In the ancient period, when the practice of martial arts had not yet appeared, the martial artist was the highest combat power of the human race.

Countless warriors are brave and fearless, going forward one after another, fighting powerful monsters with their lives and blood, and the guardian human race has continued to this day.

Now thousands of years have passed, although the group of warriors has lost its former glory, it is not a soft persimmon that anyone can handle at will.

Chang Gaoyuan is one of the top martial artists in the world, and the spirit and killing intent of his whole body burst out in an instant, which actually made Rong Fei feel like he was in the middle of the battlefield, his ears were full of the sound of Jin Ge Iron Horse, and his nose was full of strong bloody gas.

However, it was only a moment's work, Rong Fei woke up, and hurriedly mobilized spiritual power all over his body to fight against Chang Gaoyuan's momentum.

"Ben Hou doesn't want to embarrass His Majesty by the disharmony between civil and military affairs, Fen Chengbo retreats at this time, and Ben Hou can be regarded as if the previous thing did not happen. But if you are more aggressive, you will not be merciless under the demon spear."

Chang Gaoyuan grabbed the waist of the gun with one hand and the tail of the gun with the other, and before he saw how to make the iron spear seem to come to life, the head of the spear tied with red tassels trembled on its own, making a buzzing sound.

Like the roar of a dragon thirsting for blood.

"The immortals are guilty of the same crime as the common people! Jing Yuanhou, don't think that you are the god of war and can be proud of your achievements. It is also a felony to obstruct the official mission to handle the case, believe it or not, this arrest will kill your father and son."

Rong Fei did not show weakness, injected spiritual power into the Ruyi ball and turned it into a straight knife form, holding the handle of the knife flat in front of him, and the tip of the knife pointed directly at Chang Gaoyuan.

"Arrogance!"

Since Rong Fei didn't enter the oil and salt, Chang Gaoyuan didn't bother to continue to talk nonsense with him.

He took a sharp step forward with his right foot, and the spear stabbed at Rong Fei's chest.

Rong Fei knew that he was definitely not Chang Gaoyuan's opponent with his half-hung martial arts skills, so he hurriedly poured spiritual power into the blade, and the long knife transformed into the Ruyi ball immediately glowed with a glowing halo all over his body, and slashed straight at the spear that was pierced.

Although Chang Gaoyuan's iron spear is strong and tough, it is a rare battlefield weapon, but it is still impossible to be an opponent of a straight knife infused with spiritual power.

The collision of two blades can only result in the iron spear being cut off, while the straight knife is harmless.

This is where the monk is more powerful and unreasonable than the warrior.

Spiritual power is the ability to turn decay into magic.

What's more, the material of the Ruyi ball itself is very magical, and it is more than a few chips stronger than the iron in the mortal world.

But at the moment when the two blades were about to collide, Chang Gaoyuan's arms shook suddenly, and the iron spear suddenly turned into more than a dozen real and illusory gun shadows, and easily dodged the slash of the straight knife, and more than a dozen real and false spear heads pierced Rong Fei's chest.

Rong Fei activated the Piercing Insight Divine Power, and at a glance he could distinguish the location of the real spear head, and smashed the tail of the handle of the knife.

Ping!

After a crisp metal crash, the two of them each took a few steps away.

Rong Fei's entire right arm was sore and numb, and his right hand holding the knife was trembling slightly.

The front half of the tip of the iron spear was gone, and now only half of it remained. The arms holding the barrel of the gun were also shaking slightly.

In this round of confrontation, the two actually played a draw.

"Come again!"

Chang Gaoyuan only repaired for a moment, then let out a long roar, using the spear without the tip of the spear as a long stick, and wielded it to sweep away thousands of troops.

The so-called one inch is long and one inch strong.

If Rong Fei used a straight knife to fight against him at this time, it would obviously be a loss, so he turned the Ruyi ball into the form of a spear and used a move to smash Huanglong.

You don't have a gun, but I do.

I have spiritual protection, and being swept by your long stick is at most a serious injury, but if you are stabbed by me, you will lose your life.

Chang Gaoyuan saw Rong Fei's intentions, and at the same time noticed the strange blade in Rong Fei's hand that could change form at will. However, at this time, he didn't have time to be surprised, and his arms used force to make the long stick change direction halfway, change the sweep to pick, and pick the spear that Rong Fei stabbed away.

Chang Gaoyuan has excellent martial arts skills and rich experience.

Rong Fei has spiritual power to protect the body and a variety of ruyi balls.

For a while, the two of them were evenly matched, and no one could help anyone.

The old man who was leaning on the porch and pretending to sleep seemed to be really asleep, except for the Ruyi Ball when he changed from a knife form to a spear form, his eyes opened slightly and he glanced at it, the rest of the time his eyes were closed, and there was a slight snoring sound from the end of his nose.

"Your Majesty, Uncle Fencheng entered the Jingyuan Hou Mansion and fought with Jing Yuanhou."

The door of the imperial study was not closed, and Jia Shen didn't want to knock on the door to remind him, so he squeezed in directly sideways through the crack in the door and reported urgently.

"What did he say?"

Zhu Sheng, who was obviously already restless, hurriedly asked.

"Fen Chengbo said that Chang Huaien was involved in a case and wanted to bring it back to the Immortal Division for interrogation. Jing Yuan waited for it to be allowed, and the two fought if they disagreed, and the two are still in a state of parity."

Zhu Sheng's heart that had been hanging for most of the night finally let go when he heard this.

As long as Rong Fei says it, it's easy to do.

It's a good thing for the two to fight, taking the opportunity to dissipate the anger in their hearts. Besides, there are people in the worship hall, so you don't have to worry about a life-and-death situation.

Zhu Sheng picked up a holy decree that had been written long ago on the imperial case and threw it into Jia Shen's arms.

"Go to Jingyuan Houfu and read my will."

"Yes."

Jia Shen trotted all the way to the edge of the palace wall, and was about to climb the wall to take the hanging basket out, when Hou San, the head of the Warm Wind Pavilion, came in a hurry.

"The concubine advises not to cause Fencheng Bo to be injured in the slightest, otherwise you are the only one who asks."

Jia Shen rolled his eyes when he heard this, is this something I can decide.

Boom boom...

On the long street on the east side of Jingyuan Mansion, Liang Kuan was still exerting his spiritual power, and Guangyu was bombarding Bai Zizi.

Before the time of the tea, Bai Zizi was already quite embarrassed to dodge left and right, and he was in danger, as if he was about to run out of spiritual power in the next moment, and he was paralyzed to the ground.

But at this time, he can still use the Sword-Flying Star Technique at critical moments, and continue to stubbornly survive.

The attack range of the spiritual power light rain is large, and the spiritual power consumed is naturally extremely considerable, not to mention that it is necessary to maintain the eight-star light prison to prevent Bai Zizai from escaping, so Liang Kuan at this time is not very comfortable.

But every time he saw Bai Zizai's embarrassed appearance when he was dodging, he would always give Liang Kuan the illusion that he would be able to blast it into pieces next time, so he gritted his teeth and persevered.

After all, the use of the sword flying technique also consumes spiritual power, and with the seven-grade cultivation of the Sword Pavilion kid, he can't perform it a few times. When his spiritual power is exhausted, it is the time to die.

And Liang Kuan was already at the peak of the six-grade cultivation decades ago, and the competition for spiritual power consumption was definitely a sure win.

Liang Kuan made such a plan in his heart, and once again sprinkled the light rain of spiritual power... And again... And again...

It wasn't until he realized that more than half of his physical and spiritual power had been consumed, and the Sword Pavilion kid was still as if he was about to run out at any time, that Liang Kuan finally realized that something was wrong.

I was actually tricked by the shameless Sword Pavilion boy!