In the ancient times when the practice of martial arts had not yet appeared, warriors were the highest combat power of the human race.
Countless warriors are brave and fearless, fighting against powerful monsters with their lives and blood, and the protection of the human race continues to this day.
Now that thousands of years have passed, although the warrior group has lost its former glory, it is not a soft persimmon that anyone can manipulate at will.
Chang Gaoyuan is one of the top warriors in the world. The energy and killing intent all over his body burst out in an instant, making Rong Fei feel like he was on the battlefield. It's all full of strong bloody smell.
However, it only took a moment for Rong Fei to wake up and quickly spread his spiritual power throughout his body to resist Chang Gaoyuan's momentum.
"I don't want civil and military conflicts to embarrass Your Majesty. Uncle Fencheng retreats at this time. I can treat it as if the previous incident has never happened. But if you continue to be aggressive, don't blame Dang Mo Qian for being merciless."
Chang Gaoyuan held the waist of the gun with one hand and the tail of the gun with the other. Without exerting any force, the iron spear seemed to come alive. The head of the gun with the red tassel on it trembled on its own and made a buzzing sound.
It's like the roar of a dragon thirsting for blood.
"Immortals and gods are guilty of the same crime as the common people! Jingyuan Hou, don't think that just because you are the God of War of Dayan, you can be proud of your merits. It is also a serious crime to obstruct the official's handling of the case. Believe it or not, I will arrest you and your son."
Rong Fei showed no sign of weakness, injected spiritual power into the Ruyi Ball and turned it into the form of a straight knife. He held the handle of the knife and raised it in front of him, with the tip of the knife pointed directly at Chang Gaoyuan.
"Arrogant!"
Since Rong Fei was indifferent, Chang Gaoyuan was too lazy to continue talking nonsense to him.
He took a step forward with his right foot, raised his gun and stabbed Rong Fei in the chest.
Rong Fei knew that he was no match for Chang Gaoyuan with his half-baked martial arts skills, so he quickly poured his spiritual power into the blade. The long sword transformed from the Ruyi Ball immediately glowed with a gleaming halo, illuminating the spear. Cut it straight.
Although Chang Gaoyuan's iron spear is strong and tough, and is a rare weapon on the battlefield, it is still no match for a straight sword infused with spiritual power.
The result of the collision between the two weapons was that the iron spear was cut off, but the straight knife was not injured at all.
This is where monks are more powerful and unreasonable than warriors.
Spiritual power is the ability to turn decay into magic.
What's more, the material of the Ruyi Ball itself is very magical, much stronger than the ordinary iron and steel.
But at the moment when the two weapons were about to collide, Chang Gaoyuan's arms shook violently, and the iron spear suddenly transformed into a dozen real and illusory gun shadows, and he easily dodged the slash of the straight knife. More than a dozen real and fake spearheads pierced Rong Fei's chest.
Rong Fei activated his magical ability to see through walls, and he could tell where the real spear head was at a glance, so he hit it with the tail end of the handle.
Ping!
After a crisp metal collision, the two of them each pushed a few steps away.
Rong Fei's entire right arm was sore and numb, and the right hand holding the knife was trembling slightly.
The front half of the tip of Chang Gaoyuan's iron spear has disappeared, and now only half is left. The arms holding the gun barrel were also shaking slightly.
In this round of confrontation, the two actually ended up in a draw.
"Come again!"
Chang Gaoyuan only trimmed it for a moment, then let out a long roar, used the spear without the tip as a long stick, and swung it to sweep away thousands of troops.
As the saying goes, every inch is long and every inch is strong.
If Rong Fei used a straight knife to fight with him at this time, he would obviously suffer a loss, so he turned the Ruyi Ball into a spear shape and used a move to attack Huanglong.
You don’t have the gun tip, but I do.
I have spiritual protection. Being hit by your long stick will result in serious injury at most, but if you are stabbed by me, you will lose your life.
Chang Gaoyuan saw Rong Fei's plan, and also noticed the strange weapon in Rong Fei's hand that could change forms at will. However, there was no time to be surprised at this time. He exerted force with both arms and made the long stick change direction midway, switching from sweeping to picking, and flew away Rong Fei's spear.
Chang Gaoyuan has superb martial arts skills and rich experience.
Rong Fei has spiritual power to protect his body and a variety of wish-fulfilling balls.
For a time, the two of them were evenly matched, and no one could do anything to the other.
The old man who was leaning on the pavilion and pretending to be asleep seemed to be really asleep. Except for the moment when the Ruyi Ball changed from the knife form to the gun form, his eyes slightly opened a gap and glanced, the rest of the time he kept his eyes closed, and the end of his nose was making noises. Light snoring.
"Your Majesty, Uncle Fencheng entered the Marquis Jingyuan's Mansion and started a fight with Marquis Jingyuan."
The door of the royal study room was not closed. Jiashen didn't bother to knock on the door to remind him. He squeezed in through the crack in the door and reported urgently.
"What did he say?"
Zhu Sheng, who was obviously restless, asked quickly.
"Uncle Fencheng said that Chang Huai'en was involved in a case and was going to be brought back to the Immortal Investigation Department for interrogation. Marquis Jingyuan refused, and the two of them started fighting as soon as they disagreed. At present, the two of them are evenly matched."
After hearing this, Zhu Sheng's heart, which had been hanging for most of the night, finally relaxed.
As long as Rong Fei talks about it, it will be easier to handle.
It was a good thing for the two of them to fight, taking the opportunity to relieve their anger. Besides, there are people from the worship hall, so there is no need to worry about a life-or-death situation.
Zhu Sheng picked up an imperial edict that had been written long ago on the imperial case and threw it into Jiashen's arms.
"Go to Jingyuan Marquis Mansion quickly to announce my decree."
"yes."
Jiashen trotted all the way to the palace wall, and was about to climb up the wall and ride out in a hanging basket when Hou San, the manager of Nuanfeng Pavilion, hurried over.
"The concubine told me not to cause any harm to Uncle Fencheng, otherwise you are the only one to ask."
Jiashen rolled his eyes when he heard this, is this something I can decide?
Boom boom boom…
On the long street east of Jingyuan Houfu, Liang Kuan was still using his spiritual power and light rain to bombard Bai Zizi indiscriminately.
A cup of tea ago, Bai Zizai was already quite embarrassed, dodging left and right, surrounded by dangers, as if he would run out of spiritual power in the next moment and collapse to the ground.
But at this time, he was still able to use the Sword Flying Star Technique at critical moments and continued to survive tenaciously.
The attack range of the spiritual light rain is large, and the spiritual energy consumed is naturally very considerable. Not to mention the eight-star light prison must be maintained to prevent Bai Zizai from escaping, so Liang Kuan is not feeling well at this time.
But every time he saw Bai Zizai's embarrassed look when he was dodging, it always gave Liang Kuan the illusion that he would be able to smash him into pieces next time, so he gritted his teeth and persisted.
After all, using the sword flying technique consumes a lot of spiritual energy, and with the seventh-level cultivation of the Jiange boy, he can only use it a few times. When his spiritual power is exhausted, he will die.
And Liang Kuan had already reached the peak of the sixth level decades ago. In the competition of spiritual power consumption, he would definitely win without losing.
Liang Kuan had such a plan in his heart, and once again shed the light rain of spiritual power...and again...and again...
Until he realized that more than half of his physical and spiritual energy had been consumed, but the Jiange boy still looked like he was about to run out of energy at any moment, as before, Liang Kuan finally realized that something was wrong.
I was actually fooled by the shameless Jiange boy!
