God Emperor

The last punch!

Two faint golden lights appeared in Shui Wenxin's eyes. The black hair on his head moved automatically without wind, and wisps of true energy shuttled between the hair.

Even his skinny body seemed to have grown a bit taller.

If you look carefully, you will find that the skin of Shui Wenxin's arms is covered with a layer of metallic luster, as if they have turned into two metal iron walls.

"Spirit-level low-grade martial arts, Vajra Divine Fist!"

Zhang Ruochen was slightly surprised and recognized the martial arts skills performed by Shui Wenxin.

"Haha! That's right, it's the Diamond God Fist!" Shui Wenxin said with a smile.

Among the spiritual-level martial arts, the Diamond God Fist is a relatively common boxing skill. It is widely spread. The boxing records of the Diamond God Fist can be found in many counties.

Of course, no matter how widespread the Vajra God Fist is, no matter how common it is, it is still a spiritual-level martial skill. Only in major princes, sects, and families can this kind of boxing technique be recorded.

For ordinary warriors, it is extremely difficult to practice the Vajra Divine Fist.

Shui Wenxin only learned one of the eighteen moves of the Vajra God Fist, the Fiery Vajra Fist, by chance.

Executing this punch, Shui Wenxin can explode with the power of seventy-eight oxen. Even the person who is currently number one on the yellow list does not have such a powerful explosive power.

In other words, by using the Vajra Divine Fist, Shui Wenxin has the strength to be number one on the yellow list.

A female Huang Bang martial artist in her thirties said: "Shui Wenxin has actually mastered the Vajra Divine Fist. If he uses this move, I am afraid that even Chang Ji, the number one blacklist on the Huang Bang, will not be his opponent."

Previously, a Huang Bang warrior who was defeated by Zhang Ruochen said: "Shui Wenxin was not much weaker than Hei Changji before she practiced spiritual-level martial arts. Hei Changji could only win slightly by using the low-level spiritual-level Impermanence sword technique. He made a move. Now that Shui Wenxin has practiced the Diamond God Fist and has stronger explosive power, it is no longer difficult to defeat Hei Changji. "

"If Shui Wenxin can defeat the Ninth Prince, after this battle, his ranking on the yellow list will definitely be moved to the number one position."

A slightly younger girl said: "If the Ninth Prince defeats Shui Wenxin, doesn't it mean that the Ninth Prince is number one on the yellow list?"

An elder standing next to her said with a smile: "Shui Wenxin has displayed even spiritual-level martial arts. He must be confident of winning. The Ninth Prince has no chance of winning."

"There is indeed a gap between the Ninth Prince and Shui Wenxin. It seems that there is no need for Ah Le to take action!" Lin Ningshan's face showed a bit of disappointment.

If A Le takes action, Zhang Ruochen will not be defeated as easily.

Instead, die.

For Zhang Ruochen, Lin Nianshan felt an inexplicable hatred in her heart. Especially when she saw Zhang Ruochen's beauty, she felt even more hateful, wishing that Zhang Ruochen would die in front of her immediately.

Even she doesn't understand why she hates Zhang Ruochen so much?

"Fire King Kong!"

Shui Wenxin regained his momentum and punched out with both fists.

The true energy burned and turned into two flaming iron fists, simultaneously exerting the power of seventy-eight cows.

If it were on the battlefield, Shui Wenxin's punch could scare away hundreds of soldiers just by its momentum.

Zhang Ruochen not only refused to retreat, but rushed forward, with the aura on his body like a wild elephant. The strength of the muscles and bones throughout the body is mobilized and transmitted to the arms.

"Man Xiang Chi Di!"

With one palm strike, the power of eighty-eight cows burst out.

The results are clear.

As soon as Shui Wenxin's fist touched Zhang Ruochen's palm, he flew backwards and landed more than ten meters away in an awkward state, barely missing the platform.

On the other hand, Zhang Ruochen was still standing calmly and calmly in the center of the fighting platform, and had slowly retracted his palm.

It's a complete crushing of strength.

Shui Wenxin looked at his fists, then at Zhang Ruochen, and sighed, saying: "The younger generation is to be feared! The younger generation is to be feared! From now on, His Highness the Ninth Prince will be number one on the yellow list. With His Highness the Ninth Prince's talent, he will soon be If you can break through the Xuanji realm, you shouldn’t be surprised if you are number one on the yellow list!”

With a sigh, Shui Wenxin looked quite lonely and walked off the fighting platform, taking the initiative to admit defeat.

Only he himself knows how big the gap is with Zhang Ruochen. If Zhang Ruochen hadn't taken the initiative to withdraw part of his power at the last moment, he would have been seriously injured by that palm just now.

Zhang Ruochen's power is stronger than everyone imagined.

As Shui Wenxin said, Zhang Ruochen was not very interested in being number one on the yellow list. He came mainly for the reward of one million silver coins.

After all, the rankings on the Yellow List only record the warriors of Yunwu County. The pattern is too small and the gold content is too low. If he were ranked first on the Mysterious List, the value of the list would increase to a very high level, and almost all warriors would desperately compete for the ranking on the Mysterious List.

Of course, it can only be said that Zhang Ruochen's vision is too high. If another young warrior can win the first place on the yellow list, he will immediately become a famous figure in the entire county and become the object of worship of countless young girls.

Amid the heated discussion, the fifteen-year-old deadly swordsman A Le finally stepped onto the battlefield and became Zhang Ruochen's ninth opponent.

The warriors watching the battle became even more excited.

You know, in the first ten battles of Ah Le, he killed his opponent instantly with one sword. No one knows how strong he is?

Zhang Ruochen has never been defeated, even Shui Wenxin was defeated by him.

They are all young warriors with outstanding talents. Who will be stronger?

"Now it's interesting! Both of them are young masters of swordsmanship, and they are equally unfathomable. I don't know which one of them will win?"

"It's really hard to say. After all, the deadly swordsman only used one move from beginning to end. Maybe he is stronger than Shui Wenxin?"

At this moment, there were many people placing bets around the betting table.

Zhang Ruochen wins. Bet one and pay three.

Zhang Ruochen, died. Bet one and pay two.

Ah Le, win. Bet one and pay two.

Ah Le, die. Bet ten and lose one.

Tie. Bet one and pay four.

Some people bet on Zhang Ruochen to win, some bet on Ah Le to win, and of course, some people bet on them to tie.

The Ninth Princess had full confidence in Zhang Ruochen and directly bet 10,000 silver coins that Zhang Ruochen would win. Almost all her savings were staked.

On the battlefield.

The two young swordsmen were ten steps apart, staring at each other.

A Le held the iron sword, his eyes unblinking, like a sculpture: "You are indeed very strong!"

Zhang Ruochen said: "At your age, it is amazing that you can practice to the current height. However, your swordsmanship has fatal flaws. If you fight with me, you will have no chance of winning. Instead, you will most likely die from me." Under the sword. I advise you to surrender!"

A Le's swordsmanship was indeed terrifying, and even Zhang Ruochen had to go all out.

Once you go all out, you won't be able to show mercy.

Either Alessandro or he dies.

A Le glanced slightly in the direction of Lin Nianshan, and there was a strange light in his eyes. He looked at Zhang Ruochen again, his eyes became firmer, and said: "Who will die and who will live? Only those who have fought will know."

Zhang Ruochen shook his head gently and said: "You practice the taboo martial art 'Killing Sword Technique'. You are not only killing others, but also killing yourself. Although you can kill Huang Bang warriors with one sword, every time you swing One strike of the sword will cause huge damage to your body."

Forbidden martial arts refer to martial arts that can only be performed after paying a certain price.

For example, killing swordsmanship. Every time he swings a sword, he consumes his own life force.

If A Le used the killing sword technique ten times in a row, he would have already consumed himself to death without the need for anyone else to take action.

Of course, A Le's attainments in swordsmanship are indeed very high, far exceeding those of his peers. As long as he is not facing Huang Bang warrior, he doesn't need to use the killing sword technique at all to kill his opponent with one sword.

It can be called a forbidden martial skill, and its power is naturally quite terrifying. Not ordinary people can successfully practice it.

A Le said calmly: "Since you know that I practice killing swordsmanship, you should understand how powerful the killing swordsmanship is. No one in the same realm can block my sword. Not long ago, a mid-level Xuanji realm The warrior was also killed by my sword."

Zhang Ruochen smiled softly and said: "I said, you have no chance of winning in a fight with me. Because the killing swordsmanship you practiced is incomplete and has fatal flaws. What you got at the beginning was only the killing swordsmanship. The remaining copy?"

A Le looked very calm and unfazed, saying, "You want to break my will in this way?"

Zhang Ruochen shook his head gently, said no more, "Since you still don't admit defeat, let me see how strong your killing swordsmanship is, right?"

In fact, Zhang Ruochen did not hate A Le, but rather admired his attainments in swordsmanship, as if he could see a super swordsman rising.

Zhang Ruochen had never killed anyone, whether in his previous life or in this life, and he really didn't want the first person to die in his hands to be such a young man. Therefore, he gave some more advice.

Facing A Le, Zhang Ruochen also drew the Soul Flashing Sword.

Two sword energies emanated from Zhang Ruochen and A Le at the same time, colliding in the air.

Seeing Zhang Ruochen and A Le facing each other life and death on the battlefield, Lin Ningshan felt very excited.

If Ah Le can kill Zhang Ruochen, it would be the best. If Zhang Ruochen killed A Le, she would also feel an indescribable pleasure in her heart.

A genius swordsman died in the hands of another genius swordsman for her. Shouldn't she be excited?

This feeling is so amazing!

"Kill!"

A Le muttered something softly on his lips, turned into an afterimage, and rushed towards Zhang Ruochen. At the same time, he raised his arm, and the iron sword in his hand thrust out at lightning speed.

Zhang Ruochen followed suit and turned into an afterimage, approaching him.