Ask Sword

It feels like being thrown into a wind tunnel and facing the hurricane's death.

The pace of progress was forced to stop,

Li Ang released his thought power, covering his whole body, to contend with external forces.

At the same time, he controlled the needle and continued to defend against the daggers that shot from behind.

The two sides were deadlocked in place, and above their heads were full of bursting sparks from the collision of the psychic device.

I actually don't understand why you are so angry.

Bian Chenpei smiled and said, Is it because of the plane?

Or is it about Ashinagara?

The state of Yu and the Turks have had grievances for a long time, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the hatred is as deep as the sea.

Ashinagaro is a Turkic aristocrat with excellent talent. Now that I make her unable to conceive and have children, isn't it a good thing for the Yu Kingdom?

In the future, there will be one less, or even more troublesome enemies.

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Li Ang didn't answer, scenes from the past appeared before his eyes.

Gan Xiaoer's family who died of a dog in Shatao Village;

Nie Shilei, who died unjustly in Chang'an Prison;

People in Suzhou who died of abdominal swelling and jaundice;

He let out a long breath and said slowly, Why?

Um?

Bian Chenpei frowned slightly, What?

Why, you can be so calm.

Li Ang said expressionlessly: The nobles of the rich family, powerful and powerful, corrupt officials and evil officials, gentry and sages of the country.

You guys always seem to have peace of mind.

As long as you have a little power in your hands, you can't help but use it to the extreme,

Ignore, even enjoy seeing other people suffer.

Officials steal and plunder, lead beasts to eat people,

The wine and meat of the nobles and rich families stinks, and the road is frozen to death,

I would rather put another layer of gold on the statues of the temple than look at the beggars and refugees outside the temple and drive them away with a stick——

The nobles are kind-hearted and don't want to see the poor suffer, so they want to drive them all away.

The euphemistic name is, this is the way of the world.

Li Ang paused, his eyes were a little tired.

When a good person is really tired, guilt, shame, sympathy, sadness, sadness will arise in the heart of a good person, and they will feel sad for the reality that they are powerless to change.

Bad guys don't feel empathy for others at all, and they always feel at ease.

Landlords can force tenants to death with peace of mind,

Officials can forcibly confiscate the property of traders with peace of mind,

The monks who lend money can occupy the peasants' wives and daughters with peace of mind,

Officials can feel at ease to beat the bones and suck the marrow of the people.

The reality is so magical, so grotesque, that Li Ang's heart has been accumulating nameless anger.

He slowly raised his hand crossbow, Chen Pei's face in front of him gradually overlapped with Zhou Chunping, Li Shenbin and others in his memory.

Those who lead beasts and cannibals will die.

boom!

Fingertips pull the trigger,

The crossbow arrows wrapped in talismans flew out along the chute, and hit the invisible wall in the air head-on.

boom--

The fine steel crossbow bolts were broken inch by inch,

The talisman exploded, and the scorching flames blurred the air, and the resulting strong wind blew away Li Ang's shattered clothes.

He faced the flames, expressionless, and pulled the trigger again.

Boom boom boom boom——

The flames soared into the sky, and the pillar of fire engulfed the two figures.

The noise in the auditorium was suffocating, and many people subconsciously stood up.

In the box on the top floor, Emperor Yu, who was chatting cordially with Cardinal Xinxiu, also stopped talking and looked towards the dazzling ring.

The head of the mountain, who had been closing his eyes to rest his mind, opened his eyes, looked at the ring below, and frowned slightly.

Cough cough cough—

Bian Chenpei covered his mouth and coughed for a while, the incident happened in a hurry, even though he blocked all the light and heat with his thoughts in time, he still inadvertently inhaled two mouthfuls of anxious air.

The flames dissipated, but Li Ang was not where he was.

He stepped on the levitating psychic thread, with burning sparks shining from the corners of his clothes, holding a long and narrow psychic needle upside down in each hand, and looked down at Bian Chenpei below.

Bian Chenpei narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked up at the other party's blurry figure shrouded in the sun, that cold and indifferent gaze with a bit of disdain,

Inexplicable anger rose from the bottom of my heart.

die!

All words are pale,

Bian Chenpei urged his mind power with all his strength, and the dagger and mind needle pierced the opponent high in the sky like a storm, trying to penetrate the opponent completely.

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Li Ang felt the countless mind devices approaching rapidly in his spiritual consciousness, flicked his fingers,

Zheng——

The needle in his hand flew into the air by the flick of the nail, making a pleasant metallic tinkling sound.

The thread tied to the end of the needle, as if it had life, swirled around suddenly, tightly entangled with other devices that belonged to Li Ang.

The mind device and the mind thread are woven into a huge hollow network,

Like a net, it precisely entangles the flying dagger.

Bian Chenpei's face changed slightly, he clenched his fists violently, pouring out his thoughts.

All the daggers struggling to escape,

However, the strong material of the thread constitutes an extremely complex geometric pattern, and the violent struggle of the dagger will be weakened to the greatest extent.

Even the pulling of one dagger will interfere with the escape of the other dagger under the guidance of Li Ang's exquisite control.

This is Li Ang's trump card.

Psyche·Cobweb.

Moss is parasitic in his body, after long-term training,

With the least spiritual energy and the highest efficiency, he can easily control all silk-like devices as if using his own body, and feel the slightest vibration of the thread.

Is this your killer move?

Bian Chenpei clenched his teeth and said with a sneer, Do you really think that you can trap me like this?

Snapped!

His palms were clasped together, all the daggers flying in the air lost power, fell and hung in the Nianxian network, leaving only one dagger in suspension.

Twenty thoughts returned to one, and under the amplified power of a large number of thoughts, the dagger trembled violently in the air,

The thought thread wrapped around it was dragged and pulled, making creaking and twisting sounds.

break!

Bian Chenpei's forehead was bulging with veins, his two fingers were like swords, and he swung forward furiously.

The dagger rotated rapidly around the central axis, cutting through the densely packed thoughts around it with the blade, breaking through the network, and heading straight into the sky.

Snapped--

Niansi, which was stretched to the limit, finally broke apart, swung violently, and hit the ring floor, making a dull sound.

The mind device is broken, and the backlash is on the body,

Li Ang could feel the turbulence of the sea of ​​air,

He held his breath and forcibly suppressed the surge of spiritual energy in his body.

Hold the two mind needles with both hands without hesitation, inject mind power into them, and control the remaining mind threads.

A large number of silk threads filled the damage of the network, and continued to suppress the remaining daggers,

But the dagger that received a lot of Bian Chenpei's thought power has already taken advantage of this short gap and fell from a high altitude.

Both the thread and the thread of thought are maintaining the spider web structure,

The only way Li Ang can effectively counterattack is the three-edged gun.

He stretched out his hand to hold the three-edged gun at his waist, and while pulling out the body of the gun, he poured what little thought power he had left into it.

The three-edged gun crossed the semicircle trajectory and stretched rapidly,

The moment before the sky dagger was about to fall and stab Li Ang,

Finally, the second striker came first, slapped the tip of the dagger with the side of the gun blade, and sent the dagger flying out.

clang--

The strong metal clashing sound made the eardrums hurt,

But the two on the stage didn't intend to stop at all.

Bian Chenpei waved his palm forward, controlled the dagger to reverse, flew across the ground and attacked,

Li Ang swung his gun back, swinging the dagger again and again.

The spiritual power of both sides is rapidly being consumed.

Most of the audience outside the arena could not see the trajectory of the high-speed flying dagger at all. They could only hear the metallic sound of dang, clang, clang and see the blurred afterimage left by the reflection of the dagger.

Senior Sister Sui!

Li Leling was so anxious that she subconsciously put down the binoculars, clenched Chai Chai's palm, turned her head to Sui Yi and asked nervously, Li Ang he?

Hard to say,

Of course Sui Yi knew that Princess Guanghua wanted to ask about the situation, so she squinted her eyes and stared at the arena, Bian Chenpei's Qi Sea is more abundant, and with twenty thoughts in his mind, he always takes the initiative to attack first.

But Li Ang. Look at his palm.

palm?

Everyone was puzzled, and looked back to the stage again, focusing on observing Li Ang's palm.

That's Nian Si?

Li Leling asked uncertainly.

In the field of vision of the telescope, Li Ang's palm exuded a faint light, and there seemed to be slender silk threads wrapped between his fingers.

Those silk threads caught the pattern on the surface of the three-edged gun,

Whenever the gun blade collided with the dagger, Li Ang would let go of his palm and let the silk thread hold the spear instead of himself.

He Fanshuang observed for a few breaths, and said calmly, Is he using thoughts to relieve his energy?

Interrogative, but affirmative.

That's right.

Sui Yi nodded, Holding the gun with your own hands will cause too much damage to the palm and the tiger's mouth, so Li Ang chose to use the hanging thread and the power of the mind to hold it.

And you pay attention to his marksmanship.

Everyone observed intently, and saw that Li Ang's spear skills, from the very beginning, wide open and close, extremely fast,

Gradually reduced the range of motion and looked more relaxed.

tread!

He took a heavy step towards Bian Chenpei, who had a ferocious face and bulging veins, as if he was under pressure.

Every time Li Ang swings his gun, the dagger controlled by Bian Chenpei will be sent flying in the direction he intended.

Every time Bian Chenpei controls the dagger to fly back, he needs to pay twice as much thought power as Li Ang.

Sui Yi rarely said seriously: Besides, there is no room for Bian Chenpei to adjust——

Once he wants to get rid of Li Ang's rhythm, he will slow down the dagger,

And Li Ang had already approached him with a three-edged gun. As long as the opponent showed a flaw that his new strength was not born and his old strength was gone, he could end the game with one shot.

As a result, Bian Chenpei could only control the dagger to attack continuously, unable to stop.

this

Yang Yu and the others looked confused, a little unimaginable.

Well,

Ren Jiao rubbed his chin, and said slowly: There is a special adjective for this in the way of body training, [square inch].

A strong man who has reached a certain level of martial arts attainment can firmly grasp all enemy planes in the space within one arm,

Whether it is a flying sword, a mind device, or a technique, a talisman,

Can use its potential, guide its power,

Minimize damage to yourself, and even guide enemies to follow your pace.

Li Wei said in astonishment: But isn't Fangcun a technique only possessed by innate warriors?

It should be said that square inch is a kind of ability, a kind of talent.

The innate warriors' keen perception of the surrounding breath, their deep understanding of their own bodies, and their honed and honed martial arts skills allow them to relatively easily master the [Square Inch].

Ren Jiao corrected: But this does not mean that monks of other paths cannot learn this ability. It is just that it is not so light and light. It requires keen talent and long-term hard contact.

He paused for a moment, and muttered: I can't tell, Risheng is still a martial arts genius.

During the conversation, the situation in the arena changed again,

Finally, Bian Chenpei couldn't bear Li Ang's approaching step by step. With a roar, he swung his palms down with all his strength, pouring out all the remaining thoughts in the sea of ​​energy.

hum!

The air visibly distorts, the arena glows red,

With a strong force pressing on Li Ang's head and shoulders, he suddenly raised the three-edged spear to support his body that was about to kneel down.

The bones rubbed against each other, the jaws of the palms were split, the hair was hanging close to the scalp, and even the eyelashes were as heavy as if they were hung with weights.

After all, it was the power of half-step patrolling the clouds. Li Ang suppressed the turbulent moss in his body, opened his eyes wide, and the blood in the eyes was clearly visible.

He stared at Bian Chenpei with a ferocious face indifferently, leaning on the three-edged gun, and stood up slowly and firmly on the spot.

take a step.

The slight sound of sand and dust being rubbed against the soles was so piercing to Bian Chenpei's ears,

His eyes were about to burst, and he stepped up his suppression regardless of the emptiness of the air sea.

Li Ang tilted his feet, regained his balance in an instant, and took another step.

The distance between the two sides is only two arms,

Bian Chenpei's scalp was numb and he wanted to explode. With a roar, he exhausted his last bit of thought power, controlled the dagger to fly back, and stabbed Li Ang in the back.

Swish!

Li Ang swung his left arm back, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, he held the dagger out of thin air,

Hold it tightly, no matter how hard the blade struggles, you can't break free.

last step.

There was only one arm between the two sides, Li Ang threw away the three-edged gun expressionlessly, and countless thoughts stretched out from his sleeves, wrapped around his right hand, and wrapped them into a glove.

Then, throw a fist.

The fist hit Bian Chenpei firmly on the face,

Accompanied by the dazzling red light of the arena ban,

The proud son of Taihao Mountain flew far away, bumping and gliding against the ground of the ring, like a stone thrown in water.

Without giving the opponent any time to breathe, Li Ang stomped on the ground, came first, strangled Bian Chenpei's neck again, and slammed his head on the ring floor, just exposing the edge of the ring.

Bian Chenpei struggled violently, but his hands, feet and limbs were firmly bound by Niansi and the freezing and cold talisman,

He could only release the power of thought to bombard Li Ang one after another, or it would be offset by the same power of thought, or most of the kinetic energy would be absorbed by the dragon armor.

Second punch.

Li Ang was expressionless, and the glove fell again, hitting the opponent's face.

One click, one click, another click.

The corners of the clothes are still burning slowly, slightly scorching the skin,

But Li Ang didn't care at all, he focused on punching, controlling the strength with precision,

While causing the greatest pain to Bian Chenpei, it will not trigger the automatic end of the competition mechanism of the arena.

I think.

Bian Chenpei's face was full of tears, and the corners of his eyes were blurred by tears, and he could vaguely see the audience standing up in the auditorium in the distance.

The word lose, which bears a huge shame, has not yet blurted out,

Another punch on the cheek, slamming back the words abruptly.

Li Ang beat Bian Chenpei mechanically and numbly, venting the nameless anger accumulated in his heart for many years, until a figure flashed in front of him, gently pressed his shoulder, and calmly said: Okay.

Li Ang punched again, pursed his lips and looked up, only to find that it was Shan Chang Lian Xuanxiao.

alright.

Lian Xuanxiao patted Li Ang's shoulder lightly, there was no reproach in his eyes for his disciple's violent behavior and loss of face in the school, only the gentleness and understanding of an elder.

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Looking at the head of the mountain, the burning anger in Li Ang's heart gradually dissipated and calmed down.

He remained silent, left Bian Chenpei who was limp as mud, and slowly got up.

The ban on the ring lights up, and the game is over.