Beiyin Great Sage

Three steps!

The old horse is racing!

Zhou Jia, covered in blood, held a shield in one hand, slightly arched his body, and charged towards Deacon Lu.

Now that we have taken action, we will naturally not let anyone go!

The power of the sixth grade surged in his body, causing him to run like a tiger. Before he could reach him, the ax blade with a cold light had already slashed down hard with a dull thunder.

Although the Raging Thunder Ax is of high grade, it does not have so many fancy ax techniques, only simple chopping, reverse slashing, sweeping and other concise moves.

What matters is what's on the inside.

The cooperation of source power and body, the realization of the powerful concussive power of thunder.

The ax blade fell with great force, weight, and fierceness, just like the meaning of wrathful thunder, and made Deacon Lu's face harden as his eyes widened.

No wonder he has some ability to dare to take action against himself.

Facing the incoming ax blade, he stepped back and raised his hands in front of him. This simple movement had the meaning of Yuan Ting Yue Zhi.

Compared to Zhou Jia's ferocity, he was more calm.

"Uh-huh!"

The hands in the long sleeves shot out with lightning, like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole. The angle was tricky yet majestic, and the ax blade struck from the side.

"Ding……"

It was obviously a pair of fleshy palms, but when it collided with the ax blade, it actually made the sound of gold and iron clashing.

Zhou Jia even felt his palm go numb. If he hadn't taken advantage of the heavy weapon, he might have flown out of his hand. Even so, the ax was bounced away by Lao Gao.

The middle door is wide open!

Deacon Lu's expression did not change, he took the opportunity to rush forward, made a spear with one hand and thrust it forward suddenly, the howling wind even made a shrill scream.

Point gun.

Pointing directly at Zhou Jia's heart.

In this world, no one who can survive and stand on top is a good person.

Martial arts.

It's something they rely on for survival, engraved into their bones.

Even the little-known Deacon Lu is a seventh-level master who has experienced many battles. He has strong skills and can withstand attacks from swords, spears and axes.

This time, with one shot of the gun, the murderous intent was fully demonstrated.

"Boom!"

A shield suddenly appeared, blocking the attack.

Deacon Lu raised his eyebrows, staggered his steps, and suddenly appeared on Zhou Jia's side, his fingers bent into claws and clawing hard at his waist.

His movements are fast, his movements are strange, his claws are silent, and he is extremely vicious.

Judging from the sixth level, it should not be able to intercept it.

But...

"Boom!"

Zhou Jia shrank and stepped sideways. He could see no one, but the shield appeared in front of his fingers like a prophet.

"Huh?"

This time, Deacon Lu couldn't help but express surprise and doubt.

In fact, he had just thought in his mind that he would cooperate with Zhou Jia to bring down Wei Zhixing together. After that, the mine could still be left to him.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have spoken in the first place.

But at this moment, the murderous intention in his heart suddenly increased.

A newcomer who came to this world not long ago has such strength. With time, how can he still do it?

kill!

Leave no consequences!

As his thoughts turned, his body shape changed accordingly, like a spinning top, launching a fierce attack on Zhou Jia from all directions.

With the help of footwork, his offensive moves are erratic, sometimes left and right, sometimes forward and sometimes backward, sometimes fierce, sometimes feminine, and so on.

The extreme speed even caused a whirlwind to blow across the area several feet away. The night was already dark, and the wind and dust made it difficult to see clearly.

Zhou Jia seemed unknown, and the shield was like an extension of his body...

No!

More flexible than arms.

The shield circled around and seemed to be closed. No matter how fast Deacon Lu's attack was, it was still able to stop him without fail.

Shield against perfection (987/1000)

The shield, which was approaching the limit of perfection, seemed to be spiritual in his hands, chasing the changes in the strong wind around him, perfectly intercepting and leveraging its strength.

From a distance, it was like an invisible barrier wrapping him tightly.

No matter how fast the attack was, it could not break through.

"good!"

Unable to attack urgently, Deacon Lu’s face darkened:

"I underestimated you."

As he spoke, he paused, made a fist with one hand and slammed it forward.

The opponent's shield skills are exquisite, and it is unlikely that he can break through the interception with martial arts, but he is a seventh-grade man, so he can crush him with his strength.

Since you can't win with moves, then use your realm to overwhelm others.

"Boom!"

Sure enough, facing the huge power of the seventh level, even though Zhou Jia's shield technique was wonderful, he still couldn't help but groaned and staggered back two steps.

"Uh-huh!"

Deacon Lu was unyielding when he gained the upper hand, and his body was as fast as an arrow.

He simply took a step forward and punched, but within a few feet, he was in the lead, invincible, and stabbed fiercely with his hand as a spear.

Behind the shield, Zhou Jia narrowed his eyes and his body shook slightly.

A terrifying force burst out from his muscles.

Violence!

The arm shook, and the shield no longer blocked, but crashed forward.

Shield Bash!

"Peng!"

The fists and shields intersected, the sound soared into the sky, and the air waves swept in all directions.

At the same time, everyone makes judgments.

"Crack!"

Deacon Lu bent his arms and his expression changed. Before he could react, a flash of ax light came into view, and the next moment his head suddenly flew up.

Fighting is so direct.

The winner lives, the loser dies, there is not so much nonsense, all the energy is used in this moment.

Zhou Jia held an ax and shield in his hand, his whole body was filled with heat and his wrists were trembling.

"call……"

After a long time, he took a long breath and put away his shield and ax to clean the battlefield.

…………

"A seventh-grade master's strength alone is far inferior to his own ability to inspire violence."

Inside the house, Zhou Jia took off his shirt, took out the ointment he bought from the inner city and applied it on his body to relieve the pain in his muscles.

"But the seventh-grade master's physical body and source power are combined, and the explosive power is equally amazing. Although he is violent, he cannot use it in conjunction with the source power."

"Victory lies in strength, defeat lies in dexterity."

"hiss……"

He accidentally pulled the injured muscle, and he couldn't help but gasp, with a ferocious expression.

"Deacon Lu is not well-known among the seventh-grade masters. It would be so difficult to capture him. You can imagine other famous seventh-grade masters."

"but……"

Thinking of this, Zhou Jia smiled:

"At least it has been proven that my current strength is comparable to that of the seventh grade."

And this time was different from previous fights. Except for the final explosion, he did not rely on violence, but actual competition skills.

It is clear.

With his martial arts skills alone, he is already as good as someone like Deacon Lu who has been immersed in martial arts for decades.

"And weapons."

Looking down at the ax beside him, Zhou Jia was secretly thankful.

Fortunately, the ax was reforged with fragments of the giant sword. Otherwise, with its original sharpness, it might not have been possible to kill Deacon Lu with one blow.

The opponent's hard work was extremely impressive. His fingers collided with the ax blade, almost leaving fingerprints on the ax blade.

Very exaggerated!

However, although hard skills and light skills are good, they are not within the scope of Zhang Wen's blessing. Even if he wants to practice, his progress is slow.

…………

In the next few days, Zhou Jia was as careful as ever.

Fortunately, Deacon Lu's disappearance seemed to be blamed on the baronial forces outside the castle, but no one came to ask specifically.

No one would doubt that an unknown fifth-grade man could kill a seventh-grade master.

However, Wei Zhixing was very happy. After confirming that Deacon Lu was completely missing, he called Zhou Jia and arranged for him to go to the inner city to see the world.

And Zhou Jia also happened to have a trip to the inner city.