"You are such a genius, how dare you show off in front of the uncle!"
Fang Qi became very angry when he saw Sikong Jian, and immediately offered his Dharma sign. The bluestone beneath his feet was instantly stepped on with spider-like cracks, and there was a loud bang. He had used the force of the recoil to jump up and run as fast as he could.
Wanjun Thunder.
The phantom of the giant spirit behind him is seven or eight feet tall. He holds a giant ax to the sky with both hands, and the shadow of the ax is flying, echoing the copper stick in his hand.
Fang Qi had already used his ability to suppress the bottom of the box, with a murderous intent and a mighty force of the stick, covering the entire Qizhou Crossing. This stick seemed to have moved all the mountains of a hundred thousand miles over and poured them down!
Earth-level martial arts·Guotie Bahuang!
The crazy air waves made Sikong Jian's hair fly. He squinted his eyes and did not dodge. His hanging right hand gradually clenched into a fist.
"Arrogant!"
Fang Qi's eyes widened. His blow was more than enough to level at least half of Qizhou City, not to mention shattering mountains and breaking seas. But how dare this monster dare to be so powerful and try to resist with his own body?
Clang! The giant ax in the palm of the giant spirit fell violently, and the sound of the breaking wind was like the roar of a ferocious tiger. However, the scene where the needle pointed against the wheat awns as imagined did not happen. The two figures in the air were intertwined, and the sky was filled with blood mist in an instant.<
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After one move, Sikong Jian's right hand had been cut off at shoulder level!
"Oh, I thought you had some extraordinary abilities, but I didn't expect you were just a idiot." Fang Qi slapped the copper stick as if to demonstrate, shaking off the blood stains on it, "I will blow your head off with the next stick!"<
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Sikong Jian lowered his head to look at his empty right shoulder, and suddenly grinned: "That's such a pity, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to use the second blow."
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"Still talking tough." Fang Qi bullied him again, this time he would not miss the mark again.
"Suffer death!"
The copper stick streaked across the sky, and the distance between the two sides was rapidly shortening.
Ten feet, nine feet, eight feet...
Sikong Jian still didn't dodge. He looked past Fang Qi and looked directly in the direction of Bianjing City.
According to his original plan, when Shen Xu succeeded, he should have already taken care of Fang Qi and a group of soldiers. However, due to the appearance of Ning Yan, there was a time lag in the actions of both parties, which was equivalent to detonating the situation in advance.
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This means that masters at the level of Five Dou Xingjun are about to join the battlefield.
The prestige of Demonic Heart Tribulation may have made them fearful before, but after Princess Youqing's accident, it is impossible for these people to sit still.
Five feet, four feet, three feet...
The momentum condensed on the copper rod became more and more violent, and Sikong Jian couldn't help but feel a great deal of pressure. He didn't want to start the Taoist ceremony now, after all, he would probably have to fight against the Five Star Lords later, but time was running out and he could no longer make detailed plans.
, we can only try our best to make a surprise move.
As for the success of the Taoist ceremony, he was not too worried. Mother Wusheng had already told him the answer.
This trip will definitely happen.
The light is flowing, and the difference between the two sides is only one foot!
A lotus mark suddenly erupted from Sikong Jian's child hole. He looked directly into Fang Qi's eyes and shouted: "Cause and effect are established, it's determined!"
His empty remaining sleeves fluttered violently, and countless invisible threads came out of his shoulders, twisted into a sharp spear, and pierced directly through Fang Qi's heart.
Fang Qi felt a chill on his spine, and in a flash he completely lost control of his body!
"You, what kind of evil method is this..."
He opened and closed his mouth stiffly, unable to use any strength in his five fingers. The copper stick fell from his hand and hit deeply into the ground.
Sikong Jian said coldly: "You are really noisy."
Fang Qi wanted to curse a few more words, but suddenly found that his right hand was raised uncontrollably, and the next second it hit his throat hard. The severe pain made him lose his voice on the spot.
Phew, finally clean...
Sikong Jian has wanted to do this for a long time. He was chased and sprayed all the way just now. Although he may not take it to heart, he is somewhat unhappy.
If Fang Qi is still alive after what happened here, he plans to let this guy run naked around Bianjing City twice to experience death in various senses.
Seeing that the two most capable fighters in the field were captured by Sikong Jian, the military formation that could barely maintain itself was about to collapse, and soldiers even ran away.
"Move like a mountain! Form a formation!"
Wang Ren waved the military flag vigorously, but at this moment there were only a few people willing to obey the flag's movement, which made him anxious.
You must know that the only way for ordinary warriors to fight against top masters is to gather the true energy in one place through the method of combined attacks, otherwise they will not be able to break through the opponent's defense. What's more, warriors who have reached the sixth level or above can communicate with the world and cultivate themselves.
Because the higher the speed, the faster the recovery speed. If you don't increase the intensity, you may not be exhausted even if the avenue is wiped out.
"Li Fang! Bao Jun! Yi Maoxun!..."
He called out the names of his soldiers one by one, trying to bring them back to their senses, but it was all in vain.
Sikong Jian also noticed this Feizhou Dutou who was running around and shouting in the crowd. After observing it for a while, he suddenly felt that it was boring.
This reminded him of the past when his village was robbed when he was a child.
For most children who grew up on Lingnan Road, it is not unusual for their villages to be robbed. The terrain there is rugged, mountainous and forested, and some villages are not even recorded on the local county map, so they naturally become ruthless bandits.
Regular customers.
Therefore, he has been thinking about a problem for a long time.
Why are seven or eight knife-wielding gangsters able to get whatever they want in the village? The wealthy and gentry who usually run rampant are obedient in the face of oppression, while the rogue villains who claim to be heroes dare not speak out in this crisis.
Obviously there are only seven or eight of them.
Later, the enlightenment teacher who took him out of Jieshi Village told him that this was because the villagers were not educated and therefore could not sacrifice their lives for righteousness. This was not the villagers' fault.
"Then how can we prevent everyone from suffering from banditry?" he asked.
"It's too early to say this now. I'll devote myself to studying the classics of the saints. When one day I can understand the unity of mind, nature, knowledge and action, I will naturally find a way to save the world and the people." The teacher said.
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Later, Sikong Jian accidentally embarked on a completely different path, and the saint's classics were thrown away by him, leaving only the confusion of his childhood that would reappear in his mind from time to time.
He has walked this journey from Jieshi Village to Qizhou City for twenty-eight years, until now, he has found the answer.
After all, my husband was wrong. There is no difference between the arrogant and powerful generals of Gyeonggi Province and the foolish men of Jieshi Village. Most people in the world are like this. They cannot bear the eight hardships in life and will always sink in desire.
It turns out that the outside world is just a larger Jieshi Village.
Sikong Jian raised his remaining left hand, with the five fingers slightly folded inward, and lacking the auxiliary left hand of his right hand. At this time, his Tai Chi seal looked awkward and stupid.
Cui Huaipo was the best in martial arts, and Fang Qi was the most courageous in the army. By capturing them both, Dao Yi became the majority. Si Tianjian chose to seal off Qizhou Ferry, which unintentionally helped him a lot. Motivated by Sikong Jian's thoughts, Cui Huaipo and Fang Qi suddenly burst out with dense threads, entangled with cause and effect, and everyone at the ferry was connected together.
Connecting so many people with threads is a big burden for him. If he hadn't used the Three Yang Blood Sacrifice to strengthen his spiritual thoughts, this one would have been enough for him to explode and die.
Feeling that the effect of the Three Yang Blood Sacrifice was fading rapidly, Sikong Jian calmed down and recited piously: "The harmony of Yin and Yang creates the universe..."
As his prayer came to an end, the howling wind gradually subsided, the moving clouds stopped, and time seemed to have frozen.
Suddenly, a ray of white light broke through the clouds and hit Sikong Jian's forehead directly. A third eye appeared between his eyebrows, and three different-colored lotus flowers emerged from the three eyes at the same time.
The green lotus holds the light, and the past is clear.
The red lotus destroys evil and brings peace and happiness in this world.
White lotus purifies the spirit, and the future is boundless.
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