Diago drew out his sword, "Let's talk about the challenges in the future, young man, draw out your sword now."

Ji Aojian looked closely and saw that what Mr. Zoro had with him was indeed a flexible and slender fencing sword. The trembling tip showed good elasticity, and it would be very easy to draw letters.

"No, no, no," he said, "You attack a few swords first, and I'll see if you need to use weapons."

"Very good!" Diego rushed up with anger, but instead smiled, "In California, it is the first time I see that I dare to take my sword with empty hands."

"I just stood still, what can you do to me?"

Suddenly, silver light flashed, fleeting in an instant.

Then, a "buzzing" sound came from the air.

Ji Aojian felt a chill on his chest. He looked down and saw a big letter that looked like "2" that had already scratched his clothes and was engraved on his chest in the form of blood marks.

"Young man, you have lost." Diego's voice came into his ears.

"No, I'm still standing here."

"I said, can you accept reality?" Diego became angry. "I was already showing mercy on this sword just now, otherwise you would have become a specimen for human anatomy."

Ji Qingsu stared at her brother blankly, and the other person left a mark on her body with a sword. She didn't have time to react, but she refused to admit defeat. This kind of behavior seemed to be too terrible.

But the sword just now was too fast and it was too late to see clearly.

"The tremor of your sword tip has exceeded the speed of sound." Ji Aojian said slowly, "No one can see your sword-like trajectory clearly, not even you."

"I don't need to see it, I just need to know the movement of my sword swing."

Ji Aojian nodded, "No, it's a pity that there is no murderous aura on your sword."

Diago frowned. "I don't want to kill you, just win you."

"There are many risks in the world. How can you be merciless when fighting with others?" Ji Aojian sighed, "If your sword cannot pose a fatal threat to me, it will be difficult for me to be interested in fighting with you."

"You can't take my sword at all, okay?"

"Stay on the sword." Ji Aojian closed his eyes, "Remember. If you can't knock me down, I will not admit defeat."

"Since you don't give up," Diego snorted, "Let's just lie in the bed for a few months."

He waved his hand and the silver light appeared again. But before the silver light burst out, Ji Aojian's eyebrows had already stinged.

With a "bang", Diego felt that his sword body was heavy and he could no longer stab it out.

The long thin sword had been entangled by several ropes, and was tied almost like a rice dumpling.

"What weapon are you?"

Ji Aojian opened his eyes and said, "Nine-tailed Cat."

What he waved out in his hand was the whip rope with nine forked strands. The biggest function of this weapon was to destroy the opponent's sharp blade.

"How can you see my sword clearly..." Diego suddenly stopped speaking. The boy clearly closed his eyes just now.

"The tip of your sword trembles beyond the speed of sound. It's not that the speed of the sword is higher than the speed of sound." Ji Aojian said, "When you came out with murderous aura this time, I swung the Nine-tailed Cat at the same time. Anyway, you are going to stab my chest. As long as I guard the middle gate, I can hold your sword."

Diago drew his sword hard, but he could not draw it out.

"My Fuyao Sword is not at hand, so I can't compete with you." Ji Aojian said with some regret, "In fact, I can do it too if the tip of the sword cuts the speed of sound."

He suddenly let go of the Nine-tailed Cat, his body suddenly rioted, and he punched it along the cast, like a straight javelin, shooting towards Diego's face.

The California Thieves immediately gave up their sword and punched them with one punch, just like a straight javelin that collided with each other.

Two violent and sharp fist forces rushed into each other's arms, shaking the muscles and stinging.

Ji Aojian shouted loudly, and his hands immediately turned into palm swords, like a windmill swinging away, constantly slashing towards the other party's shoulder.

Diago raised his arms and put them on a few strokes, but found that the other party's palm had turned into a hook shape again, and his playing style was no longer fierce, but was circling left and right, like a poisonous snake looking for the key points.

He couldn't help but have a headache. Why did he come up with so many tricks on his fists and feet?

After taking a punch, Diego grabbed the other person's forearm with his backhand. Ji Aojian's palm immediately leaned forward and immediately grabbed his forearm.

In a blink of an eye, both of them held each other's arms tightly, stood still with their strength, and began to fight.

Diago snorted, "You Chinese make the moves so complicated, and in the end you have to compare your strength to decide the outcome."

Ji Aojian couldn't help laughing, "No, in the end, I just compete with strength."

After he used the snake fist, he originally wanted to fight with the other party. But Diego was an elusive legendary thief. His body skills and speed had reached a high level, and his eye reaction was extremely accurate and sharp. Once he refused to deal with the moves, he would directly capture him, and Ji Aojian had no choice.

Ji Qingsu had already seen that his brother and Zoro had entered the fighting mode, the same as the situation he lost to his brother yesterday.

She naturally had deep confidence in her brother, and she was unwilling to believe that Westerners could achieve magical power.

But unfortunately, the research and training on strength control is not the patent of Chinese warriors.

The sect leader of Mexico is originally Spain, and the martial arts origins here are also inherited from the Iberian Peninsula. In Spanish martial arts, I have learned the method similar to the internal power operation, which comes from the bullfighters.

If you stab the barbarian bull to death with a sword, it can only be considered an introduction to the bullfighter. If you want to be a master among bullfighters, you must be able to deal with the giant bull with no hands.

The first step to deal with this kind of empty-handedness is to use fist and foot skills to "brutally-handed beasts".

If you go deeper, you will no longer use your own strength too much, but will use your precise control of your strength to completely subdue the crazy bullfighting.

A great bullfighter who has reached a high level can easily turn a giant bull running over at a critical position and let it fly out by its own momentum.

Or hold down the horns of a giant bull, use the method of transforming strength, use force to bounce back the force it emits, and hurt the bull's own muscles and internal organs.

This method of transforming the power is called bullfighting.

Diago, who is now facing Ji Aojian, is a representative figure of Iberian martial arts. He has reached the level of master who can transmit and receive power from the heart and be superb. With his ability to control power, he can hold down any large beast at will, and then turn the force of his struggle to reverse the shock. After a few strokes, he can turn it into a corpse.

Strictly speaking, today is the first time that Ji Aojian has truly fought with the Grandmaster character.

Back then, facing the masters of the Salt Gang Cao Gang, he just simply took the martial arts skills. When facing the Northeast Grandmaster, he just helped the Fourth Sister block a meeting. Confronting the Japanese Sword Saint was actually a counterattack of the qi. He joined forces with the Qi Jie to get rid of the commander of the Ming Guard, and all he had to do was to attack behind the scenes.

So this time, I finally fought head-on with the legendary master.

Whether in Middle Earth or abroad, if the Tao of martial arts reaches a state of supernatural power, you will naturally be immersed in a mysterious world and will naturally like to practice in scattered ways. You will rarely be exposed in front of others and become a legendary figure.

The two of them held each other's arms tightly and fought hard. After a while, a cup of tea passed, and white air came out of their bodies.

Diago snorted violently, "Young man, you have a lot of strength."

Ji Aojian took a breath, "Uncle, you are not bad either."

Seeing that his brother did not win as he expected, but instead showed his fatigue, Ji Qingsu's face began to gradually become a little uneasy.

After Diego put his arms around, he realized that the opponent's control of the force was so exquisite that it was not inferior to him. He wanted to transform Ji Aojian's strength to counterattack him, but he could no longer do it. He could only use the force he emitted to suppress the opponent.

Relying solely on the counter-attack of his own strength, Ji Aojian became weak. His foreign skills were only eleventh level, which was far from Diego. He began to breathe soon.

He thought to himself that the power of this thief master is much stronger than that of Xiao Su. Maybe it is more than fifteenth level, maybe it has reached the sixteenth level?

Anyway, it is much stronger than his own strength. Ji Aojian can only support it with all his strength.

Time passed little by little, but Diego was shocked. He thought that he could bring down his opponent by working hard, but after adding more strength, he almost used all his strength. The boy on the opposite side still stood firm, as if he would no longer look like he would still look like this.

Could it be that his control skills of force are still above him?

Diago really couldn't understand why this young man, who was a few years younger than his apprentice, had such advanced martial arts.

Back then, Ji Yaoguang held one hand of Ji Aojian, and then let his other hand strike him before attacking him. Ji Aojian did not lack the opportunity to train his masters for the control and counter-control of the power.

More than two years have passed, Ji Aojian's martial arts cultivation is far better than before. After all, Diego is far inferior to Ji Yaoguang. In addition, Ji Aojian knew that his strength was weak, so he was determined not to seek merit but to seek nothing but to be wrong. He just focused on the stability of the defensive momentum. Although he had worked hard to compete, he could barely support it.

Ji Qingsu only saw that his brother's body was shaking more and more, the sweat beads on his head became more and more, and his coat gradually became wet. As time passed, his whole body seemed to be salvaged from the water.

Diago's expression was relaxed, but he was already sweating profusely.

However, he always felt that as long as he worked harder, he could win this competition. Ji Aojian did not give up, and of course he could persevere.

It was not until I heard the sound of the hour from the city hall that I woke up that an hour had passed since the competition.

"Young man, you will lose after all. Don't waste your energy unnecessary." Diego said, "It's so stubborn as you are, it's not in line with the spirit of martial arts."

Hearing this familiar words, Ji Qingsu felt that his brother should have given up. Then, I will challenge this legendary Mr. Thieves.

"Everything is possible before you throw me down." Ji Aojian gasped, "What kind of martial arts spirit is taking the initiative to admit defeat?"

Ji Qingsu was stunned. Brother, why did you say this? It’s different from yesterday? Is it because I took the initiative to admit defeat yesterday? Is it actually wrong?

The green-haired girl suddenly felt that she should look at what her brother said in two parts in the future and not blindly believe it.
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