"What happened just now? Is it also the Great Shift of the Universe? Yes, only the Great Shift of the Universe can achieve such an effect. But I didn't expect that the Great Shift of the Universe of the Clothes Leader can not only transfer the force on the body surface, but also
Transfer the force that penetrates into the body. From this point of view, this skill is no worse than the Wuji skill that I practice."
In the room, Zhang Junbao understood quickly. Compared to him, few people in the room understood. Only some people guessed the reason, but no one knew whether it was certain.
"Haha...Yi won the first game, but who did you send for the second game?" Master Yi glanced at the crowd, and they all took a step back, fearful in their hearts.
Although Taoist Baishu had a bad reputation, his magical power was unpredictable, and they thought they were no match. However, such a master died at the hands of Master Yi, so who would dare to come?
Master Yi asked three times in a row, but no one responded. It was obvious that they did not plan to send anyone. After all, although treasures are important, lives are more important.
"It seems that everyone no longer wants to fight for the dragon-slaying knife, so the two of you are left. I wonder which side comes first?"
As soon as Master Yi finished speaking, a big man walked out of the Huashan faction camp. The big man took out the sword in his hand and threw the scabbard handle aside. With a bang, the scabbard was inserted straight into the wall and was submerged by two inches.
"Good inner strength!"
The Master's eyes lit up, and he looked at the person carefully. This man was ordinary in appearance, but his height was extraordinary. Compared with himself, this person was at least 1.9 meters tall, which was a head taller than the Master.
distance.
"I wonder what you call me?" Master Yi asked, cupping his fists.
The big man returned the salute and said, "I'm going down to the white walls of Huashan Mountain!"
"Oh? You are Bai Yuan..." Master Yi looked surprised and praised: "I have heard of your reputation. Among the younger generation of masters, you are the only one who can compete with my disciple Yang Dingtian.
Today is the time for me to weigh you." With that said, Master Yi moved over, and with a light palm, he sealed the surrounding area of Bai Yuan, and the powerful palm force came to press him.
Bai Yuan remained calm, the sword in his hand trembled slightly, and he stabbed directly into the palm of Master Yi. Master Yi gave a surprised sound, turned his right palm over, slapped the sword, and continued to hit Bai Yuan. But
At this moment, Bai Yuan turned around and moved to his side, and swiped his sword towards the abdomen of Master Yi.
The Master of Clothes couldn't help but tremble all over, and the unknown force shook Bai Yuan's long sword with a sound. This move naturally moved the world. Bai Yuan had already seen such a magical skill, so he was not surprised.
With the force of the vibration, his body rotated in the air, and the long sword in his hand slashed at the Master of Clothes one after another at an extremely fast speed.
"Good swordsmanship!"
The Master of Clothes praised, leaned back, and avoided Bai Yuan's attack. Then he kicked up with his feet, put his hands on the ground, and jumped up. He put all his strength on his feet, head, and body, and with a bang, Bai Yuan was knocked away.
The bullet flew out.
After falling to the ground, Bai Yuan looked at the long sword in his hand. It turned out that the long sword in his hand had been broken into two pieces by the force of the bullet. Bai Yuan sighed, cupped his fists and said, "Bai Yuan is no match for the Master of Clothes!"
, then walked back to the disciples of the Huashan Sect.
Such an upright and upright person was naturally praised by the Master of Clothes, and others also admired this boy. This man was not very old, but his sword skills were extremely sharp. He just met the Master of Clothes, and if it were someone else, it would not be possible.
It can block the long sword in his hand.
"You sects have been defeated for a while, who will be the next one?" The leader of Yijiao asked in a loud voice.
The faces of the disciples of several sects were a little ugly. Although Bai Yuan was not the oldest among them, his cultivation was one of the best, and he was even known as the best choice for the leader in Huashan. He was defeated so easily.
How can other people have hope? It’s just that the big faction is the big faction, and even if they know they are going to lose, they won’t bow their heads.
An old man in his fifties stood up, clasped his fists and said, "I'll do this one!"
"It turns out to be Mr. Wu of the Kongtong Divine Fist..." As soon as the Master of Clothes opened his mouth, one of the eleven people behind him walked out. This was a big man in his forties. He cupped his fists and said to the Master of Clothes: "Master, this
Let the disciples do the fighting!"
The Master of the Clothes Cult was stunned for a moment, then immediately smiled and said: "That's fine. You are not just my disciple, you are also the Right Envoy of the Light of the Ming Cult, the next leader. You should establish your authority in the world. This battle is up to you!"
"Thank you Master!"
The person who stood up was naturally Yang Dingtian. He joined the Ming Cult at a young age; at the age of twenty, he became a disciple of the leader of the Yi Cult; at the age of thirty, he became the left envoy of the Ming Cult and became famous all over the world; at the age of thirty-five, he became the right envoy, just a few steps away from the leader of the Ming Cult.
Just one step away. Today, he is forty-two years old. But his skills are extremely profound, no worse than Master Yi. In the sect, some people even say privately that he is the number one master of the Ming Cult.
. But only he knows that maybe his internal strength is not weak to his mentor, but without the Great Shift, he will not be his mentor's opponent at all.
"Please give me some advice, Mr. Wu!"
Looking at Yang Dingtian, who was younger than himself, Mr. Kongtong Divine Fist Wu shouted three times, but everyone could hear the anger in his words. It was true. He originally competed with the Master of Clothes, but now he ran away
Isn't it obvious that the disciple of Master Yi looked down on others? How could he not be angry? But Yang Dingtian was not afraid at all and punched him first.
Mr. Wu's punch was the Kongtong Divine Fist Seven Injury Fist. This punch was powerful, but the technique was mediocre. It was just a simple straight punch. But before his fist even touched, Yang Dingtian felt the impact of his fist.
He was surprised by the inexplicable power of his fist. He immediately retracted his fist, lowered his body, and passed through. Then he kicked Mr. Wu in the back.
Mr. Wu didn't expect that Yang Dingtian would hide, but his reaction was not slow. He naturally took a few steps forward, dodged Yang Dingtian's kick, and then turned around and punched him.
Yang Dingtian did not dare to meet his seven-injury fist, so he had to use his speed to dodge and then quickly fight back. In this way, the two of them went back and forth, and in a short time they had fought hundreds of moves, but neither of them could do anything to the other.
The reputation of the Seven Injury Fist has become so great in recent years that very few people in the world can take on the Seven Injury Fist. Of course, not everyone can take on the Seven Injury Fist. The Master Yi who is watching the battle on the sidelines and Zhang Junbao in the room can all take on Wu.
The Master's Seven-Injury Fist hurts himself first and then the enemy. It's just other people. I'm afraid they don't have this ability. At least Yang Dingtian thinks that he can't catch the Seven-Injury Fist without getting hurt.
During the fight, Yang Dingtian's speed became faster and faster, and Mr. Wu gradually couldn't keep up with his speed. It just so happened that although the Seven Injury Fist was powerful, it destroyed the true energy, especially when the power of the fist was fully exerted.
At this time, it will cause certain damage to oneself, unless his own true energy reaches an extremely strong level. Mr. Wu cannot reach this level, so after he performed hundreds of moves of the Seven Injury Fist, it is inevitable that his true energy will be exhausted.
Seizing an opportunity, Yang Dingtian kicked Mr. Wu in the abdomen, and then kicked him hard with both feet, kicking him out. Mr. Wu vomited blood in the air, and his face turned ashen when he fell to the ground.
"Haha..." On the other side of the sects, everyone had ugly expressions, while the leader of Yijiao laughed endlessly. He stepped forward and patted Yang Dingtian on the shoulder, saying: "Okay, okay, okay. As expected of me, the bright right figure of the Ming Cult."
Not only is your kungfu strong, but your brain is also very good."
The Master Yi praised his disciple so much, obviously mocking Mr. Wu for being stupid. This made people from several sects very angry, but they had agreed beforehand that they would win two out of three battles, and now they have lost two battles. If it were normal
, they must attack with all their strength in order to kill a few people, but now they are surrounded by people from the Mingjiao Five Elements Banner, how dare they move around.
"Now, our Ming Cult has defeated several major sects and evil forces, and you are the only ones left. Who among you will come up?" Master Yi was very high-spirited at this time. With a wave of his hand, the Four Dharma Kings and others behind him suddenly jumped up and inserted themselves.
He walked into the center of the crowd and faced the big man holding the dragon-slaying knife.
This big man had been anxious since just now, thinking about how to retreat. But now he saw that there was no chance. Facing the four great dharma kings of Mingjiao, his face was extremely ugly, so he had to obediently thrust the dragon-slaying knife into the ground.
Seeing that he was sensible, the people ignored him and reached out to grab the dragon-slaying knife on the ground. But at this moment, a rapid sound of iron hooves suddenly came from the distance, and then the loud word "kill" resounded through the sky.
"It's the Mongolian cavalry!" Master Yi said with an ugly face, "Asshole! Where are the spies from the Five Elements Banner? Didn't I ask them to monitor the surroundings? Why didn't they come to report when the Mongolian cavalry approached?"
At this time, no one would answer the Master Yi. In fact, it was them, the martial arts people, who regarded the Meng Yuan court as idiots. How could the Dragon Sword incident not attract the attention of the court? They paid attention.
Naturally, he will make up his mind. The simple one is to send people to seize the dragon-slaying knife, and the smart one is to send a large army to strangle the martial arts people here to end it once and for all.
When the Mongolian and Yuan armies attacked, everyone panicked, and the Mingjiao lost their arrogance. The leader of Yi personally clasped his fists at everyone and discussed countermeasures with them. Everyone shared the same hatred at this time, and soon reached a consensus, and then headed in the same direction together
Go. It's just that these people are members of the martial arts community after all, so there are no rules. You can explain it. Except for the Five Elements Flag, he waved the flag and other people had no rules. They walked in a mess.
In the inn, Zhang Junbao frowned when he knew that Meng Yuan was here. He turned to Yu Lianzhou who was writing on the side and said: "Disciple, don't go out in the room. If you have something to do for me, just go back!"
Zhang Junbao nodded, jumped out of the room, then spun around in the air and jumped up to the roof of the inn without even landing, looking into the distance.
