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Xie Xiangcai's loud voice echoed over the square, and Qi Mao, not far away, laughed when he heard it.
"Hahahahaha, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. If that's the case, I won't show mercy!"
The laughter fell, and Xie Xiangcai's figure was the first to turn into a blur, flying towards the direction of Qi Mao.
Qi Mao snorted coldly, and in just the blink of an eye, an afterimage was left on the spot, causing Xie Xiang, who came in an instant, to rush away.
Xie Xiangcai's fists landed heavily on the afterimage, his face suddenly changed, and he turned his head, only to see a bunch of claws coming towards his face to greet him.
The dark yellow luster on Qimao's claws was strong, and it cut through the air mercilessly, bringing up three dark claw marks, and slapped Xie Xiangcai's head hard.
Xie Xiangcai felt the astonishing power on his claws, cursed in his heart, and stepped back one after another until he reached the edge of the square.
Seeing this, Qi Mao pressed forward step by step and was bound to knock the young man off the stage with one move.
Under the square, everyone was sweating as they looked at the young man in blue and white shirts who was tightly locked to the edge of the square.
The Sixth Young Master, who is closest to the edge of the square, has the original power in his dantian quietly moving, ready to kill Qi Mao at any time.
Xie Xiangcai had no way to retreat. Feeling the strong wind coming towards him, he gritted his teeth and suddenly stepped on the ground with his soles. He no longer retreated but moved forward to counterattack.
Qi Mao's claws grew bigger and bigger in Xie Xiangcai's pupils. Just when the dark golden wind was only a few inches away from his forehead, Xie Xiangcai suddenly reached out with one of his palms not far away. The wooden sword in his hand cut through the sky with a whoosh and flew into his palm.
Xie Xiangcai grasped the wooden sword tightly and inserted it from bottom to top between Qi Mao's claws and the gap in front of his forehead. Then, the sharp edge on one side of the sword went straight to Qi Mao's claws and swung it away with all his strength.
Seeing this, Qi Mao looked disdainfully at the wooden sword covered with a light cyan luster. His claws suddenly reversed the attack and slapped the wooden sword's body together.
"Pong——"
There was a loud sound, and a dark golden storm swept away from the place where Qi Mao's palm collided with the wooden sword, knocking Xie Xiangcai's body flying out in an instant.
Everyone looked at the young man flying out with shocked expressions.
If it falls outside the square, then this competition will be lost!
In mid-air, Xie Xiangcai felt a sweetness in his throat and spit out a mouthful of blood. Seeing that the situation was not going well, he immediately used all his strength to turn over and return to the square.
"Bang——"
Xie Xiangcai's body landed heavily on the ground, and the floor tiles beneath him immediately sunk three inches.
He spit out a large mouthful of blood again and tried to stand up by holding on to the ground.
Outside the square, Shen Lianxue, who was standing at the front of the crowd, saw Xie Xiangcai in such a miserable state and gloated, covering her mouth and laughing, as if the wounds on her body no longer hurt at the moment.
However, when the young man stood up staggeringly, her smile did slowly disappear, and she pursed her lips and stood there without saying a word.
Finally, the young man wearing a green and white gown stood up under the anxious gazes of everyone.
Xie Xiangcai raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, stretched out his palm again, and tried to grab the wooden sword that Qi Mao had tightly held between his palms.
Qi Mao narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the violent trembling wooden sword between his palms. Then he exerted force on his finger bones and closed his hands inwards, erasing the last gap.
"Click——"
There was just a crisp sound, and the wooden sword sandwiched between Qi Mao's palms immediately broke and fell into several pieces on the ground.
Xie Xiangcai's eyes suddenly shrank, his steps subconsciously became unsteady, and he almost stepped out of the square.
Qi Mao's eyes were filled with a sinister smile. Looking at Xie Xiangcai, who was almost in a state of collapse, he raised his toes as if to kill someone, and kicked the wooden sword fragments a few more times until they were completely reduced to pieces.
Xie Xiangcai stood there, looking at Qi Mao who was walking towards him with some confusion.
Qi Mao dusted off the dust on his sleeves and said with a faint smile, "It seems that Eighth Young Master's sword and kung fu are not very impressive. What would you think if the Immortal Immortal were here right now?"
Xie Xiangcai stood there, his eyes fluctuating, and he actually forgot to avoid Qi Mao's sudden attack.
In the Taoist temple, the smile on Hu Jie's cheek gradually faded, and finally his calm expression turned extremely gloomy.
But he still didn't make any move, he just stood in front of the pool and looked at the scene in the pool.
"Know the danger when facing the enemy, and open the realm of life and death with your fists."
In front of the Taoist temple, the old Heavenly Master with white hair and beard waved his fly whisk and sighed.
There was also no action.
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Qi Mao's figure appeared behind Xie Xiangcai, suspended in the air for a breath, and then clenched his claws into a fist and suddenly blasted out.
The wind of the fist squeezed the air to form a wisp of darkness, which immediately climbed onto Xie Xiangcai's back and knocked his body away heavily.
Before the young man's figure could fall out of the square, Qi Mao's figure came to the air above the opponent's body, raised the sole of his foot and stepped down hard.
"Click——"
Xie Xiangcai's spine suddenly shattered, and a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out.
"Dong——"
The young man fell headfirst onto the square, leaving a huge crater about a foot deep on the floor tiles.
Qi Mao's eyes flashed, leaving an afterimage in mid-air, and in a blink of an eye, he came to Xie Xiangcai's head.
Outside the square, the Sixth Young Master's eyes were completely cold. The murderous aura on the black gold machete in his hand surged. He stepped into the void, raised his arms and suddenly fell down.
However, just when the sword energy was almost condensed, a familiar voice came from the Taoist temple and reached the ears of the Sixth Young Master.
The Sixth Young Master's eyes changed rapidly, but in the end he restrained his murderous aura amidst the puzzled looks of everyone.
The young man felt tingling all over his body, and his internal organs were displaced. His vision became blurry, and he reluctantly raised his head to look at Qi Mao, who was squatting in front of him.
Qi Mao looked at Xie Xiangcai coldly, and after a moment he shook his head with regret, "Eighth Young Master, if you have anything else to say, just say it."
Xie Xiangcai was trembling all over, feeling unwilling and extremely unwilling.
It's not his fault.
After coming out of Fengxue Village, he has been practicing almost all the time, and his strength has been improving.
From the original second realm to the current fourth realm, although outsiders look very relaxed, the young man knows every morning when he doesn't want to get out of bed, and every bone-chilling night when he swings his sword on the street like a madman and like a fool. Run from home to the top of the hill.
Is it really going to end here?
The young man had never experienced a life-and-death battle, and he had never imagined that a seemingly "ordinary" king-conferring meeting would end up like this.
Qi Mao seemed to be waiting for the Buddha's light to shine back from the blow from the boy who had broken his spine. After a while, he shook his head in disappointment, sighed, stretched out his palms to strangle Xie Xiangcai's neck, and lifted his whole body into the air.
Under the square, the Sixth Young Master plunged the black gold machete blade deeply into the ground. He could no longer hold back the bad breath in his chest and roared loudly, "Master!!!"
In the Taoist temple, the white-haired boy was anxious, but he still chose to stay put.
There is a dragon spirit in the northern sky, and it will arrive in an instant.
A young man with a slender figure, holding the wrist of an exquisite girl, lightly tapped several hills with his feet, and finally landed in front of the square.
Xie Xiangcai, who was choked by Qi Mao, was covered in blood, and his back could no longer straighten due to the broken muscles and bones.
Hu Jie in the Taoist temple looked at the slender figure falling outside the square through the pool. He breathed a sigh of relief and regained his composure.
Only then did Prime Minister Xie raise his head, feeling a sharp pain in his chest and vomiting a large mouthful of blood.
Breathing became more and more difficult, and my vision became blurry.
"Xiao Xiangcai, does this mean you have to admit defeat?"
A familiar voice appeared in the young man's mind.
He opened his eyelids, and the blur in front of his eyes dissipated. In front of him was no longer Qi Mao's face, but the appearance of his ancestor.
"Ancestor..."
Xie Xiangcai's smile was bitter and his voice was weak.
"Do you remember what I told you?"
"Facing a strong enemy... you can be timid and fearful, but you can't retreat... As soon as you retreat, your fist will become weak. If your fist intention is weak, your energy will dissipate... When your energy dissipates, even if you have no energy... It doesn’t help.”
The ancestor only remembered these words when he saw Xie Xiang, and his expression immediately became stern.
"Then your anger has dissipated?!"
Xie Xiangcai tried his best to raise his head and looked at the ancestor. After a moment, his head drooped and said, "My sword... is broken..."
"The sky will fall when the sword is broken? Is your ability given by the sword?"
The ancestor slapped Xie Xiangcai on the head mercilessly, just like he did to the child who had not grown to the old man's chest a long time ago.
"Cry, cry, cry, why are you crying?"
"Ancestor, I don't want to practice martial arts anymore!"
"You brat, you... Hey, hey, don't cry! Look, our ancestors are making faces for you... Hehe, are you laughing? Xiao Xiangcai, the Xiao Xiangcai of our family is the most powerful. He doesn't even practice martial arts in winter. Back off! Come on, ancestor, let’s give you a hand. Let’s stand up and punch again. Now that our muscles and bones are polished, no one will bully our little prime minister in the future!”
"My little prime minister is as talented as the general, and the prime minister is only as talented as the general!"
On the snow-covered back mountain, a thin old man put the naked child on his shoulders and immediately lifted it into the air.
The young man's eyes were moist, and the ancestor's face in front of him gradually disappeared, turning into Qi Mao's gloomy face full of scars again.
Qi Mao looked at Xie Xiangcai's suddenly moist cheeks and was stunned for a moment.
At this moment, a group of light blue clouds suddenly condensed over the sunny square.
Everyone's eyes were instantly attracted by the sudden appearance of clouds.
The boy with his head drooped and blood all over his body gradually straightened his rickety back. Although his body was shaking violently, he still raised a fist without hesitation.
Seeing this, Qi Mao's face changed drastically. Before he could use any force to strangle Xie Xiangcai's palm, the wind of fist was already coming!
A fist full of blood poked out, the clouds above the square suddenly shattered, and the situation changed color!
"Xiao Xiangcai, feel free to punch me!"
