Tomb raiding: The awesome life that started from Ganggangyingzi

Faced with such a rapid response and counterattack, even a general who has achieved perfect harmony between man and horse cannot avoid it, since a horse cannot be as agile as a human.

In an instant, the warhorse was crippled. Even though it was covered in iron, it couldn't withstand the high-frequency vibrations of the Miao sword.

The onlookers saw that the two sides had only exchanged one move before the general, who had been giving them a hard time, fell off his horse.

However, the general did not fall to the ground. He tapped the ground with his halberd, flipped himself in mid-air, and stood firm, looking at Ji Haobo.

"Such strength and martial arts skills! If he had been born in the past, he would have been an unparalleled warrior."

"What has passed should quietly fade into the river of history, to be remembered, rather than lingering in the world with obsessions, to be despised."

Ji Haobo remained unmoved by the praise; only a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"I'll allow you to unleash your final brilliance. It would be impolite not to reciprocate. Prepare to face my challenge!"

Ji Haobo didn't want to waste any more words. He took several steps, his long sword sparking behind him as he swung it in a half-circle, splitting Mount Hua with tremendous force.

The force and speed were so great that the onlookers were speechless; the sonic boom from the blade's tip was a testament to this.

The general also erupted, his body surging with yin energy. He drew an arc with his halberd to meet the attack, intending to unleash his final brilliance in the name of Yelü Xiezhen.

Ji Haobo's words just now made him realize that the Yelü Xiezhen of the past should not be the way he is now.

He was the Southern King of the Liao Dynasty, the Privy Councilor of the Northern Court, an invincible general, and one of the two pillars of the empire in people's eyes.

He should be proud, and never become a clinging ghost begging for survival, or a rat lingering on in a dark tomb.

“Zheng…”

The violent collision sound was so loud it hurt my eardrums and made my head feel like it was about to explode.

Yelü Xiezhen's body couldn't withstand this attack at all, and he was forced to retreat continuously, with Ji Haobo's longsword relentlessly pursuing and slashing out.

"Clang clang clang..."

The sounds of clashing weapons filled the air. Overall, Yelü Xiezhen was at a disadvantage and was retreating steadily.

"Fifth Uncle, Xiao Bo has such terrifying strength, but there was absolutely no mention of this in the information we investigated!"

Ji Haoran looked at his unfamiliar cousin and revealed a terrifyingly domineering side, extremely domineering!

Every strike sent shivers down one's spine, and the sonic booms from each cut were enough to make one's scalp tingle.

"How would I know? Could it be that he had some kind of extraordinary experience abroad these past two years?"

Ji Qiankun was both shocked and excited. He had heard Wei Guo say that his son was quite skilled, but now it seemed that he was more than just skilled!

"The swordsmanship is like a gazelle hanging its horns, simplifying the complex to achieve a state of returning to simplicity, which is something that cannot be achieved overnight."

His physical strength and power are terrifying. Who is he?

Hidden beneath his hoodie, Zhang Qilin's usually cold and expressionless face showed a hint of emotion; he was now very curious about who this person was.

"His name is Ji Haobo, my cousin, Lao Zhang! Are you surprised?"

A smug smile appeared on Ji Tianyou's pale face. This Zhang Qilin was not from Bureau 94.

But he can be considered an outside helper; you can ask him for help if needed. However, he's a bit elusive and aloof, making him difficult to get along with.

"Tianyou, don't shout in front of Xiaobo, I'm afraid he'll beat you up and make you cry."

Ji Qiankun was overjoyed. Although his son claimed not to recognize him, his hasty arrival so late at night showed that he was still worried about him.

Thinking of this, a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips, making his two nephews roll their eyes.

At this point, the entire battlefield, particularly the camp, had basically ceased fire, thanks to the two weasels, the old woman and the old man.

One was killed by Ji Haobo, another was killed by Biaozi, and the remaining small fry scattered like birds and beasts.

After Ji Lao and Wei Guo arranged for the soldiers in the camp to treat the wounded, they hurriedly ran to Ji Qiankun and the others.

Watching the two figures swiftly and fiercely battling in the dim darkness, especially the sonic booms and the shockwaves they generated, left them dumbfounded.

"That...that's Xiao Bo. This is ridiculously powerful! He can even create sonic booms with his knife!"

Although Old Master Ji couldn't see clearly, Ji Haobo's leather trench coat and tall figure were still very eye-catching.

Remembering what someone said when we met a few days ago, I couldn't help but turn my head to look.

"Wei Guo, you said the other day that Xiao Bo's strength is no less than yours. Isn't that a bit like you trying to flatter yourself?"

Wei Guo's usually stern face suddenly darkened, but he couldn't refute it, so he could only pretend not to hear and turn his head away imperceptibly.

The saying goes, "Don't hit someone in the face," but Old Ji really slapped him hard across the face!

The people next to him almost burst out laughing on the spot, and even Zhang Qilin couldn't control the twitching of his facial muscles.

The battle on the battlefield is nearing its end.

Yelü Xiezhen's halberd was badly damaged; the shaft was deformed, and the crescent blade at the front was twisted to the point that it could break at any moment.

Ji Boda's Miao sword wasn't much better; it continuously unleashed sonic booms, the tip of the blade was red-hot, and the blade was twisted with numerous nicks.

Both sides' weapons were nearly destroyed. They exchanged a glance, and Yelü Xiezhen threw away his halberd and assumed a wrestling stance.

Seeing this, Ji Haobo sneered, sheathed his knife, and moved like a tiger descending a mountain. His hands vibrated with force, distorting the air and creating a tiger's roar.

"Roar…"

The onlookers were dumbfounded, and Zhang Qilin's pupils contracted as he blurted out a gasp of surprise.

"Such terrifying hand skills, even more domineering than swordsmanship, practically indestructible."

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Yelü Xiezhen's wrestling hands were completely unable to defend themselves;

Just as his right hand reached out, before he could even make a grabbing motion, Ji Haobo's left hand blasted open his center, and his right hand immediately struck his chest.

"boom…"

A deep palm print was left on the front of the thick heavy armor, and a hole was blown out on the back.

Before Yelü Xiezhen's body even hit the ground, the vengeful spirit inside had already vanished, leaving only a tattered suit of armor rolling on the ground.

"Wei Guo, what will you do about Xiao Bo's move just now?"

When asked about something that Ji Lao deliberately brought up, Wei Guo replied calmly without a smile:

He'll beg me not to die!

"puff"

"Ha ha ha ha…"

The Ji brothers, Hao Ran and Hao Ran, lay on the ground laughing heartily, completely disregarding their image.

Even Ji Qiankun and Zhang Qilin next to them shrugged, almost unable to hold back their laughter.

Ji Haobo exhaled a breath of stale air, ignoring the conversation of Ji Haoran and the others, and turned to look at the sedan chair surrounded by more than a dozen riders.

Empress Dowager Chengtian was originally planning to slip away, but Biaozi blocked her way.