Chapter 45: A Small Victory
"Okay, since you want to be like this, I'll let you know what it means to have someone outside the world, and you will pay the price for your underestimation of the enemy today!"
"Hehe, I'll show you what it means to have a mountain outside the mountain! No, there is a sky outside the sky!" Si Xing responded, but what he said was like a child quarreling in the eyes of these people.
However, the princes and nobles present finally breathed a sigh of relief, if none of their disciples and children dared to fight today, it would be really too embarrassing, more terrible than losing, and at this time, as long as the disciples of the president made a move, even if they did not completely lose to Sixing, in their eyes, as long as the disciples of the president made a move, they would definitely not lose, and if they did not lose, everything was easy to say, even if today's things were passed out, they would not be ridiculed by the world.
On the contrary, they could reverse this matter, and Wu Zhen's apprentice was too arrogant, and was finally taught a lesson by the president's disciple.
The two of them said no longer verbose, and started directly, this battle is more interesting than just now, to say that it was a competition between the disciples just now, and now it is a battle between two geniuses, this time Si Xing is also more serious than just now, Si Xing's index finger and middle finger are together, and he collides with the president disciple again in the shape of a sword.
The speed of the two was extremely fast and the strength was also very great, and they constantly collided in the air, making a earth-shaking popping sound, which shook the eardrums of those present.
But in the collision again and again, people with a discerning eye can see that Si Xing has gradually fallen into a disadvantage, and they are suddenly proud, and even more are already praying that Si Xing will lose this duel quickly, and it is best to be bruised and swollen by Zhang Zhan's big nose.
And Zhang Zhan, the disciple of the president, also laughed, becoming more and more proud of his strength, looking at Si Xing, who was deflated at his hands, and mocked: "Wasn't you quite arrogant just now? Why can't you do it now? Do you have this strength? Just dare to be so rampant in the guild hall, in my opinion, it's just like that!"
Si Xing snorted coldly and didn't bother to respond, and suddenly his whole body shook, and he let out a hum, returning to the point of competing with the president's disciples.
"I'm sorry, I just saw that you weren't so strong and wanted to close it, after all, you have already failed miserably, and I'm afraid you won't be able to accept it again, but I didn't expect you to swell your face, you are not tall but your hairline is quite high, otherwise it would be very embarrassing to kill you directly!" Si Xing grinned, and occupied the top in another collision.
"Shhh
But Si Xing has that kind of strength, and it doesn't seem right to say that he is arrogant, he can only say that he is too pretending to be too high-profile.
But with this time, a trace of red light faintly appeared around Sixing, and there were more and more red light spots, and finally turned into some small red lightning, constantly colliding around Sixing, making a loud sound, and the people around him involuntarily covered their noses, because at this time, a bloody breath came from the field, and the battle between the two had just begun, this breath was like killing many people, it was very strange, and even the eyes of the president looking at Sixing changed, and he became solemn.
In the end, the chief disciple was also repulsed, only to see that he retreated about five or six meters before he stabilized his figure.
And at this time, the placket of his clothes that parried Si Xing's attack just now had been burned by the high temperature on Si Xing's body, and a burst of green smoke came out, Zhang Zhan only felt that the qi and blood in his body were surging, and the whole person had no strength, Si Xing looked at him, waved his hand very casually and smiled: "Alas, look, I just said that you can't do it, but you want to provoke me, now it's okay! ”
The elder disciple did not reply, but just stared at Si Xing viciously, like a hungry beast, everyone could see his mood from his face, see his irritability, his face was already extremely low, as if it was about to drip water.
"Hmph, you forced me, you have to use all your strength, right, then I'll give you a good look today, I don't care if I die later!"
With this sentence, the momentum of the president's disciple has changed, becoming very wild and ferocious, looking elegant and at the same time more ferocious, looking very weird, and his body is also a burst of bloody breath, feeling this bloody power, Si Xing was not affected in any way, but these bloody forces are like a son seeing his father, very affinity, very flattering, without any lethality.
If others see the president disciple using all his strength, they will definitely be under pressure, and even a little afraid, and they will also be greatly affected in front of these bloody forces, and their emotions will become excited and chaotic.
But Si Xing laughed, what kind of bloody gas is playing in front of him, isn't this a little too funny, you must know that the dragon mastiff and his grandmother are the originators of playing bloody gas, even the dragon can kill the terrible existence used as food at will, will you be afraid of your little bit of blood?
What are you doing? What are you playing?
Sixing shook his head a little helplessly, alas, I originally wanted to get along with you as a level, but you just want to be my son, so I really have no choice but to fulfill you.
"Kid, you're still too weak!" Si Xing smiled pityingly, and then saw him wave his big hand, and the bloody power in the air suddenly became a lot weaker, as if it was controlled by Si Xing in the palm of his hand, and then from his palm a more terrifying bloody aura rushed out, more terrifying than what the chief disciple showed just now, and it was even more powerful and profound, for a moment the chief disciple only felt that his mind was in chaos, and his control over the power of his bloodline became much weaker, and the power of his bloodline was suppressed to the depths of his bloodline, and even he could no longer sense the existence of the power of his bloodline, no matter how hard he tried, he could not use a trace of his bloodline power, This is the strength of the Sixing bloodline, in the eyes of others, maybe it is the power of the dragon clan Jiaolong's bloodline is already a very powerful and terrifying existence, but it is not a matter here in Sixing, even if it is really the bloodline of the dragon clan, Lao Tzu will also give it to you.
Who is the dragon mastiff? Although he is only a dog, but he is even more powerful than the tengu, he has eaten the blood of the dragon clan since he was a child, fought with the white tiger, burned himself with the fire of the Vermilion Bird to exercise, and rode the old Xuanwu at ease.
And feeling that the power of his bloodline is getting weaker and weaker, the face of the chief disciple has changed greatly, he has always been controlling others and suppressing others, but he didn't expect that he would be manipulated one day, and the other party's suppression of himself is still absolute, so that he has no room for refutation.
The subsequent ending is also very simple, the president's disciple has been suppressed by Sixing, and the scars on his body continue to increase, and finally Sixing defeated the president's disciple with a vigorous kick, and at the last moment Sixing had to take advantage of the victory to pursue, and followed up to make up for a few knives, but his movements stopped halfway, he looked at the president and others with a smile, looking very honest, like an innocent child, the smile on his face was so innocent and romantic, but everyone present knew that this special thing was pretended, this guy is a bad star, a devil!
"Hey, hey, hey, sorry, I won!"
The elder disciple, who took a few steps back and barely stabilized his figure, looked at the fierce aura on his face, and his face was full of disbelief, and he shouted, "I haven't lost yet! I can continue to fight." ”
Sixing shook his head and said sharply: "It's almost enough, it's a simple competition, there's no need to make anything to the point of life and death, you are now at the end of the crossbow, right?"
But the president's disciple didn't listen at all, and once again he went to Sixing, but Sixing didn't fight back, just blindly dodged, and couldn't hit Sixing's disciple's face became more and more ugly, and his moves became more and more messy.
"Okay, stop, do you want to be me... Forget it. Sixing didn't continue to say that sentence because the president's face was already a little unsightly at this time, and the reason why he came was very simple, that is, he wanted the other party to help him treat his master's injury, but he didn't expect it to develop to such a point.
Originally, Sixing just planned to teach these princes and nobles a lesson, so that they could learn to control their mouths in the future, stop talking nonsense, especially don't speak ill of their master, but they didn't expect that in the end, they actually fought with the president's disciples, and they were injured by others.
Although Wu Zhen is really hateful, he doesn't let himself look at the big beauty, but after all, the other party is his master and his father-in-law, so he still has to treat it well.
The president's disciple wanted to continue to make a move, but at this time, the president's face was gloomy and he spoke: "Okay! Aren't you ashamed enough?"
The disciple of the president looked at the president, his face full of haggard and disbelief, and struggled and said, "Master, I can still do it! I haven't lost yet!"