The field was a little quiet, but the murderous aura seemed to be the essence.

The wind blew south, but everyone's clothes were floating towards the direction where the coachman was, as if there was an invisible force pulling something.

And this is true. Ji Shang's feet took root, and his true energy was infused with his legs, and he was stuck tightly in the spot, but the powerful traction power was still coming from the person opposite.

This is the "rock strength" of the Mohist school. In the world, there is only one coachman who has been practicing it to great success, and he has only practiced this strength in his life, but that is enough.

The sand and stones on the ground were rolling, and the weapons in everyone's hands also trembled. Many people's faces changed slightly, but they did not dare to really let go of the bowstring and let the crossbow arrows shoot at the coachman with the force.

The rock power means that the aura that uses itself as loyalty and stimulates the powerful internal force to drive it. It can pull everything around it, and the scope of influence is different according to the level of practice and the strength of internal force. The most important thing is that the movement and stillness of the object being used is all within one thought. It can be absorbed in front of the body, and it can also return it with internal force. It has its own strength, which is even better than before.

This is a very powerful martial art, especially in the hands of a person who has been immersed in for many years and has a rock-like heart.

Ji Shang was in the middle of it, his face was gloomy, and he had an illusion in a trance that when he was competing with this powerful force, it seemed that even the blood in his body was boiling, and blood seemed to be losing from his body.

He couldn't help but feel angry and hated the boy who used the sword before.

But when a wave of dizziness appeared, he immediately woke up. It was not his own illusion, but the real thing that happened. The sword wound on his chest that had already sealed the acupoint and stopped bleeding was bleeding at this time.

The coolness came from his chest, and Ji Shang frowned.

The blood slowly dripped, and there were more blood stains like plum blossoms on the bluestone pavement.

People around the world always pay attention to the field and can see it at a glance.

Although Ji Shang knew that it was caused by the previous sword injury, they didn't know that they thought that he was injured by the coachman as soon as they fought, and it was the coachman who had taken action before, who was poisoned by the mirror flower and water moon.

Even if there are sharp eyes that it is injured by weapons, it will show timidity after saying it at this time. After all, the one who can hurt Ji Shang must be a great practice. If you say it at this time, wouldn’t that mean that there is still a great practice in the current government city?

The Mo family's faces inevitably showed a little relaxation. Now the situation is very good. If there is a coachman here, the danger tonight will be resolved.

When Ji Shang saw the expressions of these people, he felt as if he was mocking and malice.

The smoke in the night sky has not dissipated, and the light in the field comes from the lights in the bronze hall. The alleys and streets are dim and hazy, and it is not clear.

At this moment, a ray of light appeared.

It was Ji Shang's palm, the orange-red color like a flame, clear and obvious, just like a layer of fire absorbing.

Everyone's faces changed.

Martial arts are mysterious, and there are also people in the world who use art to enter the Tao. All of them have different true qi. They are either caused by exercises or are understood by themselves during practice. Their characteristics are concreteness, such as the meaning of ice and fire. Or the inherited sword technique of the Tianshan Sword Sect, they can cultivate the true qi of ice. Within the moves, internal force can release cold air.

Now, Ji Shang's hand condenses like flames, which is the concrete internal force, which is the perfection of the alien true qi.

It was originally a cool breeze, but everyone felt a little burning.

The coachman held his arms and stood opposite Ji Shang, like a towering mountain. He used rock strength before, not to defeat the enemy with one move, but to see that the person was injured and wanted to try the depth.

But now it seems that it really makes the other party anxious.

"I didn't expect you to be the fifth "Lihuo Palm" of mine." The coachman said, "I just don't know how good you can be."

His speech was already muffled, and at this moment it was even more muffled. When it echoed here, it made people feel depressed.

The Jinyiwei, who held crossbow arrows, hid at high places, seemed to be hit by someone in the chest, and they were a little unsteady for a while. The officers and soldiers of the Later Zhou who were surrounding them also turned pale and looked very ugly.

Su Qing had weak internal strength, and when he heard the sound, he felt dizzy and a little nauseous.

Lu Wenque was beside him and said in a voice: "The Morning Bell and Down Drum in Bodhi Temple."

"What?" Su Qing said subconsciously.

"A superior martial arts combines sound and body refining. Morning bell hurts the enemy and evening drums to refine one's muscles and bones are the secrets of Daxing Temple." Lu Wenque frowned and said, "How could he do it?"

Bodhi Temple is far away from Houzhou, and the coachman is thousands of miles apart from each other. It is logical that there should not be any intersection. Even because of the Mohist family's relationship in the world, they may have a good relationship, but they will not teach this martial arts to outsiders.

Lu Wenque looked at Su Qing with some suspicion. He was wondering whether Hou Zhou had already made plans in secret or had another move in the world?

Su Qing couldn't help rolling her eyes, "I don't know anything."

Lu Wenque didn't say anything.

In the scene, Ji Shang's eyes were also a little confused. Although Bodhi Temple is not as easy as Guanchao Pavilion, it never involves affairs in the court and the rivers and lakes, and only cares about practicing and saving the people. Of course, this is what those monks said, and he does not know whether it is true or not.

But now, why does the unique skills of Bodhi Temple appear on the person opposite?

Ji Shang looked at the coachman and wanted to see something from the other person's face, but unfortunately he didn't.

He took a deep breath, the Xiuchun Sword had already been put away, and the fire was condensed on his palms, reflecting his own light and darkness.

"A mere person from the Mo family dares to call the title of the governor." Ji Shang snorted coldly.

The coachman smiled indifferently, "So what?"

Fifth, I am the only one who is in charge of the capital of Shen. I haven’t left the palace for decades, so it is even more impossible for me to travel thousands of miles at this time.

Of course he is not afraid.

The fire in Ji Shang's hand drifted a little under the influence of the rock force, but at this moment, his eyes were fixed, and his figure suddenly slapped away with a palm.

Fast and dark, there was only a flash of fire in front of everyone's eyes, and they saw that the man had appeared in front of the coachman.

Li Fire Palm specializes in breaking the uncast Qi and blood power of Vajra. Within one step, the flames are soaring.

Between the bright and short distance, Ji Shang and the coachman could see each other's expressions clearly.

The former is a little crazy, but his eyes are calm and calm; the latter is very calm, and even a little sarcastic in his eyes.

Facing this palm, the driver punched him directly. He did not avoid it, but directly fought head-on.

Ji Shang's eyes were also fierce, and his true energy was completely poured into his palm, and the fire immediately illuminated the place.

There was a loud bang between the fist and palm, and there was also a sound of bone cracks, and a muffled groan that endured the pain.

Blood was dripping, Ji Shang took a few steps back, and his expression was even more shocked.

He held his right wrist with his left hand. At this time, his right palm was twisted strangely, and bone spurs pierced the skin, but fortunately it was saved.

If he hadn't just made a desperate attempt to instill the true energy into his hands, the entire arm would have been shattered under that punch.
Chapter completed!