Xiang Ji felt that he should be grateful to his ancestors. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

To be precise, thanks to the big gun invented by the ancestors. As a typical ancient Chinese cold weapon, the big gun undoubtedly has very distinctive characteristics, reflecting the philosophical understanding of the ancients on combat.

Faced with the enemy's fierce fatal blow, Xiang Ji, who couldn't dodge, had no choice but to resist head-on. Relying on his feelings, Xiang Ji's big gun finally hit Locke's heavy sword at the last moment, but the moment the gun hit the opponent's weapon, he knew that things were going to be bad.

Without him, the power coming from the heavy sword was too great, and he couldn't stop it or unload it! It was an unimaginable force, so much so that Xiang Ji couldn't help but think of the miserable appearance of his broken tendons and sudden death as soon as he came into contact with it.

Xiang Ji, who was unwilling to be killed, tried his best to hold the steel spear in his hand, but he knew that even if he blocked this sword, his two arms would inevitably be broken and completely scrapped before returning to the main god space.

Until he noticed that the big gun in his hand was beginning to bend.

It was an unprecedented curvature, and the straight barrel of the gun was almost bent into a full moon! This gun had been with Xiang for more than ten years, and he had never known that the spear in his hand was so tough.

Thanks to our ancestors for understanding the concept of listening to the power of the invention on the battlefield, and to the unknown craftsman who forged this gun, he is a firm believer in this concept. Compared with the mediocrity of other attributes, the toughness of this old gun is undoubtedly amazing, and this is the key to the skill of the big gun to play its strength, listen to the strength and accumulate strength.

If Xiang Ji was holding a hard-rod weapon such as a lance, then his best result today would be to scrap a pair of arms and barely save a life. However, the amazing toughness of the spear in his hand gave Xiang Ji the possibility of successfully resisting this blow, and the tenacity of the spear body and the huge exaggerated deformation successfully neutralized a large amount of kinetic energy.

Xiang Ji finally couldn't hold the spear in his hand, and the big spear bent into a huge bow flew into the sky with a roar. But at the same time, the deadly thrust of the heavy sword in the hand of the paladin Locke was finally blocked.

Thank you, brother! Xiang Ji sat on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief. But what should I do next? I still have fists without weapons! Let me fight to the end with a pair of fleshy palms!

But seeing that Xiang Ji did not retreat but advanced, he took the initiative to rush over against Locke's sword storm. In the eyes of others, this is Xiang Ji himself who got into the opponent's sword net, and the next moment he will be broken into pieces.

Bump, bump, bump! But the person in question, Locke, didn't think so, he only felt that the sword in his hand suddenly deviated from the direction of attack he wanted with a few muffled sounds, and the power was transferred and discharged, and the discomfort of hitting the air with all his body strength made Locke extremely uncomfortable. The paladin, whose balance had been disrupted, stumbled on his feet involuntarily and almost fell forward to the ground.

This feeling? The enemy struck the spine of my sword at the moment of the hand-to-hand fight? Damn! I used a whirlwind slash! That was the fastest attack skill in my hand! This eyesight and reaction were too much of a Nima bug! Locke immediately judged the means used by the enemy, and couldn't help but curse in his heart.

However, the question now is, where is the enemy? Locke, who managed to keep his balance and not fall a dog-gnawed mud, looked up again and felt a flower in front of him, and that hateful enemy disappeared from his eyes?

"Watch out behind you, Captain!" Lee's anxious voice came into his ears. Locke hurriedly turned backwards and unleashed a whirling slash.

Boom! The heavy sword in his hand did not feel like it had hit the human body, but the feeling of being hit hard under the ribs of his side, and the huge force hit the thick plate armor with a loud metal sound like a bell. Locke felt a thump in his chest, —786! A bright red damage figure had already burst out of his eyes!

Xiang Ji felt a light in his eyes, it turned out that the weakness of this tin can was here! He stepped on the unknown footwork and shuttled back and forth around Locke like a butterfly wearing flowers, and from time to time he looked at the gap and went up to a punch. The paladin roared angrily and kept waving his heavy sword, but he never could hit the enemy. This feeling that he had the strength to reach the corners of the enemy's clothes made Locke so depressed that he almost vomited blood.

"Bastard, you kind of stop and fight me!" Paladin Locke was furious and couldn't help yelling at Xiang Ji. Of course, for this kind of brainless shout, Xiang Ji naturally won't pay attention to it.

"Lee, help me restrain him!" As soon as he said this, Locke also knew that he had made a stupid request to the enemy, so he hurried to his teammates for help.

"Captain, I'm doing it, but I can't lock him down, this grandson is too fast! and he's too close to you!" Pastor Lee stared at Xiang Ji in the distance, sweating profusely, and never found a chance to make a move.

Hey, hey, the one who listened to all these conversations in his ears was secretly laughing at this.

The fighting style he is using now is a set of hand-to-hand combat methods that come with the Bashan Gong. It's not a fist method, it's not a palm method, in fact, this set of martial arts has no name, so Xiang Ji can only call it a hand-to-hand combat method.

Nangong Wan'er found a strange phenomenon after exploring the memories of some items. According to his memory, Mu's body had been tempered to a fairly good level, obviously a level that could only be reached by a martial artist who had undergone targeted cultivation; Xiang Ji had experienced quite a lot of battles, and his combat experience was not incommensurate with all this.

In her opinion, Xiang Ji's martial arts skills are simply poor to an incredible level, and his martial arts foundation is full of potholes and loopholes, I really don't know who laid his martial arts foundation. How did Nangong Wan'er know that the reincarnators were originally quick products under the main god, and Xiang Ji had never experienced systematic martial arts training at all?

In order to make up for this, Nangong Wan'er finally added this set of hand-to-hand combat kung fu to the mountain pulling gong. This set of kung fu itself has no moves and no styles, in fact, even if you create some powerful moves, you can't use them without internal strength at all. She created this set of kung fu to help Xiang Ji blend the various fighting styles he had used, to regain his lost martial arts roots.

Xiang Ji himself should be said to have a lot of combat experience, and he has seen a lot of various fighting methods. Although these experiences and methods were still quite low-grade and crude in Nangong Wan'er's opinion, these things were exactly what Xiang Ji needed, and his own physical tempering level was enough to support him to use these combat skills and methods.

What Xiang Ji has to do now is to pick up the branches and vines that he had lost in the battle under the guidance of this set of kung fu.

By this time, the situation on the field had changed significantly. After losing his weapon, he dealt with the paladin with a heavy sword with his bare hands, but the more he fought, the more comfortable he became, and the momentum of the battle became more and more high.

I saw him surround the poor paladin, hammering Locke like a bell. Xiang Ji hit faster and faster, and the continuous sound of hammering was almost continuous.

Knock, knock! Every time a hammer blow sounded, a large or small damage number rose in Locke's eyes. —357, —289, —459, —787!, the continuous damage numbers spread over Locke's vision, and made him panic even more.

Originally, Locke's heavy knight's plate armor could provide him with quite high protection. This is the high-end goods that Locke exchanged in the hellish space, and it is far from being comparable to those technologically backward products in real history. The thick metal armor that covers the entire body from head to toe can be effectively used to defend against slashing.

However, there is one thing that cannot be avoided even by the most powerful armor, and that is the impact generated when the weapon is slashed. In particular, the huge impact force generated by the smashing of heavy blunt weapons such as warhammers is the nemesis of this type of knight's plate armor.

And now, Xiang Ji's terrifying fist, which has a huge strength and can easily reach several tons, acts as this blunt weapon.

Although Locke's plate armor from the hell space is much stronger than its predecessors in real history, and although Locke's own physique and resistance to blows are far stronger than those of medieval knights, the powerful and lethal power of Xiangji's huge punches is far from being comparable to the war hammers in the hands of those militiamen in history.

After another loud bang, the metal plate armor on Locke's chest suddenly dented in an exaggerated arc. —2795! A bright red number came into his eyes, and so far, Locke's health of more than 9,000 points has gone by more than half in the blink of an eye!

"Lee!" the panicked paladin cried out for help.

"It's coming!" the priest in the distance raised his hand to unleash a new skill.

Instantly regenerate the target's 4,500 HP, which is the highest-level and strongest healing skill that Priest Lee can unleash so far.

The rich milky white light on Locke's body began to flicker, and his somewhat panicked heart calmed down again.

I can fight this guy for the long haul!