Emperor Shiming of the Town of Martial Arts / Emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty

The second round of the red sun was broken, and Zhu Houzhao's mouth overflowed with a trace of blood.

The third round of the red sun was broken, and on Zhu Houzhao's right hand, there was a splash of blood.

boom!

The three rounds of red sun were all shattered, and Zhu Houzhao's "headless dragon" punch had reached its limit.

Zhu Houzhao's figure was shaken ten steps away by the wine fighting monk, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

However, Zhu Houzhao's ability to achieve this step has already shocked the wine monk.

Although he has only just created the Nine Yang Divine Art and has been promoted to the unparalleled realm of seeking the Tao, he is also a genuine unparalleled powerhouse.

When was a congenital warrior able to fight to this level with an unparalleled master?

"His Royal Highness, give it up!" The wine-fighting monk was a little scared. He didn't want to fight to the death with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Daming Empire. Otherwise, no matter who wins or loses, he will surely die, "You are not..."

Before he finished speaking, he couldn't say it, because Zhu Houzhao seemed to appear in front of him again, and this time, he no longer clenched his fist, but held a sword: "It's not a good habit to gossip in battle, I haven't done my best yet! Take it!"

This sword was so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it. It was like a purple sun, completely filling the wine fighting monk's field of vision, causing him to lose any vision in an instant.

The fourteenth tactic of the Heavenly Book of Forgetfulness, Cloud Shadow: Intercept the enemy with a lightning-like displacement, and at the same time, like the wind and the cloud, it is empty of itself.

The eleventh tactic of forgetting love, Riming: No matter how many injuries you suffer, you can instantly absorb the power of heaven and earth to replenish yourself, and make moves at full or even several times.The speed of the move is too fast to resist. When the move is made, the enemy is blinded, and the eyes cannot see anything, only the dazzling sun.

At this moment, between heaven and earth, only a piece of purple light was left, and there was the endless determination hidden in the purple light! .

Chapter 0287 ruthless state, a glimpse of the emperor

Fighting is an art, and it's not just about whoever is stronger will win.

Those who are good at fighting are good at making use of everything around them.to achieve their goal of winning.

A short, thin man who is wise and good at fighting can easily kill a man with five big and three thick men in a real life-and-death battle.

This is not an incredible thing.

The battle between Zhu Houzhao and the wine fighting monk was actually unfair.

In terms of cultivation, the wine monk naturally completely suppressed Zhu Houzhao.The chasm between the Unparalleled Realm of Seeking the Way and the Realm of Innate Impermanence cannot be crossed.

However, Zhu Houzhao also has his own advantages.

Jiu Jiu Monk devoted himself to researching internal skills, and the Jiuyang Shengong was superb, and he was able to subdue ten guilds with one effort.But it also exposed his attainment in moves, which is not subtle.

If compared with those innate masters, the fist of the wine-drinking monk can still do ten times with one force, but in the face of Zhu Houzhao, a mobile Tibetan scripture pavilion that uses peerless martial arts as cabbage, the fighting of the wine-drinking monk's fist is too rudimentary.

Moreover, the wine monk was not as devout as Zhu Houzhao when it came to fighting.

That's right, pious.

Those who can fight have a fighting instinct.As mentioned above, Guo Jing, Qiao Feng, and even Ximen Chuixue and Li Ruohai all have this fighting instinct.

in battle.Completely immersed in it, forgetting everything around you, only seeing the opponent, and attacking with all your strength, in this way, the combat ability is doubled.

Only those who are devout to battle can fully exert their own strength, and even exert [-]% of their strength, [-]% of their strength.

But the wine-fighting monk couldn't do it, he worked behind closed doors.Dedicated to studying internal strength, relying on pure internal strength to advance to the world.

Although Dou Jiu Monk is extremely powerful, in fact, his combat experience is far less rich than Huang Chang, Zhang Sanfeng and others.

Therefore, he could not really forget himself during the battle and forget Zhu Houzhao's identity as the prince.Even now, he still has some instinctive contempt for Zhu Houzhao.

In battle, the slightest contempt for the enemy is fatal.

The wine-fighting monk tasted the bad results. Because of his inattentiveness, he plunged himself into extreme danger. At this moment, he even faintly felt the threat of death.

but.A doujinshi is a doujinshi after all, even if he has only just broken through the world.It is also not something that ordinary people can compare.

At this moment, the wine-fighting monk relaxed, and he followed his own feeling and struck a punch.

This punch, he was no longer arrogant and merciful, he mobilized six successes.

It's not that he underestimates the enemy, he still underestimates Zhu Houzhao.

But on the one hand, the situation was so urgent that he didn't have time to use more infuriating energy. On the other hand, he couldn't kill Zhu Houzhao with ten successful moves, otherwise the entire Ming Dynasty would not let him go.

The wine-fighting monk still couldn't let go of his hands and feet after all.

Six Yang and a round of purple sun collided heavily.

Puff!

After all, Zhu Houzhao was poised to attack, and the wine fighting monk hurriedly accepted the move. In this confrontation, the Ziwei soft sword in Zhu Houzhao's hand pierced the wine fighting monk's fist, and a smear of blood suddenly flew out.

And the fist of the wine fighting monk actually hit Zhu Houzhao's right arm.

Hearing a click, Zhu Houzhao's right arm drooped down, and his figure was completely knocked out by the wine-fighting monk.

The purple light fades away.

The wine-fighting monk stood on the spot with an unbelievable expression in his eyes. On his right hand, a wound started to spread from the middle finger and pulled to the wrist. The blood was dripping, and the bones were deep.

He was actually injured to this extent by a younger generation who has not yet reached the peak of his innate training!

"I said earlier, don't underestimate me, or you will regret it." Zhu Houzhao's expression was indifferent, and he didn't seem to feel any pain in the right arm that was pulled by the velvet.

As a matter of fact, if an ordinary congenital expert was to take the punch from the wine-fighting monk, he would not simply break his arm.