Luo Yangxing didn't blink his eyelids from Gui Yingcha's sudden approach to attacking, and saw that the white claws were wrapped around the white qi of Sen Sen, and the long nails of the horror had already touched the skin of his neck, but in the end, he couldn't invade it. Guiyingcha's cultivation of Yin Corpse Energy does have the effect of eroding the opponent's internal force, but it must first invade the tendons and veins through the skin, but the surface of Luo's nourishing skin seems to have an invisible shield, no matter how Guiyingcha urges the internal strength, it will be in vain.

Luo Yangxing didn't seem to have any movement, standing quietly in place like Mount Tai, but Gui Yingcha's claws couldn't get in half an inch, the two were very close at the moment, and many people couldn't see what was going on, but Gao Jie clearly saw that in fact, Luo Yangxing had already made a move, but it was just extremely hidden, because Gui Yingcha's wrist had already been tightly pinched by Luo Yangxing.

Gui Ying just relied on the fast and ruthless martial arts of the Yin Corpse Gate, and the blow just now was about to succeed, so he was relieved to urge the internal force with all his might, in order to complete his work in one move, never thought that the speed of this tall and mighty man's shot was not inferior to him, or even faster, and he was caught off guard, and his wrist was restrained, no matter how he broke free, Luo's palms were like iron tongs, strong and powerful, and he couldn't break free at all.

Master duel, sometimes it only takes one move to distinguish the winner and loser, Gui Yingcha is greedy and aggressive, his wrist is controlled, the true qi in his body cannot operate, he loses the opportunity, and the defeat still cannot be reversed.

No one expected that the contest would end so quickly, and no one cheered because most people hadn't reacted at all.

Luo Yangxing stared at Gui Yingcha's somewhat flustered eyes, and suddenly said: "With your strength, it is impossible to defeat me in one move, it seems that the general is fetters in his heart, which led to such a rash advance! Luo hopes to really compete with you, and the general will calm down a little and fight again!" After speaking, he let go of his palm and let Gui Yingcha retreat.

Guiying suffered a misfortune at home in her childhood, and she was bent on revenge, with a withdrawn and autistic personality, and an inferiority complex hidden in her arrogance. Luo Yang's indifference and calmness reminded him of the moment his father was beheaded, Zhai Saizhi's complacent appearance, and suddenly roared, the yin qi around his body was steaming, his body floated again, his long black hair and black one-color clothes were hunting and fluttering, at this moment, he was no longer like a zombie, but more like a ghost envoy from hell. On his defeated face, his eyes were blood-red, staring at Luo Yangxing viciously, his fluttering body suddenly rushed out, his claws crossed and slashed, and ten white lights cut towards Luo Yangxing.

Luo Yangxing shouted: "Okay!" The whole body was really angry, and the whole body was actually exposed to a misty red light, he faced the cut white light, did not take half a step back, but stood up to meet it, everyone only heard the "ding" sound, as if a sharp blade hit the steel shield, Guiying just condensed with the strength of the Yin corpse Ten Qi blades did not even break Luo Yangxing's clothes a little, and disappeared into invisibility.

Gao Jie couldn't help shouting: "It's exploded!" You must know that Gui Yingcha's ten qi blades will be cut off even if they are ordinary swords, but they were actually stiffened by Luo Yangxing, can this perverted defense not make Gao Jie cheer? !

Luo Sigong said softly behind him: "The cultivation is still so naïve, with the kindness of a woman, it can already be based on the duel that he won, but he has to be entangled in a fair contest, if it weren't for the fact that Lieyang Gong is really the nemesis of Yin corpse strength, how can this blow be so easy to hard! Xiaojie, you have to remind this senior brother when you have time, he just can't listen to my words!"

Gao Jie smiled bitterly and said secretly: "I have only met with my senior brother a few times, and I haven't said a few words, will he listen to me?!" But when he heard the deep pleading and expectation in his uncle's words, he couldn't open his mouth to refuse, so he had to nod silently and accept it.

On the field, Luo Yangxing took Gui Yingcha's qi blade, and the forward momentum did not stop for a while, but bullied the opponent like a whirlwind, and a simple and unpretentious straight fist hit Gui Ying's chest properly, and the big fist was also shrouded in a red light, and its momentum was like thunder, and it was incomparably powerful. With the approach of this punch, the miserable white yin qi around Gui Yingcha dissolved, like white snow meeting the scorching sun, and in an instant, there was no white qi left in his chest, revealing the flaws of the boss. Gui Yingcha has never encountered such a strange situation, in the land of Tibet and Mongolia, with his skills and strange martial arts, he rarely encounters opponents, and he has never been so embarrassed in a one-on-one situation, seeing a red fist rapidly enlarged in front of him, he just subconsciously protected his chest with both claws, and chose to make a hard connection.

"Bang!" With a soft sound, Guiying flew backwards and flew out, right in front of the position of the Mongolian envoy, and Zhentu and Rolling Chuk had been at odds with him, and they didn't have the idea of catching him at all, so they dodged and got out of the way. Zhuo Lu was upright, and was about to take his luck hard, but he felt a soft and strong surge around him, which slowly stopped Gui Yingcha, who was retreating rapidly, but it was his master Shaerhu Grand Lama who made a move.

Gui Yingcha was defeated again and again, his eyes were about to drip blood, and he was about to rush into the field again, but he heard Shaerhu Da Lama say lightly: "General Gui Yingcha, you can't defeat him, it's just a shame for yourself to go again, it's better to rest well and treat your hands!"

Only then did Gui Yingcha feel a sharp pain, and when he looked down, he found that the backs of his hands were like touching a soldering iron, and his skin was slightly burnt. It turned out that he had just been forced to receive Luo's Yang Fist, and not only was he knocked away, but the back of his hand was also burned by the Yang Qi contained in the Flame Sun Fist. Only then did Gui Yingcha calm down, knowing that the words of the Great Lama Shaerhu were good, and the Luo Yang who was still standing calmly in the field was afraid that he could not match it. It's just that he still doesn't understand why his peerless martial arts of the Yin Corpse Gate can run rampant in Tibet and Mongolia, but when he arrives in the Central Plains, he is so weak and unscrupulous? !

Gui Yingcha naturally couldn't understand that the Tibetan and Mongolian regions were dominated by mounted archery, and most of the martial arts he practiced came from war, and most of them were fast and vigorous slashing without moves and internal strength, and his Yin Corpse Skill was naturally effective against Mongolian warriors. However, the exercises in the Central Plains martial arts have a long history, and there are countless of them, and today it is strange that he encounters the undefeated Lieyang Gong that restrains the Yin Corpse Gong.

Of course, Luo Yangxing has been practicing martial arts with his father since he was a child, although he is not good at words and has an upright temperament, but his talent for practicing martial arts is extremely high, he is only thirty years old, and now he has seven successes of his father, even Ji Longfeng is slightly inferior to him, so even if Luo Yangxing does not use Lieyang Gong Lieyang Fist, Gui Yingcha is by no means an opponent, but it will not be so easy to win.

Seeing that Luo Yangxing won and leveled the battle between the two sides, Emperor Tianqi showed a smile and smiled at Wei Zhongxian: "I knew that Luo Yangxing would win, but I didn't expect his martial arts to be so strong, it seems that I have to promote him to an official position!"

Wei Zhongxian smiled and said, "Your Majesty has also practiced martial arts, so the eyesight world is naturally right!"

Emperor Apocalypse glanced at him, and scolded with a smile: "Wei Dada, can you not be so fake, my three-legged cat's kung fu can only bully and bully people who are powerless, but I can't get on the stage!"

Wei Zhongxian said with a smile: "Your Majesty only needs to be a good Bole, dig out all these thousands of horses of Luo Yangxing, and serve my Daming! This is Your Majesty's peerless martial arts!"

Emperor Tianqi felt that Wei Zhongxian was reasonable, and he was in a good mood, and he couldn't help laughing.

After that, the Mongols came out of the battle from the Ming Dynasty, and on the side of the Ming Dynasty, Ji Longfeng couldn't bear it for a long time, and jumped on the field without waiting for Luo Sigong to give advice. Gao Jie looked back at Uncle Shi and said with a wry smile: "The big head is more active when he sees fights and competitions than when he sees beautiful women, and he is as anxious as a monkey, there is really no way! Uncle Shi, do you want me to drag him down, how can you deal with the battle first?"

Luo Sigong shook his head with a smile and said: "I have seen this kid's martial arts in Puzhou before, and it should not be a problem to deal with the Qi Tu who is used to fighting immediately, so let him go!

When Gao Jie heard this, he hurriedly said: "In this case, why don't I go up and replace the big head, and leave Zhuolu's hard stubble to him!"

Luo Sigong couldn't cry or laugh, flicked a blow on Gao Jie's skull, and scolded with a smile: "You little slippery head, pick up persimmons and pinch them softly, right?! If you want to go further on the road of martial arts and stand on the top of the mountain in the peak of martial arts, you should be as fearless as Long Feng, fight more against strong opponents and masters, accumulate experience, and improve your strength! You have extraordinary talents, but you also need to have firm and fearless beliefs in order to become a real martial arts powerhouse!"

Luo Sigong's words were like an initiation, which made Gao Jie fall into deep thought: "Indeed, Master's words are consistent with Master's point of view. When Zhu Youzhen was rescued in the back mountain of Yongfeng Mountain, the clearance master asked me to fight with Zhu Youzhen and Hui Jing to fight for life and death with a strong enemy, and it turned out that after that battle, our strength has been greatly improved, and then we have experienced a number of actual battles, and now in the face of strong opponents, I have been able to do calm like water, calmly deal with it, so that I can give full play to all my strength, and the ability to adapt to changes has also been greatly improved. It seems that he underestimated Ji Longfeng's kid before, and he is looking for people everywhere to PK, it turns out that it is still very beneficial!"

Gao Jie was thinking to himself, but he heard a burst of cheers from the crowd, raised his eyes and looked at the field, only to see Ji Longfeng carrying a silver spear on his shoulder, proudly struggling, and opposite him, Qi Tu looked aggrieved, and the red velvet dress on his body was full of small holes, which were worn on his body like a turkey with scattered feathers, and he was very embarrassed, and on the ground not far away, a scimitar lay quietly on the ground.

It turned out that when Gao Jie was pondering, Ji Longfeng rushed to attack when he went into battle, and he didn't have the style of a general like Luo Yangxing, and the Liuhe gun was already strong, plus Ji Longfeng learned from a few old hens and big roosters The shape, not only the pace is weird, and the attack is more rapid and sharp, the foot kicking below is non-stop, the silver spear above makes it like mercury pouring to the ground, only to kill the picture screaming practice, the first fierce general of Mongolia fell like a pheasant on the shelf, and the precious red velvet color suit on his body was also stabbed and picked by the silver gun, full of holes, it is a waste! Fortunately, Ji Longfeng's head is not stupid, his strength makes it ingenious, and he stops when he points it, and it does not hurt half a point, but after picking off the scimitar in his hand, there is no suspense in this battle, and there is no need to continue.

Zhentu took a deep breath, looked at Ji Longfeng and nodded: "Your Excellency's martial arts are strong, and your foot combat is indeed skillful, but if you get to the battlefield, among thousands of troops, it is still unknown who will win and who will lose!"

Ji Longfeng scratched his head and said: "Thousands of troops, I haven't tried it, and I can't say!!! However, you lost this time, don't try to cheat!"

Zhentu wanted to throw down a cruel sentence and save some face, but who knew that this big-headed boy pretended to be stupid and stunned, and didn't give face at all, so he was angry and annoyed, and he didn't even care about the scimitar on the ground, so he had to turn around and leave the scene in a gloomy manner.

Ji Longfeng, a young man with a strange appearance, won the competition with the Mongolian fierce general Qitu easily, which was the surprise of all the officials in the big appearance, and Yang Lian and others, who had opposed him and Wukong at first, had a very ugly face, and they felt like they were slapped in the face. The Emperor of the Apocalypse stood up excitedly, clapping his palms, and his complacent appearance seemed to announce to the ministers: "My reward has its own deep meaning, what do you know?!"

The ministers of the Donglin Party all lowered their heads at the moment, quite shocked, and secretly prayed in their hearts: "The next battle should be the loyal and brave Marquis Gaojie, the Mongolians must be more powerful, don't be overturned by him, otherwise, where will the face of our people go?!" At this moment, they have long forgotten the face of the Ming Dynasty, and the only thing they think of is their own face.

With the sound of drums, Gao Jie was dressed in cloth, bare-handed, and stood opposite Zhuo Lu, and the battle to test him was about to begin.