Chapter 977 Hong Yi’s disastrous defeat

Hong Yi's fist seal was placed on the hand knife of Yang Qian's fist spirit. There was no movement. The mighty king Yang Tuo and others behind him couldn't see Hong Yi's expression at all, and saw that no strange phenomena appeared. Then he cautiously moved forward and tentatively approached.

Yang Qian's fist retracted the knife, with a warm smile on his lips. His beautiful eyes were full of clarity, his white teeth were slightly opened, and his voice was like gold and jade, moving and clear, and he said proudly.

"If you are not convinced, you can try again!"

It was as if a dye shop had been opened on Hong Yi's face, with patches of red and green, and finally turned into pitch black. His eyes that were as gentle and moist as jade in the past, which made people feel like they were taking a breath of spring breeze, no longer had a trace of elegance. There was only deep hostility and resentment. Underneath the resentment and hostility, there was also a deep sense of fear and confusion, perhaps even the owner of the eyes didn't know.

Hong Yi didn't understand why, he had already used all his strength to hit his most powerful attack, the Sovereign Seal, and even squeezed the potential and vitality of the Stone Fetus Immortal in order to defeat the Jade Prince Yang Qian in front of him. The phantom of the fist intention wiped out the shadow of Yang Qian's last punch from his heart. However, the development of the matter was completely beyond Hong Yi's expectation. He struck with all his strength and unexpectedly hit After the opponent's sword was struck, all its power disappeared, without any power. It was like a punch from a child, soft and powerless. He didn't even know where he lost.

As for why the hand knife of Yang Qian's fist shadow didn't hurt Hong Yi, the reason made Hong Yi even more frustrated. It wasn't that the opponent's hand knife couldn't hurt him, but that after the opponent neutralized his own full blow, he The power of the hand knife that created the world was restrained and controlled freely without any leakage. It calmed all the spatial phenomena and gave Hong Yi even greater humiliation and frustration.

Hong Yi slowly withdrew his fist seal, and slowly raised his head to look at the shadow of Yang Qian's fist. There was no trace of a gentleman's demeanor in his eyes. They were full of resentment and anger, burning and spurting out, with a distorted face. , his voice was full of cruelty and insidiousness, and he swore.

"I, Hong Yi, was born as a concubine. I have been able to reach today step by step and become the Confucian sub-sage and the number one scholar of the Great Qian Dynasty. I cannot be humiliated by anyone. I will bear in mind the shame of today. I, Hong Yi, swear that I will step on you in this life." At your feet, ascend to the position of a saint!”

Hong Yi's poisonous oath made Mighty King Yang Tuo and others shudder uncontrollably. The ruthlessness and viciousness in Hong Yi's voice made them shudder, and their bodies aroused a layer of goosebumps. Obviously, this big man Qian Zhuangyuan Gong and Ya Sheng have formed a deep and irresolvable hatred with Jade Prince Yang Qian, and they are afraid that they will have to fight to the death.

The shadow of Yang Qian's fist took a deep look at Hong Yi, who was swearing, and the smile at the corner of his mouth faded by three points. There was a bit of coldness in his starry eyes, and then disappeared, and a cynical look appeared on his face again. He yawned deeply, patted his mouth with his right hand, turned his head and looked around nonchalantly, and said naturally.

"Hey, who can't talk big words? I also said that I want to become the Holy Emperor, but is it useful? After all, I am just the spirit of a fist from my body. I will never be able to leave the main hall of the Assassin Hall, so I can only stay here. In the Dao Stone Pillar!"

When Hong Yi heard this, his face turned from black to red, and then from red to white. He was so heartbroken by Yang Qian's phantom of fist that he unconsciously covered his chest with his hands, feeling a little depressed.

When Yang Qian's fist shadow saw Hong Yi's reaction, his expression immediately changed and he said anxiously.

"Don't do this. I didn't hurt you. You are so narrow-minded that you can't beat my fist. You are sulking. If you feel uncomfortable, don't blame me. I am not responsible!"

The shadow of Yang Qian's fist intention is somewhat different from Yang Qian's real personality. He is very unrestrained, carefree, and has no formal appearance. He is arrogant and aloof, but also has a vicious tongue and even a bit of a rogue, which makes people wonder.

Divine Power King Yang Tuo has also heard about the temperament of Jade Prince Yang Qian. Although many people think that Jade Prince Yang Qian is aloof and arrogant and cruel, but according to the information and intelligence analysis he has received, Jade Prince Yang Qian is lonely, low-key, knowledgeable and talented, and his martial arts is amazing.

The Mighty King Yang Tuo and others looked at Hong Yi, whose expression was constantly changing, with a hint of smile appearing in his eyes. They suppressed the urge to laugh loudly. It wasn't that they had a low point of laughter, but they just couldn't help it.

Hong Yi, the number one scholar and second sage who is famous all over the world, was actually teased and swore a poisonous oath by the phantom of Jade Prince Yang Gan's fist. It was really funny, but he was worried that Hong Yi's anger would be retaliated. , so he didn't want to have a grudge with Hong Yi, so he suppressed his smile.

Yang Qian's fist shadow no longer looked at Hong Yi, but sighed boredly, glanced at the mighty king Yang Tuo and others again, with some temptation and bewitchment in his eyes, and asked softly.

"Do you want to be like this future saint who cannot afford to lose? You can try to challenge me to erase me from this pillar, as long as you can defeat me!"

Hong Yi's face turned even uglier when he heard this, but he was concerned about the identities of King Kamui and others, so he didn't get angry. He suppressed his anger and quietly watched King Kamui and others' choices.

The Mighty King Yang Tuo glanced at Yang Qian's fist shadow, then at the eight ordinary-looking handwriting behind him, shook his head and said modestly.

"I'm just a guest of the Assassin's Alliance. This is the Assassin's Hall. I don't dare to overwhelm you!"

Yang Qian's fist shadow nodded slightly, and once again turned his attention to the five elders and three supreme elders of the Thorn Alliance, hoping that they could challenge them.

The eight elders all looked at each other, looking at each other in confusion. Although there were all kinds of strange things in the world, they had never seen such a strange thing. A fist intention turned into essence, and they wanted to make Zhuo himself and others challenge him.

The eight generals seemed to have a clear understanding of each other's plans. They all shook their heads and said in unison.

"Since Jade Prince Yang Qian has already walked around the Assassin Hall, and we, the incompetent ones, haven't found anything, why should we humiliate ourselves? I am willing to abide by my promise, seal the mountain for ten years, and not interfere with foreign affairs!"

Yang Qian's fist shadow seemed to be very dissatisfied with the reactions of several people. He glanced at them unwillingly and suggested again.

"How about you try together and try to wipe me off the pillar?"

A flash of heartbeat flashed in Hong Yi's eyes. He alone was no match. If he was joined by the nine martial arts masters around him, he should be able to defeat him and wipe him from the pillar.

King Shenwei and others didn't know what Hong Yi was thinking, so they all shook their heads. They still wanted to lose face. They would not join forces to deal with a shadow of a fist. Even if they won, it would be disgraceful. Moreover, they had no confidence that they could defeat this fist. Intentional shadow.

Yang Qian's fist spirit gave a dull sound to everyone, reluctantly got into the eight words, and disappeared in front of everyone, leaving only a lingering sound.

"It's so boring! So boring!"

The lingering voice was full of resentment and unwillingness.