"Oh, it's not good to speak like this. I mean it's very bad. The Chinese are always so self-righteous. I have heard of it before. They regard all their neighbors as their subordinates. This is an abnormal mentality that is superior to others at the core. I was a little unbelievable at the time, but now I believe it. It's true that this is the case. This young man is very naive and too naive. It's ridiculous to dare to crown himself after winning a battle. Archbishop, do you think so?!" Sheremejeff smiled at Archbishop Nicon.

But Archbishop Nikon did not laugh. He knew it was not funny at all. After witnessing the decisive battle between Yi Tusheng and Mazepa, he felt that Yi Tusheng was a very terrible person. Although he did not understand the martial arts used by Yi Tusheng, just as Yi Tusheng could not understand Mazepa's martial arts, they could both feel that each other was like a sharpened steel needle, and it would not feel good if it touched.

Necon walked to Yi Tusheng and said in a deep voice: "Dignity of the Church..."

Yi Tusheng hurriedly said, "You are welcome. We are not church members. I am a free person and never join any religious organization. You should call me a guest, it is more appropriate."

"Okay, distinguished guest, I watched your performance just now and found that you are indeed very capable, but I felt that the sword in your hand was very strange, and there was always a kind of evil aura shining on it. Can you show me this sword?" The Archbishop said modestly.

Yi Tusheng thought to himself, how could this old guy recognize the Chinese sword? He must have tried to do something on my sword so that I could lose to the person in front of me. Just as I was tired of using the sword at this moment, I was just about to have some other martial arts, so I immediately handed the magic sword to Nikon: "Look at it casually, I decided to compete with this general with empty hands."

Although Sheremaigeff was wearing a military uniform, there were two giant axes inserted diagonally on his back. Although it was not as powerful as wearing armor, the sharp edge on the axe was enough to make people feel scared.

"Clang clang!" As a threat, Sheremayev drew the two axes out of the jumping sparks, just like a pig slayer grinding his own knife. The fat meat on his face was piled up one by one, and combined with the green bearded stubble, he looked like a butcher who had just walked out of the market.

"It seems you are ready." Yi Tusheng had a strange feeling. Every time the general took a step forward, the temperature on his side would rise a little, and every time he lifted it, the footprints under his feet would become deeper, which shows that his skills are rising up "step by step", and his skills tend to be like the skill of the Lieyang Palm, which is fire-attributed. This skill is sometimes very lethal, especially the intimidation power is unparalleled.

Sheremai Jeff was also watching Yi Tusheng. Yi Tusheng stood there motionlessly without any movement, but he had burned his small universe by 60% of its intensity, which was the limit he could burn. To break through this limit, it would have to go through decades of hard practice or some kind of adventure.

"Boom!" First, Sheremayev's axe was probably because of the long friction between each other and the heat continued to rise, and a string of flames that violated the laws of physics were drawn. When Yi Tu was two steps away, fire snakes rushed towards Yi Tu Tu.

"What a great axe. Today I will use the Red Sun Big Hand Seal, the Eight-Step Soul Chasing Hand, and the Wanli Piaoxiang Palm to meet you!" Yi Tusheng meant that he wanted to integrate his own unique skills to deal with this kind of special Western martial arts, a martial art that he had never seen before.

Yi Tusheng condensed his hands into the shape of claws, and then the steps under his feet quickly moved, and his body suddenly became vague and unrestrained. Moreover, the two claws appeared next to the general from time to time, and they were extremely mysterious. At this moment, two endless flames had already appeared at the sharp blade of the general's axe, slashing towards Yi Tusheng one by one. Every time he slashed out, a trajectory burned to gray black on the ground. Some pebbles could not withstand the high temperature washing and actually burst into powder.

"It's really amazing. I must learn this kind of Western martial arts when I have the chance in the future. Although it may not be more powerful than the martial arts of our Central Plains, it is really special. It has the same skills. I like it very much. I want to learn it." Yi Tusheng used his steps to trick the soul to avoid it, and the soul-chasing hand attacked more than a dozen key parts in succession.

What Yi Tusheng didn't expect was that the seemingly bulky Sheremejeff was speeding at lightning, and there was no need for Yi Tusheng to be slow at all. Originally, in Greek legends, practicing this martial arts to the end could exceed the speed of light, but that was just a legend. It was not easy to achieve Yi Tusheng's speed.

Yi Tusheng used a soul-chasing hand to attract his sight, but then his left hand used the Wanli Piaoxiang Palm attack on the left. Both of the two rules were all from the Central Plains. After they were combined, it immediately affected Sheremaigeff's routine. He didn't know how to attack.

At this time, Yi Tusheng began to use his killer weapon, using the Red Sun Big Handprint, and flew in the air, like a Buddha falling from the sky. The handprints on both hands changed differently and rushed towards each part of the general's body. However, the general's axe still slashed out flames and smashed him. However, Yi Tusheng's Big Handprint was too mysterious, and his body movements completely followed the trajectory of the soul-chasing hand, so it was not something he could catch. After a few strokes, the Russian strongman suffered a loss and was hit on the back several times.

"Sharp Axe Fire Snake Dance!" The general who felt that he was about to fail suddenly changed his strategy and began to use his most powerful killer weapon. He used a sharp axe Fire Snake Dance and suddenly swung the two axes, turning them into two bites or forming a windmill and strangled towards Yi Tusheng.

Yi Tusheng laughed: "Since you have started to use your ultimate move, then I'm not polite. I'll follow it and use it. Come on, let's try our "Super Heavenly Demon Hand" in Piaoxiang Sect." With Yi Tusheng's innate skills at this moment, it has already exceeded Chu Shaoyang's power dozens of times. The Super Heavenly Demon Hand is three feet in a radius, and suddenly explodes out of his chest, ripping out a whirlwind, blowing sand and stones, and with the thunderous thunderous force, it actually hits a sharp axe fire snake.

When they hit each other, the big hand was refined by Yi Tusheng and was already incredible. After pretending to disperse the Fire Snake Wu, he grabbed Sheremaichev's body with five fingers. However, Sheremaichev still had some remaining skills, and fell down after struggling. However, Yi Tusheng was still unwilling to give up. His palm suddenly slapped down, and the powerful airflow pushed Sheremaichev, who was about to stand up, and knelt down to the ground again.

Sheremaigeff was burning his own universe desperately to stand up, and the muscles in his body were shaking like water waves slapped by pressure. His legs were pressed by huge palms and penetrated under the ground. There were bursts of crackling sounds from his legs, as if they were about to break.

Finally Yi Tusheng took a breath and added another force. Sheremaigeff, a figure known as the number one in the Russian military, knelt on the ground with a click, and then lay on the ground, and could no longer get up. At this time, the giant giant hand floating above his head would definitely be crushed to pieces as soon as he slapped down, but when the big hand was slapped, a woman suddenly shouted in a voice: "Warrior, please show mercy, I would like to thank you for my son!"


Chapter completed!