Martial Arts: Invite the Moon to send me undercover Jin Yiwei

Jiang Yulang was afraid that he would lose.

Just as Lin Wuyou had a thought, he saw that Snow Eagle's body suddenly froze, and then unexpectedly turned around, with its left paw heading straight for the long sword.

At the same time, he stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Yulang's neck with his right hand again.

Jiang Yulang took a step back to avoid the attacking right claw, and wanted to return to defense with the long sword in his hand.

But as soon as he moved, the long sword was already held by Xue Ying's left claw.

Looking at it, he saw that Xue Ying had a black fingertip on each of his hands. He didn't know what material it was made of, but he was able to hold the sword without hurting his hand.

"Break!"

Xue Ying let out a low cry, and heard a 'click', and the long sword snapped off.

Holding the broken tip of the sword, Xue Ying stabbed directly at Jiang Yulang's heart without holding back.

Jiang Yulang stepped back quickly, and at the same time shouted loudly:

"I surrender!"

But Xue Ying didn't care, with a fierce smile on his face, he didn't stop breaking the sword.

"Please also show mercy!"

At this moment, a calm voice sounded.

Xue Ying only saw a palm attack from the side piercing the air, and quickly stopped, the attacking palm slapped in front of him and landed on the ring.

砰

The gravel flew around, and when Xue Ying looked at Jiang Yulang again, a middle-aged man with a horn beard appeared in front of him, and the other person was looking at him.

"The little brother's martial arts are strong, and the dog's martial arts is not good, but he won't die at the hands of the little brother."

"Besides, he has already conceded defeat, and your Excellency is still relentless. It would be too cruel to put him to death!"

Jiang Biehe stared at Xue Ying in front of him, although he still had a smile on his face, but he was very dissatisfied in his heart.

Xue Ying shot fiercely, if he hadn't been paying attention just now, his son might have died.

And seeing the strength of the opponent's palm, Xue Ying also knew that his martial arts were not as good as the opponent's, but he still refused to accept it:

"The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. He lost to me. I can do whatever I want. If you want to fight, then I will accompany you."

The smile on Jiang Biehe's face froze, and the killing intent flashed away.

"Sure enough, heroes come out of youth, but rigidity is easy to break, little brother should pay attention to it!"

After Jiang Biehe finished speaking, he looked at his son.

Jiang Yulang looked a little ashamed, and followed his father out of the ring with his head down.

The people in the arena below who were going to watch the excitement were very surprised at this time.

He didn't think that it would be fine if this young man who was not good at pulling won, and he would not give Jiang Biehe face like this.

"What an arrogant boy, I will teach him a lesson later."

"Looking at his attack is a killer move, brother, you should be careful!"

"This kid thinks that he has some means to be great, and he doesn't even respect seniors like Jiang Daxia."

………………

Listening to the discussion below, Xue Ying sneered, went to the chair on the ring and sat down, waiting for the next round.

"In this battle, Jianghu Sanren Xueying won!"

Shen Feiyun glanced at (aeda) Xueying, and then looked at Hua Wuque on the fifth ring.

Hua Wuque waved the folding fan in his hand, got up and walked to the center of the ring.

Lin Wuyou in the tenth arena also looked over, wanting to see how far his junior martial art is now.

"This is Hua Wuque, son of Wuque from Yihua Palace, who is innately perfect!"

After finishing speaking, Shen Feiyun handed over the ring to Hua Wuque.

The people in the rivers and lakes below were all watching, wanting to see who would dare to challenge Hua Wuque.

"No one came up? Then I, Tiefeng from the beggar gang, come to learn the martial arts of Yihua Palace!"

At this time, seeing that no one stood up for a long time, a young beggar in ragged clothes jumped up with an iron crutch in his hand.

His iron crutch was not light, and it made a loud bang when it hit the ring.

Also, he seems to have a limp on his left foot.

"This is Tie Feng, the helmsman of the Beggars' Clan in the south of the Yangtze River. He is only 27 or 48 years old, and he is already in the late stage of congenital status. His crutch is said to weigh [-] catties."

"That's right, it's him. He once beat to death an innate master of iron cloth shirt cultivation with a single stick, and he actually went up?"

"It's probably due to the fact that Hua Wuque has no weapons. His iron crutches are not something ordinary people can carry."

There was a lot of discussion.

One is a student of Yihua Palace.

One is a well-known figure in the beggar gang.

"Hua Shaoxia, please!"

With the iron wind and iron crutches, the stone slabs below were cracked.

The figure used its strength to kill Hua Wuque, and Tieguai also attacked through the air.

Seeing the other party attacking towards him, when there was less than ten feet left, Hua Wuque suddenly lowered his foot, rose into the air, and stepped on the iron staff that was attacking.

Tie Feng only felt a strong pressure coming, and his arm fell down.

'Good strength'!

With a cry, Tie Feng was about to fight back, but at this time Hua Wuque opened the folding fan in his hand, and the fan roared towards him.

The iron crutch in his right hand was pressed, so Tie Fei could only slap it with his left palm, which hit the fan.

砰

His left palm went numb, the internal force covering the fan was astonishing, Tie Fei never expected the opponent's internal force to be so strong.

Carelessly, he backed up, and the iron crutch that was pressed by his right hand also came out at this moment.

bang bang

Taking three steps back in a row, leaving three deep footprints on the ring, Tie Feng stabilized his figure.

But the left hand was trembling unceasingly, and a wound was opened at the tiger's mouth of the right hand.

"I surrender!"

Looking at the iron crutch under Hua Wuque's foot, and his trembling left hand, Tie Feng directly surrendered.

He knew that there was a huge gap in strength between himself and the opponent, and there was no point in continuing to fight, and the opponent also showed mercy.

Below, those people in the world were also shocked when they saw this scene.

Two tricks, but two tricks, congenital late-stage iron crutches and iron winds, just admit defeat! !

Hua Wuque from Yihua Palace is actually so strong.

Song Qingshu, Lian Chengbi, Shi Feixuan and others at the nearby arena also looked over, their eyes a bit dignified.

Even Shen Feiyun was a little stunned to see the winner being decided so quickly.

But soon she came out, declaring loudly:

"In this battle, Yihua Gonghua won without a doubt."

Snapped

With the fan closed, Hua Wuque walked back to the seat and sat down again.

Seeing Hua Wuque winning so cleanly, Lin Wuyou's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a sense of comparison in his heart.

When it's time for him, he must not lose to Hua Wuque.

On the ring side, Lian Chengbi watched Hua Wuque walking back, got up and walked to the center of the ring.

"I don't think there is any need to introduce this one. The martial arts realm of the city wall has reached the congenital perfection. Everyone who wants to challenge, please come on stage."

Shen Feiyun smiled and looked at everyone.

"I'll try!"

As the voice fell, a long spear pierced through the air.

The next moment, a young man in an off-the-shoulder mandarin jacket jumped onto the stage.

He arrived first, grabbed the spear, and then shook the gun handsomely in the air, and landed steadily.

"it is good!"

This chic action drew applause from everyone.

"I'm Ma Yunfei, the descendant of the Jiangnan Ma family's spear, born in the late stage, and I'm here to learn the martial arts of Mr. Lian!"

This Ma Yunfei looked about 27-[-], and saluted with guns in both hands, which was very polite. .

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"Brother Ma, please enlighten me."

Lian Chengbi also smiled slightly, and returned the salute with clasped fists.

"Please!"

With a low shout, Ma Yunfei thrust out the spear in his hand.

His shot was strong and powerful, without any fancy.

Lian Chengbi looked at it and frowned.

Because this marksmanship looks a lot like a battlefield fighting technique, powerful and uncomplicated.

Simple straight forward, but it is this kind of trick that is the most difficult to crack.

With a urge of internal strength, the long sword was unsheathed, and there was a sharp whistling sound in the air.

He raised his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and he slashed away with the sword.

A Zhang Xu long sword energy traversed the eyes, and chopped on the tip of the long spear.

Ma Yunfei didn't pause at all, his internal force was also activated, his hands clenched the barrel of the gun, and the body of the gun shook.

砰

He actually broke up the sword energy directly, and then continued to kill Lianchengbi.

When Lian Chengbi saw it, he became serious.

Turning to the left side, to avoid this straight thrust, at the same time the long sword was slapped on the spear.

The internal force surged, as if a piece of wrought iron had been slapped heavily.

噹

With a flick of the spear, Lian Chengbi took the opportunity to attack inside.

Anyone with a long weapon is afraid of getting close.

One inch is long, one inch is strong, one inch is short and one inch is dangerous.

Lianchengbi will naturally not use its own weaknesses to attack others' strengths.

Seeing Lian Chengbi rushing towards him, Ma Yunfei didn't panic at all. Instead, a look of joy flashed in front of his eyes. He sent the spear forward with his left hand, and then held the end of the gun with his right hand.

'click'

He actually drew a long sword from the end of the gun.

Then the sword light flickered and approached Liancheng's wall gate.

"mean!"

"Good trick!"