Chapter 462: With Longquan in Your Mouth, You Can Kill People without Showing Blood!

Zhang Jiuling's magical power [Spark Fire] is almost at the same level as Samadhi True Fire.

The magical battle and coping methods between the two made Zuo Daoqi extremely excited.

How could such a battle not make people yearn for it?

The battle between the two people was restricted by the Tianyuan Platform and could not show the full picture. Otherwise, the effect of the two suns competing for glory would be stronger.

Two suns hang high in the sky, separated above their heads.

Zhang Jiuling still looked calm. He had never been expected, so he had never been disappointed.

Xiong Xi, on the other hand, had a solemn face. When Zhang Jiuling came, he didn't care, but the tenacity he showed had to surprise him.

Such a character should not be nameless.

Although Star Fire and Samadhi True Fire are both fire magic powers, they have completely different attributes.

A spark can start a prairie fire. It contains vitality and seeks to survive in death.

The true fire of Samadhi is the king fire of the heart, also known as the divine fire, and its name is Shang Mei; the kidney is the minister fire, also called the essence fire, and its name is Zhong Mei; the bladder is the sea of ​​qi below the navel, which is the people's fire. Fire, its name is Xia Mei.

The so-called samadhi is to achieve stillness amidst movement and return everything from chaos to a state of concentration.

Of course, the flames of both are quite top-notch fire magic powers, and both have wonderful uses in alchemy and weapon refining.

Two scorching suns rose into the sky, reaching the top of the sky.

Neither Xiong Xi nor Zhang Jiuling seemed to like talking very much.

The two of them were silent, but their fight was no less exciting than the fight between Lu Feng and Wu Guang yesterday.

Zhang Jiuling finally spoke, "The king abandons the setting sun, and the emperor can borrow the long whale!"

Everyone was stunned when Zhang Jiuling recited the poem, as if they had encountered something unbelievable.

Zhang Jiuling is obviously not a Confucian scholar, so why is he writing poetry?

They soon saw it, and saw that Xiong Xi's long setting sun condensed with the true fire of Samadhi was like a candle in the wind at this moment, and seemed to be extinguished at any time.

This is…

Zhang Jiuling solved the key issue between Confucian and Taoist practitioners?

wrong.

Soon, everyone discovered that something was wrong. It was an iron law that the three paths should not be practiced together. Although Zhang Jiuling was beyond everyone's expectations, he still didn't have such ability.

Xiong Xi opened his mouth and revealed everything.

He raised his head slightly, looked at Zhang Jiuling with a solemn gaze, and looked at Zhang Jiuling with a strange calmness.

"Someone told me a long time ago that the so-called Confucianism cultivator is just a word of mouth, a dragon's spring on the tip of the tongue, and murder without blood. Brother Zhang actually also learned the methods of Confucianism and Taoism."

Zhang Jiuling did not answer, but continued to stretch out his hand, "Breathe through hundreds of rivers, Yan Ran can urge you!"

The world seemed to collapse at this moment, and the blazing sun of Xiong Xi's Samadhi also fell forever in an instant!

Above the arena, it was pitch black.

Xiong Xi narrowed his eyes, and then the four objects in the sky continued to rotate. His left hand, which had been slightly open, suddenly clenched into a fist.

Then he punched forward!

At this moment, a layer of golden halo appeared on his fist, as if he were wearing a layer of golden gloves, shining like stars.

Red, blue, green and red, the four colors are mixed.

His immortal-like body seemed to turn into a reckless man at this moment. When he punched out, everything fell, darkness collapsed, unbounded magical powers collapsed, and the sun of sparks turned into dust...

In the next moment, the true fire of Samadhi suddenly burned, boundless, and the entire martial arts performance stage seemed to turn into a sea of ​​fire at this moment.

"Such chaos should be restored to order in the flames."

The magical powers [Reverse Four Symbols] and [Samadhi True Fire] were really used by Xiong Xi to an almost supernatural level.

The fist in his hand seemed to be the only thing in the world at this moment, the sea of ​​fire was cheering him up, and the power of the four opposites was flowing.

A hint of sadness appeared in Xiong Xi's eyes.

With this punch, he will let the world witness his power.

Those countless days and nights of hard work without sleep.

The burden of the Wuyou Sect, Grandpa's expectations, the oppression of the Shangzong...

Everyone has the goal of victory, and they all have the will to live or die.

Regardless of Zhang Jiuling or Xiong Xi.

Zhang Jiuling finally stopped hesitating, and at this moment, he gathered the source of truth.

A vast stream of righteous energy emerged from the clouds, and the purple energy criss-crossed unconsciously.

"I only have one source of truth. If you break it, you win."

This is the first sentence Zhang Jiuling has said since the beginning of the battle that has nothing to do with the battle.

Maybe it's just a reminder, maybe it's a motivation for yourself.

No one had ever expected him, no one had ever thought highly of him.

But it’s always been like this, right?

The moment he evolved the Tao Yun he understood, he felt a sense of heroism in his heart.

"I have great righteousness and I am not afraid of the true fire of Samadhi!"

The mighty righteousness turned into a long dragon in the air. If you look carefully, it actually looks like a dragon in the sky.

Obviously, under the dragon, Zhang Jiuling's magical powers have been strengthened!

Magical power [Longquan at the tip of the tongue]!

This is a magical power that is more like that of a Confucian scholar. It is not a top-grade magical power. The reason is that this magical power only appeared once. Sixteen hundred years ago, the great scholar Chu Huangzhen abandoned Confucianism and entered Taoism. He achieved this magical power. It was just that Chu Huang Zhen was betrayed by the scholars all over the world and abandoned this magical power like a shoestring, and did not develop it too much.

But in his hands, he already has power that exceeds the power of top-grade magical powers.

Zhang Jiuling was the second person to realize this magical power in more than a thousand years. As a monk, he realized the great righteousness of Confucianism and walked into the long river of greatness, like a stuck bug.

After he opened his mouth, the boundless Samadhi True Fire on the arena seemed like nothing in Zhang Jiuling's eyes, and he walked on it as if walking on flat ground.

Xiong Xi punched out, and the golden halo combined with the power of the four images showed a destructive aura.

Zhang Jiuling sang again.

"I have great righteousness and I am not afraid of the four phenomena!"

He punched out and collapsed when encountering the mighty dragon.

Xiong Xi remained silent, but the aura of collapse slowly appeared around him. Whirlpools emerged from the void like spirals, constantly rolling the surrounding air, crushing, crushing, and destroying everything around him!

Magical power [destruction]!

This magical power is not the ultimate, but Xiong Xi has understood the source of the source - the way to the source of great destruction.

This Dao belongs to the upper level among the Dao River.

The punch had no effect, Xiong Xi continued to move forward, and punched again while raising his hand.

Zhang Jiuling squinted his eyes and looked at the reckless man opposite him who looked like an immortal, but the expression on his face remained unchanged.

"I have great righteousness and I am not afraid of destruction!"

The dragon of Haoran's righteousness kept hovering in the air, but under Xiong Xi's punch after punch attack, the color of the purple dragon where Haoran's righteousness condensed became darker.

Fighting requires courage and wisdom.

Zhang Jiuling felt helpless, looking at Xiong Xi who was still punching like a dragon with an unchanged expression. He knew that his defeat would be a matter of time.

He is not Lu Feng, he does not have Lu Feng's all-or-nothing arrogance, nor does he have his all-or-nothing methods.

He cannot destroy his own awe-inspiring righteousness, nor can he destroy his own way.

Who would have expected that Xiong Xi, who is as handsome as an immortal, is actually a reckless man who has understood the source of great destruction.

But he was unwilling to let him sit still and wait for death.

Although he is not proud and seldom cares about victory or defeat, at least he has something to prove to the world.

The Zhang family has always been in the upper echelon of the scholarly community. Before Zhang Julu, there was Zhang Zaizhi, and after Zhang Julu, there was Zhang Jiuling.

After Xiong Xi punched him again, Zhang Jiuling was speechless.

Then he saw Zhang Jiuling's childlike figure flying backwards.

He was punched away by Xiong Xi.

Some people in the audience stood up and looked at Zhang Jiuling in surprise.

Why didn't Zhang Jiuling block this last punch?

After flying upside down and falling rapidly, Xiong Xi raised his eyes, showing a slightly surprised look for the first time.

I saw the 'childish child' floating like tattered willow catkins and suddenly disappeared.

At the same time, Zhang Jiuling's weak voice came to his ears.

"I have great righteousness, and I can turn Longquan into a life-or-death blow!"

I saw Zhang Jiuling's figure in the air, and suddenly he sucked the purple awe-inspiring righteous dragon into his left hand like a whale, and turned it into a sword with cold light. The sword was three feet long, black in color, with dragon patterns on it, and the sound of the sword was like Dragon roars.

The sword came out and stabbed Xiong Xi's throat.

Xiong Xi reacted, but he couldn't stop it!

Zuo Daoqi stood up suddenly, with curiosity and surprise in his eyes.

Xiong Xi...is he going to be defeated?

Was he defeated by Zhang Jiuling?

Could this man who was as handsome as himself really be defeated so easily?

Su Yuchan's voice was also filled with surprise.

"Sir, Xiong Xi seems to be losing."

While almost everyone was surprised by Zhang Jiuling's desperate blow, the scene on the stage shocked everyone.

Only Zuo Daoqi looked at the many real people on the stage. In the corner, there was an old man with silver hair, who was tall and powerful.

Xiong Xi's grandfather, Xiong Fu.

Xiong Fu didn't seem to be affected by the incident on stage at all, his face was calm and calm.

He never believed that Xiong Xi would lose in the first round.

Zuo Daoqi recognized this person, so he focused his attention on the stage again, somewhat curious about how Xiong Xi would make a comeback.

On the stage, things had already changed.

Zhang Jiuling held the mighty dragon spring in his hand and recited the last sentence.

"Yanliang changed several times, and the Nine Earths collapsed!"

Xiong Xi suddenly moved, and his speed suddenly jumped into the air in an extremely awkward way in the eyes of the world.

The source of the Tao - the way of speed and slowness, is understood from the supernatural power [Superior Speed].

Despite this, it seemed a little late for Xiong Xi to show his trump card, and he was still stabbed by Long Quan.

Ding~

The crisp sound of intertwining gold and iron was so crisp and obvious on the Tianyuan Stage where everyone was watching, when almost everyone held their breath.

Third-grade physical body!

Xiong Fu stroked his beard and said, "Xi'er has a chance. By chance, her body can go further than climbing the stairs."

So some people looked worried.

"Since you are a third-grade person, how do you participate in the battle to climb the stairs?"

Xiong Fu quickly explained, "It's just that the physical body is close to the third level, but the soul is not as good as the Yin Shen, so it is not considered the third level."

His status here is not high, after all, there is only the Wuyou Sect behind him.

He turned his attention to the strong man in the previous path for help.

But before the powerful man from the previous group could speak, he suddenly heard the Zhengming Emperor Ji Lingjun, who was sitting at the top, speak softly.

"Although I am not familiar with cultivation, the third level is the third level of the divine soul. Since Xiong Xi's divine soul is not in the third level, it is not a violation."

The emperor's rescue made Xiong Fu look embarrassed. His sect was the previous one.

Fortunately, the Shang Dao had always been on good terms with the imperial court, and there were a large number of Shang Dao disciples in the Demon Slayer Mansion. They were not dissatisfied with this. Seeing that the strong men of the Shang Sect had no objection to the emperor speaking for him, Xiong Fu gave up.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

After Xiong Xi showed his almost invincible physical body, the battle on the stage was basically over.

Zhang Jiuling's Longquan Sword fell on Xiong Xi's throat. Because of his avoidance and his strong body, it only left a faint white mark...

A wry smile appeared on the old face.

"I lost."

Zhang Jiuling said softly.

Xiong Xi took a step back, clasping his hands into fists and saying nothing.

Zhang Jiuling was the same, also clasping his fists and bending over.

From yesterday to today, the post-war scenes between the two were actually the most harmonious.

Both Zhang Jiuling and Xiong Xi actually have very good senses about each other.

At least there was no hypocrisy or sarcasm, just a sense of indifference that comes from meeting friends by chance.

It's like an old friend I haven't seen for many years.

Zhang Jiuling seemed to feel very good about this kind of interaction.

A smile appeared on his old face, "You are really strong. Maybe there is only that person in the court who can fight with you."

Xiong Xi's expressionless face also showed a smile at this moment, "I am also looking forward to the battle with Lord Zuo."

Afterwards, the two of them stopped talking and felt a sense of sympathy for each other.

Maybe it was the respect for the two of them, or maybe it was Jiu Yanhou's guilt towards Zhang Jiuling. After all, he was the one who brought Xiong Xi and Zhang Jiuling together. Although everything was destiny, he never touched them.

So it wasn't until the two of them finished talking that Jiuyan Hou fell from the sky and spoke loudly.

"Xiong Xi of the Wuyou Sect, wins!"

Since the beginning of the Tianyuan Festival, there have been three games without any upsets. The three people who were favored at the beginning have steadily defeated their opponents.

Perhaps this is the cruelty of the Tianyuan Festival. To some extent, reputation represents combat power.

Of course, at such a grand event, some people would naturally set up gambling games in private, and the court turned a blind eye to this. After all, behind those gambling games, there were usually real people or even Yangshen.

Zuo Daoqi's eyes were dull. During the conversation between Zhang Jiuling and Xiong Xi, he and Xiong Xi's eyes met for a moment. Both of them were very dull.

Maybe it was because they were both handsome, and both of them felt that the other was not pleasing to the eye, but it was a pity that they did not meet in the second round.

There is another battle in the second martial arts stage today, between Yin Zhentang of Hanyumen and Ban Fangdao of Sifang Guild Hall. He is not the weak one among the twenty-eight people, but he is not particularly strong either.

Of course, in comparison, many people are more optimistic about Ban Fangdao. After all, this person's father is the owner of the Sifang Guild Hall and the cultivator of Yang Shen Zhenjun.

Although I don’t want to say that the Tianyuan Festival is a battle for fathers, the confrontation between the elders will inevitably affect the status of both parties in the eyes of the world to a certain extent.

Xu Ning weighed the wine in the pot, and it made a rushing sound like a big river.

She took a comfortable sip and said, "It's good to place a bet on the little bear. I won a lot today."

"Xiao Er, who do you think can win this match?"

There were no upsets in a row. Yan Chixia looked like a good fortune teller and said confidently, "It should be Ban Fang Dao. After all, the Four Symbols of God's Will in the Sifang Guild Hall are famous all over the world."

Xu Ning nodded, "I think so too, but I don't want to bet on this."

"Gambling is not a good thing. Senior sister did a good job."

"But I want to try my luck and give me your storage ring."

Yan Chixia was slightly startled, "What is Senior Sister going to do?"

"I'll help you place your bet." Xu Ning said naturally.

"I... didn't want to gamble."

Xu Ning ignored it and placed the storage ring directly on the gambling table nearby. This was a big customer.

The croupier smiled happily.

Yan Chixia was about to cry but looked at Ban Fangdao with expectant eyes, "Uncle Ban, you must win."

"Sister, you will be on stage tomorrow. It's a pity that Miao Zhengdao is not famous, otherwise, the world will know your methods."

Xu Ning nodded in agreement, "Indeed, compared to Miao Zhengdao, I still want to fight Wu Guang, otherwise, a battle of this level would be really boring."

"It would be equally interesting to meet Zuo Daoqi and Xiong Xi."

Xu Ning glared at him, "How can it be the same? Wu Guang is so ugly, he looks like a toad."

Yan Chixia secretly glanced at Xu Ning and thought to herself, a good girl, regardless of background, cultivation, or even talent, if she dresses up, she can probably compete with Feng Lanyu, the most beautiful woman in Xijing. Unfortunately, Has a mouth.

…

Zuo Daoqi sat quietly on the stage and watched the battle between Yin Zhentang and Ban Fangdao quietly.

The battle between Zhang Jiuling and Xiong Xi was like a gentleman's argument, but it turned out to be just a flash in the pan. In the next scene, the bloody battle between Yin Zhentang and Ban Fangdao was so intense that it was moving.

Yin Zhentang won miserably, one of his eyeballs was exploded, and his right hand was caught in the light of annihilation. Without the treasures of heaven and earth, there was no chance to recover.

After all, only Yang Shen can do this method of regenerating severed limbs.

Although Ban Fangdao lost, his injury was not as serious as Yin Zhentang's, but it hurt his heart and it was not easy to recover.

Fortunately, the imperial court had made plans before the grand event began for the geniuses to be injured. It would be difficult for Yin Zhentang to recover, but Ban Fangdao's injury could be recovered.

Unfortunately, Yin Zhentang won this battle.

Therefore, in the second martial arts stage of the second round, the one-eyed and one-armed Yin Zhentang will fight against the intact Xiong Xi.

Xiong Xi has almost locked in a promotion spot.

It was only one battle, but he won two rounds.

Today's Xiong Xi is the real winner.

At least that's how it seems to many people.

This battle was also the first upset in the Tianyuan event, and Yin Zhentang, who was not optimistic, advanced to the next round with his head held high.

Zuo Daoqi admired Yin Zhentang. His persistence at the last moment was touching. Although such tenacity and quality can be seen at almost every stop since the beginning of the Tianyuan Festival, such quality, no matter how many times he sees it, will always leave him with a feeling of admiration. The level of shock is the same.

Changyi seemed to be frightened by this battle, "Zuo Qing, if you really can't beat Wu Guang in the next round, you have to admit defeat!"

Zuo Daoqi was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

He is not Yin Zhentang. He has the supernatural power of endless life. Now, with the help of the pressure of the source of death, it is only a matter of time before he realizes the source of birth. The source of life exists. Injuries such as broken arms are serious but not the same as his. As for too much damage.

What's more, he still has some merits...

"It doesn't matter. I'll be fine. I don't want to lose face. If I really can't beat you, I'll just admit defeat."

Changyi thought about Zuo Daoqi's indecency and caution when he was in the palace, and nodded with satisfaction, but then felt that his behavior just now was too worrying for this bitch.

He raised his head and said extremely arrogantly, "It's up to you. I won't marry a disabled person anyway."

…

And the other side.

Yan Chixia had a resentful look on his face. As the crowd dispersed, his eyes kept looking at the strong-looking senior sister in front of him.

Xu Ning was meticulous, with the wine bottle neatly placed on her waist. She looked serious, and the demeanor of the previous senior sister was vividly displayed as she walked.

"Boy, it's you who said Ban Fangdao could win. I'm just running an errand for you. Do you still want to rely on me?"