Because it was considered a small internal competition, neither man was allowed to use weapons of mass destruction.
Jimo Liyang used palm power, while Zhongli Yirui only used some small magic props, which were just swords and fighting spirit.
Zhongli Yirui himself is considered a fifth-level heavenly master, which is a bit different from Jimo Liyang's level. He only studied the auxiliary system, and his control of body skills and strength is far behind. Now he relies entirely on his hands.
The delicate gadgets inside barely support it.
Jimo Liyang originally wanted to defeat Zhongli Yirui within ten moves, but after a while he was hit with hundreds of moves. He was frustrated and frustrated, and Ling Xiaotu laughed to the side from time to time: [
"Zhongli Yirui bites him, Zhongli Yirui beats him!" He was even more irritable.
Both men wanted to come over and beat Ling Xiaotu first, and then compete with each other.
However, this idea is just a thought.
After all, we are all advanced intelligent creatures.
Although they were furious, they still used amazing self-control to restrain their respective urges to turn into beasts.
The most important thing is probably that Xuanyuan Xuantian's cool appearance made men restrain their passionate impulses.
Otherwise, Jimo Liyang would have to come up and chop Ling Xiaotu into pieces.
Zhongli Yirui clenched his fist, raised his sword energy to the maximum, and forced Jimo Liyang to reveal his flaw. When he had time, he glanced sideways at him and said provocatively:
"That's all you have, Jimo Liyang?"
Jimo Liyang's eyes sank, and the moves with his palms were fierce and merciless. Suddenly, black palm energy came out from the small space behind him, twisted together like countless ropes, and quickly wrapped around Zhongli Yirui's body.
body.
Zhongli Yirui, who had always maintained an elegant smile, silently stepped back.
Zhong Li Yirui shook his hand, stretched out his right hand, and the sword energy suddenly appeared in his hand with a cold light, and the palm energy splashed on the cold ground and shattered.
Jimo Liyang's eyes darkened, he reached out his hand, condensed the black palm energy, and struck Zhongli Yirui's chest.
"Deadly move?"
Zhong Li Yirui chuckled lightly, dodged Jimo Liyang's palm attack, turned slightly to one side, and the palm passed past his face, hitting the hair next to his ear.