Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Battles Self-evident
Unlike Yang Ze, Shui Ziming's face was a bit gloomy. He did not expect that Yang Ze would persist to this point, nor did he expect that Yang Ze would become his opponent at this time.
However, Shui Ziming soon adjusted his mentality. Since Yang Ze let him meet him, it was just right. Taking this opportunity, he must deal with Yang Ze properly.
Anyway, in this martial arts competition, it is normal for swords and guns to be blind, and it is normal to have real fire in the ring, and it is too late to stop the attack. You cannot kill people, but it is completely allowed to accidentally miss the opponent and seriously injure the opponent.
Shui Ziming began to think about this matter. He was not worried at all that he would lose to Yang Ze. In his opinion, this was simply impossible. He was a half-step master in refining the true essence. How could he lose to a person?
In the hands of a registered disciple of the ninth level of true vitality.
Yang Ze looked at Shui Ziming with a gloomy expression, and knew without thinking that Shui Ziming must be planning some bad things. He was not afraid that Shui Ziming was planning these things, because at the same time, he was also thinking about how to give Shui Ziming
Arrange something.
Before taking action, the two of them had their own thoughts and stared at each other, with fighting spirit rising in their eyes.
When the deacon in the audience saw this situation, he already felt something was wrong. Several outer disciples cooperated with him to control every corner of the arena to avoid emergencies later.
With an order, the competition began. Shui Ziming and Yang Ze rushed out at the same time. At that moment, the momentum of the two of them exploded to their peak state. Their fists and palms intertwined and collided with each other.
Bang bang bang!
Two figures collided head-on on the ring. You slapped me and I punched you. The fight was extremely fierce.
Yang Ze struck out with a palm, and the palm wind carried the true energy, lifting a layer of the surface of the arena. Shui Ziming dodged Yang Ze's palm force on one side of his body.
Shui Ziming punched out, the wind roared, the true energy was shaken out from the punch, and a big hole was made on the ground of the arena under the bombardment of the true energy.
Even Yang Ze didn't dare to meet Shui Ziming's fist head-on, so he had to move back to avoid Shui Ziming's attack.
After dozens of rounds of back and forth battles, Yang Ze was also shocked by Shui Ziming's strength. This person was able to occupy a place among the top 100 named disciples last time, and now he has broken through to the half-step first rank. He is indeed very powerful.
After several fights, Yang Ze relied on the Spin Breaking Front Step and Shui Ziming to deal with it, but there were already signs of being at a disadvantage. If this continued for a long time, he would definitely lose.
At this time, Shui Ziming's attack with his fists became even more fierce. There was a layer of true energy wrapped around his fists. He punched out suddenly, and the fierce wind of the fist swept out. Along with it, there were a large number of
True Yuan.
Yang Ze's eyes were a little solemn, and he created a gust of wind with a palm of his right hand, but he couldn't resist the blowing wind at all, and quickly retreated towards the back.
After taking only a few steps back, Yang Ze flipped into the air to avoid the true energy attack. He landed behind Shui Ziming and struck Shui Ziming in the back with his right hand.
Shui Ziming turned around and punched. There was a wave in his fist that was shaken together with the punch. Yang Ze quickly punched out with his other hand. He withstood the wave with both palms, but his body was shaken back a little.
distance.
Using both arms to remove the wave, Yang Ze saw that the two sleeves of his clothes had been completely shattered.
I was quite surprised. The power of true energy was indeed much stronger than true energy.
The water in front of him Ziming has refined his true energy, and he has stepped into the realm of the first-level half-step. Each attack requires him to consume a lot of true energy to offset it.
Seeing Yang Ze's struggling look, Shui Ziming sneered.
"Give up, you are no match for me. There is no way to bridge the gap between the ninth level of true vitality and the half-step first level!"
"You have to fight to know whether you are an opponent or not."
There was no intention on Yang Ze's face, the Qi Nourishing Technique was running, and the aura on his body climbed to the peak level again. He waved his palms, and the power of his palms exploded, surrounding him, forming a cyclone barrier to protect himself.
Then he directly pressed out his palms, and all the true energy surrounding him was blasted out. At the moment when it was blasted out, a layer of the surface of the arena was lifted directly, and it hit Shui Ziming.
Shui Ziming snorted coldly, and struck out a burst of true energy from his hand. The layer of ground that rolled up exploded as soon as it reached him, turning into a thick rolling mist.
In the thick fog, Shui Ziming's vision was blurred, and he couldn't see the surrounding scene clearly for a moment. However, his ears heard the sound of several breaking winds, and he concentrated his mind and quickly reached out with his hands.
There was real energy condensed in the palms of his hands, and he followed the positions where the breaking wind sounds came from, and took out the attacks directly from the source of those sounds.
Several attacks hit the palm of his hand, but did not cause him any injuries. Shui Ziming looked at his palm, and there were only a few small white dots on it.
However, the attack was not over yet. More and more wind-breaking sounds were heard. Shui Ziming frowned and kept resisting. However, no matter how he resisted, he would always be negligent.
In this thick fog, there were several attacks that he failed to catch, and finally landed on him, penetrating his clothes and poking several small holes in his skin.
Feeling the pain, Shui Ziming looked fierce and shouted angrily: "Hidden, Yang Ze, is this your method? Do you think these little tricks of yours can threaten me? I'll let you see, I
What does real strength look like?"
He had just finished speaking, but before he could take action, suddenly Yang Ze's figure jumped out from the thick fog in front of him, and appeared together with Yang Ze, and a flash of sword light.
Holding a long sword in his hand, Yang Ze rushed in front of Shui Ziming, and slashed out with a fierce tiger slash down the mountain. The light of the sword fell, and the sword energy burst out, directly slashing towards Shui Ziming's head.
Shui Ziming's eyes flashed, and the moment the long knife appeared, he quickly felt a murderous intention coming, and activated all the true energy in his body without thinking.
He suddenly grabbed out his palms, and the sword energy hit his palms, causing them to collapse.
Shui Ziming's hand still didn't stop and continued to grab it. When Yang Ze's long knife fell, he clamped his palms and clamped the long knife in his hand.
The true energy from his palm poured out, and the gap that originally existed on Yang Ze's long knife was widened. The blade was instantly covered with cracks, and with a click, the long knife shattered.
The long sword that accompanied Yang Ze from Yuyang City to Piao Miao Martial Academy was finally destroyed at this time.
At the critical moment, before Shui Ziming made a move, Yang Ze threw the broken hilt of the knife with his right hand and pulled it behind him, causing the black cloth behind him to fly up.
He stretched out his hand to grab it, and the scabbard behind him moved. The Bloody Sword, which had been sealed for several months, was finally unsheathed at this time.
There was a flash of light from the sword, and the moment the Bloody Sword appeared, a bloody aura emanated from the blade. When Shui Ziming felt this bloody aura, his expression was in a trance.
In such a dazed moment, Yang Ze seized this opportunity, and with a move of the Xue Sha Dao in his hand, Tiger Kill was executed by Yang Ze with the Xue Sha Dao at this moment.
The moment he waved the long knife, Shui Ziming returned to his normal state. When he saw the knife slashing towards his body, the true energy in his palm faced the slash.
As a result, Shui Ziming regretted it the moment the two parties touched each other.
The sharp edge on the Xue Sha knife burst out, and the true energy in Shui Ziming's palm was unable to escape under this sharp edge. Although Shui Ziming's hand was withdrawn, the knife still left a wound on his palm.
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The wound was sealed with the real energy in his hand. Shui Ziming retreated suddenly, his face was very ugly, and he said word by word: "This is a sharp weapon!"
Shui Ziming's heart was full of horror. Apart from sharp weapons, he could not imagine that a nine-stage true energy like Yang Ze had any ability to break his own true energy.
He even didn't expect that Yang Ze had a weapon in his hand. Every sharp weapon was very expensive. The sharp weapon in Yang Ze's hand didn't look like an ordinary sharp weapon. Why could he have such a sharp weapon?
Yang Ze's eyes were fixed on Shui Ziming. He had been holding back until now to use this bloody sword, just to catch the enemy off guard. Now it seems that the effect is quite good.
Sure enough, using the Blood-Destroying Sword as his trump card was the right choice. With the Blood-Destroying Sword in hand and half a step of the true essence of a first-level warrior, he had a way to deal with it.
"Shui Ziming, can you still laugh now?" Yang Ze waved the Xuesha knife in his right hand, and the true energy was injected into the Xuesha knife, and the aura on the knife became a little stronger.
Shui Ziming did not answer Yang Ze's words. He frowned tightly, spread his arms, and released all the true energy in his body at this moment without reservation.
Both palms were suddenly pushed forward, and the true energy formed a wave. Under this wave, the entire arena shook violently, and a wave of air blasted towards Yang Ze.
The long knife in Yang Ze's hand moved. This time, he no longer used the tiger down the mountain, but used the windward slash that he had never used in front of others!
As soon as Yingfeng slashed with his sword, the entire arena was immediately filled with killing intent. After the killing intent, a sword aura was derived, lingering around the blade.
The moment this scene appeared, the deacons and outer disciples in the audience were looking at Yang Ze intently, and even the elders on the high platform were looking sideways.
Although this attack was nothing to them, the killing intent that broke out at this moment made them feel a pure artistic conception.
"This boy is practicing He Wushu. He is actually able to have such murderous intention. If he is not controlled, something will happen in the future." An elder stared at Yang Ze and said seriously.