Kyushu Daoist Master

Unlike Yang Ze, Shui Ziming's face was a little gloomy. He did not expect Yang Ze to persist to this point, nor did he expect Yang Ze to become his opponent at this time.

However, Shui Ziming quickly adjusted his mentality. Since Yang Ze let him meet, it was just right. Taking this opportunity, he must take care of Yang Ze.

Anyway, in this martial arts competition, swords and guns have no eyes. It is normal to fight with real fire on the ring and not be able to stop in time. You can't kill people, but occasionally miss once and seriously injure the opponent, which is completely allowed.

Shui Ziming began to think about this matter. He was not worried that he would lose to Yang Ze. In his opinion, this was simply impossible. He was a half-step first-grade who had refined the true essence. How could he lose to a registered disciple of the ninth stage of true essence?

Yang Ze looked at Shui Ziming, who looked gloomy. He knew without thinking that Shui Ziming must be planning something bad. He was not afraid of Shui Ziming's planning, because he was also thinking about how to arrange something for Shui Ziming.

Before they started, the two of them had their own thoughts and stared at each other, with fighting intent rising from their eyes.

The deacon under the stage saw this situation and felt that something was wrong. Several outer disciples cooperated with him to control all corners of the arena to avoid any sudden situation.

At the command, the competition began. Shui Ziming and Yang Ze rushed out at the same time. At that moment, the momentum of the two people burst out to the peak state, and their fists and palms intertwined and collided with each other.

Bang bang bang!

The two figures collided head-on on the arena, you palm, I punch, the fight was extremely fierce.

Yang Ze slapped out with his palm, and the palm wind carried the true energy, which opened a layer of the surface of the ring. Shui Ziming dodged Yang Ze's palm power by turning his body to the side.

Shui Ziming punched out with a fist, and the fist wind whistled. The true energy was shaken out from this punch, and the ground of the ring was hit by a big hole under the bombardment of the true energy.

Even Yang Ze did not dare to take Shui Ziming's fist head-on, so he had to retreat to avoid Shui Ziming's attack.

After dozens of rounds of fighting back and forth, Yang Ze was also shocked by Shui Ziming's strength. This person was able to occupy a place in the last top 100 registered disciples, and now he has broken through to the half-step first grade. He is indeed very powerful.

After several fights, Yang Ze relied on the big spin breaking front step to deal with Shui Ziming, and he had already shown signs of falling into a disadvantage. If this continues for a long time, he will definitely lose.

At this time, Shui Ziming's fists attacked more fiercely. There was a layer of true energy wrapped on his fists. He punched out suddenly, and a fierce fist wind swept out, along with a large amount of true energy.

Yang Ze's eyes were a little solemn. He raised a palm wind with his right hand, but he couldn't resist the fist wind at all, and his body quickly retreated backwards.

After retreating a few steps, Yang Ze's body flipped in the air, avoiding the true energy attack, and fell behind Shui Ziming, and his right hand hit Shui Ziming's back.

Shui Ziming turned around and punched, and there was a wave in his fist that shook out with this punch. Yang Ze quickly slapped out with his other hand, and his palms resisted this wave, but his body was shaken back a short distance.

He exerted force with both arms to remove this wave. Yang Ze saw that his two sleeves of clothes had been completely shattered.

He was quite surprised. The power of true energy was indeed much stronger than true energy.

Shui Ziming in front of him had refined his true essence and entered the realm of half-step first rank. He needed to consume a lot of true essence to offset each attack.

Seeing Yang Ze's struggling appearance, Shui Ziming sneered.

"Give up, you are not my opponent. There is no way to make up for the gap between the ninth stage of true essence and half-step first rank!"

"We will know whether we are opponents after fighting."

Yang Ze's face was calm. He was running the Qi-nourishing Art. His aura climbed to the peak level again. He waved his palms and burst out with palm power, which surrounded him and formed a cyclone barrier to protect himself.

Then he pressed his palms directly, and the true essence surrounding him blasted out together. At the moment of blasting out, a layer of the surface of the ring was directly lifted and slapped towards Shui Ziming.

Shui Ziming snorted coldly, and a true essence shot out from his hand. The layer of ground that was rolled up just in front of him exploded directly and turned into rolling thick fog and dispersed.

In this rolling thick fog, Shui Ziming's vision was blurred, and he could not see the surrounding scene clearly for a moment, but he heard several sounds of breaking wind, and his mind was focused, and his hands quickly reached out.

There was true energy condensed in the palms of his hands, and he followed the location where the sounds of breaking wind came from, and directly took the attacks from the source of the sounds.

Several attacks hit his palms, but did not cause any injuries to him. Shui Ziming looked at his palms, and there were only a few small white spots on them.

However, the attack was not over yet, and more and more breaking wind sounds came. Shui Ziming frowned and kept resisting, but no matter how much he resisted, he would eventually be careless.

In this thick fog, there were several attacks that he failed to catch, and finally fell on him, penetrated his clothes, and poked several small holes in his skin.

Feeling the pain, Shui Ziming's expression was fierce, and he shouted angrily: "Hiding, Yang Ze, is this your method? Do you think these little tricks of yours can threaten me? I'll show you what my real strength is like."

He had just finished speaking, and before he could make a move, Yang Ze's figure suddenly jumped out of the thick fog in front of him, and with Yang Ze, there was also a flash of knife light.

Holding a long knife, Yang Ze rushed to Shui Ziming's front, and slashed out with a tiger descending from the mountain. The knife light fell, and the knife energy burst out, directly slashing at Shui Ziming's head.

Shui Ziming's eyes flashed, and the moment the long knife appeared, he immediately felt a murderous intent coming, and without thinking, he urged the true energy of his whole body.

He grabbed with both palms suddenly, and the knife energy hit his palms and collapsed directly.

Shui Ziming's hands still did not stop, and continued to grab out. When Yang Ze's long knife fell, he clamped the long knife in his hands with both palms.

The true energy in the palm of his hand poured out, and the gap on Yang Ze's long sword was enlarged. The blade was instantly covered with cracks. With a click, the long sword shattered.

This long sword that accompanied Yang Ze from Yuyang City to Piaomiao Martial Academy was finally destroyed at this time.

At the critical moment, before Shui Ziming made a move, Yang Ze threw the remaining handle of the broken sword with his right hand, pulled it behind him, and the black cloth behind him flew up.

Reaching out and grabbing, the scabbard behind him moved, and the bloody sword, which had been sealed for several months, finally came out of the scabbard at this time.

The sword flashed, and the moment the bloody sword appeared, a bloody breath emanated from the sword. When Shui Ziming felt this bloody breath, his expression was dazed for a moment.

It was just such a dazed time, Yang Ze seized this opportunity, and the bloody sword in his hand moved, and Tiger Kill was performed by Yang Ze with the bloody sword at this moment.

The moment the long sword was swung, Shui Ziming returned to his normal state. Seeing the sword coming towards him, the true energy in his palm met the sword.

As a result, the moment the two sides touched each other, Shui Ziming regretted it.

The sharp edge of the blood-killing sword burst out, and the true energy in Shui Ziming's palm was unable to avoid it. Although Shui Ziming pulled his hand back, the sword still left a wound on his palm.

The true energy in his hand sealed the wound, and Shui Ziming's figure retreated violently. His face was very ugly, and he said word by word: "This is a sharp weapon!"

Shui Ziming's heart was full of horror. In addition to the sharp weapon, he couldn't think of any ability of Yang Ze, who had the nine-stage true energy, to break his true energy.

He couldn't even think that Yang Ze had a sharp weapon in his hand. The price of each sharp weapon was very expensive. The sharp weapon in Yang Ze's hand didn't look like an ordinary sharp weapon. Why could he have such a sharp weapon?

Yang Ze's eyes were fixed on Shui Ziming. He had been patiently waiting until now to use the Blood Evil Knife, just to catch the enemy off guard. Now it seems that the effect is still very good.

Sure enough, it was a correct choice to use the Blood Evil Knife as a trump card. With the Blood Evil Knife in hand, he had a way to deal with the true energy of a half-step first-grade warrior.

"Shui Ziming, can you still laugh now?" Yang Ze waved the Blood Evil Knife in his right hand, and the true energy was injected into the Blood Evil Knife, and the breath on the knife became stronger.

Shui Ziming did not answer Yang Ze's words. His eyebrows were tightly frowned, his arms were spread out, and the true energy in his body was released without reservation at this moment.

His palms suddenly pushed forward, and the true energy formed a wave. Under this wave, the entire arena was violently shaken, and a wave of energy blasted towards Yang Ze.

The long sword in Yang Ze's hand moved. This time, he no longer used the Fierce Tiger Descending the Mountain, but used the Windward Sword Chop, which he had never used in front of anyone before!

As soon as the Windward Sword Chop came out, the entire arena was immediately filled with murderous intent. After the murderous intent, a sword aura was derived, lingering on the sword.

The moment this scene appeared, the deacons and outer disciples in the audience looked at Yang Ze intently, and even the elders on the high platform looked over.

Although this attack was nothing to them, the murderous intent that broke out at this moment made them feel a pure artistic conception.

"What kind of martial arts is this boy practicing to have such murderous intent? If it is not controlled, something will definitely happen in the future." An elder stared at Yang Ze and said earnestly.