After the queen came to the throne, I was forced to be nine thousand years old

Chapter 462 With Longquan in the mouth, killing without blood!

Zhang Jiuling's supernatural power [Xinghuo] is almost on the same level as Samadhi True Fire.

Zuo Daoqi couldn't help saying that the supernatural fighting and coping methods between the two were wonderful.

How can such a battle not make people yearn for it.

The battle between the two is limited by the Tianyuan Terrace and cannot show the whole picture. Otherwise, the effect of the two suns competing for glory will be stronger.

The double sun hangs high in the sky and separates above the heads of the two.

Zhang Jiuling still had a calm face. He had never been expected, so he was never disappointed.

Xiong Xi, on the other hand, had a serious face. When Zhang Jiuling came, he didn't care, but the tenacity he showed had to surprise him.

Such a person should not be unknown.

Although Xinghuo and Samadhi True Fire are both supernatural powers of the Dao of Fire, they have completely different attributes.

A single spark, a single spark can start a prairie fire, and it contains vitality, which survives death.

And the real fire of Samadhi is the king fire of the heart, also known as the divine fire, and its name is Shangmei; the minister fire of the kidney, also known as the essence fire, and its name is Zhongmei; Fire also, its name is Xia Mei.

The so-called samadhi is the state of taking stillness while moving, and returning everything from chaos to tranquility.

Of course, the flames of both are quite top-level fire dao supernatural powers, and they both have magical effects in alchemy and weapon refining.

Two rounds of scorching sun lifted into the sky, and the sky was extremely high.

Neither Xiong Xi nor Zhang Jiuling seem to like talking very much.

The two were silent, but their fight was as exciting as the battle between Lu Feng and Wu Guang yesterday.

Zhang Jiuling finally said, "The king abandons the setting sun, and Sao can borrow the long whale!"

Everyone, at the moment when Zhang Jiuling recited the poem, was stunned, as if they had encountered something unbelievable.

Zhang Jiuling is obviously not a Confucian scholar, so why does he recite poems?

They quickly saw that Xiong Xi's long setting sun condensed with the true fire of Samadhi was like a candle in the wind at this moment, and it seemed that it would go out at any moment.

This is…

Zhang Jiuling solved the key to fellow practitioners in Confucianism and Taoism?
wrong.

Soon, everyone found out that something was wrong. The Three Ways cannot be practiced together is an iron law like the way of heaven. Although Zhang Jiuling was beyond everyone's expectations, he still did not have such an ability.

Xiong Xi opened his mouth and explained everything.

He raised his head slightly, looked solemnly, and looked at Zhang Jiuling with a strange composure.

"Someone told me a long time ago that the so-called Confucianism cultivator is just a word of mouth, the tip of the tongue contains Longquan, and blood is not seen in killing people. Brother Zhang has also learned the methods of Confucianism and Taoism."

Zhang Jiuling didn't answer, but continued to stretch out his hand, "Breathe all the rivers and rivers, and Yan Ran can be overwhelmed!"

The world seemed to collapse at this moment, and Xiong Xi's Samadhi Lieyang also fell forever in an instant!

Above the arena, it was pitch black.

Xiong Xi squinted his eyes, and then Zhou Tiansixiang kept spinning, his left hand, which had been slightly open, was clenched suddenly, and it became a fist.

Then punch forward!
At this moment, a layer of golden halo appeared on his fist, as if wearing a layer of golden gloves, shining like stars.

Red, blue, blue, red, four colors mixed.

His body like a banished fairy seemed to have turned into a reckless man at this moment. When he punched out, everything fell, the darkness collapsed, the boundless magical power collapsed, and the yang of the spark turned into dust...

At the next moment, the true fire of samadhi suddenly ignited, boundless, and the whole martial arts stage seemed to be turned into a sea of ​​flames at this moment.

"In such chaos, order should be restored in the flames."

The supernatural powers [Ni Si Xiang] and [Samadhi True Fire] were really used by Xiong Xi to the point of reaching perfection.

The fist in his hand seemed to have become the only one in the world at this moment, the sea of ​​fire was cheering, and the power against the four phenomena was circulating.

A slight sense of sadness appeared in Xiong Xi's eyes.

With this punch, he will let the world witness his strength.

Those countless days and nights of sleepless penance.

The burden of Wuyouzong, the expectation of grandpa, the oppression of the ancestor...

All people have the purpose of winning, and they all hold the will to die or not to live.

Regardless of Zhang Jiuling, regardless of Xiong Xi.

Zhang Jiuling finally stopped hesitating. At this moment, Daoyuan was gathered.

A wave of righteous energy emerged from the edge of the clouds, and the purple energy criss-crossed unconsciously.

"I only have one Dao source, if you break it, you win."

This is the first sentence Zhang Jiuling has said that has nothing to do with the battle since the beginning of the battle.

Maybe it's just a reminder, maybe it's a motivation for yourself.

No one has ever looked forward to him, no one has ever been optimistic about him.

But it's always been like this, right?
At the moment when he evolved the Dao Yun he had comprehended, a sense of pride arose in his heart.

"I have great righteousness, and I am not afraid of the true fire of Samadhi!"

The majestic righteousness turned into a long dragon in the air. If you look carefully, it looks like a great dragon in the air.

Obviously, under Shenlong, Zhang Jiuling's magical powers have been strengthened!

Supernatural power [Tongue Dragon Spring]!
This is a supernatural power that is more like a Confucian scholar. It is not a supernatural power, but because this supernatural power only appeared once. A thousand and six hundred years ago, the great Confucian Chu Huangzhen abandoned Confucianism and entered Taoism, and achieved this supernatural power. Betrayed by scholars all over the world, he abandoned this supernatural power like a clog and didn't develop it too much.

But in his hands, there is already a power beyond the top-grade supernatural powers.

Zhang Jiuling was the second person to comprehend this supernatural power in the past thousand years. As a monk, he felt the awe-inspiring righteousness of Confucianism, and walked into the long river of awe-inspiring energy, like a bug.

After he opened his mouth, the boundless real fire of Samadhi on the ring was like nothing in Zhang Jiuling's eyes, and he walked on it like walking on flat ground.

Xiong Xi punched out a punch, and the golden halo combined with the power of the four elephants showed a destructive aura.

Zhang Jiuling sang again.

"I have great righteousness, and I am not afraid of the four phenomena!"

Fist out, collapsing when encountering the majestic dragon.

Xiong Xi remained silent, but an aura of collapse slowly emerged from his body, vortexes emerged from the void like spirals, constantly rolling the surrounding air, crushing, crushing, and shattering everything around him!
Supernatural powers [destroyed]!
This supernatural power is not perfect, but Xiong Xi has realized the source of Dao-the way of the source of Dao Dao.

This way belongs to the upper level among the Daohe.

One punch was useless, Xiong Xi continued to move forward and punched again while raising his hand.

Zhang Jiuling narrowed his eyes and looked at the reckless man opposite him, his expression remained unchanged.

"I have great righteousness, and I am not afraid of collapse!"

The dragon of mighty righteousness kept circling in the air, but under the attack of Xiong Xi's punch after punch, the color of the purple dragon condensed with great righteousness became a little dimmer.

Fighting requires courage as well as wisdom.

Zhang Jiuling felt helpless, looking at Xiong Xi who was still punching like a dragon with his expression unchanged, he knew that his defeat was a matter of time.

He is not Lu Feng, he doesn't have Lu Feng's all-or-nothing arrogance, nor does he have all-or-nothing means.

He can't destroy his righteousness, he can't destroy his way.

Who would have expected that Xiong Xi, who is as handsome as a banished fairy, is actually a reckless man who has comprehended the source of great destruction.

But let him sit and wait, he is not willing.

Although he is not proud and rarely cares about winning or losing, at least he wants to prove something to the world.

The Zhang family, which has always stood at the top of the Confucianism, has Zhang Zaizhi before Zhang Julu, and Zhang Jiuling after Zhang Julu.

After Xiong Xi punched again, Zhang Jiuling was speechless.

So he saw Zhang Jiuling's childish figure flying backwards.

He was smashed away by Xiong Xi's punch.

Someone in the audience stood up and looked at Zhang Jiuling in surprise.

Why didn't Zhang Jiuling block this last punch?
After flying backwards and falling rapidly, Xiong Xi raised his eyes, showing a little surprised expression for the first time.

I saw the 'young boy' floating like dilapidated catkins disappeared suddenly.

At the same time, Zhang Jiuling's weak voice came from his ear.

"I have great righteousness, and I can transform Longquan into a life-and-death blow!"

I saw Zhang Jiuling's figure in the air, suddenly sucking the purple majestic and righteous dragon into his left hand like a whale, turning it into a cold and awe-inspiring sword. dragon chant.

The sword came out, piercing Xiong Xi's throat.

Xiong Xi came to his senses, but he couldn't stop it!
Zuo Dodge stood up suddenly, with curiosity and surprise in his eyes.

Xiong Xi...is he about to lose?
Was it defeated by Zhang Jiuling?
Could this man who was as handsome as himself be defeated so easily?

Su Yuchan's voice was also full of surprise.

"My lord, it seems that Xiong Xi is about to lose."

When almost everyone was surprised by Zhang Jiuling's desperate blow, the scene on stage shocked everyone.

Only Zuo Dodge looked at the many real people on the stage. At the farthest corner, there was a silver-haired old man with a burly figure and a majestic temperament.

Xiong Xi's grandfather, Xiong Fu.

Xiong Fu didn't seem to be affected by the changes on the stage at all, his face was flat and peaceful.

He never believed that Xiong Xi would lose in the first round.

Zuo Dodge recognized this person, so he turned his eyes back to the stage, a little curious about how Xiong Xi would make a comeback.

But on the stage, the situation has already changed.

Zhang Jiuling holds the mighty Longquan in his hand, and recites the last sentence in his mouth.

"Yanliang changed several times, and the Nine Earths collapsed!"

Xiong Xi moved suddenly, his speed, in the eyes of the world, suddenly flew into the air in an extremely awkward way.

Daoyuan - the way of slowness and slowness, realized from the supernatural power [Supernatural Speed].

Even so, it seemed a little late for Xiong Xi to show his hole cards, and he was still stabbed by Longquan.

Hey~
The crisp sound of gold and iron interweaving, on the stage of Tianyuan where everyone was watching, when almost everyone was holding their breath, it was so crisp and so obvious.

Third Grade Flesh Body!

Xiong Fu stroked his beard, "Xi'er has a chance, and by chance, the physical body is one step further than climbing the stairs."

So some people looked worried.

"As a third rank, how to participate in the battle of ascending the building."

Xiong Fu quickly explained, "It's just that the physical body is close to the third rank, but the soul is not as good as the yin god, so it can't be regarded as the third rank."

His status here is not high, after all, there is only Wuyouzong behind him.

He cast his eyes for help on the previous strong man.

But without waiting for the strong man on the previous line to speak, he suddenly heard the voice of Zhengming Emperor Ji Lingjun, who was seated at the top.

"Although I don't know much about cultivation, the third rank is the third rank of the divine soul. Since Xiong Xi's divine soul does not enter the third rank, it is not a violation of the rules."

The emperor's rescue made Xiong Fu look embarrassed, his last sect was the last one.

Fortunately, Shang Dao has always been on good terms with the imperial court, so there are a large number of Shang Dao's disciples in the Monster Slaying Mansion, and they are not dissatisfied with it. Xiong Fu just surrendered when he saw that the powerhouse of Shang Zong didn't have any opinion on the emperor speaking for him.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

After Xiong Xi showed off his almost invincible physical body, the battle on stage was basically declared over.

Zhang Jiuling's Longquan sword fell on Xiong Xi's throat, and because of his dodging and his strong body, only a faint white mark was left...

A wry smile appeared on the old face.

"I lost."

Zhang Jiuling said softly.

Xiong Xi took a step back, clasped his fists, and said nothing.

It was the same with Zhang Jiuling, who also folded his fists and bent over.

From yesterday to today, the post-war scenes of the two are actually the most harmonious.

Whether it's Zhang Jiuling or Xiong Xi, they actually have a good sense of each other.

At least there is no hypocrisy or sarcasm, there is only a kind of indifference of meeting friends through martial arts.

It's like an old friend you haven't seen in years.

Zhang Jiuling seems to feel very good about this kind of association.

A smile appeared on his old face, "You are really strong, maybe in the imperial court, only that person can fight against you."

Xiong Xi showed a smile on his expressionless face at this moment, "I am also looking forward to the battle with Lord Zuo."

Afterwards, the two had no more conversations, and there was a sense of sympathy for each other.

Maybe it's the respect for the two, maybe it's Jiuyanhou's guilt towards Zhang Jiuling. After all, he was the one who drew Xiong Xi and Zhang Jiuling together. Although everything was destiny, he didn't do anything.

So it wasn't until the two of them finished talking that Jiuyan Hou fell from the sky and said loudly.

"Worriless Sect Xiong Xi, win!"

Since the beginning of the Tianyuan Grand Meeting, there have been three matches without any upsets. The three people who were favored at the beginning have steadily defeated their opponents.

Perhaps this is the cruelty of the Tianyuan Grand Meeting. Fame, to some extent, represents combat power.

Of course, for a grand event like this, some people would set up bets in private, and the imperial court would turn a blind eye to this. After all, behind those bets are usually real people or even Yang gods.

Zuo Daoqi's eyes were flat. During the conversation between Zhang Jiuling and Xiong Xi, they met Xiong Xi's eyes for a moment. Both of them were very flat.

Maybe it was because of Shuaibi, both of them felt that the other was not pleasing to the eye, but unfortunately, the two of them did not meet each other in the second round.

Today there is still a battle in the second martial arts stage, between Yin Zhentang of Hanyumen and Ban Fangdao of Sifang Club. They are not weak among the 28 people, but they will not be particularly strong either.

Of course, in comparison, many people are more optimistic about Ban Fangdao. After all, this person's father is the owner of the Sifang Guild Hall, Yangshen Zhenjun.

Although I don't want to say that the Tianyuan Grand Meeting is a battle of fathers, the confrontation of the elders will inevitably affect the status of both parties in the eyes of the world to a certain extent.

Xu Ning weighed the wine in the jug, and there was a rushing sound like a big river.

She took a sip comfortably, "It's good to bet on the little bear, and I won a lot today."

"Xiao Er, who do you think will win this match?"

There were no upsets in a row, Yan Chixia looked like a fortune teller, and said confidently, "It should be Ban Fangdao, after all, the Four Images of Heaven's Will in Sifang Guild Hall is famous all over the world."

Xu Ning nodded, "I think so too, but I don't want to bet on this one."

"Gambling is not a good thing, Senior Sister did a good job."

"But I want to try my luck and give me your storage ring."

Yan Chixia was slightly taken aback, "What is Senior Sister going to do?"

"Help you place your bet." Xu Ning said very naturally.

"I... don't want to gamble."

Xu Ning didn't care, and directly put the storage ring on the gambling table beside him, this is a big customer.

The croupier smiled happily.

Yan Chixia was about to cry, but he looked at Ban Fangdao with expectation, Mr. Ban, you must win.

"Senior Sister, you will be on stage tomorrow, but it's a pity that Miao Zhengdao is not famous, otherwise, the world will know your methods."

Xu Ning nodded in agreement, "Indeed, compared to Miao Zhengdao, I still want to fight Wu Guang, otherwise, this level of fighting is really boring."

"Meeting Zuo Dodge and Xiong Xi is just as interesting."

Xu Ning glared at him, "How can it be the same, Wu Guang is too ugly, just like a toad."

Yan Chixia took a sneak peek at Xu Ning, and said in his heart, what a girl, no matter her background, cultivation, or even talent, if she dresses up, even Feng Lanyu, the most beautiful woman in Xijing, can probably fight her way. It has a mouth.

……

Zuo Daoqi sat quietly on the stage, quietly watching the battle between Yin Zhentang and Ban Fangdao.

The battle between Zhang Jiuling and Xiong Xi, like a gentleman discussing Taoism, was really just a flash in the pan. In the next round, the bloody battle between Yin Zhentang and Ban Fangdao was so moving that it was so touching.

Yin Zhentang won miserably, one of his eyeballs was blown off, and his right hand was caught in the light of annihilation. Without the treasures of heaven and earth, he had no chance to recover.

After all, only the Yang God can do such a method as regeneration of severed limbs.

Although Ban Fangdao lost, his injury was not as serious as Yin Zhentang's, but it hurt his heart, and it was not an easy task to recover.

Fortunately, before the grand event, the imperial court had already made a plan for the injury of the Tianjiao. It was difficult for Yin Zhentang to recover, but Ban Fangdao's injury could be recovered.

Unfortunately, this battle was won by Yin Zhentang.

Therefore, in the second stage of the second round, the one-eyed, one-armed Yin Zhentang will fight against the complete Xiong Xi.

Xiong Xi has almost secured his promotion spot.

Only one battle, but won two rounds.

Today's Xiong Xi is a real big winner.

At least in the eyes of many people, it is so.

This battle was also the first time that the Tianyuan Festival was upset, and Yin Zhentang, who was not favored, advanced to the next round with his head held high.

Zuo Daoqi admired Yin Zhentang, and his persistence at the last moment was moving. Although since the beginning of the Tianyuan Festival, such a tenacious quality can be seen at almost every stop, but this kind of quality, no matter how many times you watch it, brings The degree of shock is the same.

Changyi seemed frightened by this battle, "Zuo Qing, if you really can't beat that Wu Guang in the next round, you will admit defeat!"

Zuo Dodge was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

He is not Yin Zhentang, he has the supernatural power of life and death, and now with the help of the oppression of the source of death, it is only a matter of time before he realizes the source of birth. The source of life exists, and injuries such as broken arms are not related to him. As for too much damage.

What's more, he still has some merit...

"It's okay, I'll be fine, I don't want face, I really can't beat it, just admit defeat."

Changyi thought about Zuo Daoqi's wretchedness and caution when he was in the palace, and nodded in satisfaction, then felt that he was too worried about this bastard just now.

Lifting her head, she said arrogantly, "It's up to you, I won't marry a disabled person anyway."

……

And the other side.

Yan Chixia looked resentful, and as the crowd retreated, he kept looking at the vigorous senior sister in front of him.

Xu Ning was meticulous, with the jug neatly placed on his waist, looking serious, and the demeanor of a senior elder sister was vividly displayed while walking.

"Xiao Er, you said that Ban Fangdao could win, and I was just running an errand for you. Could it be that you still rely on me?"

(End of this chapter)