Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Zhao Ming no longer has the slightest reservation, no, it should be that he has already added all the power he can burst into his fists, there are no tricks, there are no moves, it is completely just punching and smashing into the opponent one after another......

At such a speed, even the congenital late stage of Singh can only barely defend, even if he is shocked and angry in his heart, he is struggling to support, he does not believe that the other party can always maintain such combat power, this kind of power he has only seen once in his life, that is, in the Dharma Cave in Shaolin Houshan, that is also the most complete defeat of him, so far he has never dared to set foot in the Central Plains, decades have passed, he did not expect that he has not really gone south to meet such a strong opponent in this Xiangyang City, although the other party has forcibly improved his strength through secret methods, but it still makes Singh have increased his fear of the Central Plains by three points, in these decades, A large part of the reason why he has always disagreed with the plan of the southern invasion is also this, I thought that the old monk should have passed away decades, and there should be no object that he can be afraid of in this Central Plains, but he didn't expect to meet a young monk with such a talent just after setting foot in this land......

But he is not afraid, but there is a trace of excitement in his heart, the defeat has been repeatedly stuck in his throat in the past few decades, every time he cultivates, he can remember the original shame, although his cultivation has become more profound over the years, but his state of mind has never been able to make the slightest progress, and his strength has stagnated since then, he also knows that it is impossible for him to wash away the shame of the year in his life, so in the past few years, he has gradually shifted his attention from cultivation to secular power, which is why he will intervene in the battle for the throne as an outsider......

But now Zhao Ming's appearance has made him find hope again, he was defeated by a Shaolin genius like this little monk in front of him, at that time he already had today's cultivation, and the monk's cultivation was only in the late congenital stage, but in the hands of the other party, he did not have the slightest power to fight back, these decades have passed, if the other party has not been able to make a breakthrough then it can only become a handful of loess now, Singh does not believe that the other party can break through in just a few decades that no one has touched for hundreds of years.......

And Zhao Ming felt that if he could strangle Zhao Ming, a genius, then the shackles in his heart might have hope to break free, which made Singh's heart tremble constantly, he was waiting for this opportunity, he had been waiting, waiting for decades, he was about to give up, and he no longer had hope, but he didn't expect to meet Zhao Ming when he was completely desperate, although the punch that smashed on his body was very painful, but he was laughing, he was persevering, waiting for an opportunity......

At this moment, Zhao Ming's heart is no longer as calm as it was at the beginning, the time of the two incense sticks is actually not long, fleeting, Zhao Ming can feel that the strength in his body is gradually weakening, the boiling blood is slowly subsided, and fatigue begins to sweep through his mind in one fell swoop, as if singing a lullaby in his ear, making his whole body seem to lose strength......

Singh didn't know how long he could hold on, at the moment his arms had no strength, as if they had been broken, the ribs on his body were almost broken, the only thing that could support him not to fall down until now was hope, and at this moment, hope was in front of him......

"Hahaha........ Aha....... Finally let me wait until this day, old bald donkey, I want you to die, didn't you say that I can't surpass you in my life? Today Lao Tzu will let you know the fate of humiliating Lao Tzu......" At this time, Singh seemed to be unconscious, and his eyes when he looked at Zhao Ming were also full of madness, and the blood on his face made him look like he didn't look like anything anymore The first time he appeared, he was so mature and chic, and it was even more like the previous appearance of everything was indifferent.......

Zhao Ming didn't speak, not that he didn't want to say it, but at this moment he didn't even have the strength to speak, the sequelae of the secret method on the Seven Killings Sutra were too great, and the time of the two sticks of incense doubled Zhao Ming's strength several times, but after the two sticks of incense, Zhao Ming was not left with the slightest time to leave, and the tiredness of his whole body swept through Zhao Ming's mind, and even the sound of "Sleep, you are tired......" echoed in his mind......

At this moment, Singh is no longer an amiable uncle next door, but like a legendary rebellion, saying some words to the extremely weak Zhao Ming that he can't understand at all, but Zhao Ming can guess who the other party is saying these words to, obviously, in the other party's heart, he must have seen himself as another person.......

Zhao Ming is trying to persevere, but time is a knife to kill pigs for the soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty, taking away the lives of every soldier one by one.......

Just when Dongfang Ao was about to despair, when Zhao Ming looked at the Singh in front of him, who had fallen into madness, struck him with a palm, Zhao Ming was really a little desperate, but he didn't regret it, he didn't regret his decision......

Just when Zhao Ming was about to completely close his eyes, just when Dongfang Ao was about to give up completely, there was a sudden throbbing among the Dajin army under the city, and as time passed, the turmoil quickly attracted everyone on the city wall......

"Meta... Marshal, we ...... Our reinforcements ......" At this time, one of the only two remaining guards behind Dongfang Ao seemed to recognize the people under the city at once, and shouted excitedly......

Dongfang Ao did not divert his attention because of the guard's words, at this moment the sword in his hand still did not stop, constantly seizing the lives of those Dajin soldiers, and the attention of those Dajin soldiers was also attracted by the changes under the city, after all, it was their military camp, which would naturally attract their attention, but because of this short moment, there were a few more souls under Dongfang Ao's sword......

Seeing that Dongfang Ao finally stopped, the remaining two guards hurriedly surrounded him in the middle, while Dongfang Ao set his eyes on the turmoil under the city......