There was no fear on Chu Ji's face as he walked towards the iron corpse, stretching out his hand forward with pity in his eyes. Growing up in Huangling, the iron corpse that looked extremely ferocious to others was just ordinary in her eyes.
"Xizhao." Wu Gen saw the two approaching, and in desperation, he swung his sword and slashed at the back of the iron corpse. He couldn't let him hurt Chu Ji.
The cold wind was blowing, and a sad atmosphere spread on the stage.
Amidst the sobs, the mountains and rivers mourned, and the grass and trees choked with sorrow, as if they were lamenting the end of the hero. Even the sky was covered by gray-black clouds. He was originally a fierce soldier fighting on the battlefield, but he was refined into such a monster, and he could not live in peace even after death.
Sad and angry.
The broken knife drew an arc and covered the iron corpse. The iron corpse froze slightly, but did not turn around to block, and suffered the blow on his back.
With a click, a hole opened in the back of the iron corpse, and the dried flesh was exposed, like the skin of an old pine tree. Wu Gen's sword was unable to cut it off.
Wu Gen succeeded in the attack and jumped up in front of Chu Ji, fearing that the iron corpse would hurt her.
But the iron corpse froze in place, staring at Chu Ji behind Wu Gen with his empty eyes. The wind picked up and blew across the high platform, making everyone's sleeves rustle.
"Go back, don't fight." Chu Ji looked at the iron corpse with some affection and advised softly.
Two lines of brown water flowed quietly from the eyes of the iron corpse. The iron corpse looked up to the sky and screamed, but no sound came out of his dry mouth.
Luo Yuanbing was a little horrified that this iron corpse showed signs of no longer obeying his command, so he quickly shook the bell in his hand. The ringtone came like a magic sound, and Tie Zhi gradually calmed down. He slowly turned his head to look at Chu Ji, and took a step forward, but then stepped back with difficulty.
Regardless of Wu Gen's obstruction, Chu Ji walked out from behind him, walked to less than one step away from the iron corpse, stretched out his little finger, as if he wanted to touch his face.
Wu Gen's heart jumped into his throat. He was really frightened by Chu Ji's actions and was ready to help at any time.
The iron corpse trembled slightly and took a step back slightly, but finally stopped. Accompanied by the rapid ringing of the bell, his body shook like chaff, resisting the bell's instructions.
Beads of sweat broke out on Luo Yuanbing's face. This iron corpse was obtained from a desert on Xingluo Plain when he was young. After so many years, the body has not decayed. After bringing it back, he carefully prepared it for so many years and made it into a bronze arm and an iron bone. It can be restrained whether it is against a warrior or a Qi practitioner. It can be said to be a great help to him. .c
King Jinchun took a fancy to this ability of his, so he recruited him into the palace with a lot of money. But I don't know why it was so evil today. After the sad sword intention, a little girl popped out, and the iron corpse actually lost control. Practicing this corpse path is inherently harmful to the world, and one careless move will lead to backlash, so why not let it worry you?
Chu Ji's fingers finally touched Tie Shi's forehead. Tie Shi slowly knelt down on one knee, held the knife in his right hand, put his fist on his chest with his left hand, and slowly lowered his head, just like a loyal soldier bowing to his commander.
A pillar of white sunlight shot out from between the clouds, and the holy radiance shone on Chu Ji and Tie Zhi. Dots of golden light were flying around, making people's eyes dazzled.
A little girl with pure eyes leaned forward slightly, looking seriously at the ugly iron corpse in front of her.
The ferocious iron corpse, like a child who had done something wrong, knelt down in front of the girl and begged for forgiveness.
Golden light spots rose from the light pillar, bathing this originally somewhat inconsistent scene with a holy atmosphere.
Seeing this scene, Wu Gen suddenly felt warm in his heart. The brave soldiers finally found their true heart.
"The soul has returned." Chu Ji murmured.
Tie Zhi stood up slowly, took a step back, glanced at Chu Ji with nostalgia, and suddenly turned his head to stare at Luo Yuanbing.
After practicing for many years, Luo Yuanbing had never encountered such a situation. His eyes were full of horror and he couldn't help but retreat.
Tie Zhi's pace gradually became faster, and finally he started running, heading straight towards Luo Yuanbing.
"It's the tomb guard, help me." Luo Yuanbing screamed, turned around and ran away. The people around him had not yet recovered from the scene just now, and they were all stunned when they encountered this sudden change.
Soon, Luo Yuanbing was caught up by Iron Corpse and felled to the ground with a knife. The iron corpse was riding on his body, and he abandoned his knife and tore his throat with one blow. Blood dripped from his mouth, like a demon appearing in the world. He punched Luo Yuanbing on the head, and he quickly became silent.
Only then did the people present react. They were all people with some skills, some used fire, some used swords. For a moment, spells were flying, magic weapons were dancing wildly, and the iron corpse withstood all the attacks without saying a word.
Finally, Luo Yuanbing's head was beaten flat. The iron corpse could no longer withstand the attack and fell onto Luo Yuanbing's body, blazing with fire.
There was a burning smell that could not be dissipated for a long time.
Tears welled up in Chu Ji's eyes, and he hugged Wu Gen and sobbed softly. Vaguely, the figure of a military general appeared in the air, glanced at Chu Ji, and then slowly disappeared.
There was silence on the high platform, and Zhao Chang's face was almost green with anger. This Luo Yuanbing himself was of great use, but the corpse soldier... didn't want to die here in vain today.
Just as he was about to wave and call for Wu Gen to be taken down, he saw the angry expressions of a group of soldiers in the audience. Then he looked at Chu Ji, who was leaning on Wu Gen, and his eyes couldn't help but move, "This incident is purely accidental. Anyone who comes here will People will carry him down so that he can be buried alive."
A group of people came forward, but they didn't know how to clean it up. There were only broken armors and a pile of fly ash on the ground. They couldn't tell whether they belonged to Iron Corpse or Luo Yuanbing, so they had to collect them together.
After doing all this, the eyes of everyone present fell on Wu Gen again. From being disapproving at first to winning two games in a row, everyone couldn't help but feel fearful. Especially the death of Luo Yuanbing made everyone realize that this kind of sparring could really kill people.
Who is going to play in the third game? Everyone is bowing their heads and saying nothing. There is no point in risking their lives here for a piece of thorny jade.
Zhao Chang's face was a bit unsightly. If no one accepted the challenge, today's group of virtuous people would be really laughing at them. They would be beaten by a martial artist so hard that they could not hold their heads up.
At this moment, Zhao Ling suddenly turned to the woman beside him and said, "Sister, I heard that you have brought a lot of good players to this gathering of sages. Why don't you invite someone to come out and fight Wu Gen? Everyone can see what his county has to offer.”
Zhao Yan, who was sitting on the mountain watching the fight between tigers and tigers, was stunned for a moment. She scolded Zhao Ling a thousand times in her heart, "The person your family invited can't beat a martial artist, so you want to get involved with me."
It's okay if I win, but if I lose, it will be me who loses my reputation, and it will be your King Jinchun's men who win, so they won't suffer anyway. This coquettish fox has been competing with each other since he was a child. He will definitely not be willing to drag me into the water.
Although she was reluctant in her heart, she still had a faint smile on her face, "Sister, my Qinghe County is poor and sparsely populated, so how can I compare with the larger counties. The few people I lead are all of low ability and can't get on the stage. Sister, you might as well Choose another worthy person to compete with in this third game."
Zhao Ling grabbed Zhao Yan's hand affectionately and said, "Sister, you are too modest. I heard that as soon as your men entered Guanxi City, they easily took down two practitioners who were bullying women and children. You must be very capable. There is no need for my sister to be self-conscious. An exchange between the two counties can help them learn from each other's strengths. You see, my father also quite agrees with this."
Zhao Yan looked up and saw King Jinchun smiling at him, nodding slightly at her. She couldn't help but lament in her heart that she might not be able to avoid this bad thing today, so she had to say reluctantly: "Well, let Lu Ke come on and give it a try." . However, the spells are dangerous and the swords have no eyes, so let’s just fight with fists and kicks in this third game.”
Zhao Yan was also careful. Seeing that Wu Gen's sword and arrows were very threatening, it was better to get his help. When it comes to fists and kicks, Lu Ke is not inferior to others. You must know that before he turned into a qigong practitioner, Lu Ke was always good at fists and kicks.
"Yes, that's how it should be." Zhao Ling knew that Wu Gen had offended his father today, so he wanted to teach him a lesson.
Since you and Nalu Ke know each other, hehe, let the two of you fight. The same goes for Lu Ke, showing off his knowledge, he actually told Wu Gen the secret of Lingshi, and he just took it away, killing two birds with one stone.
"Lu Ke, you go out and fight this man. You don't bring a sword, just your fists and kicks." Zhao Yan stood up and pointed at Wu Gen.
Wu Gen and Lu Ke were both stunned, why was it their turn to fight in the third game. Wu Gen looked towards the stage
On the way up, Zhao Ling raised his chin and looked at himself provocatively. He immediately understood in his heart that this was another trick played by this woman. In this way, wouldn't it make it difficult for oneself to be a human being?
Seeing that Zhao Yan personally assigned him, Lu Ke reluctantly took off the bamboo sword from his body, walked to the field and cupped his hands and said, "Brother Wu, I'm offended."
Wu Gen shook his head and said with a smile: "Brother Lu, there is nothing you can do if you live under someone else's roof or cannibalize your salary."
Lu Ke nodded, "There is a mountain in Qinghe County called Qianqi, and my boxing technique is called Qianquan. I only have one move today, so please give me some advice from my brother."
"Okay, my fists and kicks are unknown, but they are based on the methods of many seniors. Today I just want to take advantage of Brother Lu's power to polish them."
"please."
"please."
Lu Ke rolled up his sleeves and made a horse stance. The palm of his left hand was inward and stretched forward. His right hand was closed into a fist at his waist. His body shook, and his fists were full of energy. The body was stretched out into the distance, like a mountain standing majestically, and a heavy feeling of oppression came over my face.
Wu Gen narrowed his eyes slightly, Lu Ke was indeed extraordinary, and there was a fist in his hand.
Taking a deep breath, Wu Gen took a step back with his right leg and made a casual fist stance with his hands. He seemed to have no momentum at all, and even the sharpness of fighting with others was withdrawn. When the mountain wind reached his side, it became quieter, and he no longer dared to make any noise in front of him.
Lu Ke's pupils shrank, the opponent's fist intention was condensed to this extent. I heard that there is a kind of boxing in the world. The moves are clumsy and the spirit is restrained. Only when the action is taken, the sharpness is revealed. Don't be too sharp. The so-called skillful but not workmanlike and the elephant invisible is exactly this kind of boxing intention.
The two started at the same time, and the two figures leaped high, like two giant eagles, blocking the sunlight leaking from the clouds.
However, the two people's impressions are completely different.
Lu Ke was like a mountain, pushing forward with a rumble, and everything he passed was smashed into powder. Wu Gen, on the other hand, showed little momentum and no murderous intention.
However, Lu Ke, who was face to face with Wu Gen, definitely didn't think so. In his eyes, Wu Gen was like a mountain-breaking hammer, hitting him straight. Even though the hammer is small, it can still cut mountains.
"Five levels of slashing." Wu Gen whispered in his heart. In the final battle with Shui Congyue, he was already able to use the move of turning into a slash, which is the fourth slash. For such a long time, I have been practicing boxing non-stop. With accumulated accumulation, I finally mastered the fifth cut.
Originally, he had always wanted to imitate Aunt Zhao's all-suppressing punch, but when he fought with Lin Ruoshi, he was knocked back to his original form and lost in one move. Sure enough, no matter how brilliant the boxing technique is, the one that suits you is the best.
After learning from the pain, Wu Gen still gave up on Aunt Zhao's boxing intention, and then worked hard on attacking characters. Today's battle with Lu Ke can actually test the results of his cultivation.
Deafening thunder sounded in the sky, and the two figures finally collided with each other. Everyone trembled in fright, and even the table on the stage shook.
One side is a mountain, and the other side is a heavy hammer. I don’t know whether the mountain is strong or the hammer is heavy.
A strong wind blew and dust flew up, covering everyone's eyes.
