Xia Ji was facing Pang Jing.

A hundred battles are kings against slaughtering the kings.

A roar!

The two of them had almost all their might to build up a blow, but they were evenly matched.

The powerful impact force made the two separate immediately after a brief contact.

And the two gale winds collided with each other and made a thunderous explosion.

Xia Ji's expression was calm, Pang Jing felt a numbness in the tiger's mouth, and he seemed a little surprised. The astonishment passed in an instant. The nine-foot-tall boy, like a bear, burst into laughter and shouted: "Happy! Come again!"

The two of them had a good understanding of each other, and they didn't use any physical skills at this time, let alone any speed. They just dragged their swords toward each other.

Then I made a simple knife.

Bang!

When the knife was connected to the knife, there was another thunder thunder, and the explosion of airflow blew the two of their hair back to the point of dancing.

After one knife, the two of them used the knife again.

However, this knife has a little more internal strength than the previous one.

Bang!

Then use the knife.

The internal force gradually increases.

The disciples of the Holy Sect who were watching around almost suspected that their swords were about to break.

Xia Ji was fixed on Pang Jing, and both of them were fixed, with only their right hand dancing, and there was no move at all.

It's just a simple chop! Cut! Cut!

It was just that the cut was stronger than the other, with sound waves and shocks, and the airflow seemed to be mixed into a vortex, centering on the two, causing all the flowers and plants on the top of the mountain to shatter and split in summer!

The crowd in front retreated.

The body was still, but the knife became a afterimage.

Every movement and stillness show a thrilling sense of power and beauty.

These two people seem to be no swordsmen, but they seem to be competing with strength.

In just a short moment, the two of them had already produced hundreds of knifes.

But his expression remained unchanged and he was chopping against each other.

This posture seems to be not a competition, but a fellow disciple is competing and practicing.

Suddenly, the speed of the two men's knife slowed down.

But the force is heavier.

Every move seems to be giving all your strength, and it seems to contain all your will.

If it was a thunder thunder before, the crowd only felt that the sound of the knife was like a gong ringing in their ears. The level of cultivation was lower, and even the nosebleed began to flow out.

The elder of the Heavenly King said luckily: "Cover your ears and retreat!"

The disciples of the Holy Sect seemed to be awakened, and began to retreat one after another, gradually running again until they made way out and stopped.

Ning Mengzhen also carried the medicine box and ran behind them.

These two are not like a competition. This is too different from the battle that Xiaoluding imagines. The Holy Son and Pang Jing seem to be competing for strength.

Her head was buzzing like a group of bees flying, and the two of them were only the size of their fingers in the distance.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The two of them cut slowly and slowly.

Pang Jing's heart was full of shock. He thought that his years of adventure was enough to subvert the Holy Son. This time he took action only to try the Holy Son. After all, it is already extremely amazing that a person with all his skills can restore his strength.

But the Holy Son not only recovered, but also changed his sword intention, from being originally weird and bizarre to being now Baru Junlin, from being different from his own way to the same way.

Xia Ji was actually quite surprised. He had more than two thousand internal strength, so he should have been invincible, but Pang Jing could actually take it one by one. If it weren't for the latter's mouth that began to seep blood and the tiger's mouth began to crack, he would have really doubted himself.

It seems that in this world, the term "internal strength" for many years is not the same as the year. Opportunities, adventures, and talents are enough to subvert the amount of internal strength.

Rather than saying that you have 134 internal strength now, it is better to say that it is 134 units of internal strength.

According to the description in the game in the previous life, I am afraid it is:

Xia Ji—Internal force value: 134.

He felt that in this way, he could remind himself that the world is never simple now, nor is it the low martial arts world that he originally understood, which was dominating the world for a hundred years.

Ning Meng really couldn't understand what the two were fighting.

Except it's very powerful...

It's really boring.

The sword flashed in imagination, and there was no fancy move.

She couldn't understand, but someone could understand.

On the pavilion of dead leaves.

The elder of the Heavenly King's eyes became brighter and brighter. He couldn't help but slap the railing and shouted: "Okay! I really didn't expect it, I didn't expect it!

These two people are actually competing with their state of mind, which is really rare!

Under the even-matched sword intent and strength, whoever is shaken will lose if his mood is shaken!

Both the Holy Son and Pang Jing noticed this, so they abandoned all flashy things.

And using each other as whetstones is competing with the state of mind.

Every time, it is full of faith as firm as a rock, and every time, it is cut off the knife with all its strength and a winning heart.

There is no success or failure in this battle. They are both winners. After this battle, the two will definitely make another breakthrough!

The younger generation of the Holy Sect really reminds me of the sect leader and the original one…”

Elder Sacred Heart whispered: "Be careful, that name is a taboo."

The elder of the Heavenly King laughed: "I'm not happy!"

Elder Zhiwei glanced at the two of them coldly, a woman with long hair and short knowledge, and an old man who was stunned by his brain when practicing dragon grasping hands. Sooner or later, he would climb onto your head.

He sneered in his heart, and then said, "The Holy Son is very powerful. In Yunxin Pavilion, he not only removed the poison of Phantom Jade, but also practiced from nothing to the Great Perfection of True Yuan Realm, and could compete with Pang Jing.

Don’t you both doubt how the Holy Son did it?

What methods does he have to do?

It’s nothing to have power, but the origin of this power is unknown. Don’t you ask clearly?”

The elder of the Heavenly King snorted coldly: "Everyone has a trump card and a secret. Does Elder Wisdom want to tell others everything? If the Holy Son has recovered his strength, then he will still be the Holy Son I know. No one can change this fact! As an elder, he is not qualified to ask the Holy Son to explain anything!"

Elder Saint Heart showed some unbearable expression and suddenly advised: "Actually, Elder Wisdom is right. I feel relieved if the Holy Son has recovered. But if he promoted himself through some evil heretics or some self-destructive practices, then if we don't ask clearly now, it would be irresponsible to the entire Holy Gate."

Elder Zhihui was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that this idiot woman would actually help him.

He made things difficult for the Holy Son, not because he was a slut, but because he had a purpose, this woman...

Elder Wisdom's eyes turned, and suddenly remembered the relationship between Elder Sacred Heart and the Lu family in the Great Wei family, and then remembered Lu Changke, who had his hands deprived by the Holy Son a few days ago, and couldn't help but understand.

This woman looks holy, but she is actually a bitch.

She is taking revenge on her.

The elders had different opinions, two to one, and the minority obeyed the majority, but the King of Heaven was not convinced. If he was convinced, he would not call himself the King of Heaven.

"Not anyway!"

"Why can't it work? Why don't the Holy Son explain it for the sake of the safety of the Holy Sect?"

"It's better to calm down your anger. The three of us asked together, if the Holy Son said it, it's best. If nothing is said, what if the Holy Son is willing to say it?"
Chapter completed!