At the foot of the mountain, Yang Tianyu and Gong Tianwei stood side by side on the side, watching the battle.

"Twenty rounds, right?" Gong Tianwei silently counted the tricks of the two on the top of the mountain, "His Royal Highness Cheng Che has been able to hold on until now without falling behind, which is really beyond my expectations." ”

Yang Tianyu didn't know where to hit and conjured up a jar of wine, put it into his mouth and poured it: "The Four Princes' three-point spears have improved a lot compared to before they went to sea, and even I can't see through many subtle changes. If he came up with a way to crack the sword technique of His Royal Highness Cheng Che, it would be dangerous. ”

Gong Tianwei snorted and said: "He is a disciple of the ghost master, and he is more than ten years older than His Royal Highness Chengche, so he will be embarrassed if he can't win." ”

Yang Tianyu shook his head and said, "The Four Princes have not yet performed the Holy Yan Technique, and those things passed down by the ghost master are extremely strong. If His Highness Cheng Cheng didn't have a backhand to deal with, it would have been very difficult to maintain the current situation. ”

Gong Tianwei said: "Before going to sea this time, His Majesty specially told us to try to frustrate the spirit of the four princes, so as not to suffer a big loss in the future." Through this battle, even if he doesn't say anything, he can understand that there are many great talents in the world, and he must not underestimate others. ”

"Let him understand that there is someone in the world who can be stronger than him!" Yang Tianyu gulped down his drink and said, "With the strong character of the fourth prince, he will never turn back when he hits the south wall and breaks the blood. ”

Gong Tianwei said with a smile: "Who said no, if there is really a south wall, even if his head is broken and bleeding, he will have to collapse the wall." ”

Yang Tianyu just wanted to speak, but he put down the wine jar suddenly, stared at the battle group with blazing eyes and said, "Holy Yan Technique, we have to be careful!"

I saw that Xiang Lin's spear style suddenly slowed down, as if every move needed to be carefully considered and carefully considered, which was very different from Fang Cai's sharp and fast moves, as straight as the abyss.

He singled out with a shot, looked left and right, looked forward and backward, couldn't see where he was going to stab, and he couldn't figure out the slightest head.

However, Ji Chengche's heart was a great alarm, and the Fetal Yuan Divine Sword in his hand was about to be split, and he found that the opponent's spear momentum was uncertain, and he had faintly blocked all his move changes, and the situation was like Xiang Lin could predict the prophet.

Seeing that the move was unfavorable, Ji Chengche immediately decided to change his course, and the fetal Yuan Divine Knife was cut into a horizontal cut on Xiang Lin's chest.

The paradox was that as soon as his knife moved, Xiang Lin's overlord spear actually stabbed towards Ji Chengqing's chest like a silver bottle.

At first glance, Xiang Lin's response move seems to be the same as Ji Cheng's, attacking and killing each other. But the length of the Overlord Divine Spear was far better than that of the Fetal Yuan Divine Knife, and before Ji Cheng's blade could be sharpened, the tip of the spear had already pierced into his chest.

Ji Cheng's eyes were clear and his hands were fast, and the fetal Yuan Divine Knife was like a dragon turning over and "dang", and it slammed on the barrel of the gun.

The two of them each took a few steps back, and Xiang Lin smiled coldly and said, "What kind of magic power do I have when you are you, you dare not be merciful." ”

As he spoke, the Overlord Divine Spear leaned forward and slowly pointed at Ji Cheng's throat.

Ji Cheng's eyes locked on the tip of the Overlord Divine Spear, and saw that it kept trembling slightly, and it could give birth to infinite changes at any time, which was unguardable. What's even more annoying is that as soon as his sword move is made, Xiang Lin will drive the Overlord Spear to preemptively criticize it as he did just now.

"Could this be the Holy Technique?"

Ji Cheng's heart moved, knowing that he was in big trouble.

Even in the 100,000 witch scriptures, which claim to be all-encompassing, the record of the sacred art is vague, and it is only known that it is not a real trick, but an ancient mastery with more than 10,000 words of mantra as the outline.

This 10,000-character mantra almost reveals the mysteries and mysteries of all the moves in the world, and it can calculate the number of opponents' moves in a snap of his fingers, and then calculate the flaws according to the map, so as to anticipate the enemy's aircraft to strike one after another.

It has no fixed moves, or more colloquially no moves at all, it will only adapt to the changes in the opponent's moves at all times, just like an antelope hanging on its horns without a trace, and there is no way to crack and defend it.

The previous vicissitudes of life were subject to Xiang Lin's holy inheritance technique, so that he fell into the disadvantage everywhere, and it was difficult to fight back when he was beaten passively.

Now it was Ji Chengche's turn to fall into the same dilemma, his every move and style was under the control of Xiang Lin's Holy Yan Technique, and he became constrained and unable to unfold, it felt like he had worked hard to paint a painting, but when he saw that he was about to finish his work, he was suddenly thrown into a mess with a broken brush.

No matter how he changed his moves, and no matter how he accelerated the speed of his sword, he could never get rid of the clamp of the overlord spear, but from time to time there were dangers and were almost taken advantage of by Xiang Lin several times.

It's just more than ten rounds of work, and Ji Chengche is already sweating and extremely hard.

Rao is like this, he still can't grasp the opponent's elusive spear attack, so he can only turn the attack to defend the general Xu Fangyuan, who is surrounded by water.

Bu Cangsang's heart almost jumped out of his throat when he saw it, but he couldn't help at all because his hands and feet were broken, and he was afraid that Ji Cheng would be distracted, so he didn't dare to open his mouth to shout, only hoping that Xuan Shuang could save the Lord.

But Xuan Shuang turned a blind eye to this, as if he was full of confidence in Ji Chengqing, and had no intention of helping.

I don't know when, Yang Tianyu and Gong Tianwei also approached the battlefield at the peak. Seeing that Ji Chengche's battle situation was unfavorable, Gong Tianwei frowned and said, "Do you want to separate the two of them?"

Yang Tianyu shook his head and said, "Wait, it's not the time for a desperate situation." Winning or losing today's battle is a rare experience for both of them, and it is worth taking some risks. ”

Although Gong Tianwei sometimes does not fake her husband, she has always believed in his judgment in her heart, so she secretly condensed her divine sense and continued to pay attention to the progress of the battle.

Xiang Lin felt that he was in control, and while stepping up his urging to attack, he was not in a hurry to kill Ji Chengche immediately under the gun, and said like a cat playing with a mouse: "The surname Ji, aren't you quite capable?" cheer up, don't disappoint me!"

Ji Chengche turned a deaf ear to Xiang Lin's ridicule, and his brain teased to find a way to crack the Holy Yan Technique.

After a moment's distraction, the Overlord Divine Spear suddenly accelerated and rushed forward to stab Ji Cheng's lower abdomen.

Ji Chengqing couldn't parry, so he had to dodge to the right as hard as he could, and the Fetal Yuan Divine Knife slashed forward almost instinctively.

"Poof!" The spear was slightly off, piercing Ji Qing's left arm, and blood suddenly gushed out.

Xiang Lin was just about to turn the spear and completely abolish Ji Chengqing's left arm, when a cold light flashed in front of him, and the Thunder Wan Jun of the Fetal Yuan Divine Sword had already slashed at him.

After all, he was unwilling to exchange his life for an arm of his opponent, so he immediately withdrew his gun and swung back to block the Fetal Yuan Divine Knife with a "ding" sound.

A flash of light flashed in Ji Cheng's mind, and he secretly rejoiced: "There is!"

"Keng!" The Fetal Yuan Divine Knife Changge Tianjun turned into a flash of lightning and preemptively used a move to "cut the sky", and slashed at Xiang Lin's head.

Xiang Lin sighed, surprised to realize that although his Holy Yan Technique could perfectly calculate the trajectory of this "Heaven Splitting", he couldn't find its flaws anyway.

- It's not that there are no flaws in the crack, but that it has reached the realm of returning to the basics, and all the flaws are not flaws. Maybe he could easily take Ji Cheng's life with one shot, but he would never be able to dodge the first blow that cut the sky!

If you can't even save your own life, what's the point of finding more flaws in your opponent?!

Thinking of this, Xiang Lin immediately gave up the calculation of the Holy Yan Technique, withdrew, crossed the gun, and blocked the knife.

"Khooth!"

The knives and guns fought, Ji Cheng's body shook to remove the impact of the gun, and the mouth shouted like thunder and the knife slashed again, it was still a move to "cut the sky"!

"Hmm, you only knew this trick!" Xiang Lin raised his eyebrows and raised his gun again.

"Sonorous, sonorous, sonorous......"

From the beginning to the end, Ji Chengche slashed one after another, slashing the sky and attacking Xiang Lin endlessly, forcing him to retreat again and again, only the ability to parry and have no power to fight back.

After ten swords, Xiang Lin had unconsciously retreated to the top of the mountain, and Ji Chengche condescended to attack even more fiercely.

But at this time, Xiang Lin had also calmed down, forcibly held down the anger in his chest, and couldn't defend it step by step, and Ji Chengche couldn't hurt him for a while.

He had already seen that this type of slashing the sky was really strong and fierce, but each knife was extremely expensive, if it weren't for Ji Chengqing's profound skills, he would be so tired that he would lie down after three or two slashes.

Even so, if Ji Chengche continued to slash without stopping like this, it wouldn't take long for him to run out. At that time, it will be fish and meat to be slaughtered.

So he fought and retreated, patiently consumed Ji Cheng's strength, and secretly waited for the moment to launch a counterattack.

It's a pity that he made a lot of calculations, but he didn't count the medicinal power of the Seven Treasures and Ten Treasures Golden Pill Wine in Ji Chengqing's body boiling at this moment, which was the most vigorous and intense.

The tide in his spiritual sea was overwhelming, and he almost didn't have time to refine and absorb it, and he was worried that the excess power had nowhere to go, so he simply vented it without any scruples by slashing the sky.

His body was getting hotter and hotter, and the qi in his meridians seemed to have turned into fiery molten lava, almost melting his flesh and blood.

The majestic Gang Qi was rushing and roaring, constantly pouring into the Fetal Yuan Divine Knife, the blade was shining brightly, and the stormy offensive did not show the slightest sign of exhaustion, not giving Xiang Lin the slightest respite.

Gradually, Xiang Lin realized that something was wrong, as if his prediction was completely wrong.

After more than 20 slashes, Ji Chengche was still alive and well, and the knife momentum became more and more fierce and grand like a snowball, dwarfing himself and losing the other.

If it goes on like this, he can't wait for Ji Chengqing to be exhausted, and he will die in Jiuquan with one knife and two knives.

On his fingers, the two fought for nearly fifty rounds, and there were several thrilling ups and downs in the process, but he never firmly grasped the battle situation, let alone abused Ji Chengche as he wanted.

On the contrary, Ji Chengqing didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and broke his own holy art with a move to "cut the sky", and then slashed his head and face so that he retreated step by step and had no way to fight back. If this spreads, how will I have the face to meet people?

Thinking of this, Xiang Lin sneered and said, "The surname Ji is enough!" (83 Chinese Net.)