"Hey hey!!! Why did you put away your weapons??"

Wang Qilin suddenly shouted at Lu Jia in front of him, as if very dissatisfied with his way. The latter supported the ground halfway and slowly stood up. Although he resisted Wang Qilin's attack method, he could clearly feel that Wang Qilin had stopped, so he would not let himself fall to the ground and unable to get up.

"It's just a mere practice match, but it would be boring if both sides suffered losses."

Lu Jia responded, not caring about the result of this game. Wang Qilin suddenly felt a little inappropriate. Bi Jing had to stop the practice match, but she still tried to win and lose. Although she barely stopped it in the end, in terms of the result, she was still in a state of inconsistent with the result. Without the right to continue to refute, Wang Qilin had to give up the investigation and joked to liven up the atmosphere:

"Both losers? Your sword may not be able to pierce my armor."

Even though he said this, Wang Qilin kept a carefree smile. The latter said nothing but said nothing, but it was not a pity. He understood that the situation might have a draw in the next moment. So Lu Jia planned to let him take a step, but unexpectedly the two reached a consensus. Neither side ended the game quickly, but instead pushed each other and started again.

“It’s not over yet.”

Lu Jia was a little dissatisfied with his words, as if he had not expected that the other party would stop the same.

"Of course, and this time, I won't show mercy."

Wang Qilin punched her in the palm and responded with high fighting spirit. The next second, he waved his aggressive fist and rushed towards Lu Jia like a tiger.

“trace        on(limited projection [sword])”

The heavy sword appeared in his hand again. He danced the sword and threw it straight out. The sword blade pierced the air and flew towards Wang Qilin who was running towards him.

"I'll smash my head for you!"

Wang Qilin roared, and her fist was immediately handed out, facing the sword's edge, rubbing with the splashing sparks. The next moment, the nameless sword broke all and did not stop Wang Qilin's attack at all. Already in front of him, Lu Jia was approached by Wang Qilin again. Although the big sword is also a melee weapon, compared with the close-fitting attack method of fist, the big sword is really difficult to play to its advantages. Once it is approached by the person using boxing, it will be in an extremely passive state.

Lu Jia, who understands this, naturally would not let this time repeat the same mistake as before. He suddenly raised his arm and punched Wang Qilin in the face. Obviously, the other party did not expect him to suddenly punch, so he had to hurriedly use his other hand to block Lu Jia's fist.

"Mythy Trigger - Blue God"

With the release of magic in Lu Jia's body, his fist was instantly covered by blue flames. A hitter hit Wang Qilin's palm, and another fist attacked from below, attacking his imaginary part. The fist with blue flames burned Wang Qilin's palm. Although it was separated by the armor, he could still feel the heat. Seeing that Lu Jia was planning to attack again, he immediately took out another fist to greet him.

"Happy! You dare to treat me, please feel free!"

Wang Qilin shouted like this, and then increased the strength of her fist. Lu Jia knew that she could not continue like this, so she took the lead to break the deadlock. Wang Qilin was not afraid of this and pushed away one of Lu Jia's hands with her palm and hit it down, blocking her idea of ​​sneak attack. However, this was also under Lu Jia's calculation. He took advantage of this gap and chanted in a low voice, projecting a big sword again.

Logically speaking, it is the most unwise choice to use a great sword under this situation, and it is even better to choose to fight against Wang Qilin. However, Lu Jia chose to give up such a defensive posture and instead seek breakthroughs.

When he started the hilt of the sword, he was instantly "enchanted" by the flame of the Blue God. The magic power was constantly superimposed on the blade of the great sword, and there was a faint trembling momentum. Lu Jia waved the sword with one hand, and the blue flame danced with it, and the magic power instantly emerged. Wang Qilin could feel the powerful magic power emitted from his sword. Perhaps this sword would no longer be a simple slash, but an expansion magic power like an explosion of rocks.

"broken."

Wang Qilin felt the oncoming pressure and immediately thought something was wrong. Fortunately, Lu Jia focused on the sword-like attack with his right hand and ignored his left hand. He immediately turned his fist into a palm, lifted Lu Jia's fist, and then blocked his hands in front of his chest again.

The heavy sword slashed over his arms, and the blue flames tore the air, jumping wildly as if igniting space. The explosion-like impact made Wang Qilin fly back and forth on his arms, gradually spreading to his whole body. He was wearing heavy armor and rolled on the ground for a few times before finally stopping. The ground where Lu Jia was standing in the distance was already attacked by the blue flames. He clearly looked a little wolf-shaped, but Wang Qilin didn't care at all, and was even more excited.

"That's true!"

Wang Qilin said while supporting the ground, she said. The big sword in Lu Jia's hand had become broken, and it turned into pieces and disappeared into the void like a candle in the wind.

"The blood is boiling!!"

Wang Qilin shouted loudly, then kicked her legs hard on the spot. The heavy sound made people feel that the ground seemed to have a faint sinking momentum. In the next second, the red flames quickly passed by his body like a dragonfly, swallowing all the blue flames created by Lu Jia. Then they gathered momentum and accelerated suddenly like an erupting volcano.

“trace         on(limited projection [sword])--link                                                                                                             �

There were thunderous roars between Lu Jia's palms. Thunder and lightning, as thin as thin silk, leaped on his fingertips. The next moment, a big sword engraved with a roaring dragon pierced out from the palm. Thunder and lightning were still wrapped layer by layer on the sword blade, and the thick and huge sword intent rushed towards him.

"Bajiquan·Fengbu"

Seeing that the other party had projected a powerful weapon again, Wang Qilin naturally did not dare to be careless. He used his own body technique, and his steps changed his impression of being fierce. He ran towards Lu Jia in a light and rapid step, and appeared in front of Lu Jia in a blink of an eye like a gust of wind.

Seeing this, the latter immediately waved the sword with his right hand. The sword edge carried the breath of a giant dragon and attacked head-on. Wang Qilin retreated and flashed through the oncoming attack, but the sword energy spread outward and hit his fiery red armor.

Lu Jia did not rely solely on his own sword. He projected an unknown sword. After swinging the Longchi Sword in the air, he used his inertia to cut out the unexpected sword to surprise attacks. The blade hit Wang Qilin's chest and hit the green claw marks on his chest. It seemed as if he had absorbed the impact, and the crystal green light became even more dazzling.

"Help a lot!"

Wang Qilin didn't feel that something was wrong, but instead looked at Lu Jia and smiled, as if all this was under his calculations. He immediately moved his arms closer and stepped on his feet hard. In an instant, the crystal gem on his chest dimmed as if it had been taken away, and the orange-red magic slowly rose from the soles of his feet, spreading in the air like smoke. At this moment, the surrounding time and space seemed to have solidified.

Likewise, everyone stopped moving, and even the spreading sword energy stopped moving. Only Wang Qilin's magic power was gradually overflowing, surrounding his arms like an airflow, and finally concentrated between his fists and fingers.

If the previous "Shocking the Sky" punch was enough to shake the sky, then at this moment, this punch seemed to have the momentum to penetrate the earth and tear the sky. This punch contained endless powerful power, and just one punch was enough to defeat the enemy.

"Bajiquan·No two-touch!"

With Wang Qilin's final punch, the time seemed to slow down and prolong at that moment. In Lu Jia's eyes, the punch was very slow, as if it could dodge it with a random flash. But it was this seemingly ordinary and uninterrupted punch that made Lu Jia feel the oncoming terrifying aura. Just in front of this slow punch speed, he was powerless and looked very strange. It turned out that it was not Wang Qilin's punch slow, but too fast, and it was faster than the reaction of his brain, and he could only watch as the punch was about to touch his body.

In fact, it would be nice to lose like this, but it is not enough. He has not really received effective training. It’s not that he thinks this fight is meaningless, it’s just a simple thing that has not tried. If we just end this battle like this, wouldn’t it be too boring? He seems to think so.

"Myth trigger - a side of the heart"

"Zi Ding--"

In this world that seemed to be still at this time, Lu Jia naturally could not move, but at this moment, a powerful aura suddenly burst out in his eyes. That aura might make those magicians who have not witnessed real death feel scared from the bottom of their hearts. This aura is murderous intent.

Wang Qilin received a murderous intent like a sea in Lu Jia's eyes. This cold and cold breath made his heart tremble. The next moment, he felt as if he was caught by something and could not move. It was a mysterious force originating from the heart. It not only bound Wang Qilin's body, but also felt as if his heart was pinched, and it was even very difficult to breathe.

Just when Wang Qilin thought he was going to be finished, Lu Jia in front of him suddenly showed a painful expression. The next moment, blood oozed out from his right eye and slowly flowed down the corner of his eye. At the same time, Wang Qilin's body no longer felt the sense of restraint. His body could start to move again, but his fist lost that power and turned into an ordinary full-strength attack.

"boom--"

Although it turned into an ordinary punch, it was still uncomfortable to hit Lu Jia. With the arrival of its impact, the fist penetrated into Lu Jia's abdomen. In an instant, he flew backwards and fell a few meters away. After a long time, Lu Jia did not stand up again, but just lay on the ground, breathing the air greedily. He closed his right eye and let blood gush out of it.

"Oh Ou!!!"

“nice!!!”

"Old Wang is so awesome!!"

"Hey hey hey! You can't just fall down!!!"

"Stand up! My living expenses are all up to you!!!"

As Lu Jia collapsed to the ground, the surrounding people burst into loud shouts. Most of them were shouting Wang Qilin's name, as if the audience had already decided the winner for the two. They shouted, perhaps not for the battle, but for the result. A large number of them should have participated in the bet, and the bet was naturally the result of the game. And those who lost naturally did not want to accept such a result.
Chapter completed!