Wuya only felt a tingling pain in his back, and his whole body and mind suddenly relaxed, and Yuanyang was lost one after another.

"It's done!"

Tong Muli roared, finally grabbed Wuya and slapped him hard on the ground.

Bang!

A circle of air waves rushed out of the center of the competition platform with dust.

"Cough..." Several blood beads flew out of Wuya's throat. Wuya's face was already so painful that it was ferocious. However, more importantly, the light in his eyes was getting darker a little bit, which was a sign that he was about to faint.

"The mind is in the mind, and the wind and thunder are not moving."

At this moment, a voice appeared in my mind. Wuya suddenly returned to the scene when he was a child when he was practicing with his master Yi Shaocheng.

The mind is guarding the mind and the wind and thunder remain unmoved - this is a saying in the true meaning of the thunder and lightning heart law.

As soon as the thought moved, Wuya started to move his mind. In an instant, the Yuanyang, which was exhausted all over his body, flowed again and finally gathered at the Danzhong point in his chest. This gathering made his heart heat up and his whole body shivered. Although the injuries and pain during the fight were even stronger, Wuya became more focused after turning over.

However, as soon as he stood up, Tong Muli punched him in the face.

If you want to fight, then fight!

Wuya's eyes narrowed and he swung his fist and rushed out.

The two fists slammed together.

After this punch, Tong Muli looked at Wuya on the opposite side with shock, full of incredible surprise.

He had used all his strength to fight just now. He had actually fought more than 80 moves until now. Until now, he felt weak... Even after taking Shaoli's Mai Longmai Dan, he was already exhausted.

Thinking of this, Tong Muli's eyes narrowed and he looked at the crowd below Wuya... Then, he rushed over with his fist again.

Wuya closed his eyes and thought for a while, reached out to touch his back, gritted his teeth, and put it in front of him to see.

"Hao Hair?" Wuya never expected that this thing that made his mind lose its mind was not a sharp weapon or a flying needle, but a thin cow hair that could not be thinner and softer!

Wuya is not stupid.

With my strength reaching this level, even ordinary steel needles cannot easily penetrate into my body, let alone this thing?

"I actually made a fool, I have to kill this guy."

Wuya's fire was finally ignited all of a sudden. You say that you can compete in martial arts, fight in battles, and the outcome doesn't matter. The key is to play with the silence. This is the most taboo thing about Wuya's straight personality.

So, the whole body of Yuanyang burst out, and the whole person seemed to be on fire, boom boom boom, strolling, lifting his fists, and smashing...

call!

Tongmuli was smashed by this punch and his body shaking, like a sapling in the wind. The sound of flesh and blood colliding and exploding on his body made the people in the audience numb and excited.

This is the battle! This is the true nature of a man! This is the pleasure!

Not long after the battle, Wuya used the thunder and lightning method to control the Yuanyang in his body, and overwhelming strength emerged.

Bang!

When this punch was hit, Tong Muli also punched him, but after the collision, Tong Muli felt that he was not hitting a person, but a rock, and the one who was injured was his fist.

"Not good..." Tong Muji was anxious.

At this moment, Wuya's fist suddenly stopped. In Tongmuli's surprised gaze, Wuya's body suddenly stood still, like a big toad with a breath of breath.

There were also people in the crowd who were well-informed and immediately shouted, "Wuya must be accumulating his strength and is about to use his ultimate move."

This shout also attracted the eyes of the royal family on the supreme platform, and even Yanzhu couldn't help but stare.

On the battlefield.

"It seems that the battle will be decided quickly."

Wuya had accumulated energy and without any hesitation, he raised his fist to smash the Tongmuli, but at this moment, a huge pain came from his hand. He was so painful that he blushed and sweated profusely in an instant. When he looked closely, he found that there was a slender thing tied to the meridians on his hand, but it was still that cow hair!

The angry Wuya knew that he had been plotted against and immediately glanced around.

Just this sweep, I missed the best opportunity to defeat Tongmuli. Tongmuli beat a carp and rolled up, raised his legs and slapped it on Wuya's neck.

Bang!

Wuya's entire head was smashed into the competition stage on the spot.

"Bah..." Tong Muli was in a mess, spitting out blood with broken teeth, grabbed Wuya's half-dirty punch and kick. Wuya was beaten again from the foolishness, and after waking up, he felt weak and extremely painful.

If this continues, he will be defeated immediately.

You can't lose!

"But, this cow hair is so powerful, and it penetrates it again and again. What should I do?" The wildness in my bones exploded. Wuya gritted his teeth and grimly face. With the last little strength, he grabbed Tong Muli's fist, bulged Yuanyang in his body, and swung out a punch.

Tong Muli smiled sarcastically at the corner of her mouth, her eyes wandered, and quickly avoided this.

黑!黑!黑!

At a corner of the competition platform, the bells and chimes suddenly rang!

The bell and chimes rang, indicating that the competition was halfway through and both sides needed to have a break.

Wuya took back his fist and looked at Tong Muli with a cold look.

...

There must be a demon when something abnormal happens. Because the cow's hair is extremely slender and is so far away, not to mention the ordinary people watching the battle, even Duojiao can't see it. Wuya has actually been seriously disturbed.

Duojiao didn't know the situation of this battle, which was already extremely unfavorable to Wuya.

At this moment, Duojiao was attracted by something else.

To be precise, she was attracted by the cold eye sockets of the iron-armored guard beside Yanzhu. As a rank and strength of a green-robed wizard, Duojiao is particularly good at perception. She is probably not as weak as Princess Yanzhu in the entire venue.

"It's him... why did he look at me?" Duo Jiao turned his mind sharply.

Feeling the man's gaze was not as envious or admired as ordinary people, but a very uncomfortable feeling, cold and bloodthirsty. This man Duojiao felt like he was staring at by a cheetah.

"I want to see what this person wants?"

After thinking about it over and over again, Duojiao, who felt quite uncomfortable and impatient, suddenly turned his head and looked at the other party.

She finally saw the whole picture of this person.

The man standing in the guard a few feet away was wrapped in iron armor, and his eyes were hidden inside. After a short look in contact, the strange discomfort had disappeared.

Duojiao breathed a sigh of relief, and then her eyes fell on the sword that the other party was standing.

This great sword is extremely exquisite and has a unique appearance. The cold blood groove and colorful gems coexist. Duojiao can clearly feel that the power exuding of this great sword seems to be in its sight at all, but is dedicated to killing those who have achieved success and fame.

This power seems to have a unique murderous intent towards her, who is in a high position.

"I remember it!"

Duojiao was in awe of heart, and the picture appeared in her mind again, and she muttered to herself: "Ten years ago, on the banks of the Nanyuan River, snow flew thousands of miles, and firelight reflected in the sky..."

In the snow and ice in my memory, there was indeed a big sword stuck on the ground. After Yi Shaocheng defeated the Han guard Jiang Yixia, he met him when he was young. The name of this sword was... Shuangjue!

"Shuang Jue, who specializes in killing the kings and princes of the Western Regions, is also called the Blade of Killing Kings. At that time, Shaocheng Yi did not pick up this sword, but was seized by Yanzhu, and then it was passed to him - this kind of treasure would actually fall into his hands. I guess he must have something extraordinary about this person. Yanzhu is really full of talents, and it seems that he must investigate it."

"Aunt..." Duojiao stood up and smiled at Yanzhu, "Senior brother seems to be about to lose, he is really bored."

Yanzhu smiled and waved her hand disregardlessly.

"Go to rest."

"Jiao'er left!" After Duo Jiao left the temple, she returned to the palace and urgently called Lord Lai Wen.

"Mr. Wen, take this to Shiliwu. There is a scout camp of mine. I handed this to Qiye." After Duojiao handed over the letter to Master Wen, he said, "This is a secret matter. No one knows that I have such a guard. You know what to do, right?"

Duojiao stared at Lord Wen's eyes and looked forward to answering.

"I live up to expectations."

"Thank you sir!"

After Lord Wen left, Duojiao breathed a sigh of relief. Although she trusted this old minister very much, if she had not felt the murderous intention just now, she would never have taken this risk and told others about her own capital.

After a moment, Lord Wen, who was disguised, arrived at Shiliwu. There was a large wild apricot forest, and a small river in the distance, with abundant water. But the reason why people were rarely visited was because there was a large desolate grave not far from here, which was as quiet as silence.

Lord Wen looked into the distance and there seemed to be nothing special in this large forest. The apricot blossoms swung in the wind and were still white bones, and the crows were wailing, which was extremely sad. After walking for a while, he came to a stone tablet, picked up a sound stone next to it, and knocked on it a few times.

"Who..."

After a while, a girl in military uniform walked out, her eyes were like an arrow and her temperament was outstanding. Who would have thought that there were indeed some unknown secrets hidden here.

"I am entrusted by someone to come here to find a girl named Qiye." Lord Wen reported his purpose.

The girl's eyes wandered on Lord Wen for a moment, took the letter handed over and read it, put away her arrogant look, and said, "Lord Wen, I just took the liberty. Please follow me."

"No obstacle, no obstacle..."

Lord Wen walked into the hinterland of Xinglin.

Who would have thought that there was a Duojiao private army here. Although Duojiao was built with the help of Qinghai Yi, there were only 180 people, each of whom was not dressed in makeup, wearing armor, a sword hanging on his waist, and a spear in his hands, and was extremely heroic. If he fought, he would definitely be an elite army.

Duojiao even needs them to detect who the black guard is.
Chapter completed!