Chapter 325

With one punch, blood exploded on Zheng Anqi's face, as if a silk shop had been opened, red, black, and purple all blooming out; his vision went black, he fainted for an instant, and only instinctively raised his hands to protect his face.

But how could Li Miao spare him? Fists fell like raindrops, splashing all the way along his head and down his torso, beating the Dharma robe until it was teetering, and it looked like it was about to be broken!

Zheng Anqi finally regained his senses, his pupils shrank again, and he only felt that he had lost half his field of vision, thinking that one of his eyes had been crippled by Li Miao.

But he had no time to feel this pain—because Li Miao had already broken through the Dharma robe and was kicking toward his crotch!

If this kick landed solidly, even if he didn't die on the spot, he would lose all ability to resist and be left to Li Miao's mercy.

Slapping one palm on the ground, Zheng Anqi's figure suddenly darted backward, barely avoiding Li Miao's kick, and then reached out to pull at his waist!

Li Miao raised an eyebrow.

Zheng Anqi's pull actually tore off a corner of the Dharma robe condensed from Qi, gripped it in his hand, and when he raised it to his chest it had transformed into a long strip, and by the time he raised it to his face, it had become a semi-transparent long flute glowing with cold light.

"It can be used like this?"

Li Miao thought to himself, then felt relieved.

Zheng Anqi had used the Dharma robe to attack him, directly piercing his thigh, which meant that this Dharma robe could be hard or soft, so it was not strange that it could condense into other shapes.

And this also answered another question—that is, in the era when nature cultivation had not yet been lost, how those Heavenly Humans who used weapons fought.

After all, in terms of the forging technology of this era, few materials could withstand the fighting of the Heavenly Human realm, and it was even rarer at the level of the third path, so they couldn't all fight by "turning fists into spears" or "turning fingers into swords," right?

It seems that those sayings like "having a sword in the heart" or "turning the swordless into the swordless"... actually referred to turning Qi into a sword.

Thoughts flashed, actually only for an instant, Li Miao had already chased in front of Zheng Anqi, his fist charging straight at the long flute! Zheng Anqi wouldn't take this thing out now without a reason; the more the opponent wanted to do something, the less he could let him succeed!

But Zheng Anqi leisurely brought the long flute to his lips, the corner of the Dharma robe suddenly rolled up, blocking Li Miao's punch!

The next moment, Li Miao's brows suddenly furrowed.

Pain rippled in his mind.

There was no sound, at least Li Miao didn't hear any sound, but he clearly felt the hair on his skin suddenly stand on end. A pain he had never experienced before instantly swept through his mind.

The unfamiliar pain made Li Miao, a killing embryo who used his own body as a weapon, furrow his brows for the first time in a fight.

Sound technique.

The fundamental Wu Gong of the Penglai inheritance, the Wu Gong that had nearly wiped out the entire Mount Emei sect in a few breaths, and had not appeared in the Wu Lin for over a thousand years!

Zheng Anqi withdrew to dodge, continuing to play silently.

He shouldn't have been close-quarters fighting in the first place; this invisible, intangible, and difficult-to-guard-against sound technique, plus the protective Dharma robe, was the foundation of the Yingzhou inheritance for thousands of years!

Let's see how you deal with it!

Li Miao smiled ferociously.

"Really ugly."

Before the words fell, he raised his hands and slapped his own ears twice!

When he took them down, two thin streams of blood flowed out of his ear canals like small streams, then dried up.

"You!"

Zheng Anqi's expression became solemn.

"You broke your eardrums, does that mean my sound technique is useless!"

Li Miao had already rushed over: "What are you babbling about, can't you see I can't hear!"

The eardrums were damaged, the pain brought by the sound technique was still there, but it had weakened a lot, at least it couldn't cause any hard-to-recover injuries to Li Miao in a short time.

Seeing Li Miao killing his way to the front while carrying the pain, Zheng Anqi had to take down the long flute and point it at the acupuncture points on his arm!

Bang!

The Dharma robe rippled, Li Miao's arm went numb, he instantly lost feeling below the forearm, and his change of moves followed with a trace of lag. It was this trace of lag that allowed Zheng Anqi's long flute to point all the way up his arm, all the way to his shoulder!

Li Miao moved his feet, raised his shoulder to push away the long flute, swept Zheng Anqi away with a leg axe while turning, then flashed to catch up, framed his arm, and punched him in the chest again!

Bang!

A look of joy appeared in Zheng Anqi's eyes, but Li Miao "tsk"ed.

His fist was weaker.

The few points Zheng Anqi had hit, although there were no injuries on the surface, had actually secretly channeled Qi into his acupuncture points, cutting off the Qi circulating in Li Miao's arm.

Once the Qi was weak, the threat of the moves naturally decreased significantly.

Just now, Li Miao only needed three punches to break the Dharma robe, but now it would probably take four or even five... if he were pointed a few more times, he probably wouldn't even be able to break the Dharma robe, let alone hurt Zheng Anqi.

The Yingzhou inheritance lasting until today was indeed reasonable. Xuanlan, Dharma robe, sound technique, and acupuncture formed a system that was extremely bizarre and mutually cooperative, and it faintly countered Li Miao's "My Fist."

And although Zheng Anqi was not as violent and wanton as Li Miao, he had clearly seen a lot of life and death... the psychological warfare against the Emperor didn't have much effect on him, at least not to the extent of deciding the outcome.

This was not an opponent who could be pressed to death by rushing and charging.

Li Miao's moves suddenly changed, from the previous forward-only approach to seven attacks and three defenses.

Zheng Anqi noticed this immediately, and a smug smile appeared on his flesh-blurred face.

"You really—"

Li Miao couldn't hear the sound, seeing Zheng Anqi's lips moving as he was speaking, but he calmly spat out four words.

"Urinal, shut up."

"You!"

Zheng Anqi actually shut his mouth, swallowing the sarcasm back. Because he knew that no matter how much he said, he would only be choked to death by Li Miao's "urinal."

According to An Ziyang's theory, the most vicious and effortless way to curse someone was to condense the point they were most inferior about into two or three words, and then repeat and emphasize it infinitely—until you could open your mouth and spit out two or three words lightly, and it would make the other person's veins pop.

For example, his "stupid pig" when cursing Tang He, and also Li Miao's "urinal" when cursing Zheng Anqi.

This was called "the Great Dao is simple."

As for Zheng Yi's cursing method, like a rapid-fire talk, borrowing the long breath of a Heavenly Human to insult the other person from top to bottom, inside and out, without punctuation, at least Li Miao was too lazy to use it; it was beneath him.

Let's get back to the present.

The two had fought until now, it could be said that all their means had been exhausted, and there were no more trump cards left.

What remained was just trading moves and adapting to circumstances.

The two were entangled, the battle circle was no longer confined to Tianjie, but gradually expanded to both sides, widening the street by dozens of zhang in the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, and it was still expanding.

After hundreds of moves, Zheng Anqi narrowed his eyes.

Li Miao's limbs had been pointed at several times, his offensive power had been reduced by thirty or forty percent, making it difficult to break the Dharma robe.

Next, it was time to decide the outcome!

Zheng Anqi raised the flute, completely abandoning defense, letting Li Miao attack the Dharma robe fiercely, and instead poured all his remaining Qi into the sound waves, attacking Li Miao's brain with all his might!

Severe pain.

An indescribable, severe pain far exceeding physical damage appeared in Li Miao's mind, the tiny blood vessels in his eyes began to burst, and two lines of blood tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.

Yet he acted as if he hadn't heard it, only attacking Zheng Anqi's Dharma robe fiercely.

Zheng Anqi was playing the long flute with all his might, his gaze nailed to Li Miao without blinking.

Now, it just depended on who could hold out longer.

A moment later, the Dharma robe suddenly shattered.

Zheng Anqi, however, showed joy.

Li Miao's body had already suffered too many internal injuries, and before falling, he could only make one more move.

And his limbs had all been pointed at, this move absolutely could not kill him... this fight, he had won!

Zheng Anqi put down the long flute, about to raise his palm to catch Li Miao's fist.

At this very instant—his pupils shrank!

Because Li Miao directly delivered his fist into his palm, fingers interlocking, locking his palm firmly, while his other hand grabbed his collar tightly.

The smile was ferocious.

He heard Li Miao's blood-stained whisper echoing.

"Do you know how the Jianwen Emperor died?"

Zheng Anqi's pupils shrank.

He didn't know what Li Miao meant by this, but he had subdued Prince Ziyi, so naturally he knew that the Jianwen Emperor died in the Imperial Mausoleum!

He could even hear the pitch-black killing intent slowly dripping from Li Miao's words.

Zheng Anqi pulled his hand back violently, but it was difficult to break free.

In desperation, he raised his hand and pointed several times at Li Miao's two arms, cutting off all the Qi flowing within them—the arms were crippled, what else could you do!?

But the next instant.

"Black Pole, Buddha."

Endless sword Qi shot out from the acupuncture points all over Li Miao's body, piercing through every inch of his body.