Ji Hai stepped the ground, and two deep pits appeared, and then he stopped retreating. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Ji Hai looked at the man in the Confucian robe.

What the man in the Confucian robe exerted just now was not a mysterious power, but another breath, an equally powerful aura.

But the strength of the other party has not changed in the slightest.

"The gap between martial artists lies in the difference in chance, I reached the fifth level of martial arts at the age of eight, which can be said to be the top ten among the juniors in Zhongzhou, at that time I was high-spirited, and I was in the limelight for a while, and no one in the family can compare! You won't understand, when I was sixteen years old, the sorrow after the loss of cultivation, the treatment I received, but this is the beginning of my rise, now what I practice is different from all martial arts exercises, I practice one of the hundred cultivation methods in ancient times, and now martial artists are only cultivating ordinary Xuan Qi, without the slightest special strangeness, it can't be compared to my cultivation exercises at all! ”

"Although I have only reached the late stage of the Martial King Realm now, even the late stage of the Martial Emperor Realm is not my opponent at all, and you are not my opponent either!"

The man in the Confucian robe said, and when he raised his hand, the strange power in his body actually converged towards his fingertips.

Haoran righteousness, although it is said to be cultivated, but in fact, he watched all kinds of classics slowly gather.

It can even be said that it is not something that can be cultivated, and this is also the opportunity of this person to be able to cultivate this kind of ancient Confucianism and Taoism cultivation exercises.

In ancient times, all kinds of cultivation exercises came out, and there was no unified definition of cultivation, but there is no doubt that there are some exercises that are very powerful, and Confucianism and Taoism are one of them, but because of the difficulty of cultivation, the cultivation methods of Confucianism and Taoism have disappeared in the long river of history.

Only the martial arts cultivation among them remains, not that the martial arts cultivation is the most powerful, but that it is the most suitable for cultivation, and there is no big threshold.

At this time, Ji Hai and this man in Confucian robes seemed to be no longer a battle between martial artists, but a contest between ancient Confucianism and the ever-prosperous martial arts.

The man in the Confucian robe raised his hand and drew a trajectory in the air.

Write down a word.

A golden word.

As soon as this word came out, the Xuan Qi of Heaven and Earth surged towards this word in an instant.

This word suddenly burst into golden light, and the tips of long swords poked out from this golden light.

Then, in a whooshing sound, endless bursts of golden light shot out.

Gold represents metal, sharpness, and killing.

Confucianism and Taoism cultivate the righteousness of words, and the power is powerful when displayed with words, which is the difference between all martial artists.

As the long swords shot out, the pupils of Ji Hai's eyes shrank slightly.

Instead of taking half a step back, he took a step, clenched his fist, and wanted to smash it into the sky.

Unfortunately!

Dao ripples slowly rippled away with Ji Hai's fist, and the long sword that fell densely in the sky moved away from its original trajectory under this fluctuation.

With a whooshing sound, these long swords pierced directly into the bottom of Ji Hai's side, and none of them shot at Ji Hai.

Ji Hai did not choose to face hard regrets, but instead overcame rigidity with softness, but just cured the fierce Jin Ke.

Even so, potholes came out of the surrounding ground directly, kicking up large clouds of dust and completely enveloping Ji Hai in it.

At this moment, there was another piercing roar in the sky.

Then ice fell from the sky, like arrows, into the vast clouds of dust and mist.

Boom, boom, boom.

The dust mist was directly crumbled by these ice thorns, like a hornet's nest.

The man in the Confucian robe not far away, looking at this scene, his eyes narrowed slightly, but at this moment, a red light flashed behind the man in the Confucian robe, stabbing towards the back of the man in the Confucian robe.

The appearance of this red light was extremely strange, as if it appeared out of thin air.

A sense of crisis suddenly rose in the heart of the man in the Confucian robe, and this sense of crisis can be said to be a special sense that every martial artist has.

And the man in the Confucian robe also believed in this feeling very much, and after this feeling appeared, he raised his hand, and a word was drawn out by him in one go.

Shield.

As soon as the shield word came out, the golden light flashed, and it rushed towards the man in the Confucian robe, and when he touched the man in the Confucian robe, the man in the Confucian robe was like wearing a golden armor.

At this moment, with a bang, the man in the Confucian robe staggered, and after taking a few steps, he stood firm, but obviously a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, obviously although the sharpness of Hongyuan was blocked, the impact force was not so easily neutralized, and under the bearing, he still suffered some minor injuries.

And at this moment, in the scattered dust waves not far away, it shrank strangely towards the middle, and then a figure shot out like a cannonball.

A moment later, he was in front of the man.

Ji Hai raised his hand and walked towards the center of the man's eyebrows.

But when Ji Hai's fingers were an inch away from the eyebrows of the man in the Confucian robe, he could no longer get close.

"You don't even die like this, your life is really big!"

The man in the Confucian robe was still without joy or sorrow, looking at Ji Hai who was close at hand, with a calm expression.

Ji Hai's eyes narrowed slightly, he somewhat admired the man in front of him, not only his strength was extraordinary, but he was also extremely calm from beginning to end.

"Each other, each other!"

Ji Hai said, the crack in the center of his eyebrows opened and closed, and a breath of life and death reincarnation overflowed.

The man in the Confucian robe was completely enveloped, or the golden armor on the man in the Confucian robe was shrouded.

In the sound of the voice.

Traces of black smoke came out of the golden armor, as if it had been corroded.

Life and death, no matter what it is, there is life and death, it just depends on whether Ji Hai can control it, and the life and death controlled by Ji Hai lies in his own cultivation.

This golden armor is extraordinary, and it is also not something that Ji Hai can completely destroy, but it can weaken most of its power.

The man in the Confucian robe also seemed to feel that the defensive power of the golden armor had been weakened, and his face was a little solemn at this time, he had great trust in the defensive power of the golden armor, but now this golden armor had a tendency to be destroyed.

The light in the eyes of the man in the Confucian robe flashed, and as soon as his figure retreated, he easily withdrew from the golden armor.

But at this moment, the sky flashed red, and an instant came.

The man in the Confucian robe, raising his hand above the sky, wrote a sleepy word.

Golden light surged out, and in the midst of the burst of red abyss, a cage appeared, trapping the red abyss in it.

At the same time, a sound of breaking wind shot from behind him, and the man in the Confucian robe had a solemn face, did not look back, and directly wrote down a shield word.

The golden light shone brightly, casting a layer of gold over its feet and body.

"Stop!"

As soon as this word fell, a strange aura spread, and everything around it stopped moving.

Ji Hai walked in a step, came to the front and back of the man in the Confucian robe, raised his hand and patted the center of the man's eyebrows.