Then again, what exactly is physics? The little girl frowned.

"Hmm......" The woman in red said to her with a serious face, holding her chin in a serious manner, "It is a science that studies the levels and orders of magnitude of the material world. ”

"Haah...... the little girl was confused, but looking at the young woman who was full of interest, she clapped her hands very much, "That's really a great knowledge." ”

"Yes, it's amazing!" The woman in red's eyes lit up, "I tried it yesterday!" It can really counteract the stormy fist wind! ”

"Who did you try?" Compared with the woman who is emotional, the little girl is more calm.

"That's it...... Ah Ming...... "The woman is a little weak for some reason.

"It can't be His Majesty's mercy, right?" Zhu Luan looked at the woman in front of him suspiciously.

"He dares!" The woman in red said, looking a little angry, "My theory is not wrong!" ”

"Mmmm," the little girl nodded perfunctorily, "of course, the mother's theory is always correct." ”

"It's not cute at all," the woman in red heard the little girl's perfunctory words, stepped forward, picked her up, and held her up in her hand and dangled it.

"Niangniang, you can't do this," the little girl was not angry when she was tossed like this, and complained in a milky voice, "Obviously, no one in the whole palace except me listens to you like this." ”

"Yes," the woman in red snorted, her face smiling like a flower, pretending to be angry.

"It's still Luan'er, it's not like the wood of the ancient stone," the woman in red shook her head, "I only nod when I hear people talk." ”

"Uncle Gu Shi really thinks that whatever you say is right," Zhu Luan lifted his feet off the ground, was held by the woman in his hands and looked at her, and shook his head in an old way, "There is no principle at all." ”

"That's true...... "The woman in red took the little girl in her arms and protested, "That's what I said!" ”

Yes, you're right.

Zhu Luan closed her eyes, and the woman's warm breath seemed to still stop at her neck.

Thirty-seven degrees and five, whether it is really in line with the principles of physics will not be discussed for the time being, but it can really unload the strength of the storm.

Of course, it is doubtful whether it can withstand the real Tempest Fist.

After all, no matter how talented this Linxi Ziliang is, it is impossible to compare with that Emperor Chengzong.

Sure enough, His Majesty released the water back then.

At the moment of the marquee, Zhu Luan opened his eyes, and thousands of stars seemed to be reflected in his eyes.

Liang Ziliang on the opposite side was shocked.

While he still has the same punching stance as before, he can't take a step forward.

Because although the sword has been broken, his fist has also reached the end, and Fang Cai's second punch is already the end of the strong crossbow.

In the blink of an eye, the Tempest Fist was broken, and the situation was reversed.

But after the shock, the boy instantly regained his composure.

If he doesn't have this psychological capacity, he will be in vain.

Even if this woman used a strange method to block his sword, she would not be enough to defeat him, after all, even the sword was broken......

Everyone opened their mouths wide, and almost at the same time, Zhu Luan's right hand was released, and the hilt of the broken sword fell with the tip of the sword, and then in the next second, her left hand touched the hilt of the second sword inserted in the ground!

She already knew!

The position and timing were so coincidental that everyone was shocked to see why the woman was motionless and why the sword was stuck in that position.

Everything she has is calculated!

A drop of sweat oozed from the corner of Liang Ziliang's forehead, and he threw a third punch again!

His movements were unhurried, but at this point, it was a little unnatural to use the fist technique that consumed the true element.

But no longer caring about this unnaturalness, he did not draw his sword, because the woman moved.

If you move like a storm, it's a fast!

Zhu Luan came too fast, holding the sword in her left hand without the slightest disobedience, she completely calculated, all the movements came naturally and coherently, so it was faster than anything else!

There was a roar on the high platform again, and I saw Liang Ziliang's body quickly bounce back, as if he had been knocked away.

"That's brilliant." Hong Shan couldn't help but admire, he had already seen that Liang Ziliang was not knocked away, but rebounded with the fist wind, so as to distance himself from this woman.

The previous third punch was just a disguise, Liang Ziliang's expression became serious, and he immediately retreated, and his body floated out of the afterimage.

Then, at the moment of distance, his hand reached behind his back and he was ready to draw his sword.

This kind of decisive ability to bend and stretch is a necessary ability for high-level cultivators, and even the military attachés on the observation deck want to nod.

At the same time, there is some regret.

After all, Liang Ziliang is not famous for his boxing skills, he is more famous for his sword.

It's his sword, not swordsmanship.

That big sword is very special, it was born for his characteristics, if it weren't for his youth and vigor, if he drew the sword at the beginning, maybe it wouldn't have happened.

But it can't be helped, who would know that this woman is just restraining the Tempest Fist......

At this time, everyone forgot that when the Wind Fist was first used, everyone thought it was a stronger method.

Liang Ziliang's hand grasped the hilt of the sword, and his familiar partner was exuding a deep aura, which made him very confident.

The heavy sword has no edge, and the great ingenuity does not work.

No one lower than him can resist his sword.

As long as he pulls out this sword, he doesn't need to use any delicate tricks, just a simple slash, and he can really end this absurd battle.

Draw the sword quickly.

For advanced cultivators, as long as there is this meaning, the time will be incredibly short.

So......

No so.

Liang Ziliang couldn't pull out this sword.

Because she's faster.

It's hard to describe that kind of speed, and the woman's movements can't even be called swordsmanship, because she just stabs forward with her sword.

Her movements are concise, and her swordsmanship is straightforward.

Her aura is terrifying.

A twelve-year-old boy had a flash of fear in his eyes. This fear was not even noticed by him, only observed by other practitioners.

No one could understand the reaction, or even feel a bit of a scumbag.

The advanced cultivators, on the other hand, were silent.

Under the high stage, Hong Shan's face was a little pale.

He can understand.

Because he had experienced.

He didn't see, he felt.

It was a feeling he didn't want to recall, but was remembered by his body.

At the moment when you are pointed at that sword, you can only feel one thing.

She's going to kill you.

Her sword has no other meaning than one meaning, and that is to kill her opponent.

Straightforward to the point of horror, it reaches the extreme.

Only this one purpose is carried out, and everything is staked on the sword of murder.

Onslaught!

The bigwigs stood up in shock, and the people around them screamed in horror.

It's so fast!

Liang Ziliang didn't have time to draw his sword.

The girl stopped, and the iron sword plunged into the boy's chest.

There was a dead silence all around.

After a brief silence, screams rushed into the sky.

Killed?!