He Ming is a man of great ability, and is the number one master of martial arts among the Yellow Turban Army - now called the "Taiping Army". And what is more famous for him than his martial arts is his unyielding spirit.
People who like him call him "immortal body", "phoenix bird", etc. due to his spirit of immortality; people who hate him call him "death-killing little strongman", "the bad guy who can't be beaten to death" and so on. But
No matter who he is, he has to admit that he is indeed a reliable comrade and a troublesome enemy!
Yang Jian must also admit this!
Facing Yang Jian, who had been so famous during this period and had conquered the battlefield unrivaled, He Ming not only showed no fear, but appeared even more excited and excited. He roared, and the Panlong stick turned into a golden light, and he hit it head-on.
He was using the long stick as a spear.
The stick came so fast that not only did the soldiers on both sides only see a flash of golden light, but also many of the decision-makers watching the battle only saw He Ming's figure suddenly blurred, and a stick shadow roared out, knocking Yang Jian away.
The entire upper body is covered in it, but the specific moves cannot be seen clearly.
This means that if they put themselves in his shoes, when they face this stick, they have no way to resist it and can only try to dodge it.
Everyone is knowledgeable, and seeing how wonderful this stick was, many people couldn't help but cheer.
But Cheng Peng didn't cheer, but sighed secretly.
Among the people watching the battle on the top of Xiqi City, although many looked surprised and worried, Zhou Ren smiled.
He Ming's move was too direct!
It is absolutely impossible to defeat Yang Jian with such a straightforward move!
Sure enough, when the golden stick shadow was about to hit the door in front of Yang Jian, Yang Jian, who had been standing still, finally took action.
He took half a step back, clenched his right hand into a fist, and punched it out from his waist, hitting the roaring stick shadow.
It was a head-on collision without any dodge or concession. His fist collided firmly with He Ming's Panlong Stick.
There was a loud bang, like a giant hammer striking a gong, or an iron pestle striking a copper bell. The loud clanging of gold and iron made the soldiers dizzy, and many of them even fell to the ground.
Where the fist collided with the Panlong stick, a shock wave spread out, sweeping the ground as smooth as if it had been washed with water. The flying sand and rocks were stirred up by the shock wave, and shot out in all directions with a shrill sound, although they were aimed at the targets of both armies.
They were stopped by each other's masters, but there were still many shots fired in other directions. These originally inconspicuous small clods of soil and pebbles seemed to have turned into bullets shot from sniper rifles, easily shattering everything on the road.
There was no obstacle, and it was swept away without knowing how far it went.
And this is just the aftermath of the fight between the two sides!
He Ming's powerful blow was blocked by Yang Jian head-on. He couldn't help being shocked and his hands were numb. He was about to withdraw the Panlong stick slightly, sweep half a circle to attack Yang Jian's waist, but he almost twisted his waist when he exerted force.
The dragon stick seemed to be stuck by something - he looked closely and saw that the head of the dragon stick had been grasped by Yang Jian's right hand, as if it had a root, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not pull it back.
"I don't know how strong you are despite your average size!" He Ming showed no fear and smiled, "But you can't defeat me with strength alone!"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his left hand and slapped it on the Panlong stick.
"Zhen Zi Jue!"
The Panlong Stick is made of black iron, purple steel, meteorite and other metals that are known for their strength and heavy weight. Not only is it surprisingly strong, it is also very good at transmitting power. He Ming slapped his palm on the stick, and he was immediately stunned. The Panlong stick seemed to be alive, vibrating violently. This vibration was transmitted with inconspicuous but unstoppable force, and it was going to shatter Yang Jian's hand holding the head of the stick alive!
Yang Jian raised his eyebrows and released his right hand.
He Ming was overjoyed and was about to change his moves when Yang Jian quickly moved forward and was in front of him in an instant. He circled the Panlong Staff with his left hand and slapped him on the chest.
This palm seems to have little strength, but if it is hit, He Ming will inevitably die even if he has nine lives!
Seeing that Yang Jian changed his moves so quickly and he couldn't react in time, He Ming's eyes widened and he yelled.
The roar was so shocking that even the clouds in the sky were pushed away. The entire battlefield froze in an instant. Everyone stopped moving except for He Ming who was roaring wildly.
Following his roar, violent fighting spirit rose from under his feet. This fighting spirit spiraled up and enveloped his entire body in an instant, and then turned into a dazzling white light that pierced people so hard that they couldn't even open their eyes.
In this white light, He Ming's momentum suddenly surged, and in an instant he seemed to want to surpass Yang Jian!
The stagnation of time only lasted for a moment. In an instant, everyone including Yang Jian regained their ability to move.
But Yang Jian's first action after regaining his mobility was not to attack, but to retreat.
He retreated so quickly that he even made a push and slap gesture with his left hand, before he had time to change his moves.
But he retreated very timely, because just three steps after he retreated, He Ming's fist had already hit the spot where he had just stood.
This punch was fierce and fierce, and the fist was surrounded by endless electric light, which looked extremely fierce. Looking along the fist and arm, He Ming's whole body was surrounded by pale electric light, and his black hair turned into His face turned green and white, and he stood upright like a spectacle of thousands of heads facing the sky. His eyebrows and even his seven orifices continued to emit lightning, making his whole person seem to have turned into a monster incarnated by thunder and lightning.
Of course, this is not a monster transformation, but the ultimate secret of the six-star series of unparalleled generals, super fighting spirit!
Unlike Cheng Peng who chose the way of a warrior, He Ming chose the way of a military general when he reached the peak of five stars and reached six stars. He used his identity as an unparalleled warrior as the leader and perfected his "Tao".
Because of this, although he lost the various advantages of being a warrior, he gained a more powerful ability to apply unparalleled fighting spirit.
For example, Cheng Peng cannot display this kind of super fighting spirit. Even if he can barely simulate it with his advanced martial arts level, what he simulates is only a specious "super explosion", which is strong but not rounded enough, and can only be used for head-to-head combat. , but it is not conducive to fighting with powerful enemies.
He Ming is different. His super fighting spirit state not only has all the advantages of super burst, but also has considerable flexibility. Moreover, in this state, his unparalleled fighting spirit value is temporarily unlimited, and every move can be By using the fighting spirit attack, you can even turn the Musou Flurry that usually requires all Musou points to be used into a regular move, and the power will be greatly enhanced to the realm of "Super Flurry"!
In his current state, he is truly an "unparalleled general", and the strength of just one person is enough to wipe out thousands of troops!
But now, what He Ming wants to do is not to wipe out thousands of troops, but to defeat the enemy in front of him.
There is only one enemy!
When he saw Yang Jian retreating, he roared, and the fighting spirit on the Panlong stick, which was also surrounded by lightning, exploded and turned into a golden flying dragon, chasing Yang Jian.
And with this roar, his whole body completely turned into lightning, and then twisted into a fierce and ferocious dragon of lightning. Following the golden dragon, he rushed towards Yang Jian who was still retreating!
Taking the flying dragon bursting with fighting spirit as the guide, he concentrates his whole strength to charge and attack. This is his unparalleled flurry, and his heart is peaceful!
The blow was so fierce and fast that Yang Jian didn't even have time to exit the fourth step before he was already caught up by the golden dragon. He frowned and struck out with both hands to block the golden dragon in front of him.
But even with this slow time, the electric dragon transformed by He Ming also arrived, followed the golden dragon, and rushed towards Yang Jian.
When the electric dragon passed by, the ground was filled with white light, and the air was filled with electric radiance. It seemed as if everything was being burned and melted by the electric light, as if it was going to burn Yang Jian directly!
Seeing the momentum and power of this blow, Cheng Peng finally smiled, but Zhou Ren's brows furrowed.
Even for them, it would be difficult for them to catch the blow while retreating.
It's difficult, very difficult, almost impossible!
Faced with this astonishing blow, Yang Jian did not retreat or dodge, but stood firmly.
A frightening light shone from his eyes, and in an instant a terrifying murderous aura arose from his body. The Taoist priest who smiled calmly at all times disappeared without a trace, and only a terrifying God of War with murderous intentions appeared here!
"cut!"
With a cold shout, a white light appeared from Yang Jian's hand, and he slashed hard at the electric dragon.
There was a sound like tearing silk, and then there was a sound of exploding and shattering.
The lightning suddenly dissipated, He Ming's Panlong Stick fell to the side, and he fell back faster than when he rushed out.
But while he was still in the air, he turned into white light.
