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

"Master Lian is in danger!"

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Down below, the loud voices of people from the rivers and lakes rang out, some scolding, some praising, and some worrying.

"A sword in a gun? What an insidious method!"

On the ring, Lin "[-]" Wuyou saw this move, and his eyes also brightened.

Looking at Lianchengbi, in the face of this sudden attack, he is still as stable as Mount Tai.

As soon as the long sword in his hand moved, he heard three crisp sounds of 'ding ding ding'.

Lian Chengbi shot three swords in an instant, and opened the sword body of the opponent's attack.

Then the remaining power of the long sword remained undiminished, and continued to kill Ma Yunfei.

Unexpectedly, Lian Chengbi could cope with this, so Ma Yunfei had no choice but to take a step back and draw back the long sword in his hand.

At the same time, the long spear swept across, and the move of "sweeping thousands of troops" hit Lian Chengbi's shoulder directly.

There is no pressure to shoot left and right.

Lian Chengbi was double-teamed by two moves, and the long sword in his hand had to return to defense. The blade of the sword swayed, weaving a fine sword net around his body.

Ma Yunfei's long sword was entangled in this sword net, making it difficult to escape.

At the same time, Lian Chengbi's free left hand stretched out his long spear and grabbed it suddenly.

Then the internal force circulated and spread along the body of the gun.

"Let go!"

Following Lian Chengbi's soft drink.

Ma Yunfei's internal strength was not as good as Lian Chengbi's, and he was holding the gun with one hand, so he couldn't hold on any longer, his left hand shaking the gun, and the spear in his hand came out.

But at this moment, he withdrew his left hand, and suddenly slapped the hilt of the long sword in his right hand, and the long sword thrust forward, breaking through the sword net that connected the city wall with lightning speed.

This is a military kung fu move, called Sashou mace.

At this time, the distance between the two was no more than three feet.

This sprinkling is hard for anyone to stop, and it is also unpredictable.

When the people around saw it, they never expected that Ma Yunfei had such a skill.

Just when everyone thought that Lian Chengbi would be defeated, Lian Chengbi also let go of the long sword in his hand, and a slender cyan sword light flashed away from the cuff.

噹

There was a sound of collision, and the attacking long sword was cut in two, and fell to the ground with a 'clang'.

Ma Yunfei looked at Lian Chengbi in disbelief.

"I lost, Mr. Lian is good at swordsmanship, I admire you!"

After half a ring, Ma Yunfei surrendered, picked up the spear and broken sword, turned around and got off the ring.

"In this match, Wugou Villa wins even the city!"

Shen Feiyun opened his mouth to announce.

Everyone was also shocked by Lian Chengbi, especially at the last blow, few people saw how Lian Chengbi cut off the opponent's long sword.

Under the stage, Xiao Shishilang took a deep look at Lianchengbi, with a bit of dignity in his eyes.

He might not be able to beat the opponent.

Lian Chengbi clasped his fists in salute and retreated.

And Shen Feiyun had already looked towards the seventh arena, and Linghu Chong walked out

Yue Lingshan, who had been waiting for a long time, shouted loudly:

"Brother, come on!"

Lu Dayou also roared together.

The people next to them looked at their attire and recognized that they belonged to the Huashan School.

"This is the disciple of Master Yue of the Huashan School, young hero Linghu Chong, born in the late stage!"

Shen Feiyun opened his mouth to introduce.

"Let me come down and try the martial arts of the Huashan School!"

A man in yellow jumped onto the stage, holding a pair of Emei thorns in his hand.

This kind of strange weapon is also rare.

"Your honorable name?"

Linghu Chong looked at his opponent and asked a question.

"Chasing Wind Thorn, Liu Xing, the mid-innate realm, let me come down to learn the methods of the master sword master!"

After the man in yellow finished speaking, he moved his feet and shot towards Linghu Chong's Xiasanlu.

"Despicable, I think this person is already thirty."

"Chasing the wind and stabbing Liu Xing, he made a vicious attack, and he came too!"

"It's really shameless for such a despicable person to dare to challenge on stage!"

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In the Jianghu, there are three ways to beat people, which is more or less low-level.

Therefore, those Jianghu people below who recognized Liu Xing booed.

Yue Lingshan cursed at the top of her voice:

"Eldest brother, clean up this rotten garlic and see what he can do."

"That's right, teach him a lesson!"

Lu Dayou also yelled.

Linghu Chong drew his long sword out of its sheath, and slashed forward with a move of 'Baiyun Chuxiu'.

Huashan swordsmanship is mainly based on combining odd victories and seeking victory in danger.

If you can comprehend the artistic conception, it will be extraordinary.

As soon as "Baiyun Chuxiu" came out, the sword light in front of my eyes was like a piece of white cloud, which was unpredictable.

For a moment, Liu Xing's pair of Emei thorns did not know where to block it.

If I send it forward, I am afraid that my hands will be chopped into pieces by the sword light.

"Brother, your mouth is better than your hands!"

Seeing that the other party was in front of his first move, Linghu Chong hesitated, and taunted him with a ruthless mouth.

When Liu Xing heard this, anger appeared on his face.

Emei thrust forward a little, trying to forcibly break Linghu Chong's move.

But he didn't know that Linghu Chong's move was a feint.

Seeing the opponent's strong attack, Linghu Chong's swordsmanship scattered in his hands, giving way to the opponent's weakness and making him unable to retreat in time.

Then the long sword suddenly moved faster, the sword light flashed, and Linghu Chong stabbed Liu Xing's wrist first.

唰

A streak of blood burst out, Liu Xing let out an 'Ouch', and the Emei thorn in his left hand immediately fell to the ground.

But when his eyes became fierce, and the Emei thorn in his right hand was about to continue to move forward, he felt a chill on his neck, and a long sword had already been placed on it.

"Your Excellency's martial arts seem to be a little weak!"

After Linghu Chong finished speaking, he slapped the long sword on Liu Xing's neck, and slapped him somersault.

At the same time, he kicked the Emei thorn to his leg, turned around and left, very chic.

"Win, big brother won!"

Yue Lingshan looked at it and quickly clapped her hands.

The same is true for Lu Dayou.

On the other hand, Liu Xing on the ring, with a face full of shame, picked up the Emei thorn and left the ring as if fleeing.

"In this battle, Huashan Linghu Chong wins!"

Shen Feiyun announced the winner and continued to look down.

On the eighth arena, Ke Fang, who was the ring master, walked up slowly, clasped his hands together, and recited the Buddha's name.

"This is Ke Fang, an eminent Shaolin monk, with a late-stage congenital state!"

Shen Feiyun made an introduction.

In the audience, those martial arts practitioners who had seats saw Ke Fang with weird smiles on their faces.

This is true even for some older ones.

But Fang was originally calm, but when he saw the smiles of those people in front of him, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, feeling a little uneasy.

Thinking of making a fool of himself in public a few days ago, his face became even more ugly.

Yuan Ye in the audience looked at it, and also had an ugly look on his face.

"I'm Pang Rong, in the mid-innate state, come and experience Shaolin's brilliant moves!"

A fat young man came onto the stage.

This man is probably not as tall as San Kefang, the flesh on his face is trembling.

The eyes were small and odd-looking.

"Please, benefactor!"

Ke Fang took a deep breath, and put forward the starting hand of Shaolin Arhat Fist.

Under the stage, Dong Tianbao looked at Ke Fang, wanting to see what is special about his Shaolin Arhat Boxing.

"Please!"

Pang Rong chuckled, his eyes almost narrowed.

He took two steps forward and punched him hard.

He was already tall and fat, so when his internal strength moved, this punch made the wind howl.

But Fang lowered his body forward, and rushed forward with a move of 'boy worshiping Buddha'.

The trick is extremely simple, basically anyone in Shaolin Temple can do it.

People in the rivers and lakes have seen it more or less, and don't take it seriously.

But when Pang Rong saw the opponent's attack, he felt as if there was a boy in front of him, who was bowing to the Buddha with both hands, and his punch seemed to be punched into cotton, and was blocked by the opponent.

With a loud roar, he jumped up, and threw himself forward heavily, but it was a move of 'Mount Tai'.

One can imagine the power of a person weighing two to three hundred catties jumping up and then smashing down hard.

But Fang took two steps back to avoid it, taking advantage of Pang Rong's fall before he could stand still.

At the same time, he punched forward with his left hand, and kicked hard with his right foot, hitting the opponent's forehead, and that punch also hit the opponent in front of him.

But this punch and kick didn't hurt Pang Rong in the slightest.

He learned the martial arts of Huajin, and his fat body completely dispelled the strength of Ke Fang's fists and feet.

"Hey, little monk, my flesh is not for nothing."

Pang Rong laughed again, and grabbed Ke Fang with a pair of fat hands...

But Fang shortened his body, and with a move of 'backstep push palm', he slammed into his heart hard.

Even though Pang Rong was fat and had amazing defenses, the opponent was still a little higher than him, and his internal strength was stronger and purer than him.

The whole person crashed in, and his elbow hit his heart hard, which made him cough a few times.

But when Fang saw him, he jumped up suddenly, and kicked Pang Rong hard on the forehead with three kicks one after another.