The naughty and cowardly little crybaby sold himself out

Chapter 129 This speed is too fast, so fast that Jing Muyang can't dodge

At half past the hour of Wei, a large crowd gathered outside the gate of Mulager City.

Arsalan and Jing Muyang are in the center of the venue. Their decisive battle will determine the fate of the two countries for at least the next twenty years.

Arsalan didn't take Jing Muyang seriously at all. He was superior to Jing Muyang in size, strength and internal strength, except that he was not as agile as Jing Muyang.

Jing Muyang was also very serious. He knew the gap between himself and Arsalan. However, when practicing with Su He and the others these days, he did find some countermeasures. Perhaps he could defeat Arsalan by relying on his agility.

Arsalan raised the knife in his hand and spoke first, "War King, please!"

Jing Muyang took off the two tokens from his waist and rubbed them in his hands. He seemed to remember a lot of things that happened when he was practicing martial arts in the past.

Chu Jian taught him many moves and concepts that did not exist in this world, although most of what she taught were single moves, here and there, and she herself could not use them.

However, her description was very vivid, with sound effects and even gestures with her hands and feet. She also practiced the health-preserving Tai Chi for a while every day, saying that it was one of the most powerful moves in the world, and she insisted that he practice it with her.

Jing Muyang thought about it and a smile inadvertently appeared on his lips. He had just met that strange woman. Was she doing well in her world? Did she still remember him? Would she miss him?

Looking at the smile on Jing Muyang's lips, Arsalan chuckled.

"Is there something else that you haven't explained clearly, Lord Zhan? Do you want me to give you a little more time? Hahaha..."

The people behind him laughed along with him.

Jing Muyang then raised his head, put the two jade orders into his arms, drew out his sword, and returned to his previous seriousness.

"Arsalan, please!"

Arsalan came over with a sword in hand, and the two men officially fought. For a while, the sound of swords clashing was endless. After dozens of rounds, there was no winner. However, those who were good at martial arts could see that Arsalan had the upper hand. Jing Muyang was struggling and almost had the sword in his hand dropped.

Jing Muyang simply threw away the sword in his hand and shook his wrist. He almost couldn't withstand the attack just now.

"No weapons? Fine, I'll fight you to the end!"

Arsalan also threw away the knife in his hand, moved his wrist slightly a few times, and then punched forward.

Jing Muyang caught the fist that was about to hit him and dodged sideways. With Arsalan's own strength and Jing Muyang's move, he almost couldn't stop, but Jing Muyang dodged his fist steadily.

A little angry! Arsalan turned around and continued to attack. Jing Muyang responded with moves. After dozens of rounds, it can be seen that Arsalan was struggling. On the other hand, Jing Muyang seemed calm and composed.

"What kind of kung fu are you using?" Arsalan looked at him again.

"Mixed punch!"

As for how many kinds were mixed together, he didn't know. There were moves he had practiced before, the single moves taught by Chu Jian, and even the moves of the health-preserving Tai Chi.

Chu Jian once told him a martial arts concept: use the absence of rules as rules, use the infinite as the finite, integrate various moves, not be bound by formal routines, change the path according to the situation, and dissolve everything into the invisible.

Concepts are important and very practical at critical moments.

Jing Muyang flew up. He had been defending and dodging just now, which consumed a lot of Arsalan’s strength. Now it was his turn to attack.

Jing Muyang attacked frequently, punching, palming, elbowing, kneeing, kicking, hitting the head, patting the shoulders, hitting the chest, kicking the lower body, and each move was unexpected. Although Arsalan's counterattacks were also powerful, there were always a few that hit the real target.

Finally, after Jing Muyang elbowed him in the back of the neck, Arsalan was knocked to the ground. Although he stood up quickly, he felt a sharp pain and a flash of numbness throughout his body.

Jing Muyang was very surprised that the Dazhui point did not suffer much impact after being hit with full force?

Arsalan looked at Jing Muyang again. These strange moves had no routine at all and it was impossible to tell where they started. It seemed that he had underestimated him.

Jing Muyang had also consumed a lot of physical strength at this time. Arsalan was too big and his internal strength was too deep. Although he had consumed a lot of his energy, it was not so easy for him to defeat him.

Both of them paused for a moment. Arsalan pulled out a dagger from his waist and rushed forward. Jing Muyang dodged and Arsalan followed closely. The waving dagger seemed like it would cut Jing Muyang at any time.

Jing Muyang dodged sideways again, and before Arsalan could turn around completely, he kicked the wrist holding the dagger, bent his knee and jumped up with his other leg to hit him in the jaw.

Arsalan managed to block the attack with one hand, preventing it from hitting his throat, but was also hit in the chest by the force and took several steps back. If it weren't for his massive physique, he would have probably fallen down.

Jing Muyang's technique can only be broken by getting close to him.

While the two men were fighting fiercely, their subordinates were equally nervous. Qingshan had already prepared emergency medicine, and the court doctor and medicine boy were with the army, but even so, they were still nervous.

If it's just an injury, then it can be treated. But if it's a fatal blow, then how can it be treated? No matter how good the medicine is, it won't work.

Toya was even more stunned. Arsalan was the highest-level warrior in Northern Sai, and she knew very well what stage his skills were at. She originally thought that the War King's decisive battle with him was just a temporary stopgap measure, but she didn't expect the War King to be so powerful.

However, Arsalan still seized the opportunity to get closer, grabbed Jing Muyang's arm, and stabbed at him with the dagger in his other hand. The force was so great that Jing Muyang could not get rid of it.

Seeing that the dagger was about to stab him, at the critical moment, Jing Muyang ignored the dagger. On the contrary, he grabbed Arsalan's arm with his backhand, and with his other hand, he gathered all his strength and punched Arsalan in the throat.

The speed was too fast, so fast that Arsalan couldn't dodge it, and so fast that Jing Muyang couldn't dodge it either.

One had his throat pierced by a inch-long punch, and the other had his chest stabbed by a dagger. Both fell to the ground at the same time, both bleeding.

"Your Majesty!"

Qingshan and his companions flew forward and stuffed a pill into the man's mouth. The court doctor also came over and quickly checked him.

"Kings!"

Arsalan's men also ran over, but it was obvious that not only Arsalan's throat but also his trachea was pierced. He hugged his throat and struggled on the ground for a few times, but there was no way he could be saved.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

They certainly didn't expect this result and were still in shock. Qingshan and a few others protected Jing Muyang.

The court physician had not yet pulled out the dagger, but sprinkled some hemostatic powder and ordered people to carry Jing Muyang into the city immediately.

Qingshan heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this. They had been dealing with each other for a long time, and some things didn't need to be made clear to be understood. The court doctor should be confident that he could save the prince.

"Keep calm and follow the plan."

Qingshan asked Qingmu Qingye to escort Jing Muyang to retreat, and the rest of the people confronted Arsalan's men on the opposite side.

Both sides had a lot of soldiers, but the difference was that the opponent did not expect Arsalan to die, so they became confused and panicked.

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