At this moment, Zhao Zhijing had a thought in his mind, that Yang Guoshen had extremely profound martial arts.
It was precisely because Yang Guo had deep internal strength that he was able to reflect his palm force and break his wrist.
However, just as this thought appeared, it was dispelled by Zhao Zhijing. Yang Guo was only twelve or thirteen years old. Even if he cultivated in his mother's womb, it was impossible for his martial arts to be higher than Zhao Zhijing's.
Although Zhao Zhijing could not compare to a super first-rate martial artist like Guo Jing, he was still a third-rate martial artist.
Zhao Zhijing looked at Yang Guo coldly and said.
"Yang Guo, although I don't know what kind of ruthless method you used to break my wrist, I don't know how you did it. But let me tell you, in the face of absolute strength, all schemes are futile.”
After saying that, Zhao Zhijing clenched his teeth and sealed the major acupuncture point on his broken wrist, temporarily suppressing his injury.
Then, he raised his sword with his other hand and circulated his internal strength. His feet suddenly stomped on the ground, and his body shot towards Yang Guo's throat like a sharp sword.
When Yang Guo heard Zhao Zhijing's words, he saw Zhao Zhijing holding a sword that emitted a cold light and stabbing it at his throat.
Immediately, a cold light appeared in her bright eyes as she thought to herself.
Zhao Zhijing, this sword of yours clearly wants my life. Since that's the case, don't blame me for being ruthless.
With this thought in mind, Yang Guo gathered the pure internal strength in his body and moved to the side, easily dodging Zhao Zhijing's sharp sword.
While dodging Zhao Zhijing's sharp sword, Yang Guo poured his internal strength into his right foot. He suddenly raised his right foot and kicked at Zhao Zhijing's lower abdomen with lightning speed.
Zhao Zhijing sensitively felt a sharp gust of wind coming towards him, and his heart suddenly became alert. He immediately raised his internal energy and tried to dodge Yang Guo's fierce kick.
However, it was already too late because Yang Guo's speed was too fast.
In an instant, Yang Guo kicked Zhao Zhijing's lower abdomen. A powerful internal force spewed out. Zhao Zhijing felt as if he had been hit by a high-speed truck, and his internal organs almost shifted.
Zhao Zhijing spat out a mouthful of blood. His body was like a kite with a broken string. He flew back for more than ten meters before falling to the ground with a bang.
When the Quan Zhen Sect's disciples saw this scene, they gasped and opened their mouths wide. It was as if an egg could be stuffed into their mouths.
How was this possible? How could Senior Brother Zhijing be kicked to the ground by Yang Guo?
Yang Guo retracted his foot and walked to Zhao Zhijing's side. He stretched out his right hand and grabbed Zhao Zhijing's hair as he said disdainfully.
"Zhao Zhijing, with that little ability of yours, you still have the nerve to say that you have absolute strength? Why are you so shameless?”
At this moment, Zhao Zhijing's Taoist robe had turned into a beggar's robe, and his face was extremely pale. He no longer had the imposing appearance from before. He was in a f * cking sorry state.
Zhao Zhijing said weakly after hearing Yang Guo's words.
"Yang Guo, you little bastard, I won't let you off.”
Although Zhao Zhijing's voice was very weak, it was filled with hatred.
Hearing Zhao Zhijing's words, Yang Guo couldn't help but be happy and said to Zhao Zhijing.
"Zhao Zhijing, you really are a talent. Even at this stage, you still dare to threaten me. I really admire your courage. Not bad, not bad!"
Yang Guo grabbed Zhao Zhijing's hair with one hand and tightened his grip with the other. He began to slap Zhao Zhijing.
Suddenly, the sound of slapping could be heard.
Within a few seconds, Zhao Zhijing's face was swollen like a pig's head, and several of his teeth had been pulled out by Yang Guo.
The Quan Zhen Sect's disciples who were standing not far away were shocked back to their senses.
"Senior Brother Zhang, do you think we should go and save Senior Brother Zhijing?”
A Quan Zhen Sect Daoist said to a slightly plump Daoist beside him.
When the fat Taoist priest heard this Taoist priest's words, he couldn't help but swallow hard. There was a hint of fear in his eyes as he looked at Yang Guo.
"I think we should quickly report this to the Hierarch.”
When the Taoist priests heard the fat Taoist priest's words, they nodded their heads and turned around in unison, walking towards Quan Zhen Sect.
They were as fast as they could be. Those who didn't know better would definitely think that these Taoist priests from Quan Zhen Sect were being chased.
On the other side, Yang Guo slapped Zhao Zhijing dozens of times before letting go of Zhao Zhijing's hair.
After Zhao Zhijing was released by Yang Guo, his body fell to the ground like a pool of mud.
At this moment, Zhao Zhijing's face was swollen like a pig's head. His head was buzzing and he was seeing stars.
Yang Guo glanced at Zhao Zhijing's companions who were leaving quickly, and a cold light appeared in his bright eyes. Yang Guo didn't even need to think. These Taoist priests must have gone to get reinforcements.
If Guo Jing came, then he couldn't do anything to Zhao Zhijing. He had to speed up.
Thinking of this, Yang Guo looked at Zhao Zhijing with a cold light in his eyes. He raised his internal energy and kicked Zhao Zhijing's dantian.
Just now, Zhao Zhijing wanted Yang Guo's life, so how could Yang Guo let Zhao Zhijing off so easily?
Although Yang Guo had just transmigrated not long ago, he had been following Guo Jing around in the martial arts world for a few days. He knew very well that in the martial arts world where the strong preyed on the weak, being kind to the enemy was being cruel to himself.
In an instant, Yang Guo's right foot kicked Zhao Zhijing's dantian, and a powerful internal force erupted.
In an instant, Zhao Zhijing's martial arts were crippled by Yang Guo's kick.
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