Substitutions in the middle of the fight are extremely shameless in martial arts duels. But Shen Xi did it naturally, and the centurion had no complaints. Even if there is a legendary model of martial arts morality on the sidelines, he can't actually find fault with Shen Xi's behavior - Ruan An has the upper hand, and now he stops and replaces, which is equivalent to giving the centurion an extremely precious opportunity to breathe and adjust.

Nguyen An stopped and retreated, and the centurion retreated at the same time. He stood beside the spear he had discarded, and grabbed his weapon. The short spear was in his hand, and a wave of qi gushed out. By the time the wave of qi had dissipated, the centurion's injuries had healed on their own.

"Don't say I'm not kind. Shen Xi walked over in armor and said as he walked, "I'll give you five minutes to adjust your state, and then we'll do it again." If you win, I will not only let you go, but I will also give you the body of Nazareth that you want. But if you lose, you'll have to give up the hostilities and answer me honestly. ”

The centurion tilted his head, and after a moment's thought, agreed to Shen Xi's proposal, "In the name of God, I agree with your proposal. ”

"I don't know in whose ......name," Shen Xi smiled secretly, "Then you can start pranayama." I promise you, no one will sneak up while you're resting. Shen Xi thought for a moment and asked again, "Anyway, the opportunity is rare, do you want to drink saliva or eat something?" As long as the shelter can provide it, I will let them try their best to meet your requirements." ”

"No, you don't. The centurion declined the request with some humility or cunning, and for good reason, "We are not over hostilities yet. According to the teachings, I cannot accept the water and food that you offer. Let's wait until the battle is over. I think a plate of lamb cooked with cumin is very good. ”

Shen Xi laughed and asked Agnes to arrange the food. Then he watched as the centurion gradually adjusted his state, and asked in a low voice, "Ready?"

"Of course. The centurion stood up and moved his limbs, "That's all I can do now, and the rest of the adjustments don't make much sense." ”

The two stood in the center of the field, and then began to confront each other. Shen Xi didn't use any weapons, just wore an immortal armor and faced the defenseless centurion with his muscles exposed.

"Hey!" the centurion exhaled, and with a loud shout, he leaped backwards. The short spear twisted in his hand, and the front grip turned into a reverse hand, and then the short spear was thrown by the centurion with lightning speed.

The short spear that turned into a javelin was like a thunderbolt, and it came straight to Shen Xi's chest. There is nothing unusual about the flight of the javelin. This became the biggest anomaly. It's just fast, incredibly fast, as fast as thunder and lightning. Silent and unstoppable, ordinary but extremely unusual.

Shen Xi didn't react in any way, not even psychologically. The javelin was already in his chest. A tremendous force came, and Shen Xi's smashed feet flew into the air and flew straight backwards! And the javelin didn't even slow down, just crashed directly into the wall behind him with Shen Xi.

The earth dragon turned over and was just like that, and Shen Xi was carried by the javelin and directly crashed into the wall hundreds of meters behind him. The containment station was established at a depth of over fifty meters, surrounded by hard granite mountains. And these hard stones were as fragile as tofu in front of this javelin, and they couldn't even slow down the flight of Shen Xi's body. The white immortal armor rubbed a handful of dazzling sparks in the rocks, and Shen Xi seemed to turn into a giant humanoid firework.

The force of the centurion's blow was so great that his perfect body, which was like that of a Renaissance sculptor, deflated like a deflated ball, his smooth, ivory-white skin became dry and rough, and he was even shorter in height. It was as if a young man had suddenly become an old man of advanced age, so weak that he was a little unsteady even on his feet.

The centurion looked at the fading firelight, but the expression on his face was extremely serious, and he muttered in a low voice, "Impossible, right?"

The firelight suddenly became a little stronger, and Shen Xi began to stretch his arms, both arms clutching around, trying to stop his body from continuing to move. Although the brightness of the firelight was much more dazzling than before, the speed of Shen Xi's movement did not change much.

"No, it can't be!" the centurion finally couldn't hold back his inner shock and cried out, "how can you still be alive?!"

Shen Xi gave up his intention to use his arm to stop him from continuing to fly, and instead grabbed the javelin against his chest with both hands. With a hard flick, he successfully moved the javelin out. The javelin, which had lost its target, burrowed deeper into the ground. And Shen Xi finally stabilized his body and stood firmly on the ground with his feet. At this time, the distance between him and the centurion had reached several thousand meters.

"Remarkable. Shen Xi looked at his chest, and the place where the javelin was pierced was actually a little deformed. This discovery made Shen Xi himself startled. The immortal armor constructed by his own exclusive miracle is definitely not as effective as the original, which Shen Xi knows in his heart. No matter what kind of attack you face, this slightly inferior immortal armor is extremely strong. But this time it was a little deformed, which was really unexpected. "It's the first time I've encountered an attack that transforms this armor. Your blow already has the smell of a god. ”

The distance of several thousand meters is not too far to say that it is close, but it is not too far to say that it is not too far. It only took a few seconds for Shen Xi to return to the position he had just placed. However, the centurion no longer had any ability to resist, he just looked at Shen Xi in a daze, and the slightly concave deformation of the immortal armor on Shen Xi's chest, and asked after a long time, "That's it?"

Shen Xi nodded, and said sincerely, "It's amazing, it's really powerful." I've never seen anyone attack that could hurt this armor, not even a barbarian god, not even a false god who had stolen the godhead. ”

The centurion's eyes glazed over, "Can ...... But it's an artifact that has been bathed in the flesh and blood of the Son of God!"

"Divine Son?" Shen Xi scratched his head, "I don't know which colleague has left an heir in Gaia. But even if there really is, when they see me, they have to respectfully call Uncle Uncle. ”

This is extremely arrogant, but it is also extremely natural. The most terrifying thing is that this is still a fact. If it is really the son of God, then it is naturally the heir left by a certain intern god. And all the internship gods are just seniors at the level of senior brothers and sisters in front of Shen Xi, and when their heirs meet them, it is really not too polite to call Uncle respectfully.

The centurion shook his head and smiled bitterly, "The gods teach us that men should keep their promises. While I still can't accept this fact, I did lose. He raised his head to look at Shen Xi and spread his hands, "I won't do any more hostile acts, if you have any questions, just ask." ”

The white armor on Shen Xi's body gradually disappeared, and he walked into the centurion with a smile and patted him on the shoulder. "Naturally, the question is to be asked, but before that, let's have something to eat. I'm also interested in lamb with fennel. ”

The friendship between men always comes very unreasonably, and Shen Xi feels that the centurion in front of him is really a very interesting person. A few minutes ago, the centurion had insisted that he could not accept the water and food offered by the enemy, but now, the aging centurion was not at all visible, putting his arms around Shen Xi's shoulders and shouting that he should pour a whole glass of cold ale.

"You wouldn't have done anything to someone who had ceased hostilities and was cooperating. The centurion spoke triumphantly of his plan, ignoring that the audience was the object of his calculations. "I lost the fight, but you have to have something that can't beat me. Even if it's a god, it's not perfect. When the centurion said this, his expression suddenly felt a little aggrieved and a little sad. But he quickly concealed this emotion under the persuasion words, "Fight, I'm not as good as you." But drinking, you ......" he pointed to Shen Xi's nose, and then suddenly laughed, "just because you don't have a beard, you can't drink me!"

Shen Xi took the wine glass, then chuckled twice, "Answer me a few questions first." And then there's the drinking thing. ”

The centurion shook his head, "That's not going to work, what if you run away after asking all the questions?" ”

"Then take a step back and change a glass of wine for a question. Shen Xi raised his eyebrows, and secretly decided in his heart that if the centurion still didn't agree, then he would take advantage of his unpreparedness and beat him hard. Beat him until he answers the question honestly.

The centurion didn't know if he sensed a hint of murderous energy, and nodded happily, "Okay, you can ask! Let's have a drink first! I'm really a little thirsty." ”

Shen Xi didn't talk nonsense, and asked directly, "Why do you want to return to Nazareth's body?"

The centurion's face froze, and then he smiled bitterly, "Isn't this kind of question supposed to be asked last?"

"That's a cliché skill and a trick. Shen Xi tilted his head and picked up the wine glass in front of him, the golden wine gently slid down his throat, with a burst of frost and a hint of bitterness, "But I don't think it's really necessary to talk to you." After all, you've already decided to work together. Shen Xi still didn't say a word, if the centurion talked about him left and right, Shen Xi himself just took the opportunity to beat him up to vent his personal anger.

"You have a point. Who knew that the centurion had no intention of resisting at all, and said obediently, "In the face of the absolute disparity in power, these little cleverness are indeed insignificant. ”

After a moment of silence, the centurion whispered, "My name is Longinus, Longinus Cornelius Sgalle. Born in the Roman Empire in the Arabian province of Petra, he worked as a jailer for twenty-three years and suffered from severe glaucoma. He raised his head, looked at Shen Xi in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "The story of the short spear and Nazareth that you have heard is true. At least quite a few of them are true. And I was one of the main characters in that story. It was I who pierced Nazareth in the left rib and at the same time was cured of his eye by his blood. ”

"I am a saint. ”

(End of chapter)