Du Zhicheng had already experienced the opponent's kung fu and decided that if he continued to fight, both sides would be defeated. He said, "How about stopping here?"

How could Shen Yuanjing give up? He sneered and said, "You should do it first. When you can't beat it, you come to beg for mercy again. How could such a good thing happen?"

Du Zhicheng's face turned pale and said angrily: "I just think that you have a lot of skills and let you go. Since you are seeking death, don't blame me for being rude." Having said that, he knew that it would be impossible to win with his own people. He secretly blamed his opponent for not showing off his martial arts early, but he did not regret being used to being arrogant and arrogant in Yunzhou.

He knew that the next battle was a life-and-death battle, and became extra cautious. Even with the heavy sword in hand, he only dared to attack and defend half, intending to drag the opponent out of exhaustion and then stop.

But Shen Yuanjing had known his sword technique for a long time, and it was completely useless. Shen Yuanjing also practiced it with him. After pretending to be familiar, his momentum immediately changed. He had already explored all the other party's methods and realized that the victory was on me. He made more fierce moves when he took action. He added fists and palms, and sometimes mixed with a few leg techniques. He used all his unique moves. He hit the ground from the ground, and then attacked from the sky to the ground. He was extremely brave for a moment, making his opponent breathless.

Du Zhicheng was shocked. From the battle to the present, the person in front of him was afraid that he had not used two or three hundred tricks. Even if the same trick was used, there would be completely different changes next time he used it. It was really unimaginable.

Because he is in a remote place, even though he is extremely talented, his wealth, law and land are not enough, so he can only pursue his realm wholeheartedly and dare not think too much. The promotion to a master has exhausted all his accumulation, so the means to defend against the enemy must be very poor.

If you can give up your fame and fortune and go to other places to experience, or make up for your shortcomings, or even find out the future, and go further, there will be a chance. But if you support yourself and win over and win over, who can resist such temptation? How can you give up relatives, friends, teachers, disciples, and sincere expectations?

Perhaps when he broke through, he had a prosperous spirit and a positive heart, but after more than ten years, he had all his wealth and glory, and no decent opponent had long lost his fighting spirit. He could only rely on delusion to obtain some magical skills left by his predecessors and do some evil things in order to improve his skills.

Shen Yuanjing's talent may not be stronger than his opponent, but he is at the age of full of strength and profound background. The longer he fights, the more he naturally moves closer to him.

How could Du Zhicheng not see this momentum? Therefore, the more he fought, the more he became, the more he was, he quickly became a two-point attack and eight-point defense. Seeing that he was powerless to turn the tables, he thought to himself: "I have both sides to lose money, and I still have my disciples to clean up the mess, what are you afraid of?" He bit his teeth, attacked a few moves, and turned around to leave.

When the opponent chased him, his face turned red, his blood and blood surged, he used all his skills and injected them into the heavy sword. He twisted his body, wiped his hand with a sword, and ran over his neck, and rushed to his opponent's left chest. It was extremely fast and arrived in the blink of an eye.

Shen Yuanjing subconsciously raised his left hand, pressed and strobeed the sword, bounced back, and hit his chest, thinking, "Isn't this a resurgence? It's amazing to use it like this."

Du Zhicheng had completely turned around. Seeing that Chongjian had come back for some reason, he was shocked and hurriedly thrust his right arm, but he didn't hit his chest.

Shen Yuanjing bullied himself, stretched out his index finger and poked his chest, as if he was flying arrows, and there was a sound of breaking through the air. He quickly pushed the heavy sword with his true energy upwards and blocked it in front.

With a "puff" sound, a flesh finger actually poked a hole in the sword body that was more than half an inch thick, and the remaining momentum was not diminished, and it was pointed in the chest.

Du Zhicheng's mind became depressed, his eyes turned black, his strength disappeared, and the heavy sword fell down. Shen Yuanjing stepped forward and repaired his palm and hit him. He staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground.

Xu Bo and several other apprentices were stunned for a moment and rushed over. Gao Lang shouted and raised his sword to kill him. He plucked up and shouted quickly: "No, step back!" But it was too late.

Shen Yuanjing's feet looked like a ghost. He instantly reached his side, grabbed it with his claws and hit his chest. With only a few clicks, Gao Lang flew backwards with blood, landed on the ground, twitched, and stopped moving.

Du Zhicheng shouted hoarsely: "Langer!" and spit out another mouthful of blood. Xu Bo hurried over to support him, then looked up at Shen Yuanjing, with hatred on his face.

He laughed and said, "If you are not convinced, then let's go down together." Then with a move, the cloak hanging on the big tree flew over, took out an iron flute and played it. The sound of the flute was mixed with deep internal force, and seven or eight kinds of changes were produced.

Some people felt a splitting headache when they heard this, and they died of bleeding from their seven orifices; some were very upset and robbed the ground with their heads; some people died of being confused and were hammered in their chests; some were even more unconscious, wielding swords and slashing randomly.

Xu Bo hugged his master, sat cross-legged on the ground, and struggled to support him. Shen Yuanjing pulled his lips and smiled. He gently pinched his thumb and middle finger with his right hand, and bounced forward. Two silent finger forces floated away. With two puffs, a hole appeared on both of them and they hugged each other and fell to the ground.

There were not many people on the sidelines, so he walked out. Hong Li looked flustered and still forced a smile and bowed his knees. But he slapped his hand and slapped it in his chest, saying, "You can go with me if you dare to inform me."

Hong Li's body became weak, and the words "I didn't report the news" were blocked in his throat. His eyes were confused and frightened, and he fell to the ground and died.

...

The news that Du Zhicheng died and the door broke caused an uproar in Yunzhou. Unlike Li Tong, the Li family, although they are on the list of people, after all, there are few people who deal with each other, and I don’t know what it is.

With his power as a master, he overwhelmed the Yunzhou River and Lake for more than ten years. He taught two innate disciples, and everyone respected and yearned for them.

Once defeated, everyone was silent. When Shen Yuanjing walked eastward, he looked sideways and dared not speak loudly. There was another master, Yu Xin, who had no rumors before him for many days.

When Shen Yuanjing arrived at the village of "Hunan Valley" Regland, except for a few old servants, no one was there. He was amused and cried, and asked, "What's going on?"

The old servant said tremblingly: "Report to the master, the owner of the manor said he was afraid that your old man would receive it, so he ran away first." He snorted coldly and said: "It's honest, are you leaving any words?"

"He also asked me to tell the master that Mr. Shen was just a common friend and did not know his life experience, nor did he have the courage to use the flying catkin sword technique. The master would know after checking it. Finally, he asked me to prepare a banquet in the village to entertain the master." The old man spoke slowly and coughed twice from time to time.

Shen Yuanjing said, "He left you a bad old man here, do you think I won't attack you?" Although the old servant was a little scared, he still answered respectfully: "Adults are like clouds in the sky, unattainable. How could they be as knowledgeable as servants like me in the mud?"
Chapter completed!