After Guishou saw Ling Jie's determination, he punched Feng Chu again without saying a word. This time the punch was harder and more powerful.
The ghost hand was still ten meters away, and Ling Jie had already felt the powerful power of his punch. For his punch, Ling Jie was not sure of the next step, and a smile appeared on his lips, feeling lonely and sad.
Life is inherently full of contradictions, and no one can do anything about it.
Ling Jie sighed and started coughing again. The constant coughing made his pale face turn a sickly red color, as if the flames in hell were burning his body and soul.
Others may not be able to see it, but Ling Jie knew that this punch was a life-or-death punch. If he could not withstand this punch, he would die.
"Wow..."
There was a bone-chilling sound, and the sky was like a big vat. A big hole was pierced with a crash, and then endless white snow began to fall. The snow became heavier and heavier.
In an instant, the weather changed from heaven to earth.
The cold wind is like a knife, treating the earth as a chopping board and treating all living beings as fish and meat. Thousands of miles of flying snow turns the sky into a furnace and melts all things into silver.
The snow is about to stop, but the wind is still unsteady. Ling Jie holds the Green Mango Divine Sword in his hand and walks towards the ghost hand step by step, as if he is the only god in the world. The cold sword edge cuts the ice and snow on the ground, but it cannot break the ice and snow in the world.
lonely.
"Behead for injury!" Ling Jie read out three words slowly, raised the green sword in his hand high, and then slashed it down at the speed of lightning.
This sword absorbed all the coldness in the world, and all the coldness in the world seemed to be absorbed by this sword. The power of this sword was as strong as one shot of a thousand, and it actually did not retreat at all when encountering the ghost's fist, and the stalemate lasted for a long time.
Later, there was a faint tendency to change from retreat to advance.
"Very good, the younger generation's sharpness is really stronger than the last! This is the first time that someone can block two consecutive punches from my ghost hand! But I entered the Tao with fists, and I have spent my life studying boxing strength. Let's see how hard you can withstand -
—Thunder Wanjun•Broken!"
The ghost hand shouted softly, and the fist that was originally pressed against the green light suddenly emitted a chanting sound. In an instant, it burst out with a force several times stronger. The power collapsed and directly knocked Ling Jie's green light away. Ling Jie's body could not stand steadily, so he had to
He stepped back and took twenty-five steps before stopping.
"Break again!" This time the ghost hand didn't give Ling Jie time to breathe. Just as he stopped with one punch, he followed up with another punch.
Ling Jie was just about to resist when Ziyu said, "Stop!"
After shouting, the two voices seemed to turn into two solid fonts, with a torrent of accents, which directly dispersed the power of Gui Shou's punch. Gui Shou stopped in shock and looked at it in amazement.
Ziyu seemed not to have expected that this woman had such magical powers. She could disperse the power of her fists with just a loud shout!
It is impossible for such a master not to attract Gui Shou's attention. Such masters will threaten Gui Shou's life. How can he not pay attention to it?
"Who are you?" Guishou finally asked Ziyu, becoming curious about her identity.
Ziyu said calmly, "I am Ziyu, the master of the Jade Wind Hall under the Catholic Church."
"You are the leader of Yufeng Hall. I have heard for a long time that Catholicism has a strong foundation and there are endless masters. It seems that I have to believe it today. This matter has nothing to do with you. You'd better not wade into this muddy water."
Ziyu ignored Guishou and turned her gaze to Ling Jie and Feng Chu, "Ling Jie, you and Feng Chu alone can't defeat the three of them. Even if Zhuge Qinglong and the three of them are not injured, they will definitely not be able to defeat them."
He will be the opponent of the three of them. There has never been an exception for the people killed in the thirteen rounds. If you support Feng Chu today, you will be dead."
After Ling Jie coughed, he smiled miserably, "There is no way, I can't betray Ling Jie's definition of a brother, even at the cost of my life. Once I betray this definition, I will not be able to win the trust of the people in the world. The reason why there were so many in the past
Brothers follow me and fight for me through life and death, just because all brothers know that I, Ling Jie, value love and righteousness. Although it is not as good as in the past and the situation is declining, I cannot abandon my roots. "
Ziyu nodded frequently, "I'll show you a way to survive, are you willing?"
"Please give Ziyu some advice."
"Our Catholic faith towards our brothers is the same as the definition you just made. As long as you become a Catholic now, I will have reason to protect your escape!"
“How to Become a Catholic?”
"It's a verbal promise and I'll be the witness. That's it!"
Ling Jie thought for a moment and asked, "Since Ziyu has such magical powers, why don't you help me escape now? I, Ling Jie, will remember your great kindness today, so why bother with it."
Ziyu shook her head and said, "Even if I can save you now, I will save you in my own name. Even if I dare not fight against the Thirteenth Bureau alone, no one in the world dares to fight against the Thirteenth Bureau alone. If you
Join the Catholic Church and I can help you escape in the name of the Catholic Church. The Catholic Church is not afraid of the Thirteenth Round! Do you understand?"
Ling Jie suddenly realized, "So that's it."
Although Ling Jie is a principled person, he also knows that life is precious. If there is a chance to escape, he must fight for it no matter what. What he is worried about is that Catholicism is a huge whirlpool. Once he steps into it, he will have to fight for it.
It's difficult to pull it out.
As the saying goes, it is easy to enter the world of martial arts, but it is difficult to withdraw from the world of martial arts. How many people in the world of martial arts have died well in history?
The Catholic Church is not even afraid of a national organization like the Thirteenth Bureau, which shows how deep the murky waters within it are.
Ghost Hand sighed, "Ling Jie, you are betraying your country to survive! If you think about it clearly, you still have a way out, but once you set foot on this road, you will fall into a life of pursuit and killing with no peace in the future. The country will not
I will forgive you."
Feng Chu seemed to feel that Ling Jie was very excited, and immediately grabbed Ling Jie's arm, "Live first, then make plans. I, Feng Chu, owe you a great favor today, and I will repay it in the future. Make plans before taking action!"
Fu Nan also said, "Ling Jie, you have to think clearly. Even if the Catholic Church is powerful, at most it is just a gangster organization that operates in the dark. It is absolutely unable to compete with a country. Sooner or later, it will destroy its own
life."
The blacksmith took a deep breath and said, "Ling Jie, think carefully."
Zhuge Qing said, "Ling Jie, you can't treason, you can't betray the country that has raised you for decades. No, once you do this... your treasonous crimes will immediately appear in various media around the world, and you will become the world's
The scorn of the world."
Zhuge Qinglong also said, "What my sister said makes sense, Ling Jie, be careful!"
Bing Po said, "If I were you, I wouldn't do this!"
Ziyu sighed softly. Lingjie sensed that she had something to say, so he looked up and heard Ziyu say, "Listen to the deepest voice in your heart. That voice is the answer."