Chapter 511 The Third Hero (Additional Update, Please Vote, Monthly Ticket Recommendation Ticket)
Then he said: "At first, I guessed that the Soul Confinement and General Summoning Technique had two effects."

"One is to arrest spirits, and the other is to dispatch generals. Even now, I still feel that the effect of arresting spirits and dispatching generals has not been fully exerted."

"I guess the effect of sending a general is to completely hand over one's body to the spirit for control, or to temporarily use the spirit's sexual power to replace one's own sexual power."

"In this way, whether it is training or fighting the enemy, it will be twice the result with half the effort for both the 'immortal' and himself! The spirits can use the human body to practice, and the people who are sent will also gain great benefits."

Murong Ji pondered for a moment. In the normal process of going out as a horse, the first level was to borrow the power of the immortals, and the highest level was to become the living body of the immortals...

"This is my guess. I don't know what the real soul-binding and general-dispatching method is like, but... no matter what, the Yin Qi is an obstacle they can't avoid."

"Brother Murong, we're here."

Murong Ji shut up instantly, went up a few steps, entered the dormitory, and took a quick glance, and everyone was there.

He found a place to sit down and began to review these people...adjusting their training methods and combat deficiencies.

It's getting dark.

Murong Ji walked out of the dormitory and walked quietly on the playground. He raised his head slightly and saw the bright moon above his head, then he smiled softly.

He has done everything to the utmost. If things really get out of control, he will have nothing to say.

I walked for a while and saw that it was getting late, so I went back to rest.

The next morning.

Murong Ji was awakened by Ding Shimaan.

He looked at the person standing in front of his bed in silence and said helplessly, "Not really, I won't run away."

Ding Shimaan smiled a little embarrassedly, "Oh, sorry. I'm always worried about something, and I'm not at ease."

Murong Ji got up, washed up, and was about to have breakfast when he saw Ding Shimaan holding buns and soy milk.

I didn't hesitate and started eating.

Following Ding Shimaan to the open space at the back mountain, Murong Ji took a quick look and was surprised to see so many people!
Almost all the Tang Sect disciples who were strong enough had come.

"They're coming!"

"Quick! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

The Tang Sect disciples who were waiting in the open space consciously made way for a large area of ​​the space and formed a circle.

Ding Shimaan led the way in front, and Murong Ji followed behind him. The two walked into the "circle" slowly and calmly. After they stood still, no one spoke and they each adjusted their breathing.

The area at the back mountain of the Tang Sect was almost completely silent. One of the two people was Ding Shiman, one of the two heroes, and the other was Mr. Murong, who had become famous in recent years and was said to be a swordsman.

This kind of confrontation between masters is really rare.

Murong Ji narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully sensing Ding Shimaan's breath and the rhythm of his breathing. When he opened his eyes again, Ding Shimaan's figure suddenly disappeared.

All I heard was a sound of breaking air.

"So fast! Ah!" Someone in the crowd shouted.

Before he finished speaking, two dull sounds were heard. Everyone looked again and saw Murong Ji retreating three steps, but Ding Shimaan fell back to where he was again.

"What...what's going on?" Tang Tingting was completely confused. She really didn't understand anything.

Gao Shaoshan, who was standing by, looked a little serious. He spoke slowly and said, "Nothing, just a test."

"Ah? Is this a test?"

Gao Shaoshan didn't say anything else. He crossed his arms and looked carefully at the two people in the field. Only then did he understand how much Ding Shiman had been cautious when he was fighting against him... If he got serious, he wouldn't be able to take even a single move.

When I glanced inadvertently, I saw Gao Nan setting up a camera nearby, and my eyes lit up.

Murong Ji took a look at his fist. The punch he had just thrown did not land solidly. It was deflected by some force.
[Splitting Palm?] It is really amazing that one can practice the splitting palm to such a high level of skill.

In an instant, his heart tightened and he quickly dodged to the left. A needle almost brushed Murong Ji's cheek!

[Is this... not holding back? ]

"Mr. Murong, I knew from the first move that I was no match for you. So, I won't hold back!"

Without waiting for Murong Ji to reply, countless needles rained down on him.

Murong Ji's pupils shrank slightly, and in the blink of an eye, countless sword energies were stimulated, so dense that not even a needle could be penetrated.

The people around understood it this time, but they didn’t quite understand it!

Between the two of them, there were constant violent sounds of sound waves, mixed with the sound of breaking through the air.

They could see how Ding Shimaan attacked, it was a silver needle, but how did Murong Ji counterattack? They couldn't tell!

"Master Wang! Look at this... it's almost the same as our instant attack!"

Beside Zhang Wang, Xu Xin and Tang Qiushan both looked solemn. Zhang Wang looked up and saw Quan Xing and the company's people just arrived.

Ding Shimaan felt that it was almost done, and was about to launch the final attack, trying to break Murong Ji's defense! This method was figured out when he watched Tang Miaoxing and Tu Junfang fight. Find the right time, hold the flower with your left hand, press the end of the silver needle with the back of your thumb, and press the needle body with the tip of your index finger.

After the thin and soft long needle was stretched straight, he was about to exert force, but suddenly, his heart trembled. When he looked down, he was immediately shocked!

Murong Ji!
I don't know when it appeared below his right side! It was the blind spot for his acupuncture!

At this time, Murong Ji lowered his body and flew over almost close to the ground, with a cold long sword emitting blue energy in his hand stabbing straight forward.

Ding Shimaan had no time to defend himself, he jumped up hastily, flipped over in the air, faced the ground, and aimed the long needle in his left hand at Murong Ji's sword, breaking it with his clever strength.

The long, thin needle pierced the sword, directly breaking through the protection of the sword energy and touching the sword body. Using this as a medium, the palm strike directly blocked the attack of the long sword.

The next moment, the sword sank slightly and shook a little, but it was as steady as a rock, as if it was relieving the force!
Ding Shimaan was shocked and his counterattack missed, so he stabbed again with the needle, silently using the palm strike to gain force, and this time it seemed like a miss.

In a hurry.

Ding Shimaan could only retract the thin and soft needle with a solemn expression. This was because the long sword was vibrating at a high frequency. He didn't know what method Murong Ji used to prevent him from using the sword to gain leverage.

In desperation, they could only give up and defend hastily.

The battle situation changed so quickly that Ding Shiman watched the long sword passing in front of his eyes. He could even see the two seal characters "Tianwen" clearly!
As he fell to the ground, beads of sweat slowly formed on Ding Shimaan's forehead.

Murong Ji did not attack again, but gave Ding Shian time to react. The two of them moved too fast, and the two exchanges were almost instantaneous.

Even though Zhang Wang was experienced and Tang Miaoxing was steady as an old dog, they did not notice the "detailed operations" between the two for a while.

"Mr. Murong, you're awesome! Really awesome!" Ding Shimaan exhaled slowly, his whole body trembling slightly. He couldn't suppress his excitement and looked a little crazy.

He raised his hands and looked at the thin, soft needle still between his fingers. "I haven't felt this way for a long time! Haha, haha!!"

Murong Ji stepped back a few steps, fearing that he would be infected with some crazy disease.

Ding Shimaan retracted the long, thin needle, stepped forward with his bare hands, neither hurried nor slow, and slightly spread out his palms, and an inexplicable force wrapped around his hands.

Murong Ji also took the opportunity to put away his sword and took a few steps forward.

In an instant, the two of them simultaneously sent out palm prints, one golden palm print, one blue palm print, and they collided with each other.

"Splitting the air palm! Awesome!"

Murong Ji saw clearly that the Great Compassion Palm was originally a condensed force, but it was broken up by the Splitting Palm! The amount of Qi used by the two was not the same. Upon closer inspection, Murong Ji still suffered a loss.

[Compared to Ding Daoan's Splitting Palm, my Great Compassion Palm is a little less flexible! ]

By fighting with such masters, you will quickly discover your own shortcomings, and by helping each other improve, you will make rapid progress in the long run.

The two of them were moving faster and faster, and within a moment, the site was completely destroyed. The originally compacted hard ground now looked like it had been plowed.

The battle lasted for more than two hours. Neither side was tired or slack, but there was no winner.

Of course, this is what happens in the eyes of everyone.

Tangmen Canteen.

Ding Shimaan sat opposite Murong Ji with a plate in hand. Looking at him, he raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "You are only thirty years old, how can you act so mature and calm?"

Murong Ji glanced at him calmly and said, "Be a little calmer, isn't it good?"

"That's good. Your character is very beneficial to your practice. But, you are obviously more powerful than me, why do you have to fight me to a draw?"

"It's too troublesome. Besides, because of Shuangquan Hands, someone is watching us now."

Ding Shian nodded, "If you have any difficulties, let me know."

Murong Ji nodded and didn't say anything more.

In the following days, Ding Shiman fought with him several times, and all ended in a draw. However, the results of these fights were not important.

The old Taoist priest sat in the pavilion, looking at the pictures on his mobile phone.

Mu You from Xiaozhan sat opposite the old Taoist priest, drinking tea quietly. "Where did this video come from?"

Mu You smiled and said, "It is said that a Tang Sect disciple bought it and later sold it for a high price of three million. It has probably been sold several times now."

For masters like them, there are not many opportunities to fight each other, let alone being filmed. Who would want their trump card to be known to the whole world?

That is a life-saving thing and it will not be released until the last moment.

Although the two's killer moves are not in this video, their moves and fighting habits have been captured. It is not expensive to be imitated, analyzed, and compared to find out the shortcomings.

Not only that, it is also a rare and valuable thing to use to teach disciples.

Of course, there are some people with ulterior motives.

"Old Heavenly Master? If nothing else, I will leave first, okay?"

(End of this chapter)