From the Red Mansion, you can travel through the world of martial arts

Chapter 52: Fighting Zhao Wuji, Entering the First Class

"Mr. Jia, what should we do?"

"Poisonous smoke? Kirin smoke?" Jia Wei said immediately, "Give orders to use urine to detoxify."

"Yes!"

Jia Wei was not panicked at all, as he was protected by the Nine Yang Magic Art and was immune to all poisons.

Xuanwu was stunned. As the emperor, did he have to use diapers to cover his face? That would be too embarrassing...

Jia Wei continued, "Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, so you are naturally blessed with great fortune. I can tell from my calculations that the wind direction will change soon."

Xuanwu was half-believing and half-doubting, and did not move for a while, thinking that there was no rush to urinate after the poisonous smoke arrived.

At this time, figures were moving around, and Zhao Wuji's voice came from outside the tent: "You dog emperor, come out and die!"

As soon as Zhao Wuji finished speaking, he sent out a palm force that blasted a huge hole in the camp.

Jia Wei used his magical power and flew out like a green onion pulled out of dry land, and took the initiative to attack Zhao Wuji.

As soon as the two men met, they exchanged palm strikes and both took several steps back, seeming to be evenly matched.

"Martial Arts Champion Jia Wei?" Zhao Wuji was a little surprised after seeing who it was. "I didn't expect that you have such great internal strength at such a young age."

Jia Wei didn't waste any words and attacked again.

In an instant, the two men exchanged several punches and kicks. The moves in the hand-to-hand combat were so dangerous and fierce that the others were frightened.

When enemies meet, their eyes are filled with jealousy. Rushuang's face was already full of resentment, but she knew very well that she was no match for Zhao Wuji, and she did not dare to step forward rashly and distract Jia Wei. She could only wait for the opportunity.

"Master Jia is indeed worthy of being the top martial arts scholar. If I can use his power, I will be able to kill Zhao Wuji today and avenge my father..."

At this time, the inner guards who stayed behind in the camp finally arrived, "Protect the emperor! Protect the emperor! Protect the emperor!"

Jianning saw that they were in a mess and cursed, "What a bunch of rubbish! If the emperor relied on you, he would have died long ago!"

Xuanwu glared at Jianning with a frown on his face. Jianning knew he had said the wrong thing, so he immediately made two "Pooh" sounds and acted cute towards his brother.

Xuanwu had no choice but to pretend he didn't hear it. Seeing the unprofessional behavior of the inner guards, and then seeing Jia Wei and Zhao Wuji fighting fiercely, the comparison made him more satisfied and admired Jia Wei.

For a moment, he exclaimed: "Wenhe is such a fierce general!"

Jia Wei had experienced fighting in the martial arts world and had a lot of experience in fighting enemies. He hit Zhao Wuji several times but failed to break through the opponent's defense.

He gathered all his internal strength, hit Zhao Wuji right in the chest with a palm, and used the momentum to jump away.

There was a loud bang, and the internal force created several huge holes in Zhao Wuji's robe, but it failed to cause any substantial damage.

Jia Wei couldn't help but frown. If he had the Sword of the Heavenly Sword in his hand, Zhao Wuji would have died several times.

Zhao Wuji laughed loudly and said, "Your internal strength is indeed amazing, but unfortunately, the only move in the world that can break my magical power is the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!"

Jia Wei had anticipated this situation. Zhao Wuji had practiced external martial arts and had extremely high defensive capabilities.

But Jia Wei's magical power has reached the level of indestructibility and he is not afraid of Zhao Wuji's attack.

Moreover, his advantage is that the internal force generated by the Nine Yang Divine Art is incredibly fast. If Zhao Wuji fights him to the death, it will definitely be the other party who exerts all his strength first.

Besides, people from all walks of life are coming here, and no matter how high Zhao Wuji's martial arts skills are, he is still a mortal...

At this time, a guard came down from the front line to report, and Xuanwu hurriedly asked, "How is the battle going?"

"Thanks to the Emperor's blessing, the wind has changed and the poisonous smoke can no longer blow over. Now three groups of troops have gathered together to suppress the rebels!"

Both Jia Wei and Zhao Wuji heard this. The former breathed a sigh of relief, while the latter had a gloomy face.

Zhao Wuji then changed direction and let Jia Wei punch him in the face, and he fell towards the emperor.

It was only when Zhao Wuji faced those inner guards that he showed his powerful strength, and he could tear his hands in half at will.

Xuanwu was so frightened when he saw Zhao Wuji coming to kill him that he shouted, "Protect the emperor! Protect the emperor!"

Suddenly, Jia Wei stood in front of the emperor. Zhao Wuji sneered and punched Jia Wei in the chest, hoping to shock the emperor behind him to death with his internal strength. However, he never expected that after Jia Wei was hit in the chest, the Nine Yang Magic Art in his body naturally produced resistance and bounced all the force back. There was a loud bang, and Zhao Wuji suddenly felt unbearable pain in his palm.

"What kind of martial arts is this?" Zhao Wuji was surprised.

Zhao Wuji saw the situation clearly and knew that he could not kill the emperor with Jia Wei protecting him. He was also afraid that he would be surrounded by the army, so he took a palm from Jia Wei and immediately fled.

Rushuang seized the opportunity and stabbed Zhao Wuji's back with a sword. At this time, Zhao Wuji's breathing was disordered, and Rushuang's sword actually penetrated one inch.

He struggled hard and flew away like frost, fleeing out of the camp.

How could Jia Wei let him go? After catching Rushuang who was flying towards him, he hurriedly chased after her.

The two men entered the forest. Jia Wei had the skill of a gecko climbing a wall, so he was more agile and had the upper hand for a while, and slapped Zhao Wuji hard with several palms.

Just after leaving the forest, Jia Wei suddenly saw a group of troops with muskets at gunpoint, and quickly hid behind a big tree.

"Ready, fire!" a familiar voice rang out.

"Bang! Bang!..."

A volley of musket fire hit Zhao Wuji. Zhao Wuji was a mortal after all, and his internal energy was too much, so his kung fu was broken, and he was covered in blood.

"Ready, fire!"

"Lord Wei, I seemed to have seen Lord Jia in the woods just now. What if he was hurt by mistake..." Duolong's voice rang out.

At this time, Zhao Wuji was in a very bad condition. There were musketeers in front of him and Jia Wei behind him. He didn't have time to think too much and rushed towards the troops in front.

"He's coming to kill us! Quick, shoot him to death!"

Another round of volleys fired, and Zhao Wuji, who was flying in the air, was knocked to the ground. Jia Wei took advantage of the time when they were reloading ammunition and quickly flew out.

After the musketeers were ready, they saw that he was wearing a flying fish uniform and did not dare to shoot rashly.

"No need to shoot this one, this one is one of ours!"

Jia Wei stepped forward, and the seriously injured Zhao Wuji fought back before his death, but he was finished off in just a few moves.

Battle with Zao Wou-Ki.

Both sides were helpless and could not break Zhao Wou-Ki's defense.

[Zhao Wuji, the leader of the Tianli Sect, possesses evil magic and uses cruel methods...]

[You have obtained Zao Wou-ki's twenty years of skills, please choose! ]

Jia Wei then asked Duolong to take Zhao Wuji's body back, and he mounted his horse and began to simulate.

[Begin to deduce the "Nine Yang Magic Skill: Eighth Level"...]

[The effect of the eighth level is "the more you use it, the stronger it becomes", which means that the speed of internal force recovery will be accelerated again, so that it can be used endlessly. ]

[Within one year, you will refine your inner strength and constantly break through your own limits.]

[In the seventh year, you comprehend the method of becoming stronger the more you use it. With each palm and punch, your internal force becomes stronger than the previous one. Your offensive power seems to have no limit, but gradually your internal force cannot keep up with the consumption, and you feel that your stamina is running out.]

[In the seventeenth year, you have completely mastered the eighth level, and your internal energy is inexhaustible.]

[At this point, the first eight levels of the Nine Yang Divine Art have been mastered, and the ninth level has been perfected. A mist of purple air can be emitted, which can be spread inside and outside the body at will. It can also make one invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire, poisonous gas, and material objects. It is indestructible. ]

[Three years of remaining power, please choose! ]

Suddenly, the heat in his body rushed around, his dantian vibrated, and a warm current emerged, sweeping through the tendons and veins of his whole body. Jia Wei instantly recovered to his peak state, and his skills increased by several levels.

"Is this the innate realm? I am also a first-class master..." The first person Jia Wei thought of was Master Miejue of Emei.

"Old nun, wait!"

(End of this chapter)