I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

Chapter 184: Master of Tactics
After Zhao Zhijing and King Jinlun had a hard fight, they had a rough idea of each other's skills.

"This Quanzhen Taoist seems to be quite familiar with my Vajra Sect, otherwise why would he use Darba's Vajra to block my Golden Wheel?"

King Jinlun had just seen the sword skills used by Yang Guo, and he didn't seem to have any reaction on the surface, but he was a martial arts genius rarely seen in the Western Regions, so naturally he was more aware of the mystery than others.

Although this set of sword skills is still immature in front of him, but as long as time is given, the future is immeasurable.

So when the battle came to an end, King Jinlun had already thought of a strategy to deal with the enemy. The Tantric Dragon Elephant Prajna Magic that he practiced was extremely powerful, and the golden wheel in his hand could restrain all kinds of weapons. No matter how powerful Zhao Zhijing's swordsmanship was, he could not expect to gain any advantage.

Moreover, in King Jinlun's opinion, Guo Jing is still the leader among the Central Plains warriors present, so he intends to end the battle quickly so that he can fight Guo Jing to the death.

I didn't expect Zhao Zhijing to first abandon his sword and then fight with brute force without any tricks. Everything was really unexpected.

"The big monk is really strong, let's continue!"

According to the martial arts Zhao Zhijing currently possesses, the best way to break the Golden Wheel Dharma King's Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra is to use his innate power to activate the One Yang Finger and suppress it with his deep internal strength.

But since it is stipulated that both parties must win by their master's ability, the One Finger Zen cannot be used. Instead, one has to use Tai Chi with bare hands to fight the Golden Wheel. Zhao Zhijing believes that he is not at that level yet.

Just then he saw Darba's vajra, and an idea suddenly came to his mind, and he decided to confront King Jinlun head-on.

Before the words were even finished, the crowd watching on the side had already retreated.

The heroes did not want to miss the opportunity to witness the competition with their own eyes, but they also did not want to be hurt by the loud noise that seemed to be hitting the back of the head. Those with weaker skills could only cover their ears tightly with their hands while stretching their heads to watch carefully.

"Buzz!"

Relying on the weight of the vajra in his hand, Zhao Zhijing smashed it towards the golden wheel without any fancy moves. After the first attempt, he exerted more strength this time, and the sound was even louder.

But what was different from just now was that after the golden pestle collided with the golden wheel, Zhao Zhijing did not stop. He held his breath and smashed it three times in a row, each blow more powerful than the last, like a rising tide, one wave higher than the other.

If it were someone else, they would definitely choose to avoid the attack first. After all, anyone who studies martial arts knows that such a fierce attack that consumes internal energy cannot last long.

Once the momentum is over, it will be difficult to continue.

However, King Jinlun was extremely conceited. Seeing that Zhao Zhijing, a junior, actually wanted to challenge the hard skills that the Vajra Sect was best at, he would be embarrassed even if he hesitated to dodge, let alone avoid it.

So he stood still and only used the golden wheel to parry. Although the opponent's attack was fierce, he finally took it one by one.

However, the two men fought so hard that the force of the collision was probably more than a thousand pounds. He and Zhao Zhijing were able to withstand it and not suffer too much damage thanks to their profound cultivation, but the Golden Wheel and the Vajra could not withstand it and became innocent victims.

I saw that the vajra was covered with scars and showed signs of breaking, and the sharp edge on the outside of the golden wheel was also curled, and even the inner edge had cracks.

"Although this King Jinlun is a top-notch master who is on par with the Five Great Masters, his actual combat experience may not be as experienced as that of the outlaws who live on the edge of a knife in the martial arts world."

Zhao Zhijing swung his palm and directly broke the top of the vajra, leaving more than half of it. The vajra was originally quite long, so it could still be used.

"That golden wheel is made of gold mixed with other metals. In order to increase its weight, hardness is secondary. In the past, he relied on his superior skills, so he was able to deal with it easily."

"But you don't think about why I should go to such lengths to fight head-on. I just do it recklessly. It's a pity that I can't keep this vajra for you."

When King Jinlun saw Zhao Zhijing stop his attack, he originally thought that he was using all his internal strength and now had to regulate his breathing.

"No matter how talented you are, your inner strength cannot be false. If you dare to resist my Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra, you will only seek your own death!"

He was just about to say something polite, saying that as the King of Dharma, he would not take advantage of others' misfortune. This young man from Quanzhen Sect was no match for him, so he decided to let Guo Jing take his place.

Unexpectedly, they found that Zhao Zhijing was not as embarrassed as expected, but broke the vajra calmly, and then they realized what went wrong. The heroes present saw that although the two men stopped, there was still a buzzing sound in their ears, and they also felt a little uncomfortable in their chests.

Although I don't know whether Zhao Zhijing had planned it in advance or just responded hastily, I hope that the competition will not continue like this.

Although this kind of competition, which relies entirely on internal strength, is extremely dangerous and fierce, with the outcome decided in just a moment, there are no moves to watch and nothing worth learning from.

If you didn't know the identities of the two men, you would have thought it was a fight between hooligans in the streets when you saw it from afar, which was far less exciting than the first fight between Yang Guo and Huo Du.

"The Han people are indeed treacherous!"

King Jinlun looked at the golden wheel in his hand and had to swallow back the words he had prepared.

"I didn't bring the four wheels of silver, copper, iron and tin with me today. If the golden wheel is damaged and there is no weapon to restrain the long sword, the Taoist priest can use his sword skills!"

"Or maybe it's just to drain my energy, so that when Guo Jing comes on the field, he won't have to do anything and will be able to gain the upper hand!"

Thinking of this, King Jinlun finally couldn't bear it anymore. Without waiting for Zhao Zhijing to step forward again, he took the initiative to attack.

"It seems like he has figured it out."

Zhao Zhijing held the vajra horizontally, concentrating his attention and being on guard, he saw King Jinlun's arm attacking from the lower left, and the golden wheel falling from the upper right.

This move is called "Double Ghosts Knocking on the Door" and is just a very common move in the martial arts world. However, when it is used by King Jinlun, it is extremely powerful.

He had long arms and legs, and this time, not only could he cover Zhao Zhijing alone, but even if there were two more people, he could cover them all.

Zhao Zhijing knew that the opponent must have a backup plan, but he ignored it. He used the Vajra to dissolve the incoming palm power, and then he still wanted to collide with the Golden Wheel head-on.

"Be bold!"

King Jinlun roared angrily, and the golden wheel suddenly flew out of his hand, drawing a strange arc in the air and flying back, heading straight for Zhao Zhijing's back.

All the heroes were frightened by this mysterious move, and now they were like wolves in front and tigers behind, forming a pincer attack.

Zhao Zhijing heard the wind behind his head and saw a pair of iron palms in front of him blocking his retreat. He kicked out immediately and fell backwards with one leg standing on its back.

The vajra took advantage of the momentum to push the golden wheel, and the whistling sound became louder, turning to fly towards the Golden Wheel Dharma King.

King Jinlun was just preparing to block the attack with both palms, which would surely break both the foot and leg bones of the kick.

But he was very tall, and he had no time to strike out with his palm and then duck his head, so he was hit directly by the golden wheel and was doomed to die on the spot.

Therefore, he had to change his tactics. He used his left palm to receive the kick and his right palm stroked the attacking golden wheel. The golden wheel seemed to be alive, pausing for a moment in the air, and then flew towards Zhao Zhijing again.

"Boom!"

One of them kicked and the other struck out with a palm, and it was like beating a cowhide drum, and a muffled sound was instantly heard.

After Zhao Zhi fell down, he stood up suddenly. When the time was right, he inserted the vajra into the hole on the golden wheel. Then he followed the wheel and turned around in place, forcing back the Golden Wheel Dharma King who was following closely.

"open!"

(End of this chapter)