Power Fantasy

Chapter 122 The Sword Meets the Opponent

Everyone was dumbfounded, thinking to themselves, what are you pretending to be, wait and see how miserable it is.

And the few people who were not sure of Yizhe's strength and used Yizhe as a secret weapon simply cursed, "Cha! Without Yan Dongfei's strength, and with Yan Dongfei's disease, I am really blind."

Now the two seem to have been completely even-handed.

Yan Dongfei was like a swallow drinking water, his steps were brisk, the sword body was divided into three, and there were three golden streamlines reflecting the sun's rays, corresponding to reality and reality.

In the next moment, it seems that there are 100 million possible offensive methods. The layman can only say that it is very good-looking, but the expert is sweating for Yizhe.

Although Master Wu's remodeled weapons will not hurt people's lives, it is really disgraceful to lose the first move.

In the fighting state, Yan Dongfei's speed is still not slow, but he can distinguish reality from reality by concentrating. Yizhe accurately found the entity and concentrated on observing.

Not moving at all, others just said they were dumbfounded.

"The members of the Holy Fist Sect are all idiots. The gold pin who came just now is dumb, and this one is also dumb."

The audience was discussing in low voices.

Yan Dongfei didn't see it that way. Yizhe's eyes were always fixed on his actual moves. It was really not simple. Although he was motionless, there were no flaws.

Yan Dongfei danced sword moves around Yizhe like this, and Yizhe followed the real move with his eyes, Yan Dongfei felt like a monkey being watched and played.

Moreover, his set of moves was basically used to the end, and when he was angry, he got close to him and stabbed with his sword.

I thought that your eyes can keep up, but your body may not be able to keep up.

Yizhe quickly retreated half a step and raised his sword to draw a half arc from the bottom to swing the sword away, which is also a Taiji gesture.

It's just that this Taiji sword is not like Taijiquan, the sword body is smooth, and the contact surface is very small, while the contact surface between the arms is very large.

At the same time, the hands are more flexible, and can grasp or push, or pull or release, but the sword does not have this way.

In fact, Yizhe still doesn't know how to release his inner strength to the outside. Otherwise, a top master can use his own sword to absorb the opponent's sword and still achieve the pulling effect.

So Yizhe can only swing the sword away with four or two strokes.

Yan Dongfei flicked his sword again, and Yizhe swung away easily.

But Yan Dongfei's pace was extremely fast, pressing every step of the way, the tip of the sword never left Yizhe's heart and face, Yizhe fought and pushed, and after a few moves, he was not far from the edge of the stage.

Yizhe is all on the defensive, only hating himself for not being agile enough.

Between the left and right blocks, he observed the terrain from the corner of his eye, stood back while standing, and blocked a few more moves.

Everyone in the audience looked impatiently, "What are you doing, why hasn't Yan Dongfei taken him down yet, this kid is clearly overwhelmed"

"It doesn't matter, if you retreat to the audience for a while, you will lose."

"That's right, wait to get the money"

Just one step away from the edge of the stage, Yizhe took the initiative to retreat, and put his feet on the corner flagpole that was inserted. Yes, it was his proud Biyou Gong.

It can fly far away quickly by leveraging force in a plane. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is like a flash.

This flash came behind Yan Dongfei.

"It's so fast!" Everyone was startled, and they also had a new understanding of Yi Zhe's skill.

Now some good shows have been watched, and a few people who bet a small amount to win are starting to feel a little happy at this moment.

Yizhe's sword hit Yan Dongfei's back, but Yan Dongfei ducked down like a swallow skimming water, as if flying close to the ground, and passed half a foot away, which was no better than Yizhe's Biyou Gong just now. inferior.

But after all, Bi Yougong was learned from Bi Liang'er, Bi Liang'er is an expert cultivator who doesn't care about Jianghu affairs, Bi Yougong is the highest level of lightness kung fu, it's just that Yizhe only comprehended it to the second level.

This competition is really a match between swords and opponents.

The two were waiting to meet again when the fat monk fell from the sky between them.

"This game, one philosopher loses."

"What? Did I hear correctly, why did I lose?"

The one who started the game was the monk, and the one who judged was also the monk, which is in accordance with the rules.

Yi Zhe secretly smiled, it seems that what Mr. Zhao said is right, a real villain who is cruel and merciless is really better than a decent hypocrite.

In prosperous times, people are incensed, and in troubled times, they close their doors to avoid disasters, and they don't compete with the world.

Akabane Hong pressed 1000 taels to win. If he really won, the monk would give back 5000 taels. How could this work?

Master Yuan explained, "This flagpole doesn't belong to the arena. If you step on the flagpole, it's out of bounds, so you lose."

"May I ask if the defeat between Lin Liudian and Tiezhang just now was based on the judgment standard of fighting for life?" Yizhe asked rhetorically.

"exactly"

"That is to say, it is based on the assumption of encounters in the wild"

"Not bad." The fat monk didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Yizhe's gourd.

"Then since we met in the wild, how can we talk about going out of the world?"

"You are sophistrying. If you go out of bounds, you lose. This is clearly stated in the rules. If you fight on the top of a mountain, if the bottom is an abyss, you will lose if you fall down."

"There is a crooked-neck tree on the edge of the cliff, and I didn't fall down either."

Master Yuan's face was livid.

Yan Dongfei said, "Master Yuan, Yizhe didn't lose, and I didn't win either."

Master Yuan glared at Yan Dongfei and hummed, "Are you the judge or am I the judge?"

This is the Taoist priest who also flew down, "In my opinion, it would be better if the two swordsmen fight each other to determine the outcome."

Seeing this, Master Yuan could not speak any more, glared at Yizhe and Yan Dongfei, and left in displeasure.

This Yan Dongfei is pretty good, he has good character and martial arts, and is worth making friends with, Yizhe thought.

So he bowed to thank him, and Yan Dongfei returned the salute.

The two saluted with swords and flowers again, and opened their face to face again.

On the martial arts viewing platform, all the sect leaders were also attracted by the wonderful battle between the two.

The host praised Zhao Shijun and Yan Zifei, "Congratulations to both of you. With such a beloved apprentice, this competition will make Luofeng Mountain shine."

Yan Zifei is naturally the head of the Yanshan faction. He thought he would win the match lightly, but he was so anxious. His own strength is not very good. It all depends on Yan Dongfei to get this position. If Yan Dongfei loses in the first round this year I am afraid that this Jiangbei martial arts will never have a foothold in the future.

I only heard Yan Zifei say to Zhao Shijun, "Congratulations to Shijun alone, this is really a treasure." The implication is that his swordsmanship has nothing to do with Zhao Shijun's teachings.

How could Zhao Shijun fail to understand what he meant, just smiled, cupped his hands and said, "Yes, it is my blessing, Zhao Shijun, a philosopher with such good martial arts skills and excellent talent, so he came to me to think about going further ".The implication is that no matter how good the swordsmanship of Yizhe is, he needs Zhao Shijun's guidance, and such a talented person is only worthy of Zhao Shijun's guidance.

This robbing made Yan Zifei very irritable, "It's obvious that you stole the teacher, look at this philosopher, the swordsmanship is elegant, including the move of Yanzi Luishui stepping on the flagpole, which one is not a move of our Yanshan School."

Zhao Shijun still smiled and said, "Stealing a teacher? I'm afraid it's not true. You, Swallow Flying, can't do the lightness kung fu of swallows sweeping water so well, but you picked up a good apprentice to comprehend it yourself. It is said that You asked Yan Dongfei to teach you the other way around, and you haven't learned it yet."

(End of this chapter)