This sudden change swept through the entire Little Heroes Association almost instantly. Most of the people under the ring were desperately struggling, shouting, and fearful, and heart-wrenching cries for help could be heard one after another.
Sima Zhong then saw Du Jie motionless on the opposite side, with cold sweat on his face. Then he knew that he had fallen into an illusion. It was said that he had sealed his energy for two years since he last used the soul-destroying finger, and now the huge amount of evil energy released shocked him, but the effect was really great. Including the people in the audience, only a few dozen people were indifferent to this. Most people showed panicked expressions, as if they had seen the most fearful thing in their lives. Sima Zhongcai liked to see other people's expressions like this.
He turned around and looked at Du Jie, still motionless, with sweat pouring down his face. It was certain that he must be struggling with something. Sima Zhongcai smiled sinisterly, and then said to himself: "Seeing you in such pain, I will show kindness." After speaking, he made a fist with his left hand and placed it in the middle, exposing his index and middle fingers, just like the Taoist gesture of bowing his head.
"Three Qing Yuan fingers together!" As Sima Zhongcai shouted, his left hand pointed toward the sky. The whole person's aura suddenly changed, as if a substantial black wave of air spread out from his body, and all Shura's illusions disappeared under his finger. Everyone watched in shock as the fierce and evil ghosts in front of them transformed into normal people, and then gradually turned into well-dressed civil servants and military generals with golden helmets. The atmosphere of the entire martial arts competition suddenly became a bit solemn, and even... Come to the sweet sound of musical instruments beating. This change was completed in an extremely fast time. Just when everyone was still at a loss what to do, they heard someone on the stage shout loudly: "Don't you kneel down yet!"
Everyone looked up at the stage again, where were Sima Zhongcai and Du Jie? Standing on the arena was no less than the Giant Buddha of Jialan Temple. Looking down proudly at their group of ants-like beings. People unconsciously feel a sense of humility and insignificance under such a huge thing. This giant Buddha-like being with a three-foot long beard and kind eyes looks like the Three Pure Ones walking out of the painting. The legs of almost everyone in the audience were trembling, and they had no choice but to crawl in front of such a being who seemed to dominate their world.
After the fright just now, everyone in the audience was already frightened. Almost as soon as he finished shouting, they fell to their knees or fainted.
Chu Mu was also sweating profusely in the audience as he resisted this mountain-like power. He knew clearly that it was all an illusion, but the more he resisted, the stronger the feeling of humility in his heart became, as if the person on the stage was no longer San. Qing Zhenjun, that is the sun, moon and stars, can control everything about him.
At this moment, nine dragon roars suddenly came from the arena: "Roar! Roar! Roar!..." These dragon roars were like the Qingming Curse, which directly blocked the fairy music lingering in everyone's ears. Everyone staggered for a while as if they were drunk and finally woke up.
Most people didn't dare to look up at the ring the first time they woke up, and some were so frightened that they ran back. Only the dozen or so people who had no reaction from beginning to end were still looking at the changes on the ring indifferently. Because just after the dragon roar, the sound of breaking through the air was heard all over the stage. Chu Mu suppressed the panic in his heart and looked towards the ring. He only saw his junior brother dancing with the Nine Dragon Soul Chasing Spear in the duel with Sima Zhongcai. There was no look of fear. And in less than a dozen rounds, Du Jie had already beaten Sima Zhongcai to the ground.
There was no blood on Sima Zhongcai's face at this time, and his completely black eyes were as if he had seen a monster scarier than himself.
"Impossible, how could you escape from the illusion of Soul Finger! How could you still be so calm and composed! Impossible!"
Du Jie smiled at him and showed his beautiful teeth: "You learn martial arts without practicing moves and use these sideways techniques. After all, it is not the right path. I just said that I, Du Jie, was born on a horse and learned it. They are all murderous tactics. When I was twelve years old, I wore armor and fought on the battlefield, and as many as eight hundred people died in my hands. Although I also saw those evil ghosts from hell coming to seek my life, but..." said At this point, she closed her eyes and seemed to be thinking about the fantasy. After thinking for a while, she continued: "This is really a joke. I keep my head on my waistband every day. I am not even afraid of death, but I am afraid of you." The monsters in this illusion? Sima Zhongcai, if you have nothing new, then go find the ghosts in your illusion!"
Sima Zhong just heard what Du Jie said and still didn't seem to react. He murmured: "This is impossible, this is impossible..." Du Jie didn't stop, flipped the gun barrel, and pointed it directly at his throat. , this is Du Jie's habit, since he can kill, he will never keep him. There's no telling when the little shrimp will capsize the boat.
And at this moment, there was a whoosh, and a ghost-headed dart hit the tip of the gun. The spear that originally pierced Choke's throat was stabbed to the floor next to him by the force of the ghost-headed dart, and the tip of the gun penetrated the ground. Three points, it was a killer at first glance.
At this time, a sharp voice came from the audience: "Baby, you are so murderous!" After saying this, someone from the audience jumped into the ring. Du Jie took a closer look at the person in front of him. He was about forty years old, with a thin and thin face, dull eyes, dark circles as if he hadn't rested for several days, and sunken eye sockets. She was wrapped in green clothes, and her black and white hair was scattered randomly on her head.
When Chu Mu saw it, he screamed, and his happy mood suddenly fell back to the bottom. This person was none other than Sima Zhongcai's father, the ghost scholar Sima Fan.
Sima Fan looked at the Kowloon Soul Chasing Gun beside him, then at Du Jie, and said with a sullen face: "I wonder whose descendant is so domineering. It turns out to be Du Wei's grandson, since he belongs to an old acquaintance." Nephew, I won’t bully the young with my big one, so let’s forget it this time, little kid, I will accept your murderous intentions, you are not the only one with the Du family gun in this world!”
Du Jie looked at the person, and then he didn't get angry after hearing what he said. He walked straight to Taoist Master Tiesuan Mountain and said, "This Taoist Master, we signed a life and death lot with Sima Zhongcai before we came to the stage. Life and death matter, Sima Zhongcai hasn't given up yet, and now someone suddenly comes up to pick a fight with me, do you care?"
The man from Tiesuanshan finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the ghost scholar coming. He was just afraid that Du Jie would really kill Sima Zhongcai. The ghost scholar specializes in assassinations. How can he be a reasonable person? Hearing Du Jie's words, he didn't know what to say for a moment.
"This..., I..., look at this..."
Gui Xiucai's face sank when he heard Du Jie talking to the people from Tiesuan Mountain. Then he didn't know what he thought of, and he laughed twice in his sharp voice: "Baby, I don't want to cause trouble for you, but you still do it?" Dare to go on forever. Do you really think that my Sima family has never killed anyone? Even if I kill you today, what can that old ghost Du Wei do to me? Since you are so ignorant, don't blame me for being ruthless. !”
As he spoke, the ghost scholar took out a seemingly ordinary scripture book from his arms, held the scripture book in his left hand, and opened it gently with his right hand. After slowly opening it, Gui Xiucai glanced at Du Jie: "The first page of the Book of Life and Death - Urgent!"
After saying that, the ghost scholar suddenly started to move. Du Wei's experience in fighting with others was cultivated since he was a child. He moved almost at the same time as the ghost scholar moved, but he started to sweat just as he was about to move. Because in just a moment, the ghost scholar came up behind him. Du Jie's qinggong was taught by his grandfather from a famous knight in the northwest. Even his teacher Tianjisou once praised his qinggong. He couldn't believe that he was approached so easily. I saw the ghost scholar pinching the back of his neck, trying to slap the book on Du Jie's back hard.
But Gui Xiucai suddenly seemed to have noticed something and suddenly threw Du Jie out. He also used the counter force to jump three feet away. Almost at the place where Gui Xiucai had just jumped out, a three-edged flying knife appeared on the ground.
Just when Gui Xiucai stood firm and wanted to speak, his eyes suddenly jumped and he hurried forward again. Just where Gui Xiucai had just raised his foot, another identical three-edged flying knife appeared. In this way, five identical flying knives appeared at his feet almost following the ghost scholar's movement. After dodging the five flying knives, Sima Fan, the ghost scholar, had long lost the calmness and calmness he had when he first came on stage. His chest was constantly rising and falling, and his eyes full of dark circles kept looking around, for fear that he would not know when and where this would happen again. A throwing knife.
However, not long after, someone in the audience shouted: "Junior Brother Du!" Then he heard the clang of the stairs going up to the stage, and a young man who looked like Mr. Wensheng walked up. It was Du Jie's senior brother Chu Mu. .
As soon as Chu Mu came on stage, he looked at Du Jie carefully, and finally felt relieved when he saw that he was just sweating all over his face and had nothing else to do. Knowing that now was not the time to teach him a lesson, he walked in front of him and hugged the ghost scholar not far away: "Senior Sima, you are polite. Today's matter is over here. My junior brother has also been taught a lesson. Don't get hurt. The harmony between our Tianji Sect and the Sima family."
The ghost scholar Sima Fan ignored Chu Mu and shouted, "Who is it? Who is playing tricks on me! Get out of here!"
"My senior brother is talking to you, have you heard it? As an elder, it is not a good thing to be so arrogant and unreasonable. Is it wrong for my seventh junior brother to educate your son for you?"
Du Jie could hardly believe his eyes. There was a young man in black clothes appearing directly in front of him for no reason. He couldn't see what he looked like because his face was covered. But Teng Teng's murderous intent can be seen from his eyes.
Just when Du Jie discovered the man in black, the ghost scholar Sima Fan also saw him. He looked at the man in black: "Who are you? What kind of hero can you be if you attack from behind so sneakily?"
The man in black said without emotion: "You can be regarded as a vicious dog raised by the imperial court, but you don't recognize these five flying knives on the ground. It seems that you have forgotten them all after living a comfortable life for too long."
When Sima Fan heard this voice, his heart moved. He turned around and looked at the five flying knives stuck on the ground. These five flying knives were used with great force. They only penetrated the floor a little bit. It seemed that this force could not hurt anyone at all. , but with such a light force, no one saw which direction he was throwing it from, and the speed was simply unbelievable. Sima Fan looked at the five flying knives carefully, and suddenly at a certain moment he seemed to remember something. He suddenly opened his eyes wide and shouted in his high-pitched voice: "This is flying knives reaching for the stars. You are the killer." Star!" This sentence seemed to be spoken by someone pinching the neck, and the voice was harsh and unpleasant.
