"Then you'll know if you try it," Jiang Heng snorted coldly, his fists filled with vigor, and a strong wind blew under his feet, white spiritual energy permeated his whole body, and he hit Jiang Yu directly.
Jiang Yu chuckled lightly, and didn't dodge or dodge, just letting his fist hit his abdomen.
"My stupid brother, it's been such a long time, and your attack power doesn't seem to have increased at all." When the fist hit his abdomen, Jiang Yu looked normal, his body remained motionless, as if he didn't feel anything.
Jiang Heng stared, growled a few times, and punched down several times.
"Although I'm sorry, I will take away the quota this time," Jiang Yu said, and then saw him wave his palms and directly hit Jiang Heng.
Jiang Heng snorted coldly, and quickly stepped back.
When Jiang Yu's palms were still in the air, Jiang Heng had already stepped aside.
"Your speed has increased so much," Jiang Yu said lightly, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"Did you find it?" Jiang Heng sneered, and directly leaned forward, leaving afterimages of his body in the air.
The two fought for a while, and Jiang Yu's face changed slightly. Jiang Heng's speed was much faster than his own, and his attack could not even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes.
Although his defense was amazing, Jiang Heng's every attack hit the same spot in his abdomen.
At the beginning, he didn't feel it, but Jiang Yu could already feel some pain when he kept beating like this.
"You gave up your ultimate way," Jiang Yu roared.
The two have been fighting against each other since they were young. Jiang Heng is obsessed with his own way of attack, while he is obsessed with his way of defense.
As for other things like speed, they didn't train on purpose.
"It doesn't matter, as long as we can win you is enough," Jiang Heng roared back.
Although his body is thin and weak, but at this moment he raised his right fist high, with bulging veins all over his body and prominent eyes, as if all the hard work of the past ten years had been condensed on this fist.
When this punch hit Jiang Yu's abdomen, Jiang Yu's face changed drastically, and his body, which had been motionless all this time, hit the iron lock on the edge of the ring heavily.
"My dear brother, it's time for you to experience what I have felt for so many years," Jiang Heng stepped forward step by step, and said flatly, "In front of so many people, today I am going to share the feelings of the past ten years." Are you desperate to repay all your failures?"
"I just find it ironic," Jiang Yu replied flatly, "A person who sticks to his belief in martial arts will lose to a person who has abandoned martial arts."
"Let me say it again, I have not abandoned my own martial arts, but the previous extreme way is not suitable for me," Jiang Heng replied: "This road is too difficult. The way of attack, the way of speed of the gods.
But how many Three Swords Emperors are there in this world
I told you at that time that I also wanted to be a person like the Three Swordsmen and entrust my life to power.
But it's too difficult, I'm just talking about it, my heart, my soul, and the belief engraved in my bones and integrated into my blood all tell me that I can't be as pure as the Three Swords Emperor.
Some roads are dead ends from the beginning. It is right to work hard, but it is useless to go in the wrong direction.
So I slowed down my attack training a year ago, and started to improve my defense and speed.
In fact, we were all wrong. The road to the limit is too difficult to walk. "
"That's you, don't take me with you," Jiang Yu was silent for a while, and roared angrily, "I won't turn back even if I hit the south wall."
"But you lost," Jiang Heng replied flatly.
Hearing Jiang Heng's words, Jiang Yu was silent for a moment. He knew that no matter what he said, all powerful explanations were pale in front of winning or losing.
Listening to the conversation between the two people in the field, Luo Changhe, the suzerain of the Holy Spring Sect, slowly stood up and walked forward to look at the two of them.
"Sect Master," the two greeted quickly.
"Actually, you are all right," Luo Changhe said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, Jiang Heng is not wrong, in fact, sometimes you can give up on the road that doesn't work, and maybe you can see a new world if you change the direction.
As for Jiang Yu, you are not wrong. Although some roads are difficult to walk, if you persevere, you will eventually see a wider world.
There is more than one path to success.
You have to remember one sentence, there are no permanent losers in this world, only temporary winners. "
Hearing Luo Changhe's words, both of them became thoughtful.
...
The 15-to-8 competition is over, and the next semi-finals should be regarded as the most exciting stage of this competition.
Because the few people left in the field are the most popular saint sons and saintesses of various sects.
Of course, except for Xu Zimo and another disciple named Lin Hang who are not that famous, the other six are Xuanyuan Xuantian, Xian Linger, Bailixiao, Chu Yang, Tian Mozi, and Jiang Heng.
There is no need to draw lots for the next competition, but it is calculated according to the shortest total time of the previous competition, and the disciple with the shortest time can choose the opponent first.
Because Xu Zimo always solves his opponents with one move, he naturally takes the shortest time.
Xu Zimo glanced at the seven people next to him, and saw that everyone else looked indifferent, but the disciple named Lin Hang was quite eager to try.
"Okay, it's up to you," Xu Zimo pointed at Lin Hang and smiled.
"Thank you, thank you," the boy named Lin Hang thanked quickly.
"Thank you?" Xu Zimo asked suspiciously.
"Thank you for giving me a chance to enter the semi-finals," Lin Hang replied.
"So confident?" Xu Zimo was a little surprised.
"Although you are also difficult to deal with, compared to the other monsters, I am still a little more confident," Lin Hang replied with a smile.
"Who do you look down on?" Xu Zimo shook his head and laughed, "Then I wish you good luck."
Then the second shortest disciple was Baili Xiao, and she chose Jiang Heng as her opponent.
The third person was Xuanyuan Xuantian, he looked at Xian Ling'er, grinned and said: "If you are willing to be with me, I will let you go."
"Crazy," Xian Ling'er snorted coldly.
"Then I'll subdue you," Xuanyuan Xuantian smiled indifferently.
The remaining two were Chu Yang and Tian Mozi.
...
When the competition started, I saw that the disciple named Lin Hang was surging with spiritual energy. He slowly stretched out his right hand and said with a smile: "I have been preparing for this competition for a long time."
When he stretched out his right hand, he saw a cloud of dark yellow sand whirling in his palm.
Xu Zimo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "Lost God Wind."
"That's right, although I know it's difficult for me to get the first place, but with this lost spirit, as long as I'm lucky, I still have a chance to enter the semi-finals," Lin Hang said with a smile.
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