I can understand that Hu Cheng is angry with me, but he deliberately used this matter at this time, what is it if it is not a personal vendetta. Most importantly, I could tell from his words that he was disdainful of all the investigators and even the errand.

"If I win, you get out of here, and if you win, I'll go back to my league game. Anyway, you don't have me, little thing. Hu Cheng burst the general's mansion and summoned two generals, one of whom was fierce and imposing, and it was estimated that he was a good general in his mouth. As for the other one, it is an ordinary appearance, it seems to be the martial spirit of an unknown general.

"If I had arrested you as a suspect or dismissed you as an unrelated person, my assistant would not have died. ”

"Nope. I said, "It was darkness that killed him." If you want to avoid this tragedy, you must defeat all the warrior kings as soon as possible. ”

"Hahahaha, are you joking, Guo Qian······ It is precisely because the era of martial spirits is becoming more and more prosperous that the alliance bureau will be established······ This trend is inevitable, and if you want to defeat all the martial kings, you feel ashamed to talk about this kind of thing - you are really a child hahahaha. ”

It was useless to say more, Zilong Lian was quite on both sides, and took a few steps forward to face Hu Cheng's generals. I think the two of them are alive and well, so it shouldn't be a big problem. A large part of this self-confidence comes from the fact that I have just learned that the soul masters of the Association and the Alliance Bureau all use external Yin and Yang Qi to help their martial souls recover their bodies. The victories I have achieved so far are not without reason.

Hu Cheng's good general held a big sword in his hand, and the force was pressing, and as soon as he slashed down, he could shake the concrete floor and immediately collapse into many pieces. Lian Po is certainly powerful, and he wants to let him at this moment, so he relies on the large attack radius of the long knife in his hand, and takes half a step back to dissolve his strength.

"When—"

The rigid blade of the giant sword struck together with the golden blade of the long knife, and the extraordinary energy was released nowhere, and it spread to the soles of the feet of the two generals, shaking the ground, and the two generals were staggering. The good general stood firm, his eyes were as bright as thunder, and he further stepped on the concrete ground under his feet, jumped up with a whizz, and rushed straight to the door of Lian Po. Originally, I thought that this good general was just strong and slow, but I didn't expect that his explosive power was also first-class, and when he clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, others could hear the sound of the wind chirping. What's more, Lian Po burned the yin qi to gather strength, raised the long knife with both hands to counter it, and at the same time, the armor of the good general also reflected the shape of purple light and green thunder, and the whole body was electrified. Lian is quite golden, good at destroying cities and fortifying fortifications, and nothing is broken, but he has to be frustrated when he encounters electric fire. When the purple light and green thunder flowed through the spine along the hilt of the knife through the blood veins of his body, Lian Po's eyes were empty in an instant, the golden flames were extinguished in an instant, and the prestige of the veteran was lost.

"Zha-"

The sword of the good general only weakened Lian Po, and did not achieve a real break in the defense, so he immediately followed Lian Po's thrust and jumped back lightly, re-grasped the ground and stored strength, like a tiger pounced again. The Heavenly Tiger has repeatedly attacked from top to bottom, and Lian Po, the golden lion, is also difficult to resist. He shook his head, tried to concentrate, and directly slashed the good general. The good general was originally coming to attack, so he was naturally prepared, and calmly poked out his giant sword and collided with Lian Po's blade. The difference in strength was evident in the continuous exchanges, Lian Po's hand was cracked and bleeding, and obvious cracks also appeared on the back of his hand. We all know that if Lian Po continues to be injured like this, sooner or later he won't even be able to catch the knife.

"When—when—"

Our ear drums are ringing at an incredible frequency. The sound of swords clashing, the sound of armor converging, the sound of the ground crumbling—all three sounds exploded in the empty flat ground with the rhythmic impact of the good generals. The sound is reminiscent of a band performance, gongs, drums, and everything that can make a sound, but the timbre and loudness are out of tune at the same time, and it unbiasedly bursts the human senses.

As if the pile driver on the construction site was constantly hitting the steel sheet piles, Lian Po's body was wedged into the higher and higher cement blocks by the good generals, and the black soul blood fell on these cement blocks, which turned into black smoke when they touched the ground, and after a short rise and fluttering, they were not visible. The form is too difficult, and Lian Po has no chance to get out of the deeper and deeper hole at the moment, so he can only use all his strength to resist the impact of the good generals again and again. The good general is very smart, he realizes that Lian Po is already trapped in the beast, and understands that the continuous pressure is the best way to officially destroy his body and will, so he does not change, and pushes Lian Po into a desperate situation step by step. The continuous leaps also destroyed the ground where the good general landed, and each of his backward jumps just returned to the same place, and the gravel was piled up at his feet. His combat boots had been damaged and worn by dozens of shocks, but he still pushed on the ground with his feet, landed on the ground with his feet, and kept suppressing himself even though he was bleeding.

None of us expected the battle to turn into a tug-of-war, with both sides hurting each other, but it was clear that Lian Po had too little chance of winning. Not to mention that the other party's damage was caused by his own willfulness, just looking at Lian Po has already fallen into the ground by more than a foot, and if he doesn't come out again, he can only kneel on the ground with hatred! Zilong is wrestling with the generals on the one hand, and on the other hand, he is close to Lian Po, waiting for an opportunity to pull him out or just hold a wave or two of impact for him; the clear sky changes color, and frost and snow fly at the tip of Zilong's spear, forming a cyclone that obscures the general's field of vision. The general screamed, immediately jumped up with his knife, burst through the cyclone, desperately took out the knife, hooked the lower part of Zilong's spear head, and pulled Zilong back an inch. Both sides are in a bitter battle, and the tacit understanding between the two generals on the other side is no worse than ours. The more I stood on the side, the more anxious I became, and I secretly glanced at the current president Hu Cheng, still with a harsh and cold attitude.

"Guo Qian, that little bit of strength of yours is not called strength at all. Hu Cheng shook his head, "I used to be like you, I was not afraid of heaven and earth, but what about later? The people who entered the alliance bureau with me, some of them were soaring, some of them were not cold, and some were unknown······ There are too many people who can't be defeated with your strength, more than the stones on this martial arts training ground.

"You've already tasted the Martial King's skills. My assistant has been with me since I joined the Union Bureau, for three or four years, and if I don't say it, I can go away······ I know it's not your fault, but I beg you to pause a little. If there are a hundred things in this world, ninety-nine things cannot be rushed. ”

There are more stones than this martial arts training chief.

If there are 100 pieces, 99 will not be in a hurry.

Suddenly, something pierced me, and my thoughts split into two parts for a moment: one was paying attention to the current battle situation and all kinds of soul master martial spirits, and the other was replaying some kind of imaginary or dusty picture: I saw my grandfather's photograph of black and white swaying in the air, flying lower and lower, and it seemed to fall to the ground, crumbling from the corners little by little, the sky was dark, I saw my father's back, like the back of a photograph in a photo album twenty years ago, standing on the ancient city wall, not caring that the city wall under his feet was crumbling one by one, with dust and light rain all over the ground; I saw Zhao Yudi, Yusi, Li Hao, Guo Dongshan, Fan Xihu, Li Tao, unknown soul master president Wang Chen, correspondent Gong Yu, investigator Zhao Jiahao, Wang Shenghe, and the current president Hu Cheng, his assistants Xiao Liu, Lin Tian, Lin Jie, Tang Yao, A Chaolian, Po Wang, Bai Qizi, Long Dianwei, an unknown cadre, an unknown general, an unknown general, a good general, a god, a mysterious golden arrow, Zhang Juluo, an unknown general, an unknown general, a stone on the martial arts field. Two thoughts, two into one.

Grandpa was anxious to end the martial soul era, so he lost, and his father was anxious to become a martial king to inherit his grandfather's legacy, so he failed, what am I obsessed with in the third generation, what am I chasing, am I anxious, or is it just as my father said?

It's time for the right way to win.

There are a hundred pieces, and this is the one that is in a hurry!