In the Royal Hunting Park, Zhao Yiming and Yang Jie stared at each other coldly, and their eyes rubbed hot sparks in midair.

At this moment, the surroundings were unconsciously quiet, even those who rushed over to watch the battle stopped in the distance, not daring to approach the place where Zhao Yiming and the two of them were.

The atmosphere here became more and more solemn, and everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, staring at the two people in front of them.

The surrounding leaves fall with the wind, and the autumn wind blows by, and there is a solemn momentum in the face.

"Zhao Yiming, are you ready to die?"

Yang Jie suddenly spoke, his eyes staring at Zhao Yiming were extremely sharp, with a kind of lofty taste, in terms of momentum, steadily suppressing Zhao Yiming.

"Boom!"

Zhao Yiming didn't say anything, just showed his powerful momentum, a vast martial will, from his dark eyes, impacting Yang Jie opposite.

"Than will, you think I'm going to be afraid of you?"

Yang Jie sneered, as if he was injected into his heart by an invincible force, his spiritual temperament was constantly improving, he had already looked at Zhao Yiming with great contempt, but now it was more like a towering mountain, supporting the entire sky.

When the people in the distance looked at Yang Jie, they all showed shock, because they found that Yang Jie had disappeared, and was replaced by a majestic mountain, which was the majestic Mount Tai.

Mount Tai is majestic and magnificent, magnificent, known as the first peak in the world, anything in front of it, it seems insignificant.

"It turns out that he, like Yang Tianao, comprehends the will of Mount Tai!"

Zhao Yiming's heart moved, thinking of his old opponent Yang Tianao, who also comprehended Taishan's will.

It seems that the relationship between the Shenwu Marquis Mansion and the Taishan Underground Palace is very good, otherwise their Yang family would not have been able to go to the Taishan Underground Palace one after another to comprehend the will of Mount Tai.

"Boom!"

After thinking about it, Yang Jie on the opposite side had already made a move, and he quickly pounced like a cheetah, and smashed Zhao Yiming with a punch.

His fist is very strong, just like the will of Taishan that he comprehended, the fist is wide open and closed, and he is rampage.

"Boom!"

Yang Jie's fist erupted with terrifying fluctuations of Yuan Force, he was simply a thunderous blow, without the slightest fancy movement, advancing like a torrent of rolling steel, full of the meaning of the simplicity of the Great Dao.

The terrifying momentum swept out, like a storm sweeping the heavens and the earth, causing the surrounding trees to be blown to the ground.

"Knowing that I have practiced the "Eight Desolations and Sun Fist", do you dare to compare boxing techniques with me?"

Zhao Yiming sneered, his whole body was blazing, it was like the middle of the day, where he was standing, the temperature around him was rising rapidly, so that the cold air in the morning was dissipating, and the weather seemed to have entered winter from late autumn all at once.

"Snort!"

Zhao Yiming punched out, the scorching flames burned the air, and his spiritual will merged into the fist intent, as if the whole person was turning into a sea of fire, burning violently.

"Humph!"

Yang Jie snorted coldly and couldn't help but take half a step back, because the closer he got to Zhao Yiming, he felt as if he was in a furnace, as if his whole person had been melted.

He finally understood now why the people in the training camp were reluctant to fight Zhao Yiming, because it was too uncomfortable to fight with Zhao Yiming, and the high temperature alone made people unable to calm down, and they were in the sea of fire, and they were all hot.

"Bang bang bang!"

Yang Jie's wide-open boxing technique, after encountering "Eight Desolations Sun Fist", was suddenly blocked, and he could no longer rampage.

It's like a mouse encountering a cat.

"Nine Heavens and Three Waves!"

Yang Jie suddenly shouted, he suddenly turned his fist into a palm, and a series of palm shadows shot out, bursting out with a thick Yuan force, and the waves of qi rolled, like a stormy wave rolled up in the sea, wanting to extinguish the sea of fire in front of him.

"It's useless!"

Zhao Yiming sneered, "Eight Desolations Sun Fist" was more and more supernatural by him, his fist was very strong, like a cold iron tempered for thousands of years, the heat wave was rolling, and the soul of people was barbecued.

Every time he punched, it exploded like a flame bomb, and the flames spread out, causing the surrounding trees to burn.

But the temperature of this flame was very high, and those burning trees were burned to ashes in an instant, so that the flames had no chance to spread around.

"Pedal Pedal Pedal T

Zhao Yiming's series of punches bombarded him, and the fierce momentum shook Yang Jie back continuously.

"Your strength is actually comparable to the peak of the True Martial Realm Seven Heavens!"

Yang Jie was shocked back and looked at Zhao Yiming opposite with a look of disbelief.

He didn't get it, Zhao Yiming's strength was actually the same as him. Could it be that this kid has made so much progress in the past month?

"Yang Jie, if you only have this strength, then you will die today. Zhao Yiming sneered.

He didn't tell Yang Jie that he had actually suppressed his strength now, and only showed the strength of the True Martial Realm Seven Heavens Peak, otherwise he would have killed Yang Jie long ago once he broke out with all his might.

"Arrogance!"

Yang Jie was furious when he heard this.

The next moment, the long sword that he had been holding tightly in his hand was finally unsheathed, and with a fierce momentum, it swayed out countless sword qi.

"Click!"

A blazing sword light, in the brilliant sword light, cut through the sky and slashed directly at Zhao Yiming on the opposite side.

The void seemed to be cut open, and the sword qi shot out in all directions, cutting the surrounding trees in half, and the trees collapsed, splashing a cloud of dust, and the ground rumbled.

"Bang!"

Zhao Yiming struck up, his fist was blazing, and his fist power exploded suddenly, colliding with the sword that fell down.

Suddenly, a deafening sound erupted, and the incomparable fist power and sharp sword qi shot out in all directions in an instant, and the surroundings were in chaos.

"Seven Star Divine Sword!"

Yang Jie shouted, and the long sword in his hand turned into seven swords in an instant, shooting towards Zhao Yiming on the opposite side.

If you look down from the sky at this time, you can see that these seven swords formed the Big Dipper Seven Star Array, besieging Zhao Yiming in it.

"It's such a powerful swordsmanship, but my "Eight Desolations Sun Fist" is not weak. ”

Zhao Yiming let out a piercing long roar, he waved his fists out, and the scorching flames suddenly swept in all directions.

From a distance, Zhao Yiming looked like a large fireball that was burning, and the heat wave around him was rolling, devouring the sword qi that shot out from all directions around him.

Yang Jie finally used his quasi-supernatural powers. ”

"I've also seen the quasi-magical power of "Seven Star Divine Sword", but I didn't expect it to be so powerful. ”

However, it still seems that he can't break through Zhao Yiming's defenses, he has already cultivated the "Eight Desolation Sun Fist" to the consummation realm. ”

"I didn't expect that the person who won in the end would be Zhao Yiming. ”

......

The people watching the battle from a distance were moved, showing surprise.

Bao Yongshou and the others all laughed, Zhao Yiming finally won, which also means that they will rise in the officer training camp.

"Damn, how can this be?" In the crowd, Yang Lin's face was extremely gloomy, and it was unbelievable.

In just four months, Zhao Yiming's strength had actually become so strong, how could his cultivation speed be so fast?

"Not bad!"

On a big tree not far away, Wu Shengnan crossed his arms, and his eyes finally showed satisfaction.

High in the air, instructor Wang Zhan also looked at this scene with a smile, Zhao Yiming did not disappoint him, he did not look away.

However, just when everyone thought that Zhao Yiming was going to win, an astonishing change suddenly occurred in the field.

"Zhao Yiming, your strength is indeed beyond my expectations, but today, you still have to die!"

Yang Jie looked at Zhao Yiming, who was resisting his "Seven Star Divine Sword" on the other side, and there was no frustration in his eyes, but the killing intent became stronger and stronger.

The people watching the battle from a distance even saw that Yang Jie's eyes had completely turned black, and the yuan power emanating from his body had also turned black.

The next moment, an astonishing demonic aura erupted from Yang Jie's body.

"It's—"

Zhao Yiming's pupils shrank, and he suddenly thought of something in his heart, and when he looked at Yang Jie, he couldn't help but be full of shock.

"Demon Knife Flame Blood!"

Yang Jie's cold voice spat out, and the long sword in his hand turned into a pitch-black magic knife wrapped in black demonic qi, flowing with the smell of blood.

At this moment, Yang Jie's momentum skyrocketed, and his strength broke through the limit and reached a higher level.

It was comparable to the Eight Heavens of the True Martial Realm, and even close to the Nine Heavens of the True Martial Realm.

The spectators in the distance all changed color, Wu Shengnan, Bao Yongshou and the others all showed disbelieving eyes, what kind of martial art was that? How could it be so terrifying?

"It's that forbidden martial art!" High in the air, Wang Zhan's face changed greatly, and he instantly recognized this martial art, and his heart suddenly sank.

The forbidden martial art of "Demon Knife Flame Blood" is enough to raise a person's strength to a higher level, Yang Jie is already comparable to the peak of the Seven Heavens of the True Martial Realm, and now it is comparable to the peak of the Eight Heavens of the True Martial Realm.

With such strength, how can Zhao Yiming compete?

"Zhao Yiming, you didn't expect me to practice this forbidden martial art, right? You are destined to die in my hands. ”

Yang Jie, whose strength had increased greatly, suddenly showed a smug laugh.

It's as if he has already defeated Zhao Yiming.

Yang Lin in the crowd also showed an excited smile, and he yelled at Zhao Yiming: "Zhao Yiming, suffer death, when I destroy you, I will also kill all your people." ”

Hearing his words, Zhao Yiming's fist clenched suddenly, and in his fierce eyes, an unprecedented killing intent suddenly erupted.

Relatives are his rebels, and whoever dares to threaten his relatives will become the god of death.

"Yang Jie, do you think you've won? Now I'll let you see my real strength, you self-righteous guy who sits in a well and watches the sky. ”

Zhao Yiming shouted loudly, his voice almost roaring.

The next moment, his strength finally stopped hiding and directly burst out with all his might.

After the fusion, the will of water and fire made his cultivation reach the Eight Heavens of the True Martial Realm, and the powerful force formed a storm that swept in, shaking everyone to retreat.