There is a person who reaches out and does not hit the smiley face. turned out to be so polite at this time, naturally Zhao Zhijing could not be arrogant and unreasonable. Zhao Zhijing smiled, nodded slightly, and said in a hearty and clear voice: "Tie Shou, you are not bad, at least not like this junior brother of yours, although his swordsmanship has been mastered, but people are still too rude, and it is really not good to come and disturb others to sleep in the dark!"

Hearing Zhao Zhijing's words, Tie Shou still had a serious face, without the slightest change, his hands were lowered from his shoulders, and he opened his mouth slightly and said: "Your Excellency is reasonable, but I still want to invite you to the Shenhou Mansion to talk about it, I don't know if it's okay!"

"Hehe!" Zhao Zhijing smiled slightly and said: "Brother Tie Hand, it's polite, I've already been to the Shenhou Mansion before, and besides, it's late at night, if I go at this time, I think it will disturb Mr. Zhuge 's rest." That's not good, I don't think it's too late to visit another day, do you say?

The language is still so gentle, but it is like a long sword, extremely sharp, but there is no bloodstain, this is an alternative battle, there is no sword and sword, but there is a language like a sword, which makes people have to guard against it.

With a serious iron hand, his face did not change in the slightest, but his figure had already stopped in the alley, leaving Zhao Zhijing with no way forward. I only heard him say clearly: "Your Excellency doesn't have to be like this, since that day, Mr. has always said that Your Excellency has thousands of strategies in your heart, and it is a rare elegant guest in the rivers and lakes." If Your Excellency were to visit at this time, Sir would be glad to be able to talk to someone like you about the past and the present!"

After that, before Zhao Zhijing could say anything, he had already stretched out his hand and said, "Your Excellency, please!"

Zhao Zhijing shook his head slightly, the Purple Emperor Sword in his hand pulled out a purple sword flower in the dark night, only to hear a crisp sound of "ding!", the long sword hit the scabbard, and the Purple Emperor Sword had fallen into the scabbard.

Zhao Zhijing, who was like a crown of jade, opened his mouth slightly and said: "Iron hand, we are all people in the rivers and lakes, so we don't have to be so polite." If you can defeat me, I will naturally go to the Shenhou Mansion with you to visit Mr. Zhuge , otherwise I will only visit after a few ****!"

Dressed in black robes, his body is like an iron tower. The iron hand with two fists clenched opened his mouth and said: "I know that I am not Your Excellency's opponent, but Mr. told me to come and invite Your Excellency to go, and I can't come, so that Mr. will be difficult, and I hope Your Excellency will forgive you for your sins today!"

After that, the true qi in the body was like a gushing flood at this moment, running rapidly in the meridians around the body, and the black cloth ribbon wrapped around the arm burned at this one, turning into powder and flying in the air.

At this time, the iron hand was like a quiet tiger waking up from a dream, and his fierce momentum continued to rise, like a violent troll stepping into the world.

"Good! good!" Zhao Zhijing praised again and again, and said: "Iron hand, you are really the most powerful person around Mr. Zhuge , and your internal strength is so good, I won't use a sword today, I will have a good fight with you!"

After that, the true qi in Zhao Zhijing's body rose, and the glowing light flashed on his hands, and his hands turned into crystal warm jade, exuding a gentle brilliance. At this time, he combined the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong" and the refining method of the national art of later generations to operate continuously, and his body can be said to be like a dragon elephant, subduing the Buddhas.

The iron hand was imposing, and he punched out, as if the stars in the sky were falling, burning with red flames, as if he was going to burn the world, and at this time he was like a troll who destroyed the world.

At this time, Zhao Zhijing had a feeling of facing the sword demon Wanyanzong = time, both of them were people who crushed their opponents with strength, but Wanyanzong's battle knife was in hand, but the iron hand had a pair of fists.

Zhao Zhijing had a lot of thoughts in his heart, but he didn't slow down by half a point. Clenched fists, struggling to strike. The dragon elephant's huge power bloomed in his fist, and suddenly the wind and thunder were agitated, and the energy flew vigorously, like a god.

In the darkness, a flaming fist and a fist like warm jade collided together, and suddenly the bodies of the two trembled, and the bluestone slate under their feet shattered.

In the darkness, figures flickered. Iron hands only have his iron fists, and that's everything to him. The true qi is agitated, and the iron fist is swung out, like a troll, to crush everything that stands in front of him under his fist, even if there is a mountain pressing down, he will crush it, even if the sky falls, he will stand at the top, and the iron fist will not hesitate to strike out, vowing to knock the sky out of a hole.

The iron fist came out of thin air, flying vigorously, and the dust and gravel in the air kept swaying, which can be described as flying sand and stones. Seeing this scene, Zhao Zhijing still had a slight smile on his face, and the corners of his mouth were curled up, and he didn't know if he was laughing at himself, or this strange world, or everything at this time made him happy.

Zhao Zhijing turned his fist into a palm, and his palm was like a warm jade. A palm slowly rolled out, as if pushing a heaven and earth. The stars fall and hit the earth, which can be described as the turmoil of the stars.

The iron fist struck on the shining palm, making a sound of gold and iron, and the fists and palms of the two were no longer made of flesh and blood at this moment, but were made of gold and iron, just like the golden bodies of the Buddhas, or the indelible bodies of the great demons.

Iron hand, his hand is like his name, the iron fist is constantly waving, there is nothing else, he can only rely on his own pair of iron fists, a fist shadow continues to swing out, hitting the air like the drum surface of a big drum, and the rumbling sound is endless.

Zhao Zhijing's shining arms did not stop for a moment, or palms, fists, fingers, or claws, at this moment converged into a torrent, constantly striking out from Zhao Zhijing's body, crushing the fists of the iron hand. At this time, he is like an all-round warrior, and he can use a mysterious move at his fingertips, but it is so suitable.

At this time, Zhao Zhijing was not obsessed with moves, nor was he confined to the exercises, or whether the attributes of the true qi in the body were yin or yang, or both the five elements.

Iron hand, a punch is like a demon pestle in the hand of King Kong, as if to break this piece of void, the Dao Dao energy tore this space, the bluestone on the bottom of the foot kept shaking, making a creaking sound, and the power squeezed it together, as if it would turn into powder in the next moment.

Zhao Zhijing's arm-like shot out with one claw. The sparkling light on the five fingers was shining, like a divine dragon, roaring incessantly, tearing through the void.

The iron fist was in the air, and the true qi like a firelight was rising, and a claw struck out, like the giant claw of a divine dragon, tearing this piece of darkness apart. The five fingers that shone with luminous light were gently pinched, as if this void was shrinking, and the iron fist swung out, like a pillar of heaven smashed out, piercing the darkness.

The iron fist struck the claws of the hand, and the gold and iron resonated. Wen Yu's palm left an illusory fist mark, and the pillar-like iron fist also left on it, five clear finger prints, as if they had been born with a brand.