Zhao Jin was getting more and more delighted, but Sikong Xuan was getting more and more shocked. Zhao Jin's spear was shooting everywhere, and he had mastered the essence of guerrilla warfare, causing Sikong Xuan to feel dizzy!
Is this the new footwork you've learned? Why did he look like a veteran who had been immersed in it for several years?
He felt miserable in his heart. He was laughing at the moment of joy just now. If a servant had such internal strength and movement techniques, how bad could the master be?
Fifteen minutes later.
Zhao Jin had basically reached the basics. As the saying goes, truth comes from practice. Zhao Jin thought that this was true. It was much better to train one's footwork with others than to practice it alone. With just a little proficiency, the power of the footwork would increase by several levels. At this moment, Zhao Jin had basically mastered the technique. In a flash, he was like a Ferrari driving at 300 kilometers per hour!
After the dust flew up, only a series of shadows could be seen. The only thing left was Sikong Xuan chasing after him.
The royal guards were all stunned. Others might not know Zhao Jin, but how could they not know him? He had been following Zhao Jin for four to five years, and even one to two years.
When their mouths were slightly opened, a salted duck egg could be stuffed into them!
Was this still the prince he knew? Ever since he left Phoenix Mountain, his tone and behavior had changed. It had only been a short while, but his lightness skills had become so powerful. Was it the Emperor's protection, the Prince's genius, or the so-called 'peerless secret technique'?
Li Zhao was stunned, Blood Sacrifice was dumbfounded, Zuo Zimu was shocked, and Xin Shuangqing gulped!
Oh my god, so Your Highness was pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger. But thinking about it, it made sense. There were countless guards in the palace, as many experts as clouds, and countless ancient books. Wouldn't it be easy for Your Highness to learn any martial arts?
"I say, Commander, His Highness…" Blood Sacrifice let down his guard and gulped.
At this moment, Zhao Jin was completely toying with Sikong Xuan. He was definitely suppressing him. One had to know that it had only been one night! This was heaven-defying. How could they, the internal experts who had cultivated bitterly for more than ten years, endure this? Where would they put their face? He really had the urge to buy a piece of tofu and kill himself.
"Cough cough, don't talk too much. Keep an eye on him. If something happens to his highness, you and I won't be able to bear the consequences!”Li Zhao cleared his throat to hide his absent-mindedness.
"Here!"
Then, with a slight movement of his hand, all the royal guards widened their eyes as they watched Zhao Jin's battle!
It was better to be safe than sorry. Something could happen to Li Zhao, the blood sacrifice, Xin Shuangqing, Zuo Zimu, and everyone else present, but nothing could happen to Zhao Jin! Therefore, even though Zhao Jin was completely suppressing them, they continued to tense up after being slightly stunned.
On Wuliang Mountain, in the dense forest.
A gust of cold wind blew, and the branches swayed slightly, like a forest! The sun shone and gradually rose into the sky. Green leaves sparkled and emitted a flickering light!
The sky was blue and the white clouds were white. The white clouds moved slowly in the blue sky.
The disciple who was injured by the blood sacrifice had already vomited blood and fainted. Only a few disciples were left to watch over him!
Another fifteen minutes passed quietly.
Sikong Xuan's forehead was already covered in cold sweat, his inner qi was already slowly depleting. On the other hand, Zhao Jin was still in high spirits, which made him feel extremely helpless! Looking at Zhao Jin's faint smile, he suddenly had the urge to curse!
No matter how he looked at it, it felt like the other party was deliberately toying with him and treating him as a toy.
In the beginning, he had been guiding himself, deliberately pretending to dodge every time, and then slowly dragging it out, giving him hope and making him secretly happy! Then, he slowly boiled the frog in warm water, causing himself to unknowingly sink into a deep pool. By the time he looked back, his internal strength had already dissipated into the air.
"Young Master Zhao, what kind of skill do you have to keep dodging?" Sikong Xuan finally couldn't hold it in anymore.
If he wanted to lose, he would lose quickly. If he wanted to die quickly, he would die quickly. This dilly-dallying made him very uncomfortable. If he continued to fight, if he continued to fight, his only remaining internal energy would be exhausted. When his internal energy and physical strength were exhausted, a farmer who ploughed the land every day would be able to knock him down!
Zhao Jin did not use any other techniques other than his qinggong. How could he believe that a young man from an aristocratic family with such an elegant and free qinggong would not have any means of attack?
The other party was clearly playing with him!
Zhao Jin landed on the ground slightly, then stood with his hands behind his back. He looked at Sikong Xuan indifferently and said,"What's wrong? The rules of the pugilistic world are that you can't avoid a fight? Is this a new rule?"
With just one sentence, Sikong Xuan was forced into a corner with nowhere to retreat! His expression was a little awkward. It was his ability to dodge. Although it was a little disgraceful to rely on footwork to dodge to consume the opponent's internal strength, no one had ever said that it could not be done.
"Gang Leader Sikong, Young Master Zhao said at the beginning of the competition that he wanted to learn a new movement technique. "Even if Sect Leader Sikong doesn't have a good memory, I believe that the disciples of the Shennong Sect are not deaf," Zuo Zimu couldn't help but taunt.
" I reckon that Sect Master Sikong must have had a headache recently, so he ran out without taking his medicine. He should have forgotten things easily," Xin Shuangqing said without any hesitation as the Sect Master of the West Sect.
"Speaking of which, Junior Sister, I also have a headache."
"Yeah, I'm a little too."
The two leaders of the East Sect and the West Sect of the Infinite Sword School were acting in collusion. They had been fighting for the Infinite Sword Lake Palace, but now they were united in front of a great enemy. It was not that they did not know what to do until the critical moment!
However, wasn't the saying 'running out without taking medicine' the work of some great god in the 21st century? Could it be that it had been popular since the Song Dynasty?
The culture of China was broad and profound. Even Zhao Jin could not help but admire the person who created the characters.
What a beautiful word
No one knew if Sikong Xuan was under the pressure of the Life-Death Notes and the imminent defeat, or if the other party's ridicule had made him feel ashamed. In short, he was angry out of humiliation. Once this person became angry out of humiliation, coupled with his attachment and greed for life, he couldn't help but do some impulsive things!
In short, at this point, he could not wait any longer! He couldn't afford to play anymore! He turned hostile like flipping a book!
"Disciples of the Shennong Gang, listen up! Kill every single one of them!" Sikong Xuan gritted his teeth. The agreement to fight had never been something that people like them could not break until death. It was just like the so-called allied countries. They had already reached the cliff. When the face of benefits had been torn apart, who would care about what agreement you had?
The sound of porcelain bottles shattering could be heard in an instant. In an instant, the entire space was filled with a faint fragrance
The imperial guards were indeed experts. Their protective measures were definitely top-notch. When they heard that the jar had fallen, they subconsciously held their breaths. When Sikong Xuan threw the powder at Zhao Jin, Li Zhao had already raised his hand and slashed down. The difference between the two was revealed at this moment. Sikong Xuan's small head spun twice in the air and fell to the ground. He went to see Brother Wuchang!
With their leader killed, the rest of the Shennong Gang's disciples gained the upper hand with the help of the poison gas. However, under the pincer attack of the imperial guards and the Infinite Sword, they quickly fell into a disadvantage…The situation was set!
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