It's a really amazing picture.

This is...... Catched?

Caught a stormy punch?

In such a prosaic way?

All of them couldn't believe it.

Even more unacceptable.

The first to bear the brunt is Liang Ziliang.

Just when everyone finally recovered from the stimulation of the previous sharp buzzer.

Boom!

The strong wave spread out, as if something had hit an iron plate!

And the next moment, the storm dispersed on the high platform. Liang Ziliang's fist was attached to Zhu Luan's sword, as if nothing had happened.

But all the high-level cultivators saw it, and Liang Ziliang threw a second punch.

This time the power was incomparable to the first, and without the thrill of the terrible buzz, everyone watched the impossible happen again.

Right in front of their eyes.

Really caught it.

The shock wave emitted is like a thunderbolt stirring the earth's fire, but the effect is like a breeze blowing over a hill.

Everyone watched as the boy's fist slammed into the girl's sword with a terrible muffled sound, and then ......

was caught.

There can be no further progress.

is obviously so powerful, but the scene in front of him is jaw-dropping.

Coupled with the immature bodies of the two people on the stage, the impact is stronger.

It's like two children playing with wooden swords. Two of you, you punch me and I sword. The boy pretended to punch and was caught by the girl just right.

How can it be!

Are you kidding!

Liang Ziliang's expression changed drastically.

The other high-level cultivators also changed their faces.

Gabba sounded, and the black-armored guard on the observation deck heard the prestige, and the wooden handle under Princess Jinyang was actually broken, but she still grabbed the handle without knowing it.

Liang Ziliang is serious.

All practitioners are well aware of this.

Onlookers also confirmed the incident with their own eyes.

Because with the terrifying roar, the sleeve of Zhu Luan's sword was shattered.

Fragments of the girl's clothes slowly drifted down. Revealing Bai Shengsheng's forearm.

It's like the remnants of snow on a winter day.

It's beautiful.

……

……

The more beautiful this picture is, the more terrifying the girl's posture is when she stands motionless.

Not to mention that there was a large crack in front of her that Liang Ziliang's foot stepped on.

The figure of the girl is the end of this crack.

After a brief void, no one is allowed to react to the reality in front of them.

Everyone could no longer be quiet, and the people on the periphery let out bursts of exclamations, one after another!

On the observation deck, the sound of chairs moving.

Quite a few officials ...... Especially the military attache stood up.

The official, who could barely maintain his composure, sat in place, leaning forward and staring at the stage.

Under the stage, stunned candidates rushed forward, desperately trying to see what was happening on the stage.

After the tide of people, in the end, only those few figures remained.

"Her sword ......" Hong Shan looked at the high platform with his mouth open, "how ......"

The girl's sword was strong and solid in front of Liang Ziliang's fist. He wanted to say how it could be so strong, but at the same time he knew it wasn't a matter of being strong.

"That's definitely not an ordinary sword ......," a cultivator with a low realm muttered, and even more thought of the phantom sword in Song Xuesong's hand before, and screamed as if he had finally figured it out, "She must have a master's sword ......."

However, it was like responding to his question.

There was a crisp click from the high platform.

The corners of the mouths of everyone in the audience twitched.

"Sword ...... It's broken......" Hong Shan stammered.

"It's broken." Duan Lizheng said expressionlessly.

There was a thud, and the sound of metal falling to the ground was heard.

A flash of light crossed between the two stalemates on the high platform.

Zhu Luan still maintained his previous posture, and the iron sword that caught Liang Ziliang's fist like a peerless famous sword just now was extremely powerful...... Broken in two.

The half-tip of the sword fell to the ground.

"It's broken." Li Wenyao continued to repeat woodenly.

No...... Anyone can tell that the sword is broken. Nian Huazang looked sideways at his companion, speechless in his heart.

It's time to break off.

Where is there a constant reason to bear such a great force, and it is not an ancient divine soldier.

"How can this be......" muttered the disciple of the Taiping Mountain House.

"Because that's just an ordinary iron sword." Duan Lizheng squatted down, and the sword that Zhu Luan didn't bring was placed beside him.

The young man's fingers caressed the somewhat rough blade of the sword, and his expression was complicated.

"It's an ordinary sword." Although the people on the observation deck did not touch the sword, they were all well-informed, and naturally knew that the sword in the woman's hand was not a sword.

Even the quality of the distribution in the army is not comparable.

Using an ordinary sword to catch a punch far above his own realm, even a veteran of a hundred battles has never seen such a thing.

The Wind Fist created by Emperor Taizu has long been an almost invincible existence in the eyes of the military attaché, and the same realm may also be due to the number of true yuan, but it is really unbelievable that different realms are blocked.

Everyone was taken aback.

Du Haoqian was the only one among the generals who was sitting, and compared to Mu Xin, who couldn't see his face clearly, his expression was dignified and visible to the naked eye.

Because of the realm and the height he is at, he can think of more than anyone else here.

But the face is even more ugly.

Because he remembered a man.

He had only seen this scene once in that man

That person's name can no longer be mentioned, not even a successor.

If it were her, even the founder of the Great Zhou would not be able to cover her light.

Du Haoqian didn't continue to think about it, because this idea was too dangerous and even threatened his net worth.

Now he would rather believe that this woman's talent or chance encounter is more real than connecting with that person.

Du Haoqian stared at the woman on the stage, although she didn't seem to have done anything, but if it wasn't for the witchcraft, everything would definitely not be as simple as it seemed.

Now that I think about it, it was obviously so simple to raise the sword, but this woman's expression has always been very serious.

For the first time, Du Haoqian looked at the woman on the high platform with the eyes of a half-step grandmaster, only to find that the sword surface of the broken sword did not completely fit Liang Ziliang's fist.

Du Haoqian's expression changed again, thinking to himself, did this woman use some kind of move to counteract the strength of her fist?

But if the fist wind can be easily counteracted, is it still the wind fist?

Even if there is any subtle way, there must be the ability to dodge this punch in the first place, why make such a dangerous attempt in front of such a fierce storm?

What kind of gambling tactics is this?

How the hell did she do all this?

……

Zhu Luan looked at the broken sword in his hand very seriously, feeling the soreness caused by the excessive tension in his forearm muscles, and recalled that person's words.

That day under the sun.

"Thirty-seven and a half degrees." The man said to her as a matter of course.

"What?" The girl sitting on the railing was stunned.

"The angle formed by the blade of the sword and the opponent's fist," the tall woman in red stood against the light, and light seeped from the edge of her body, like a red sun.

"This is something I calculated carefully from the point of view of physics." The tall woman looked triumphant.

"I don't understand what you're saying," Zhu Luan, who was still a little girl, sighed and called out to the person in front of her.

"Mother."

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