Junwuhou is an honorary title specially established by the military department, which can be called the golden passage to the top of the military department. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

With the martial god Wang Ba as his backer, Zhang Zhixiong has a bright future in the military department. Coupled with his military exploits in Yuanzhou, no matter whether he can be admitted to the inner courtyard or not, he will at least be a general on the Megatron side in the future.

But Zhang Zhixiong's deeds in Yuanzhou are hidden, and no one really knows the specific military exploits.

Today on the martial arts stage, he said these things just to deter Yan Li. It can be seen that he is full of confidence on the surface, but in fact, he is still a little jealous of Yan Li.

Unexpectedly, Yan Li not only did not panic, but showed an attitude that bordered on contempt. It seems that in his eyes, he is just a little kid who has won a lot of fights.

The battle exploits he was proud of were worthless in Yan Li's eyes, and anger suddenly burned in his chest.

It's not because he can't be recognized, but because the other party humiliates what he is proud of in an almost rogue way, which makes him feel a kind of grievance that "Xiucai meets soldiers, and he can't explain it reasonably", and he can't help but be angry.

"If you only have the ability to 'sharpen your teeth', today's appearance is a mistake. I'll correct this mistake for you once and for all. His eyes were cold, and his killing intent skyrocketed, and he slowly pulled out the hundred forging knife behind his back.

The blade of this knife is unusually thick, but the blade is sharper than ordinary swords, and the length of the handle is almost as long as the blade, which is a bit like a Changpu knife, and it looks very suitable for chopping.

This is the worst real weapon raised by the "cultivator". Hundred forging, it is its thickness, with a weight similar to that of a battering ram, is its biggest advantage. Usually only martial artists who can't get together the materials or martial artists who don't have the conditions for sacrifice will use it.

Since only the third-grade martial artist or above can develop the lower dantian, and only the development of the lower dantian can the real weapon be refined, so Zhang Zhixiong can only carry the real weapon behind him.

Just like Yan Li, even if he suddenly had a windfall now, it would be impossible to get enough treasures to refine the cliff completely. His cultivation is not as good as even Zhang Zhixiong.

"Young man, have you been promoted from a military marquis to a correction officer so quickly?" Yan Li said with a smile, "Congratulations, congratulations." ”

"You will pay for your contempt!" Zhang Zhixiong let out a low roar, and the hundred forging knives suddenly came out of his hands.

As the beginning of this fierce battle, he used his weapon as a hidden weapon and threw it out vigorously.

At first, the audience thought it was ridiculous, but when they saw that the speed of the hundred forging knives was like lightning, they no longer dared to underestimate it.

The lightning carried Zhang Zhixiong's anger, and he said that it would come.

The broadsword, which swirled like a violent wind, seemed to be held in the hands of a ten-zhang giant man, and slashed down quickly and violently, and the air flow was swept up, making a "whining" sound like a ghost crying wolf.

Before the knife arrived, the strong wind pressure almost pressed Yan Li to the ground.

"Hey, hey, just kidding!"

Although Yan Li had already estimated Zhang Zhixiong's strength as high as possible, he didn't expect to underestimate this person far from him.

He didn't need to think about it, and he lifted it up the cliff. Fortunately, the scabbard is a Heavenly Xuanshi sacrifice, otherwise the first blow may not be able to be blocked.

Boom!

The Hundred Forging Knife slammed into the cliff with a strong and unrivaled wind pressure, making a sound that could not have been made by metal at all.

Needless to say, Yan Li has already run the heart washing method. The tremendous power of Pei Ran turned into the power of the heart wash and poured into the cliff.

However, this force is too huge, and there are signs of intermittent changes in the transformation of the heart.

Yan Li quickly understood that this was the limitation of Liya. It's not that it doesn't have enough capacity, but that during conduction, there will be conduction interruptions.

After all, it's not even a sword embryo, it's just a model, and it's already incredible that it can absorb external forces.

In the intermittent process, there is inevitably residual power to leak, and these must be borne by Yan Li himself.

He had no choice but to use the strength to breastfeed. In the void, the Heart-Washing Sword rushed out and appeared in the chaotic world. At this moment, it also seems to know that the relationship with Yan Li is a loss, and it is no longer as hard as before, and it is also working hard to absorb external forces.

Countless small gray dots of light appeared from the chaos and landed near the Heart Cleansing Sword. The Heart Cleansing Sword also lost its former vitality, and was crushed by these small gray spots.

These are all external forces that pass through Yan Li's body and reach the appearance of the middle dantian.

External forces are fraught with a wide variety of impurities. For example, for Yan Li, the source of this power, the Hundred Forging Dao and his master, except for a specific Yuan Qi attribute, all other people's Yuan Qi belong to impurities, and there is a more mysterious thing, that is, Zhang Zhixiong's disgust and anger towards Yan Li, as well as the resentment of the cultivators who died on the martial arts stage, all belong to a kind of impurities.

These impurities will cause a certain degree of damage to Yan Li's body, and if they are left unattended and accumulate too much, they will die like the previous masters of the heart washing method.

At this time, it was borne by the "spirit" of the heart washing technique, the heart washing sword, and shared a great degree of pressure for Yan Li.

Although it was only a short moment, for Yan Li, it was as long as half a day.

Say it's too late, then it's too fast.

After the muffled sound, the stalemate was less than a flick of a finger, and the strength of the Hundred Forging Knife was exhausted, and it was bounced out in the surprise of everyone.

The audience naturally didn't know the danger that Yan Li encountered at that moment, and said that Zhang Zhixiong's blow seemed earth-shattering, but in fact it was nothing more than that.

But the situation on the field is so changing that they can't think about it at all.

Hearing a loud roar, Zhang Zhixiong had already jumped high, and when he turned in mid-air, he caught the flying Baiforging knife and slashed at Yan Li in the same way.

The power of this knife does not look as good as the previous one, but only the master can see that Zhang Zhixiong has taken advantage of Yan Li's first knife to condense the sword momentum that belongs to him.

With momentum, it's no longer a simple chop.

The invisible coercion made the air around it as heavy as lead.

Yan Li, who was in the center of the coercion, was frozen by the invisible and shadowless momentum, as uncomfortable as falling into the water.

At this time, Liya absorbed a large amount of external force and had not yet stabilized.

Yan Li pounced forward without hesitation, and Yu Zhangwai made a lazy donkey rolling motion.

Rumble!

Zhang Zhixiong's powerful blow smashed a long shallow pit on the granite-paved martial arts platform, and the aftermath was agitated, impacting in all directions.

The audience who was swept by was awe-inspiring in their hearts.

looked at Yan Li, who was evading in embarrassment, and made a judgment from above, and immediately booed.

Yan Li sighed and wiped his sweat, "It's so dangerous!"

The crowd watching the battle saw that his face was full of indifference, and their contempt was even greater, and they laughed one after another.

"Boy, if you don't want to die, hurry up and admit defeat, be careful that Zhang Wuhou beats you so that your mother can't recognize you. ”

"Boy, if you want to duel with Zhang Wuhou, your strength is still far behind, don't be ashamed......"

Most of them are voices of contempt and ridicule, and those who have vision can also see that Yan Li is at a disadvantage, if he doesn't admit defeat, it will be a matter of time before he is defeated. Therefore, they also joined the ranks of ridicule, and the scene was one-sided.

Of course, there is a completely different voice.

"Yan Li, you bastard, if you dare to lose, I'll die to show you-"

The cry of grief and indignation has attracted widespread attention.

Seeing that the benevolent brother wanted to cry without tears, he said: "I have bet all my wealth on you, and I haven't even settled the next meal......"

It seems that despite Zhang Zhixiong's strength, some people still think that Yan Li will win.

Of course, the major gambling houses also adjust the odds by the amount of bets, and the odds of one to three prove at least one thing, and there are not many people who win by pressing Yanli.

With the first one, there is naturally a second and a third, and soon, the people who have won from Yan jumped out and shouted and cheered;

Although Yan Fang had fewer people, his momentum was not inferior to Zhang Fang; no one on either side was convinced, and he didn't know who started first, so he scolded; and then from shouting and cheering to scolding and fighting, the scene was chaotic and almost out of control.

Of course, what happens off the stage has nothing to do with it.

Yan Li looked light and calm on the surface, but in fact, his attention was on Zhang Zhixiong, who could care about the commotion in the audience.

Zhang Zhixiong's two blows in a row were ineffective, and his anger grew stronger and stronger, and he suddenly jumped back, and another one took off.

He leaped towards where Yan Li was, his head down, holding the knife above his head with both hands, his anger sank into the dantian, and he shouted violently, and at the same time, the hundred forging knife slashed out from the bottom up.

Three-style strong attack, one move is more fierce and irritable than the other. Only those who have reached a certain level of eyesight can see that Zhang Zhixiong's reason is about to be overwhelmed by anger.

Yan Li smiled slightly, lifted the unsheathed cliff, and struck out like lightning, hitting the blade of the hundred forging knife in the middle.

Bite!

The two were separated by a touch, Yan Li couldn't stand the huge force, screamed, and the whole person actually fell backwards and flew back, and after landing, he kept rolling backwards.

Zhang Zhixiong's body flipped around in the air, and the hundred forging knife was a little heavier on the granite, and before anyone landed, he chased after Yan Li, who was rolling on the ground.

"Die!"

He let out a low roar, and his vitality poured into his feet without hindrance, and he stepped down like a thunderbolt.

If this foot is stepped on, Yan Li will inevitably be trampled into meat sauce, Zhang Zhixiong has such confidence.

"It's so easy to be fooled, what did you learn on the battlefield?"

But at this moment, Yan Li, who was rolling in embarrassment, actually let out a mockery, his hand suddenly stretched on the ground, and his feet rose into the sky without warning.

Bang!

The air exploded with a rapid air, and Zhang Zhixiong only felt a pain in his calf and abdomen, and then he lost his balance, and involuntarily rose up with his head hanging to the ground.

Yan Li's beautiful cupola successfully counterattacked, followed by a malicious smile, and shouted after landing on the ground: "No sword style, beat up fools!"

His right hand was in the shape of a fist, and it struck out like lightning, hitting the free-falling Zhang Zhixiong's face with precision.

Zhang Zhixiong's eyes flickered, and before he could react, he felt a sharp pain on the bridge of his nose, and there seemed to be a slight crisp sound of "click" coming into his ears, which made him burst into tears and fell out.

He rolled twice on the ground, stood up with pain, and saw that Yan Li did not pursue, but looked at himself with a playful look, and when he connected to the hot pain on the bridge of his nose, his eyes widened angrily.

At this moment, a voice came from the audience, "Ah, it's crooked." It didn't look good, but now it has really become a veritable crooked melon and cracked jujube. ”

Zhang Zhixiong was overwhelmed with grief and indignation, and let out a furious roar: "Yan Li, I'm going to kill you!"