Martial Arts: Just Finished the Patrol, the Beginning is Ruthless

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The monk's robe was cut off, the skin was cracked, and blood continued to overflow from the body surface.

If it wasn't for Jiumozhi's strong physique and rich experience in actual combat, these few sword strikes would be enough to seriously injure him.

Boom!

In the gap between the sword moves, Jiumozhi finally seized the fleeting opportunity to counterattack, stepped forward with one foot, and the ground cracked accordingly.

A powerful air wave surged from his body, blowing his robe tremblingly.

At this moment, he didn't look like a monk at all, but looked like a bloodthirsty gangster.

With one hand forming a claw, with the sound of the wind howling, he grabbed Xia An from a strange angle.

Indra Claw!

Xia An's figure paused slightly, and he just raised his sword lightly, and the light steel sharp sword drew a perfect arc in the air, splashing like a moon.

Scoff!

The tip of the sword was precisely picked at Jiumozhi's left hand. The latter's skin, which had been tempered countless times, was incomparably tough, and under the powerful sword light, it was as fragile as thin paper.

Jiumozhi's complexion changed, he secretly said something bad and quickly stopped, but his little finger was still chopped off.

"Your Excellency is holding a magic weapon, but I am unarmed. It would be too unfair to make such a move."

Jiumozhi quickly sealed the acupoints to stop the blood.

His complexion became extremely ugly.

He didn't expect that he would suffer losses in this young man's hands one after another.

"Oh? I can give you time to get the weapon."

(aede) Xia Anfeng said calmly.

"The monk's trip this time is to learn martial arts, so naturally he will not bring weapons."

"If the benefactor insists on using weapons, the monk will have no choice but to admit defeat."

"It's just that the great Ming Dynasty can't find anyone who can defeat the monk with bare hands. The name of this great country may not be worthy of the name."

Jiumozhi knew that Xia'an's swordsmanship was really exquisite, and with this sword in hand, it was difficult for him to use many methods.

He said deliberately at the moment.

"No? I'm afraid you can't?"

Xia An sneered.

How could he not see such a poor trick?

"However, it doesn't matter, let you die to understand."

But Xia An still sheathed his sword.

Whether there is a sword or no sword, Jiumozhi's fate is the same, there will be no change.

Strong self-confidence comes from absolute strength.

"This is the demeanor of a strong man, I admire you."

Jiumozhi clasped his hands together and praised.

"Okay, let's stop doing this."

Xia An said indifferently, the world was running so close, and he arrived in front of Jiumozhi in an instant.

"This…"

Jiumozhi's expression changed, and he faintly sensed that Xia An, without a sword in his hand, was faster than before.

Even faster? !

It's just that he couldn't allow him to think about it, Xia An's punch had already come before his eyes.

Hastily, Jiumozhi raised his hand to block it.

Boom!

As if a stone broke the sky, in an instant, a force as strong as a wave came from above the arm.

Jiumozhi only felt that he was hit hard by the three mountains and five mountains, and it was like a bell was going off in his mind.

The strength was transmitted from the arms to all parts of his body, causing him to fly upside down.

Xia An turned his feet, and the surging internal force gathered, and then exploded on his toes.

Bully him.

Delivered a second punch.

The punching intention burst out with a biting murderous intent, it was an extremely pure punch, and it was also a very straightforward punch.

It was so simple that Jiumozhi understood how to deal with it without even thinking about it.

He made a loop with his hands in the air, and the dragon-capturing hand shot out instantly, trying to defuse the blow with ingenuity.

But, can't catch it!

This punch is really too domineering.

The moment the palm touched the fist, the palm was twisted by the powerful force.

It's like an ordinary person going to pull a carriage, how can he pull it?

The gap is simply too great.

In a blink of an eye, the fist passed through Jiumozhi's palms and landed on his chest.

"puff!"

"Crack."

Jiumozhi felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spewed out, he even heard the sound of his own sternum breaking.

Then came the feeling of suffocation.

Yes, the punch did break his breastbone.

"Little monk..."

Jiumozhi panicked, and felt that Lord Yama was waving to him.

The crisis of death is already approaching.

He opened his mouth subconsciously, wanting to ask for mercy.

But Xia An wouldn't give him this chance. When he came back, he saw Wu Qing's pale face, which made him feel angry.

This anger will naturally be vented on Jiumozhi.

If you dare to be ruthless, you will have to pay the price.

And this price is Jiumozhi's life.

boom!

If Ben Lei explodes, the third punch will come again.

Jiumozhi knew very well that if this punch landed, he would not die, but he would have to linger on his last breath.

Immediately mobilized all of his internal strength, desperately plundered towards the side.

But even so, he was still desperate to find that Xia An seemed to know in advance which way he would flee, and the fist that represented death was already waiting for him in front of him.

This punch landed on Jiumozhi's head.

The turbulent and tyrannical internal force surged out from between the arms, and the mighty punch was poured into Jiumozhi's head.

After practicing the Nine Yin Manual, Xia An's inner strength is so surging. If he was hit on the temple by such a blow, even the great master would be killed, let alone Jiumozhi.

After a short period of sluggishness, Jiumozhi's eyes dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

until it is completely annihilated.

This mighty Tubo national teacher just died under Xia An's fist.

"call."

Xia An retracted his fist and let out a breath of foul air.

This kind of close combat, although not as chic as killing with a sword, is more hearty.

It's a pity that Jiumozhi didn't last long...

Chapter 114 Surprised Zhu Houzhao

"Jumozhi is dead?"

The crowd of onlookers suddenly fell silent.

He looked at the scene in front of him in shock.

Although everyone was angry at seeing Jiumozhi being so rampant before, but in fact, in their hearts, they all recognized his strength.

Without strength, it is impossible to pick one hundred and thirty-two masters in two days without losing a game.

Among them were even two master masters who came out of nowhere.

Enough to show its strength.

At the very least, it is difficult for an ordinary grandmaster to rival Jiumozhi.

I didn't expect that once Xia An made a move, it only took a dozen or so rounds to beat him to death~.

What kind of freak is this?

"Xia Catching God is really hiding something. It seems that when he robbed the magic field, he didn't use his full strength-right?"

"It should be. Jiumozhi's strength is higher than that of Cao Zhengchun and others. Even if he looks at the world's masters, he can still be ranked first."

A folk warrior who had fought against Jiumozhi guessed.

Laymen watch the excitement, while experts watch the doorway.

Compared to those ordinary people who are responsible for cursing Jiumozhi, they are more aware of how shocking what happened just now is.

Jiumozhi in the later stage of the master was killed with three punches.

I don't know what kind of surge this kind of internal force should be. In the entire capital, it is estimated that there are not many people who can survive a move under the hands of this young man in white.

"What kind of catcher is this... It's almost like a warrior."

A dark man in sackcloth who had practiced martial arts for many years was filled with emotion.

"It's just a pity that such a person is indeed in the court."

A person next to him said regretfully.

"That's not necessarily the case."

The swarthy man smiled and said, "We Jianghu people always pretend to be affectionate and righteous, but how many of us can really make contributions to the country and the people?"

"In contrast, what Xia An did should make me ashamed."

"It's just a duty." The man disagreed, "Maybe his thoughts are not so noble."

"Regardless of deeds, no matter what, at least now, he is worthy of my admiration."

The dark man put on the bamboo hat, stopped arguing, and left the crowd silently.

the other side.

Xia An ignored the surrounding discussions, walked up to Jiumozhi, and began to touch the corpse.

"Obtain the artistic conception of the master."

"Gain ten years of internal strength."

"Obtain a small formless skill."

"Get the flower finger."

"Obtain Doroye Fingers."