It was just a test before, but this sword had already brought the true strength of Zhong Fuzi, and even because the speed was too fast, the light sword almost disappeared on the spot, and then appeared directly in front of the public.

It was also at this time that the countless fragments of floor tiles were finally lifted up by such a terrible force, like a gust of wind with sharp knives rolling up in the flat ground, roaring and covering it like a public loss.

The public squinted slightly, and his leisurely posture was like a lazy old cat watching the downpour outside the window.

He raised his arm, and the wide sleeves were full of marks cut by the lightsword, which looked extremely miserable, but he could still see the strong outline of his arm, and as his middle finger ring finger and thumb were pinched together, a beautiful handprint was twisted, and his fingertips flicked on the tip of the lightsword!

"Dangdangdang-" Four loud bangs like hitting a bell sounded in the dust, shaking the officials to cover their ears in pain, and then the light-containing sword really flew back with a sharp wind as if it had been directly hit by the bell pestle!

The sword light swept over Zhong Fuzi's shoulder, cutting off a few of his scattered hairs, leaving a crack on the clothes on his shoulder, and then continued diagonally upward, directly hitting a cornice at the top of the main hall of the Organ City, and began to collapse downward!

The officials gathered at the entrance of the main hall were all pale, and after seeing the eaves several feet high slamming down on the floor tiles, their feet shook and they all shrank into the main hall because of fear.

This is a duel between masters in the realm of grandmasters, if Master Zhong takes a few steps back and fights with the public in the main hall, he is afraid that it is possible to tear down this hall, even if this level of duel is rare in the world, but after all, he doesn't even have to take his own life, right?

But what they didn't see was that at the same time as the eaves fell, under the high steps, the public figure also flew upside down, crossed the wide square, and slammed into the high wall, knocking the masonry wall into a huge gap large enough to hold a dozen people.

Just now he shot the light sword of the move called the lotus mudra, which was originally a Buddhist handprint that existed in the Ji Shang Palace, when he found a lot of unpopular books in order to crack the old giant's technique, hoping to use this side to get through, although the effect was average, but also learned some strange tricks.

It's just that the power of Zhong Fuzi's sword just now is too great, and he hasn't fought with people in the same realm for many years, so it was because of the power of the shock that he shattered the wall.

But even so, when he stood up again, there were no scars on his body, and his rocky skin was still a grayish color, like a clumsy stone that had been exposed to the wind and the sun but had always remained the same.

Master Zhong looked at the billowing smoke and dust, his eyes condensed slightly, as if he sensed something, and then two huge pieces of masonry flew high!

In addition to the rammed earth layer on the inside of the palace wall, the outer layer of masonry is also made of large stones specially mined from the mountain, and the joints are made of a mixture of earth, sand, lime, straw, etc., to make it extremely strong.

So instead of disintegrating in the air, these brick fragments flying high in the air were still tightly united, carrying a howling wind, and at first glance, they looked like boulders thrown by trebuchets.

Until they have been rising to the highest point in the air and starting to fall, the force brought up is even greater!

If they were a cultivator in the realm of a small grandmaster, they were afraid that bearing any boulder would be enough to seriously injure them or even die, and the spiritual path of Master Zhongzi's cultivation did not have such a strong physique, so if they were really smashed, they would have to turn into flesh.

But Master Zhong still stood quietly in place, without any movement, and his wide sleeves were like spread wings, which were folded behind his back.

Master Zhong looked coldly at the sky and let out a low sigh.

Almost instantly, his wide sleeves suddenly rose, the hem of his robe fluttered everywhere, and a tremendous force burst out invisibly, almost building a faint golden brilliance in the air, and even directly bounced out the falling boulder!

Say what you say!

A samurai who cultivates qi and blood can certainly send out the roar of a martial god with his strong qi and blood and physique, shocking the four fields, while a scribe who cultivates the spirit cannot speak so loudly, but it also contains power.

The boulder that was bounced off quickly hit the ground, making one loud bang after another, smashing the palace walls and masonry floors, turning what should have been a peaceful square into a chaotic ruin, and I am afraid that whoever sees it will be heartbroken.

But Master Zhong knows that if he wants to deal with the public defeat, he must not be soft or distracted, and if he is polite, he will not be able to spare people!

He took another step up the stairs, the lightsaber ready to go, and the moment the tiles were slammed open, the trap dragon finally emerged from the ground.

Although the body has become distorted in many places because of the passage drilled out of the ground, and even half of the dragon's head has been destroyed, when it raises its head, it is still imposing.

Zhong Fuzi's light sword disappeared in a flash, piercing through the head of the Organ Dragon, and going all the way back along the spine, but in an instant, it had already turned the entire Trap Dragon into a pile of broken copper and iron, and then the figure of a public defeat flashed, and in a blink of an eye, it was in front of Master Zhong.

Before Master Zhong could react, a sheathed sword peeked diagonally from behind his shoulder, and the fists as hard as Gong Yi collided with each other, making a muffled thunderous sound.

Master Zhong was shocked and took a step back, turned his head to look at his side in shock, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stood calmly with his legs, facing the cold wind, as if smiling.

"Giant ......" Master Zhong doesn't have to turn his head to already know, because in the entire court, only the giant has the strength to fight against the public, and the inky black scabbard has always been the sword of the giant, and there will be no second person except him.

"Needless to say. The giant shook his head and comforted softly: "Although I know that you have good intentions and want to stop him for me, the matter between me and him may only be solved by me and him." ”

The giant who patted Zhongfuzi's shoulder with one hand stood up straight, his white beard swaying like a calamus in the wind, looking at Gong Yi from afar, and sighed: "Since you have been away for so many years, why do you want to come back?"

"It's probably me who should be asking. He looked at the giant like a loser, with a bit of sarcasm in his tone, "Since you have been a shrinking turtle for so long, why are you walking out of the main hall now? After a while, the forbidden army has already arrived, and Shen Jiao, who presumably went to move the rescue soldiers, should have already taken the barracks iron horse on the road, as long as you don't come out, you can continue to be your high-ranking giant, right?"

The giant was silent for a while, as if it was difficult to answer this question, and then sighed again: "After so many years, senior brother, your words are still like this, sharp. But now that we've met again, do we really have to have a debate here?"

"It's okay to argue, it's just that Lord Juzi believes in his noble status, and most of them are unwilling to argue with me, a lowly and bad old man, and lose his identity. "Honest and indifferent.

The giant's words were snatched up for a while as quickly as he was defeated, and he also smiled bitterly: "Senior brother, why do you want to mock me with such words? What is my identity in front of you? Even if I am a giant, but to you, what if I am a giant?"

In the face of Juzi's attitude, Gong Yi was finally silent for a moment, and his eyes looked at Juzi and said a little softer: "You have become a lot more mellow, there were dozens of people in the palace of Ji in the past, and the edges and corners of the arrogant heroes have been worn out of sight. ”

The giant's eyes were not sad or happy, but he said with a little emotion: "Yes." I've changed a lot over the years, and I don't know if it's because I'm in this position or if I'm supposed to be the person I am. ”

Standing at the bottom of the stairs at this moment, about twenty or thirty steps away from the giant, but such a seemingly short distance was so long that it seemed that it would never be possible.

"What are you doing here?" the giant began to ask the question he had asked at the beginning, but in a different sentence, but the tone that did not change was not angry or disgusted at the beginning.

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