final catastrophe

Chapter 291 114. Draw the ground as a prison and defeat you again

At the sword gate, Yang Mian, the chief of "Great Skills and No Work", snorted softly, and then stepped onto the stage in the middle. Every step gave people an extremely heavy feeling, and there was incomparable power in this heaviness.

If the previous Zhao Zilong was an agile cheetah, then with a giant bear who is obviously powerful.

There are three schools of swords.

Feng Ji's Chief Yan Kezhou was beheaded by Xia Ji.

Zang Lei's chief Chu Yun was also defeated by him.

Therefore, this time Yang Mian also came with the idea of ​​pulling back a round.

Otherwise, Jian Yimen will be completely reduced to a stepping stone for the man in front of him to become famous all over the world.

He has been practicing swords all the year round, he is extremely good at swords, and admitting defeat does not exist.

At the beginning, I thought that this young Wudang teacher was just a young man who got his ambitions and was extremely arrogant, but after a conversation with Qiao Qingfeng the eve of the eve, he knew the weight this man was carrying. Wouldn't it be a dead end for him to go here alone?

Don't you want to protect Wudang with mere self?
He is facing the world at this time, although there is some reluctance to compromise, but most of the time he has no choice.

Instead of swallowing his anger and suffering all the humiliation, it is better to take the initiative to stand in the center of this intersection of wind and cloud.

Really good man!

Thinking in his mind, Yang Mian was already standing in front of his opponent.

At this moment, he felt that everyone in the world was looking at him, at the stage.

Yang Mian suddenly said: "Mian had acquainted with Zhenren Meng when he was young, and I deeply admire him as a person."

Xia Ji did not speak, but listened quietly.

Yang Mian continued: "It is not sad to hear that Meng Zhenren died at the hands of the sword, but it is the glory of a warrior to die at the hands of a stronger man.

But
For a young man like you, who has never experienced the vicissitudes of the world, Mian always thought that Wudang was entrusted to you, and Master Meng was really confused. "

Yang Mian slowly drew his sword from behind, then calmly said: "I see you are upset!"

Xia Ji didn't take it seriously, he said lightly: "Before the weak know the limit of their own strength, they always think that the famous one is nothing more than that.

I always think that time can make me reach the same peak.

But it is not.

It's very cold at the heights, if there is someone who can make Xia look uncomfortable, it's really a blessing.

But... no. "

Yang Mian said coldly: "There is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people. Didn't Master Meng tell you this?"

Xia Ji shook his head: "You don't understand."

Yang Mian said: "Don't understand what?"

Xia Ji stretched out his left hand, lightly grasped the handle of the knife, and casually circled it, a circle of no more than three steps emerged on the hard marble floor, centered on him, no more than half a finger deep.

The knife made a circle, and then returned to the original place, inserted at the beginning and end of the circle.

But Yang Mian has been waiting for the answer.

Then Xia Ji said lightly: "I am the sky beyond that day, the person beyond people."

Yang Mian frowned, but did not speak, while the aura and sword intent on his body began to rise crazily.

Xia Ji didn't take it seriously, as if he didn't care what the sword intent was, instead he said: "Your sword intent is deep, and your sword power is as powerful as a mountain. You must be good at strength, but weaker than Min. Then... I will draw the ground as a prison.

If you can force me out of this circle, I will be considered a loser. "

There was a slight smile on his lips, and his words were taken for granted, without any arrogance or arrogance, all he had was the loneliness of an invincible swordsman.

Yang Mian has his own pride: "No need!"

After that, he slowly raised his sword.

All of a sudden, a whirlwind like the waves of the deep sea appeared on his body. Although he was there, he already showed the momentum of a whirlpool and a tsunami.

Xia Ji held the handle of the knife with his right hand.

In silence, the fight between the invincible swordsman and the peerless swordsman is about to start.

Swords are like mountains, people are like seas.

The mountains fall from the sky, and the sea comes from the front.

The headmaster in white robe stood quietly between the landslide and tsunami, like a lonely reef, allowing it to be washed and impacted.

He raised his knife to block at will.

when!when!when!
Every time the knife and the sword collided, it sounded like a bell, making everyone's minds "humming" for a while, like chimes, cymbals, and cymbals ringing wildly in their ears at the same time.

"Cover your ears! Then adjust your breath and close your eyes!" The headmasters or elders of various sects saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly raised their voices.

And those disciples felt something was wrong, but many of them had their eardrums torn before they had time to respect the orders of their parents and masters, and two streams of red flowed from their ears.

boom!
boom!
boom!
Heavy and slow, like the earth colliding with the earth.

A big coincidence doesn't work, it's just because it breaks through all the tricks.

What's more, the arrogant young Wudang teacher is in prison?

Therefore, there is no way for him to hide, and every blow is almost head-to-head!
But Huyue's blade is thin and thin, how can it confront Wufeng's heavy Bingyuanhan iron sword?Just like cutting steel with a thin knife, wouldn't it break after a few strokes?
However, there are countless masters present, and there are always people who see the clues.

"Air piercing the body of the sword, meeting with the back of the sword, adapting to local conditions, is worthy of the name of legend."

"That man. He's not talking about winning or losing. He's sharpening the limit of his saber intent! No matter who he is, he is not an opponent, but a whetstone!"

"For Zhao Zilong, who is good at speed, he fights with speed, and for Yang Mian, who is good at strength, he also fights with strength. Really"

There was a lot of discussion among the heroes.

"Get back, you are not my opponent." Xia Ji held the knife with one hand and held it above his head, and the back of the knife just blocked Yang Mian's full blow from the sky.

The next moment, he held the saber in both hands, his figure twisted like a hemp rope, and he slashed down heavily with the back of the saber.

With a bang.

Then Yang Mian's face turned red, and he was thrown flying with his cold iron giant sword. He tried to adjust his figure in the air, but he failed in the end, and when he fell, he was already outside the field.

The headmaster in white robe was short of breath, and the blood red color on his face flashed away. It seemed that the fight with the two just now in their respective areas of expertise had indeed consumed some of his strength.

He lowered his head, coughed lightly, adjusted his breath slightly, but raised his head again.

Looking proudly at the Emperor Shang sitting on the dragon chair, "I am lucky to win another game."

Naturally, Shang Huang also saw that his complexion turned slightly pale after a touch of red, and he felt a little relieved in his heart, and then said: "There are three more games, Xia Qing is the well-deserved No. [-] in the world?"

The last level of passing five levels and killing six generals is one against two!

However, even if the "Melting Emperor" Ying Yu killed six generals in a row, he did not win in a battle of wheels. In other words, although the interval was extreme, he still had time to rest in the middle.

However, for Xia Ji, it was a real wheel battle.

Never stop.

And before breaking through the level, he had fought against three masters.

Although Emperor Shang lacked tolerance, he was quite proficient in the way of the game.

Although out of hiding the strength of the dragon patrol team, he was unwilling to send team leader Song Ling to appear on the stage until the last moment.

But the third general, he still chose the deputy leader, Yun Mo, the former leader of the Yunhui and one of the two deputy leaders of the dragon patrol team.

Ask for nothing else.

It is nothing more than attacking with poison.

Toxins attack the heart most easily when the blood is boiling.

(End of this chapter)