Brush!!

The two of them had a very tacit understanding, and suddenly they all put away their true meanings. The burning Ancient Buddha disappeared, and their closed eyes opened at the same time.

After competing with the true meaning, it is competing with the skills.

In an instant, two figures shot out from the completely opposite directions. In the strong wind, two sword shadows rolled up with the wind!

The king-slaughtering sword against a weed.

Chih!!

A dazzling spark exploded under the clear sky.

The body was intertwined, and then he turned around and slashed at a speed that his vision could not keep up.

Knife to knife.

A great opening and closing, a dignified slash.

The ripples spread like a bell ringing.

The sword body of the King-Slayer sword was shaken, and the sword energy condensed on the weeds was sometimes slightly dim.

Just looking at this battle, you will know how powerful the two of them are in attack!

If anyone comes, they may be cut dozens of meters away with one knife.

However, both of them responded to this powerful recoil force.

Normal people should take advantage of the situation to leap away, eliminate this power, and then pull the distance closer to start attacking.

But this normal way is not available here at all.

Both of them were actually relying on their bodies and muscles to withstand the recoil of each other's sword force.

Xia Ji naturally didn't use all his strength, and even one-tenth of his strength was useless. He admired Pang Jing very much, and the other party was like an ungrateful combat machine.

The ghosting of the right arm makes every sword slash close to the mountain.

If Pang Jing was allowed to fight against Tianyuan at this time, it would be fine.

Bang!!

After a huge force of force accumulating force.

A nearly thunderous light exploded.

Pang Jing frowned, and a trace of blood oozed from the corners of his lips. He licked his lips, not only without any fear, but instead seemed to have drunk stimulants and fell into a state of madness.

His right arm became more and more terrifying, and the white muscles grew out, which was twice as big as his left arm!

"Fight!!"

The giant knife in Pang Jing's hand suddenly shot out, Xia Ji jumped up, and Pang Jing rushed over immediately, and his boots stepped on the hilt of the giant knife, and pulled out a short knife from behind with his right hand.

He was like a crazy tiger, diving along the wide blade.

At the same time, the knife light shows four appearances.

Xia Ji's hand shook, and the sword energy on the weeds condensed again, and he stepped on the blade and went upstream.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!!

Both of them were on the King-slaughtering Sword, fighting each other in close combat!

In an instant, dozens of swords, hundreds of swords.

If the competition was just a force, now it is a competition of sword speed.

The disciples were only shocked.

The two of them stepped on the giant sword, and their bodies were covered by dense sword lights. The bright spots were like cold stars, flashing endlessly.

Suddenly, Pang Jing withdrew the knife.

The weeds between Xia Ji's fingers also disappeared from the sword energy.

The two seemed to have decided to fight.

The extremely strong and powerful guy jumped from the knife and half-kneeled on the ground and said, "Pang Jing was convinced."

Xia Ji shook his head: "Brother Pang, your opponent shouldn't be me."

Pang Jing was stunned, then stood up and laughed boldly: "Mr. Pang knows that you have left a lot of strength.

But no matter what, a certain wish has been done.

Now I only hope to stay in the Holy Gate and seek the curse of my right arm.

On weekdays, someone would tie him up with iron chains. When someone could not control himself, he would ask the Holy Son to give Pang a pleasure because of your friendship."

Xia Ji quietly looked at this swordsman who was both enemies and friends.

The latter had no fear of death, and his eyes were clean and clear: "Pang would rather die than do ghosts."

Xia Ji looked around and looked at his disciples and said, "You guys will part first."

The junior brothers and sisters and the three followers will naturally not violate it.

People scattered.

The pavilion is empty.

Only the lake water.

The leaves on the water are like boats.

The two sat on the stone steps outside the Dead Leaf Pavilion, watching the fallen leaves and flowers falling from the air in the distance with the wind, falling down in the middle of the crater lake, spreading ripples.

"I have been in a bad mood with you since I was a child, but I don't expect that after a change of life, my personality changed drastically. I changed from an enemy to a close friend." Pang Jing looked into the distance, as if he was trapped in memories. "Now, Pang may not be dead for a long time, but his mood is unprecedentedly calm. I have no women or relatives. I am dead. Please help me write the tomb text on my monument, whatever I want to write."

Xia Ji set aside the topic: "Drink?"

Pang Jing laughed and said, "How can a swordsman drink? I always reflect on myself and never dare to let my mind carry it, otherwise it would be a flaw."

Xia Ji laughed and said, "Just drink a jar, I've drunk it all, why are you afraid?"

Pang Jing thought for a moment: "It sounds...it's not impossible."

A jar of fine wine was shipped.

The two sat by the lake, first doing one jar, then started doing the second jar, and the third jar...

Pang Jing could not defeat Xia Ji in swordsmanship, so he let go and wanted to drink Xia Ji down in the bar.

After drinking the stars and the moon was like water, the wine jars beside them had already piled up like mountains.

A heavy sigh came from Xia Ji's side.

"Pang only hopes that after my death, there will be a country that will allow me to continue fighting with a knife. If I can do this, it will be no different wherever I am."

"Brother Pang doesn't have to be so pessimistic. There may not be no way to lift this curse in the world."

"Someone is not afraid of death, because they are not attached to the world, and the only one they love is the knife in their hands.

More than ten years ago, at the Equatorial Gate, you were already an elite disciple of the commander and the lofty holy son, but I was still practicing. At that time, I was surrounded by people from the Equatorial Gate, and my friends were killed one by one. I was called Tianbiao, called Dibuxing, and then..." Pang Jing showed a look of pity in his eyes, and he quietly stared at the knife on his side, "It was the knife that saved me."

Xia Ji began to hear the strong man talking nonsense at the bottom of the sea after drinking, sometimes he got to know when he was young and sometimes he got to the northern border.

After a long time, Xia Ji suddenly said, "If you use a knife to cut a hole in your right arm, I have a way to detoxify, and it may be useful."

Pang Jing didn't say much, his fingers flashed past, and his right arm was suddenly covered in blood, but the blood was gray-black blood.

Xia Ji also cut his fingers and pointed at the black blood.

A cool breath rushed into his body along his fingers, as if he was also infected.

And this is the effect that Xia Ji wants.

Xia Ji said directly in his heart: "Exchange internal strength at the cost of this curse."

Response: "It can be exchanged for 150 years, can it be exchanged?"

One hundred and fifty years?

It happens to be half of the internal force that can be converted into "Warm Jade Slip Nightmare"? Is there any connection between this value?

While thinking, Xia Ji confirmed the exchange.

After being used to the fact that I had become accustomed to, the number of true energy changed to 8807 units.

The gray-black blood in the skin on Pang Jing's right arm turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the pale white skin had not changed at all.

It seems that part of the curse was lifted, but the impact it caused could not be eradicated.

Xia Ji was very aware of it.

In this way, Pang Jing should have nothing to do, but he did this himself, but he snatched away a ghost general in the underworld, and I wonder if it would bring any consequences.

But he had to do this.

Do what you want, don't do what you want.

He stood up in the night wind and asked two night patrol disciples to carry the drunk Pang Jing back to the house.
To be continued...