Martial Cultivator

God is very quiet tonight. ♦♦🆂🅷🆄🆇.🅲♦🅼

The big shots hiding in the dark remained silent. After knowing that no news would come out of the imperial city, those walking in the night also stopped and stopped doing futile things.

The emperor looked at the thunder outside Zhengyang Palace in front of a certain palace, thinking about the declaration of a certain young man before, and laughed.

He didn't speak, just stood here and watched silently, as if he was watching the world.

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The dark sword light cut through the lightning, and a shirtless young man with disheveled hair rushed out of the thunder pool!

He Yi raised his hand, and a purple thunder that had been prepared for a long time flew out from his palm. He had prepared this purple thunder for a long time, and it was originally prepared to deal with Chen Chao rushing out of the thunder pool.

Chen Chao frowned slightly and did not dodge. He just tightened the handle of the knife and slashed at the purple thunder that contained great terror!

He Yi frowned slightly. When Chen Chao used his sword to cut off those flying swords, he felt a little strange. Although those flying swords were not made from the Sword Qi Mountain, they were still tough. Ordinary weapons were similar to flying swords. The collision might have opened a gap, but the broken black knife in Chen Chao's hand was made of who knows what material. It was extremely tough and was not affected by anything.

At this moment, the broken knife was slashing at the purple thunder. If it were an ordinary weapon, it would definitely be shattered by the purple thunder. But with Chen Chao's slash, the purple thunder was cut open, and the arc of electricity scattered all over the ground!

On the blade of the pitch-black broken knife, the remaining electric arc dissipated instantly.

Chen Chao jumped down in the air and slashed at He Yi!

Chen Chao didn't know the origin of the broken knife in his hand, but after several years of companionship, this broken knife had already proven how sharp and tough it was.

In fact, the more this happened, the more Chen Chao didn't understand. If it was so tough and sharp, how could this broken knife be broken?

There was no time to think about so many other things at this moment, Chen Chao had already swung his sword heavily.

He Yi looked at the dark sword light, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes, and then he drifted back.

The knife fell heavily, just in front of his toes, and then a crack appeared on the ground, spreading towards the front, and a square was torn apart in an instant!

He Yi was always in front of that crack.

But he still didn't dare to take it lightly, because at this moment, the shirtless young man was still facing him.

Run after him.

He Yi frowned, the sleeves of his Taoist robe fluttered, and several white threads poured out from the sleeves, heading towards Chen Chao.

Those bright white lines are extremely dazzling, and they also carry an extremely powerful aura.

That was another Taoist technique that He Yi was good at. Although it had never been revealed in front of others, he had already mastered this Taoist technique to perfection after years of study.

The white thread lingered around, gradually forming a cage around Chen Chao.

This is the spiritual prison.

It is an extremely mysterious Taoist secret technique.

After the spiritual prison fell, Chen Chao stopped.

He glanced at He Yi outside the cage, and without hesitation, he also swung the knife.

The blade of the broken knife fell on those white lines that became as hard as a sword, and a huge sound burst out.

After a loud bang, a shattering sound followed. The newly completed spiritual prison was completely shattered, and the white lines dissipated instantly, as if they had never appeared.

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of He Yi's mouth and dripped slowly.

He wiped it with his hand and waved.

Following his movement, different mysterious auras emerged from his body at this moment.

No one knows how many Taoist techniques He Yi knows, but the ones he has shown now are far from all.

The monks outside Fang were very silent. They came from different sects and practiced their own Taoist methods every day. However, none of them knew so many Taoist methods at the same time as He Yi in front of him, and they had already studied each one. Extremely subtle.

Is this the extraordinary quality of the geniuses on the Qianlong List?

People thought silently.

Chen Chao didn't know what other methods He Yi had, and he didn't care. When the strong wind started, Chen Chao's figure had disappeared from everyone's sight.

He Yi saw an afterimage in the square, and then frowned.

But before he could react, the afterimage suddenly disappeared. He suddenly became alert and turned around suddenly.

No one behind him.

how come?

He Yi's expression changed drastically.

Turn around again.

Before he could react, a fist fell on his chest.

It was a heavy punch, one that the young man punched with all his strength.

People could clearly see that the veins on the young man's arms were now exposed, and that punch had absolutely no force left behind.

He Yi's chest suddenly sunk. His body was already weak and naturally inferior to Chen Chao. Now that Chen Chao was approaching, he had no ability to resist.

But Chen Chao quickly retracted his hand.

He Yi's body turned into light particles and scattered, regrouping not far away.

His face became paler, but he still distanced himself again.

Chen Chao sighed with emotion, "You monks are really annoying."

This was not the first time he had fought against a monk, but the He Yi in front of him was a real troublesome figure.

Wu Fu's methods were too simple, and he was very passive when facing monks with so many Taoist methods at his side.

He Yi glanced at his chest, and there was already a wound there, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

He resorts to many tricks, but at this moment, he is still at a disadvantage. In fact, he should have surrendered a long time ago, but as He Yi said, he represents the sect tonight, and the sect's face is extremely important. He cannot admit defeat, let alone lose. .

So he began to take the initiative and run a Tao method again.

Between heaven and earth, the qi machine is vast and slowly gathers, like flowing water.

Chen Chao's naked upper body suddenly began to slowly overflow with blood in many places. Those wounds were so tiny that it was impossible to see with the naked eye, and it was impossible to say when exactly they were suffered. But at this moment, as the two of them fought, their energy gradually increased. As time went by, blood flowed out from those minor wounds.

In just a moment, his upper body was already red.

The blood flowed down his flat belly, and then slowly dripped to the ground. In just a moment, a pool of blood gathered.

Although He Yi's face was very ugly, Chen Chaocai seemed to be the more seriously injured one at this moment.

Chen Chao glanced down and didn't care too much about such things.

There was no comparison between what he was experiencing before him and what he had experienced before.

He picked up the broken knife and wiped it on himself casually. The blade was stained with blood. A dark knife, at this moment

Suddenly it seemed to be different, as if it was dyed with a layer of sunset.

The two looked at each other quietly again.

Same thing as done before.

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When He Yi was spinning his Taoist magic, Chen Chao also moved.

He seemed to have been seriously injured, but in fact those injuries could only be regarded as flesh wounds. They did not hurt his muscles and bones at all, nor did they cause him any difficulty in moving.

This kind of injury that looks serious but is actually not serious is enough to confuse many people.

Everyone in the field had a common thought at this moment, that is, the winner of this competition was about to be decided.

This fight between these two people will definitely be the last one.

But in the end, will Chen Chao win, or will He Yi still have a way to turn the tide?

No one knows the result, everyone is looking forward to the result.

Xie Nandu suddenly shook his head, then turned and walked towards the palace maid not far away.

Seeing her actions, people were stunned, wondering what this Xie girl was going to do.

The second prince was also a little surprised.

Li Heng looked at the girl with great interest, thinking that the girl was somewhat similar to the Queen when she was young.

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The two of them had separated again in the square, and the shirtless boy slowly put the broken knife into its sheath.

He Yi looked at his Taoist robe silently.

The Taoist robe, which had taken countless craftsmen's efforts, now had a gap on its chest.

It was cut open with a knife.

That knife, or that person if you will.

It wasn't his Taoist robe that was torn open, but his body.

He didn't die here just because he couldn't die here.

He Yi was silent for a long time, and everyone could see the pain in his eyes.

This was his first real fight with someone, and the result was a disastrous defeat.

The result is bitter and hard to accept.

But I have to accept it.

He Yi closed his eyes in pain.

"I lost."