Li Zhichang held the hands of the two, and felt two overwhelming forces surging. He turned his right foot, his left foot as the axis, and turned a semicircle, and the land under his feet fell half a foot. This was his use of the superior method of exercising strength to immediately take root and transmit the strength of the two of them to the ground. This was easy, but if the force was to be transmitted to the ground, he had to use his body as the carrier. If it weren't for his amazing magical skills, he would not be able to do this. A person with slightly poor skills had already exploded before he could fully expel the power of the mountains and seas to the ground and died.

After he was disturbed by this, King Jinlun and the old eunuch vented their strength. The two of them did not hold their palms tightly. Jinlun stood firmly. The old eunuch took a few steps back after overdrawing his skills. After Li Zhichang removed the huge force, he moved his body and pressed the old eunuch's chest and entered a mellow internal force into the old eunuch's body. The old eunuch's face returned to a little rosy, but his breathing was still a little rapid, which meant that he was injured. Only the old eunuch knew his family affairs. He was injured by Hong Qigong, and he always coughed on weekdays. This time, he was seriously injured but did not cough and could not even force out blood. It was obvious that his vitality was gone, and he had not lived for three days.

Only then did the King of Jinlun see clearly that the person who came was a young Taoist priest, about the same age as his eldest disciple, with beautiful eyebrows and beautiful arms and legs, and he could not see that he had martial arts skills. However, Li Zhi was able to separate him and the old eunuch just now, at least it was not inferior to him. This shows that this young man's martial arts had reached the point of returning to the essence, which made people unable to see the depth. King of Jinlun thought: I heard for a long time that there were masters in the Central Plains who had the skills to keep their faces in a state of mind. Often, the old man in his fifties and sixties looked like he was about twenty years old. This man seemed young, maybe he was older than me, so he should not be underestimated.

King Jinlun said: "Who are you, what sect do you come from? What is your relationship with this old man?" He asked questions one after another, expressing his doubts. Although Li Zhichang's name is not famous all over the world, he is also famous in the Central Plains. Both black and white trajectories on both sides of the Yellow River regard him as the number one master of the Quanzhen Sect, and he will definitely be the best in the world within ten years. His reputation spread so quickly, on the one hand, on the Quanzhen Sect, the largest sect in the world, and on the other hand, the Beggars' Sect, fueled the fire. King Jinlun has been in the Tibetan border for a long time, but he has never heard of it.

The old eunuch said hoarsely: "I didn't expect you to save me. You will make such progress in just two years. You are really talented." When he was chasing Li Zhichang, Li Zhichang was a little inferior to him. Now when he meets again in two years, Li Zhichang has left him behind.

Li Zhichang whispered: "Old guy, you almost chased me back then, but I thought of today? Of course I don't want to save you, but unfortunately your unique skills will be lost from now on." The old eunuch couldn't help but be shocked. He was a eunuch and naturally he could not have a descendant, but if he could pass on this martial arts, he would have some thoughts, and he would not be afraid that no one would care about him after death.

Tolei asked the translator to reply: I am unwilling to survive under the protection of others. If you want to take my life, you will compete with me personally. If I lose, I will not be worthy of being Genghis Khan's son.

Li Zhichang then laughed loudly, his voice roaring like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, and the Song army and officials surrounding him could not resist his roar. He was knocked down and fell to the ground. The banner of "Send the Fourth Prince of the Mongolian Emperor's Reunion to Return North" also fell to the ground, covered with soil.

Only Tolei was forced to hold on. "Old monk, I want to kill him, are you going to stop me?" Li Zhichang pointed at Tolei and said.

The officer who was proficient in Mongolian came up and translated Li Zhichang's words to him. When Tolei heard it, he understood that Li Zhichang wanted to compete with King Jinlun. King Jinlun would take his life if he lost.

Tolei asked the translator to reply: If you want to come and go, you will get the lives of Genghis Khan's descendants in person. None of the men in the Golden Family are cowards and will not live under the protection of others. But he understood the Taoist priest as a wizard.

King Jinlun said a few words to Tolei, but Tolei did not continue to speak. King Jinlun said: "I don't know what grudges the Fourth Prince has with you, so I have to kill him. The Taoist priest can tell you, maybe there is some misunderstanding in it."

Li Zhichang said: "There is no grudge. I just want to kill him. Old monk, do you stop me?" King Jinlun said: "The Taoist priest has to take action? Okay, I will accompany you to the end, and I want to see what is the power of the masters in the Middle Earth."

King Jinlun took out the golden wheel from his body and said, "Let's take a look at the weapons." He had noticed that two sword hilts were exposed behind Li Zhichang. He thought that the person who came must have used two-handed swords. The moves of people who used two-handed swords in the martial arts world would inevitably find another way. The moves used were extraordinary routines. People who faced him often hit the opponent's strange moves without realizing it. However, the Golden Wheel used by King Jinlun was specialized in locking the opponent's weapons. No matter swords, guns, swords, halberds, spears, whips, sticks, they were all tied up hands and feet when they encountered them. Ordinary people waved weapons and used them to move them, and they would lose weapons in their hands. So no matter what weapons Li Zhi often used, he didn't care.

Li Zhichang had two sword hilts with gray and black behind him. He pulled out the gray hilt. The King of Golden Wheel thought to himself: If you don’t use both swords, you are too underestimating me. But he focused his eyes and saw that the sword was a little strange, and he asked, “Is your sword made of wood?”

Li Zhichang smiled and said, "Yes, I usually don't use weapons against enemies, but monk, your martial arts are extraordinary. If you don't use weapons, I'm afraid you won't be able to take you down for a while."

King Jinlun said: "Then your other sword is also made of wood?" He still thought that Li Zhichang was good at using two-handed swords.

Li Zhichang said: "This sword is my own thing. It is fierce and fierce, invincible. It will never be used easily if it encounters a strong enemy in life and death. In addition, it has only been used in total two or three times when fighting this old man." Li Zhichang pointed at the old eunuch with one hand.

King Jinlun said angrily: "Although this old man is very skilled in martial arts, he is a little worse than me. You use a sharp sword to me, but he uses a wooden sword to deceive people." He was born in Tibet and thought that Li Zhichang, a master of the Celestial Kingdom, looked down on him. Although the Song Kingdom did not show any foreign force, the martial arts of each of them were vast as a vast sea. Over the past few hundred years, there were countless masters who were famous. They taught all the alien races in the four directions to dare to act rashly in the world. So they couldn't help but make up their minds to defeat Li Zhichang today if they were injured. People who like to teach the Central Plains martial arts world have great masters even outside of Middle Earth.
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