Chapter 42 Dragon and tiger capture, horizontal training to show power
"It's better to choose a day than to hit the sun. If you want to die, I am free today and can send you to reincarnation."
Ji Yuan's voice was slightly cold, and he looked past Yang Xiu and locked onto the middle-aged man behind him.
This man has dark skin, thick bones, and a cold expression, vaguely bearing the iron-blooded look of a warrior on the battlefield.
There is no doubt that it is a tricky idea.
Ji Yuan's palm holding the saber suddenly tightened, and his thumb pushed the saber out of its sheath.
The other party's martial arts level is definitely much higher than yours!
Two Realms Tongmai?
Or a blood exchange among the three realms?
Then, he couldn't help but think that Liang Guogong once took charge of the three guards.
Go north and defeat the barbarians, then put down the rebellion in the southwest.
In the Ministry of War, in all parts of the military, there are countless generals who are willing to consider themselves as his lackeys.
The generals and guards in the mansion are mostly veterans who have retired from the Jiubian Army Town.
"The Great Perfection of Internal Refining? I heard that you were the Great Perfection of External Refining before you entered the Martial Arts Hall.
It’s only been a while, but there has been another breakthrough in martial arts. It is worthy of the evaluation of martial arts of high quality!
Could it be that Wei Yang is training you as a closed disciple? No wonder he refused the invitation from the Duke’s Mansion!"
The middle-aged man raised his head and said.
"Who is your Excellency?"
Ji Yuan asked deliberately.
"Wang Wu of a certain family is a general of the Liang Kingdom and a follower of Master Xiu."
The middle-aged man also did not hide his identity.
He is the Tongmai of the two realms.
Thirty-six energy meridians have already been condensed, and the physical body is like armor. It is truly invulnerable, and one can fight against a hundred.
Refining in Jiyuan District.
You don't deserve to be taken seriously by him at all.
No matter how talented you are.
You have to grow up before you can count.
"It turns out he is a general from the Duke's mansion."
The corner of Ji Yuan's mouth curled up, and the image of the Emperor's Dao in the sea of consciousness rippled endlessly.
"Another Wubai destiny number...about the same as Cheng Baihu, but the energy and blood seem to be weaker."
Ji Yuan's eyes flashed and he said calmly:
"As the saying goes, if the road goes toward the sky on each side, the young master from the Duke's family came to the outer city to block my way. What is this saying?"
Without waiting for Wang Wu to answer, Yang Xiu took a step forward.
His voice didn't sound like a young man's, it was very hoarse:
"Ji Jiulang, I lost to you in archery last time. I was a little unconvinced.
Later, I went back and tried to pull the iron bow. Although I could fire an arrow five hundred paces away, my accuracy was far off.
I admit that my shooting skills are not as good as others in my first attempt.
Before the ring battle, how about we find some time to have some fun?"
Ji Yuan looked calm and asked casually:
“Okay, do you want to sign a life and death certificate?
If you sign it, I would be willing to practice with Master Xiu."
When Yang Xiu heard this, two fierce lights immediately appeared in his eyes.
He vaguely sensed Ji Yuan's hidden murderous intent and grinned:
"Do we have any big grudge?"
Ji Yuan asked back:
"Of those people you played tricks with, how many are disabled? How many are dead?
Master Xiu, I want to teach you a lesson today.
Under the law of heaven, human life is as cheap as grass.
Everyone has only one choice, and the same is true for the people in the Duke of Liang's Mansion.
You can play it if you want, but you'd better think carefully about whether you will lose and whether you can afford to lose?!"
Ji Yuan had met one or two people like Yang Xiu in his previous life.
Full of aggression, easily driven by emotions, without a clear concept of good and evil, and unable to understand emotions in the usual sense.
In short, he is seriously ill.
They are like young children laughing while scalding an ant nest with boiling water.
I don't feel like I did anything wrong.
For Yang Xiu, killing or maiming a person is no different from deliberately stepping on an ant.
He will find it interesting.
As for whether the ant being stepped on dies or becomes disabled, what does it have to do with you?
Therefore, the generals in Tianjing City treat him like a mad dog.
"Ji Jiulang, you are truly my confidant!
I finally understand what Ping'er means when she says, "We meet so late, we'll see you again in the ring!"
With his eyes flashing like green phosphorous fire, Yang Xiu shook his head and turned around to leave.
Suddenly, the head on his neck looked back like a wolf, staring straight at Ji Yuan.
He twisted his body violently and put a little force on his feet, shaking up a large amount of dust.
The blue brocade robe was shaking wildly, the dragon's spine moved his waist, and his figure flashed forward, like an angry dragon soaring into the sky.
Only in an instant!
Powerful Qi and blood spurted out, the big green and black tendons were twisted into a ball, the five fingers turned into claws, and fell down on the head!
If you grasp it properly now, your body of steel and iron will be able to dig out several bloody holes!
"I just know that dogs can't change from eating shit."
Ji Yuan had already been on guard.
The Hundred-Refined Sword slung around his waist came out of its sheath and turned into a sharp sword!
Tsk tsk tsk!
This sword is transformed into an air-splitting palm move, which is so hard and fast that it seems to cut through the air.
Under the infusion of deep inner energy, even fine iron can be cut off!
Yang Xiu's will-o'-the-wisp eyes suddenly burst out, and his steps changed.
Like a dragon soaring, like a tiger leaping, you should hold your body in just the right place to stop your momentum.
The essence of boxing and kicking skills actually lies in the lower body.
Because power originates from the earth.
When Liang Guogong was young, he conquered all the three prefectures and relied on the dragon and tiger capture skills. This was the case.
The main purpose is to practice the dragon form and the tiger step.
After that, Yang Xiu's neck shrunk and his body became shorter.
It's like disappearing out of thin air and sliding to the side.
Ji Yuan failed to make a horizontal cut with a hundred refined swords, but he knew something was wrong.
After experiencing the mountains of corpses and seas of blood at Shuofeng Pass, he not only honed his archery skills, but also accumulated a lot of fighting experience.
He immediately stood up, turned around, and whipped out his left leg like an iron whip.
The air flow exploded like a firecracker, and Yang Xiu was kicked with a "pop" sound.
This righteous son of the Liang Kingdom is worthy of having swallowed the inner elixir of the horned python with strong muscles and bones.
Groups of muscles bulged, and the heavy strength was forcibly lost.
Immediately, his hands reached out, and as fast as lightning, he used the word-wrapping technique in the grapple.
The dry palm grabbed Ji Yuan's arm.
Under the stimulation of internal energy, lift it up, put it down, and drag it hard.
If this were a weak internal martial artist, one of his arms would be torn off on the spot.
But Ji Yuan is a man of steel and iron, perfecting the Dzogchen on the outside.
In addition, I have practiced "Tiger Roaring Golden Bell", and I have a solid and horizontally trained physique, which is very tenacious!
"Let go!"
Ji Yuan gave a low drink, his muscles twisted like a small snake.
The deep inner energy in the limbs exploded, and the skin surface glowed with a light golden red color.
With the muscles all over his body shaking violently, he suddenly broke away from Yang Xiu's wrapping technique.
Afterwards, Ji Yuan held the knife in his backhand, bent his elbow and struck forward.
Boom!
Just like Hong Zhong Da Lu!
The hard knife handle hit Yang Xiu's chest, making a muffled sound like the roar of gold and iron.
Ji Yuan's eyes were filled with murderous intent, so he took advantage of the situation and took another step forward. He clasped his left and right hands together, and the sharp blade was just a hair away from grazing Yang Xiu's neck.
clang!
Someone put a finger against his Hundred Refined Sword.
Charge up a bullet!
The powerful inner energy shook the blade, almost tearing the tiger's mouth apart.
Ji Yuan groaned, and his internal organs were trembling.
If he hadn't perfected his internal training and had a strong body through the "Tiger Roaring Golden Bell", he would have been seriously injured.
Even so, he still held on to the Hundred Refined Sword and wouldn't let go.
Twist, take a wrong step, step forward!
The muscles in his two arms were knotted, and his whole body seemed to have grown taller and bigger.
A surge of blood surged violently, pushing the blade hard.
Chi!
The thick black finger that was against the blade instantly cracked, and then even the bones were cut off!
What about the meridians?
Still kill him with one sword!
"Little bastard! You are looking for death!"
Caught off guard, one of his fingers was cut off, severe pain came through, and Wang Wu roared furiously.
The powerful internal organs stirred up the air current, making the narrow alley walls rattle.
I saw his five fingers pinched together into a fist, and it was like a hammer weighing several hundred kilograms and was smashed down!
But Ji Yuan reacted faster. Before Wang Wu took action, he said in a very cold and fast voice:
"Kill the candidates of the Jiangwu Hall for no reason! Give him the death penalty! Injure the candidates of the Jiangwu Hall for no reason and send him to prison!"
What's more, I am still a Tiqi from Fusi in Beizhen. If you, a slave general, attack an official of the imperial court, not only will you be torn apart, cut into pieces, and cut in half, but your entire family will be exiled... You have to think carefully."
When the words "capital punishment" and "prison" fell into his ears, Wang Wu stopped and his hammer-like fist could no longer move forward.
The palm was bleeding profusely, and a severed finger fell to the ground.
But so what?
"You are such a powerful character, Ji Jiulang."
Yang Xiu touched his neck, and there was a faint hint of bright red.