The remaining masters in the anti-Qing camp include Liu Dahong, Feng Nandi, Mei Niansheng, Jia Jindao, Chen Jinnan, Feng Xifan, He Tieshou and others.

Among them, He Tieshou made it clear that he would not participate in the ring, and no one could invite her; Feng Xifan frankly admitted that he was only protecting the safety of the prince, and did not ask about other things, and there were many people under the helm of Chen, so it was not his turn to do it; Liu Dahong was old, and he was afraid that he would not be able to do it; Chen Jinnan had arranged himself at the end from the beginning, and he was the only candidate to fight against Hong Antong.

So the only ones who can play in this round are Mei Niansheng, Feng Nandi and Jia Jindao.

After some discussion, the Heaven and Earth Society launched the world's first master, Jia Jindao, the master of Aoki Hall.

When they determined the candidate and Chen Jinnan announced it loudly, the anti-Qing camp burst into a burst of colorful voices. The color sound instantly turned into a neat slogan:

"Lord Jia Xiang will win!"

"Lord Jia Xiang will win!"

Which of Jia Jindao or Chen Jinnan has higher martial arts skills? This is a question that the two camps of the Heaven and Earth Society and the Qing Court pondered together. Although Chen Jinnan's "Blood Condensation Claw" resounded throughout the rivers and lakes and has always been admired, Jia Jindao's ability to kill Ao Bai in one move in the army of ten thousand horses is unimaginable to ordinary people.

In fact, in the hearts of the heroes of the Heaven and Earth Society, they basically think that Jia Jindao's martial arts are higher, but this cannot be declared, otherwise wouldn't it fall into the glorious image of the chief helmsman?

Now, it is the time for Jia Jindao to confirm herself, she is duty-bound, but she has no bottom in her heart, she hesitates to walk out of the pergola, looks at Qian Qingjian in the north stand, and says in her heart: "Can I do it this time?"

She really wanted to go to the stand and ask her benefactor, but the location of the wicked person was an area that could not be approached, not to mention whether Hong Antong, who was sitting in the front row there, allowed her to approach, but said that if she really walked over there, she was afraid that the people in the anti-Qing camp would scold her like they insulted Wu Liuqi.

She carried a pair of golden knives in her hand and walked to the middle of the field, but she didn't know which ring to choose to attack, and suddenly the familiar voice of the eldest brother came to her ears, "Go and fight that lama, if you win, you will automatically retreat, don't be greedy." ”

"Huh, can I win?" Jia Jindao looked at Qian Qingjian, who was ten zhang away, and couldn't help but ask rhetorically, but suddenly remembered how he could transmit such a soft voice from such a distance?

She looked around at the people around her, and saw that they were all looking at her, and the expressions on their faces were a little puzzled, which meant, who are you talking to? Do you know if you can win?

Suddenly, the eldest brother said again: "You go to the ring first, and then I will tell you how to fight." ”

When Jia Jindao heard this, he jumped up, intending to jump directly into the five-foot-high ring, but when he was in mid-air, he found that his strength was not enough, and even his lower abdomen failed to reach the height of the table, so he hurriedly lifted his knees and tried to make his feet fall on the table - even if he was squatting on the stage, he jumped up, didn't he?

However, even this idea failed to materialize, and the result was that a pair of shin bones touched the edge of the ring, and her heart was in pain, and she saw that her body was about to fall off the ring, so she hurriedly chopped her double knives on the table, and then stabilized her body, and when she changed from a kneeling position to a standing position, she pulled out the golden knife chopped on the wooden board of the ring.

At this moment, only the people in the anti-Qing lineup were dumbfounded, and the Qing court camp burst into laughter, and everyone thought: This Jia Jindao's light skills are too bad. How did you kill Aobai with this kung fu? It's really unimaginable.

Sang Jie was also laughing, laughing as he spoke in half-baked Chinese, "Do you want to give me a wide head?"

Jia Jindao's face was full of shame, but he heard the words of the eldest brother: "Take off the double knife and smash him!"

The biggest advantage of Jia Jindao is obedience, she is convinced of the instructions of the eldest brother, and without saying a word, she flew out of the double knife, she didn't know what secret weapon techniques, this kind of kung fu of the knife has never been practiced, the double knife swirled and flew towards the mulberry knot, one has deviated from the target, and the other is about to fly to the front, but the handle is forward, it is indeed "smashing", not chopping or chopping.

Can this hurt people? Even Jia Jindao himself doesn't believe that he can hurt Sang Jie, let alone the others who are clear from the bystanders? Everyone is confused, although they don't know what kind of move these knives are, but they can be sure that this kind of trick will not hurt anyone at all, even if the opponent is not Sang Jie, a person who does not know martial arts will stand there unharmed.

Sang Jie was even more determined, the laughter that had just stopped rose again, and he reached out to grab the handle of the knife, but at this moment, the situation changed drastically, and the golden knife suddenly turned over strangely, and turned into a hand that slashed at Sang Jie, and Sang Jie became not alarmed, and immediately formed a big mudra, filling the palm with internal force, and grasping the blade hard.

Seeing this scene, the audience outside the arena also became silent, and people thought: What kind of technique is used to throw the flipping end of this golden knife?

Jia Jindao was also curious, not knowing what magical power was attached to the golden knife, but he heard the eldest brother talking again: "Rush up, use all your internal strength to grab the fat piece on his neck!" and lift him up." ”

Jia Jindao didn't hesitate, and didn't care whether there was a piece of fat on the back of Sang Jie's neck, let alone how to grab the fat on the back of his neck face to face, so he just strode forward.

At the moment when Jia Jindao sprinted, the situation on the field changed again, the strange flipped golden knife was indeed caught by Sang Jie in his left hand, while the other golden knife that had lost its accuracy turned back abruptly after crossing Sang Jie's side, slashing Sang Jie's back.

Listening to the wind discerner is the basic skill of martial arts people, how can Sang Jie not hear the sound of a golden blade splitting the air behind him? I couldn't help but be horrified, seeing Jia Jindao rushing towards him, he couldn't take care of it, so he could only temporarily relieve his urgent need, and quickly turned around and grabbed the blade with the big handprint of his right hand, and at the same time kicked his left leg backwards, intending to kick Jia Jindao between the two peaks in front of his chest.

"Don't hide, don't stop! Grab the fat!" Qian Qingjian's voice sounded in Jia Jindao's ears again.

At the same time that Sang Jie turned around, Jia Jindao had already bullied five feet behind him, and sure enough, he saw a piece of fat bulging under Sang Jie's lama hat, and he didn't care about the heel that Sang Jie kicked out, so he reached out and grabbed the fat meat.

As soon as Sang Jie grabbed the second knife in his hand, he knew that the situation was not good, he didn't have to look back to know that Jia Jindao had grabbed his cover door, and he was terrified in his heart, how did she know where my cover door was?

He didn't know that Jia Jindao didn't know what it was to cover the door, but Qian Qingjian, who instructed Jia Jindao, couldn't be more clear about this, hundreds of years ago on the ship of Yan Honglie in the East China Sea, Ouyang Feng, Huang Yaoshi, Old Naughty Boy, and Qian Qingjian successively grabbed the piece of fat on the back of the Lingzhi Master's neck, which can be said to be a hundred times of grabbing.

But all the characters who practice the Tibetan Tantric Mahamudra will grow such a piece of fat on the back of their necks, what is the difference between a monk and a lama?

At the last moment, Sang Jie was too late to turn around and fight, hoping that he would kick Jia Jindao in the chest first, or Jia Jindao would avoid this kick and delay this grab, and then he only needed to prevent his opponent from hurting the door to win the battle.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt that his left leg was blocked by some force, and the expected benefit of the kick was instantly lost, and then he only felt a pain and numbness in the back of his neck, and he lost his strength.

"Hold on to the fat and don't let go, lift him up and fall headfirst down!"

Jia Jindao had just grabbed the piece of fat with his hands and feet, and he didn't know what to do next, when he heard this, he immediately grabbed Sangjie's monk's robe with his left hand, and as soon as his arms screamed, he lifted Sangjie's tall and thin body above his head. Then he got up with all his strength and threw the mulberry knot under the stage.

At the moment of the fall, Sang Jie's martial arts did not have time to recover, and he only fell to the ground like an ordinary person, and the sad thing was that this fall put his head on his feet and hit the ground first, but the ground was not the wooden deck of the cabin where the Master Lingzhi was at the beginning, and this fall directly broke the neck bone, even if he did not die, it would be difficult to recover his martial arts in this life.

At this moment, the whole audience was boiling, Sang Jie killed several challengers in seconds, everyone saw it with their own eyes, but Jia Jindao had already restrained him and fell away within one move, how powerful is this?

A group of wrestling buku in the Qing court camp looked at each other, "Is Jia Jindao a wrestling game?" Wrestling can also defeat this great lama with strong martial arts?

Regardless of whether you understand it or not, you don't dare to underestimate this heroine who killed Aobai, and the whole audience was full of colorful voices, and there were voices of admiration from all sides.

Jia Jindao made a circle to all sides in admiration, and then proudly stepped down from the stage, with tears in his eyes, and said to himself in the boiling voice: "Big brother, thank you!"

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ps: I didn't want to talk nonsense, but I had a cold again, so I'm going to explain.

Because of the broken computer and broken system, I can't publish the chapters directly on the computer, so I have to publish them before 0:00 every night, but who can imagine the pain of five chapters and 12,000 words a day suddenly disappearing?

The day after the fourth watch that day, I wrote a whole day and five chapters, but in the evening everything was ruined by the virus. Then I had to fight two more before 0:00.

Yesterday, I only slept for 6 hours in 48 hours the day before yesterday, and this weak body caught a cold.

The purpose of saying these words is to tell book lovers that it has been difficult to be productive lately.

I think my plan to finish this month will not come true.