help but increase a bit.
Although he doesn't attach much importance to glory and fame, no matter what, he, the seventh prince, is still very well-known in the Fengqi Empire.
But now that Xu Zimo said this, he simply ignored him.
The spiritual energy around him was surging, and sometimes he wanted to fight again.
However, the voice of the emperor Ji Yunzhou came from below.
"Jiucheng, come down. We are not on the same level. We will never win if we fight another hundred times."
"Father," Ji Jiucheng paused slightly, somewhat unwillingly.
"Do you want to humiliate yourself?" Ji Yunzhou frowned slightly.
Said: "You represent the majesty of the royal family."
Ji Jiucheng finally nodded helplessly and walked slowly towards the audience with a spear in hand.
"I'm giving up now," Xu Zimo said a little boringly.
"I still want to reciprocate. I'll take a shot from you, and you'll take a punch from me."
