"Your Majesty—"

As soon as Ji Chengche spoke, Xiang Yi interrupted and said, "It's too late for you to beg for mercy now." I don't want to bully the small, so I'll use one fist to fight you three times. If you have anything to say, wait until you take my three punches!"

Ji Chengqing's sword eyebrows raised, and without saying a word, he pulled out the Fetal Yuan Divine Sword and placed it across his chest.

"Fetal Yuan Divine Knife?" Xiang Yi couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the treasure knife in Ji Chengqing's hand, "Who are you?"

Ji Cheng took off his clothes and revealed his true face, and his purple hair fluttered and he stood with a horizontal knife and said, "You should know who I am." I'll trade three punches for three answers!"

"What qualifications do you have to bargain with me?"

Xiang Yi's figure expanded rapidly in Ji's clear field of vision, and the dark clouds covered the snow like a black lightning, and the artemisia grass surged like a rising tide everywhere it passed, setting off a canopy and rushing towards him.

The artemisia grass under his feet also undulated like waves, supporting the upright body up and down, like a wanderer in an angry sea, always standing.

Ji Cheng knew that there was still an insurmountable gap between his cultivation and Xiang Yi, and there was no hope of victory at all. Even if the opponent only uses one fist and is limited to three faces, the possibility of a comeback is still very small.

He knew that Xiang Yi had already understood his identity, and if he was willing to bow his head and kneel, the storm in the sky might come to an abrupt end immediately.

But he had no intention of this, how could the son of Ji Tianquan and Princess Lingxi rely on bowing his head and kneeling to beg for the grace of the overlord.

Mr. Big said that the strength of the power is not the real power, only with a strong heart is the real strong.

Although there are tens of millions of people, I will go!

"Whew-" Xiang Yi's figure jumped up from the horse's back and punched out.

When he punched, he was more than ten feet away from Ji Chengqing, and there was no trace of wind overflowing.

Ji Chengqing's heart was shocked, and he realized the terrifying power contained in Xiang Yi's iron fist.

His boxing skills have reached the pinnacle of perfection, his strength is restrained and there is no trace of waste and dissipation, and with the moment of punching, the strength of his fist is constantly soaring.

At this moment, his fist is like a volcano that is about to wake up, and the raging magma roars and accumulates rapidly, and once it erupts, it will be swept away by the earth**!

At this moment, Ji Chengche bounced up and went straight up, and the Fetal Yuan Divine Knife pushed forward and hit its edge, but it was about to collide with Xiang Yi's fist.

The tiger riders on the periphery couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise, impressed by the courage and audacity of this young man.

You must know that if you change someone to face Xiang Yi's iron fist, let alone dare to fight with a horizontal knife, it is very kind to be able to stand in place without changing your face.

But Ji Chengche understands the power of Xiang Yi's fist, so he must not be allowed to comfortably push his momentum to the peak realm, and he must be the first to intercept halfway, so as to strive for a glimmer of life.

However, his speed of the knife was unusually slow, like an old ox dragging mud and water, which was in stark contrast to his galloping figure.

Later, the faster the body speed, the slower the knife style, which is completely two extremes of one day and one place.

- "The Sea Flows", this is the third knife technique created by Ji Chengqing after being instructed by the ghost master.

The ultimate in fastness is not faster, but constant stillness.

His sword is like the rise of the moon and the setting of the sun, and the light of the forest is like the sea, giving birth to thousands of changes in Vientiane and Senluo.

Countless pairs of eyes stared at the Fetal Yuan Divine Knife in a daze, and inexplicably felt that time seemed to have stopped flowing.

These tiger warriors are all elites in the army, and they may not be able to understand the beauty of Ji Chengqing's sword, but they can also intuitively feel the extraordinary.

"Keng!" Xiang Yi responded to all changes with no change, and smashed his fist straight into a line on the knife.

But at the moment when his Overlord Invincible Fist was about to hit the Fetal Yuan Divine Knife, the blade changed slightly, like ripples trembling slightly, and some of the fist strength had been invisibly removed.

However, Xiang Yi's skill was too domineering and majestic, and the follow-up fist roared out and broke into the knife with a devastating momentum.

The brilliance of the Fetal Yuan Divine Sword skyrocketed, blooming one after another ancient magic patterns, rolling over like a stormy wave, and crashing Xiang Yi's fist into the air!

"Woo-" The Fetal Yuan Divine Knife flew out of Ji Cheng's hand and soared into the sky.

His mouth cracked and blood was dripping, and his entire right arm was twisted instantly, and his muscles bulged as if hundreds of earthworms were jumping, from the bottom to the top and straight over his shoulder.

"Poof!" his chest seemed to be hit directly by Xiang Yi's fist, and a mouthful of blood spurted out irrepressibly.

The fierce fist burst open, crushing all over his body along the meridians.

On the line of life and death, the Holy Dragon's Heart awakened, and it leaped out one after another powerful dragon breath.

Ji Cheng's mind was in a trance, and he hurriedly stuffed a snow crystal bead into his mouth and bit it and swallowed it, and immediately recovered from his senses, only then did he realize that his body was flying in the air.

"Hooray, hooray, hooray——!"

The tiger knight below erupted into a tsunami-like cheer, but when he saw that Ji Chengche could actually shake the wings of the overlord invincible fist without dying, he couldn't help but admire.

In the cheers, Xiang Yi's second fist swirled.

Ji Chengche didn't have time to breathe at all, and he didn't want to make a witch seal with his hands, so he shouted in a low voice: "The king is in the world!"

"Huh-" The Demon Emperor Seal lit up from his fingertips, suddenly bloomed and swelled upward, and reflected a dazzling brilliance in the air, and for a while, the wind and clouds changed color, wrapped in a shuddering supreme majesty, like Taiyue pressing down on the top of Xiang Yi, and the head slammed down.

At this moment, Ji Cheng's mind no longer had the idea of victory or defeat, and he even forgot the purpose of his trip.

His heart is empty, like a piece of condensed ice for the ages, no joy, no anger, no fear, no worries, the spiritual sea in the small Qiankun rolls up the Gang Mountain and burns, the majestic true yuan is rolling and spraying thin, and the three qi in the body are full of divine light, revealing a ten-thousand-year-old Xuanfrost dragon shadow more than ten zhang long behind him!

"Invincible, invincible, invincible—"

Outside the battlefield, thousands of tiger and iron horsemen shook their hearts, raising the guns and halberds in their hands and roaring in unison, cheering for Xiang Yi.

"Boom-" An earth-shattering loud sound drowned out the shouts of the Tiger Rider like a tidal wave, and the huge ball of light exploded in mid-air like a round of shattering scorching sun, bursting out countless dazzling bright lights, like sharp swords slashing through the void and raging the sky.

The ears of thousands of people were almost deafened, and the blank minds seemed to be drained, and the war horses under their crotches screamed in horror and trembled, and the scene was chaotic.

The leader of the Tiger Ben Iron Cavalry is Geng Tian, one of the twelve overseers of Great Chu, who has followed the Basheng Xiang Yi in the south and north for more than 40 years, except for a few rare duels with the supreme powerhouse of the demon race, there are few scenes like today.

He knew better than anyone that even though he only used one hand, Xiang Yi's Overlord Invincible Fist could still be called an invincible opponent under the Holy Realm, and in terms of fists and feet alone, I am afraid that only Ji Tianquan's only one hand can kneel in the four seas to resist the courtesy.

Even if Ji Chengqing is a talented genius, he will be blown away by this punch!

However, the overwhelming light in front of him was so strong and violent that even his vision and divine sense could not penetrate it, and he could only vaguely see Xiang Yi like a lonely and arrogant god standing tall in the chaotic streamer, the surrounding void was turbulent and everything was annihilated, and he was already chaotic and couldn't see anything clearly.

Seeing that His Majesty was safe, Geng Tian's heart was unconsciously relieved, and he just wanted to drink and order his subordinates to reorganize the array and clean up the aftermath, but suddenly found that Xiang Yi's eyes were coldly and intently looking towards a place.

Geng Tian was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly gathered his eyes to look at the past along Xiang Yi's line of sight, and his heart was shocked.

I saw that in the depths of the burning light flame, a rare figure slowly emerged, and it was Ji Chengqing!

His clothes were torn, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and his whole body was foggy, and he staggered in the air.

The artemisia grass under his feet had turned to powder, revealing the crimson soil, and farther away, large swaths of meadows were burning fiercely, releasing black plumes of smoke.

"He's still alive!" Geng Tian looked at Ji Chengqing in surprise and couldn't help but shake his head.

"Uh-" The Tiger Ben Iron Riders around him erupted into a burst of surprised admiration, and they didn't expect that this young man could still stand up without falling down with two punches in a row.

There are many heroes in the south, and the Wu clan has always admired blood and bravery, and when he saw Ji Cheng's heroism and fearlessness, he couldn't help but be amazed and impressed.

Suddenly there was no such thing as tranquility, and only the howling of the wind and the beeping of the artemisia grass could be heard.

Thousands of pairs of eyes stared at Ji Chengqing, and they all hoped that this young man would retreat, but no one wanted him to die under Xiang Yi's iron fist.

However, it backfired, Ji Chengche met Xiang Yi's gaze fearlessly and said, "There is still one punch left!"

Rao is Xiang Yi was arrogant, and he couldn't help but feel a little pity for this young man, and said: "Ten years later, you will come to pick me up again!"

In terms of his status and status, saying this is undoubtedly the greatest tolerance, waiting for Ji Chengqing to be let go.

If Ji Cheng knew each other, he would get off the donkey, which would save his life and not hurt the face of the two, which can be described as the best of both worlds.

Ji Chengche felt that his chest was burning like this, and the bone meridians clicked as if they would fall apart at any time, not to mention receiving another punch from Xiang Yi, and even taking a breath hurt his heart.

- Is this to keep the green mountains without worrying about running out of firewood?

Ji Chengche shook his head and said proudly, "Then am I qualified to ask you three questions now?"

Xiang Yi frowned, the trace of appreciation and pity he had just for this young man disappeared, and he said coldly: "It's not enough, it's still a punch!"

Ji Chengche took a deep breath and used the strong burning sensation in his heart to stimulate his drowsy mind, barely kept awake and said: "Ten years to wait for a punch, too long." ”

Xiang Yi sneered: "You think I will show mercy to my subordinates?"

Ji Chengche shook his head lazily, and a faint smile appeared on his pale face: "You think this punch will definitely kill me?"

The cold light in Xiang Yi's eyes flickered, and his gaze shot towards Ji Chengqing like a blade.

Ji Chengche forced himself to open his eyes and look at Xiang Yi from afar, and a voice in his heart kept shouting: "I can't fall, I don't want to give up——" (83 Chinese .com.)