My brother is so strong, I am also disappointed

I, a fake god envoy with no martial arts, shivered and suffered terribly in the battle circle between the two top real martial arts masters.

It wasn't until Twelve used his inner breath to condense into a palm wind to temporarily dissipate the energy that was pressing on me, pulling me away from Song Mingguang, that I slowed down and leaned against him violently. respite.

Finally, he could see Xia Yu clearly.

I don't know if this is true, but I saw him chopping the wind.

His sword quickly turned into countless afterimages, but without any rules, he just slashed in front of Song Mingguang one after another, but because of the invisible barrier, he couldn't touch him at all, and Song Mingguang remained motionless, just standing like this , Occasionally, he raised his hand and pushed out a palm seemingly casually, but he could always knock Xia Yu back to his original position, who had only managed to advance a few inches.

I looked at the people around again, and was surprised to find that all the people underneath had fallen in a mess!There was only one person standing under the tree in the northeast corner of the yard.

Fang Qingyu made a gesture to me, which probably meant that he took advantage of the chaos on the stage to solve the many audiences below, and let me play by ear.But this link was not in the original plan!I don't know why he did this, and I feel even more uneasy.

Xia Yu and Song Mingguang were in a stalemate for a while. Xia Yu's movements were obviously slower, his hair crown was loose, and his hair was flying around. He was not as calm and upright as usual.Looking at Song Mingguang again, he didn't feel tired at all.If this goes on like this, I'm afraid Xia Yu will exhaust his internal energy and die of exhaustion, right?How can I make them stop? !

Song Mingguang's body was full of wind, but it was silent.I tried to shout: "Xia Yu! Stop hitting me!"

Xia Yu turned a deaf ear. He either didn't want to talk to me, or he was too crazy to hear others.

I shouted again: "Grandpa Song please let him stop! He will die if he does this!"

I felt that Song Mingguang glanced at me, but he didn't have any intention of stopping.His guards had already retreated one after another, presumably because they knew Song Mingguang's high martial arts skills and were unwilling to come forward to join in the fun.

Others have already discovered that there seems to be a strange balance between them, whoever breaks it first will die first!I simply feel that Song Mingguang is not human!The energy is constantly surging regardless of direction. How can a person store so much internal energy in his meridians and release it for use like this!This is too mysterious!

I really don't know what to do anymore.

Planning plans have a fart!We racked our brains to make up various scripts and considered various accidents in three days, but when it came time to play, only Mo Yuanshan, whom we had carefully guarded against, followed the original route!Why did Fang Qingyu faint the people in the audience!Why did Xia Yu suddenly attack Song Mingguang!Situ inspired others!And me, who am I?where am I?What nonsense did I say to Song Mingguang and Xia Yu just now? !

I completely broke down: "What should I do!"

"... Shall I try it?" Twelve said.

My first thought was "don't go", I grabbed his sleeves subconsciously, and then I remembered that it was Twelve who kept me in his arms and kept me out of the wind, and I had a sense of dependence on him just now?

Ask yourself, I'm really scared, I don't want to be here powerless.

But I want to ask myself, why am I so cowardly?Even I despise myself!

"I'll go!" I struggled to stand up, I was competing with myself, wasn't I afraid?Then I want to go there!If I am willing to obey such a weak idea, I might as well be shot to death by them now!

"With your internal strength, you can't make it through at all! You sit here, and I will go and separate them!" Twelve stood up with me.

"Are you sure you'll be able to pass?!" I asked.

"Not necessarily, but you can try." Twelve said.

"You can't go! They will all kill you!" My heart froze, and I stopped Twelve: "You throw me over there!"

"Are you kidding! It's too dangerous!" Twelve disagreed.

I took his hand and put it on my chest, urging him to hit me: "Hurry up! You can slap me! Let me go! That's the only way!"

Right now, I want to be the most insane gambler. I want to bet that Xia Yu won't kill me, I want to bet that Song Mingguang won't kill me, and I want to bet that I can withstand a dozen blows.

"...Are you crazy too?! This is absolutely impossible!" Twelve still didn't do it, he shook off my hand, and took a step forward by himself, but was immediately suppressed by the wind again.

"Don't hate me! Please! Send me over there!" Even though I was relying on him to stand firm, I still made a gesture of jumping on him.

"You can't even please me!" Twelve categorically rejected my request, but he didn't reject me, and hugged me even tighter.

Pooh!This man has changed!I can't even beg him now?I know it's very shameless for me to do this, and I can be shameless in order to achieve my goal, but he was not like this before!He actually makes me shameless now? !

I'm about to cry. Did I work so hard to come here just to watch Xia Yu exhaust his energy and die within my reach?Am I just here to collect his body? !

Finally, a loud cry sounded from the pen-sacrificing stand.

The crying sound was like a sudden thunder on the ground, the voice was high-pitched and full of energy, it must be a grown man crying with his internal strength in the standard posture of looking up at the sky, he was crying from the bottom of his heart.

Of course this person is not me, I can't cry like this.

When Song Mingguang heard the crying, the expression on his calm face changed suddenly, and he moved first!

He was no longer in a stalemate with Xia Yu, and immediately restrained the diverging internal energy around him. There was no obstacle in front of Xia Yu's sword, so naturally he would not miss the opportunity. Taking half a step back, they fought back with their palms, and they received the opponent's move head-on. The collision of internal forces erupted a stronger airflow instantly, and the momentum was not inferior to the fire thunder that Situ Qi detonated that day.

For a moment, I saw the strong wind against the lightning, and the silver light penetrated the flying sand.

Twelve couldn't stand under this blow, and fell to the ground with me.

When I opened my eyes, Xia Yu was standing beside me, staring at Song Mingguang with red eyes. Half of his face was covered with blood, and there was blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. He didn't seem to care, and didn't even bother to wipe it.

His sword was broken and unstable, and only the half of the hilt was still in his hand. As his hand trembled, the tassel of the sword was stained deeper by the blood that flowed from his tiger's mouth. reddish brown.

Song Mingguang was not much better over there, his right palm was also torn into a long line by the sword energy, and a small puddle of blood accumulated on the ground in just a moment.

He ignored Xia Yu any more, turned around and walked towards the brush offering stand.

Situ Qi held the crying man on the altar of sacrificial brushes. Seeing Song Mingguang rushing towards him, he was so nervous that he unconsciously amplified his voice: "You, don't come here! Come here again and I'll kill him! "

Song Mingguang really stopped, but turned around and sneered at me: "Boy, you have actually learned this method."

My scalp was numb from what he said, and I was about to explain when I saw him quickly stretch out his hands and hold them towards the void. Following his movements, there were faint silver lights flickering, but in the end nothing happened, Situ Qi was still standing upright, and the man in his hand was still crying.

Song Mingguang turned to face me and stood still with his hands behind his back.

He said: "Changlin has no way to teach his son, this old man will teach you a lesson for him today."