Both of them were already standing on the ring, and the referee was also a martial arts master. He looked left and right at the two players and nodded, then stepped back. Bai Lang and Ma Cangfeng were about three meters apart. Bai Lang stared at the person in front of him.
Assessing this man's martial arts prowess - but it's nothing, Bai Lang didn't think there would be any threat. "The match begins!" Following the referee's order, a cold light had already arrived in front of his eyes.
"The speed of the sword is so fast!" Bai Lang was startled, and raised his hand and slapped it. The speed of this slap was also very fast, just like a cat slapping with its claws, but Ma Cangfeng retracted the sword faster, and there was only one shot in the air.
Leaving behind an afterimage of lightning, the Wudang swordsman had sheathed his sword and then changed his position and thrust out again. "Isn't the Wudang swordsmanship supposed to be as soft and as permeable as water? Or the connection between yin and yang is endless, what is the reason for this fierce swordsmanship?
thing?"
Bai Lang twitched his cheeks, and used his palms to turn into claws and grab them in succession. Relying on the martial arts practiced by his thirteen Taibos, he wanted to grab this man's sword first. The Wudang sect didn't know when it actually developed such light skills -
-But Bai Lang seems to have never seen Wudang's martial arts in any life... Isn't it just the knowledge he got from martial arts novels? Who said that the Wudang sect only has the straight-up and straight-down elevator magic skill of Tiyunzong?
Already?
In fact, Wudang's soft skills can flow with the force like wind and water, forming the light skills like this. After Bailang grabbed it a few times, he couldn't hold the sword. "Every move doesn't need to be done at all."
Ruyi has the charm of Wudang's yin and yang cycle." Bai Lang thought. At this time, the two warriors had gone through more than ten moves and had not yet touched each other. Bai Lang's true energy did not leave the body, so he could only use his sixth sense to sense each other.
Possible next changes.
"In terms of moves, the masters of Huashan back then are already inferior. But in terms of sword intent and sword energy, this one is completely incomparable!" Bai Lang also lamented the changes of the times, those who are so delicate in swordsmanship.
Evolution is indeed better than before.
The people watching the battle were roaring - the arena fighting in this world can never be as quiet as listening to classical music. On the contrary, the noisier the better. The so-called warrior's arena battle is not just like a theater to the audience.
Almost the same. The beauty of human strength and fighting has been the same since ancient times. People with insightful opinions are all in the water pavilion, and their comments on watching the battle are very reasonable, such as their judgment of the current situation of both sides.
"Now it seems that this guy named Bailang has the upper hand." A middle-aged man with a majestic air said, and others nodded, "He is so powerful that the Wudang sect boy can't attack at all... This guy
What you practice is Hengli Kung Fu." At this time, a woman's giggle came out, she was a pretty big sister, "Bailang... hahaha Bailang, the same name as that big understanding Shaobao,
Is it possible that the same disciple of Thirteen Taibao practices the Golden Bell Mask? Hahahahaha."
At this time, Bailang had already sneered, and decided not to delay any longer, and simply launched an attack. His body sank slightly, as if he had shrunk into a ball, and the next moment his body grew longer, bringing with it a bloody wind.
There was even a vague sound of roaring tigers. The expressions of the warriors watching the battle changed, "Elephant Fist! Isn't the Tiger Form already entering the palace?", "No more!"
The onlookers on the other three sides below leaned back one after another, and the spectators in the front rows simply rolled back - if it weren't for the police to maintain order and the intervals that had been arranged in advance, people would have already appeared.
It's a human thing. When Bai Lang rushed forward, the wind that rolled up directly suppressed Ma Cangfeng. His Wudang Sect's Qinggong was unable to take advantage of the wind. The opponent in front of him seemed to have turned into a tiger, a huge tiger.
This filled the entire field of vision and rushed over.
Ma Cangfeng also changed his sword style and began to draw a circle. As soon as the sword light condensed and there was a chirping sound on the sword, circular waves of light suddenly emerged like the West Lake in the rain, completely covering himself in it. This is Ma Cangfeng
It’s about the Wudang swordsmanship.
Bailang was carrying a fishy wind, his claws ignored the Sword Lake-like sword style, stretched out and tore apart.
Ma Cangfeng's sword style suddenly became scattered, and the original circle sword style suddenly broke, and the sword in his hand had been caught by Bai Lang. The sharp blade could not cut Bai Lang's palm, but the sword was caught by Bai Lang.
His fingers were clasped firmly. Ma Cangfeng looked at Bai Lang's face, and a proud smile appeared on the bearded face, "Practice Kung Fu horizontally?!" Ma Cangfeng only had time to say this sentence, and the next moment
A powerful force hit him, and he couldn't hold the sword in his hand at all...
The palm of his hand hurt. It should be that the hilt of the sword had directly worn out the palm of his hand under the strong force. His chest and abdomen seemed to have been hit by a sledgehammer. A strong force threw him high into the air and hit him directly outside the ring.
In the water. "It's okay, this is not strong. He will be a little bruised at most. This force is mainly to throw him out of the ring." Bai Lang said to appease the referee and others. The sword held in his left hand was finally taken by Bai Lang.
Throwing it on the ground, he looked at Ma Cangfeng who stuck out his head from the water of the West Lake and grinned.
With one move, Bailang only launched the attack, and Ma Cangfeng lost. The sword was snatched away and the man was blown away. Bailang felt that this fully demonstrated Ma Cangfeng's incompetence in fighting, "Obviously he lacked experience, and the sword was blown away."
He didn't react after I held it. If he really had enough experience, he should have immediately abandoned the sword and used his fists and palms to protect himself or fight back, instead of being stunned."
Regarding this point, the audience in the water pavilion also thought so, especially the elders who included Ma Cangfeng. It is estimated that this person will be trained by his elders when he goes back. The beautiful woman who spoke in front was also a little dazed, covering her head.
She pursed her lips and said: "It's really a practice of martial arts? Isn't it? Is it the Thirteen Taibao's practice of the Golden Bell?" She was quite excited. The masters present shook their heads and nodded, "Not necessarily, after all, the real
The golden bell shield practiced by the Thirteen Taibao has been lost, but this is definitely a rare martial art in the world."
Being able to block the force of a sword is indeed a first-class high-end product in horizontal kung fu. There are indeed many practicing horizontal kung fu in this world, but being able to hold a sword forcefully and remain unscathed is probably the only thing that can be done.
Not many. There are many people in the army and police departments who practice horizontal kung fu. There should be such masters among them.
The referee was already announcing that Bailang had won. At this stage, it was a knockout round, a single elimination. So Ma Cangfeng was out of luck this year... He swam to the ring in frustration and picked up his sword. The Hanfu on his body was covered by
It was soaked with water and his hair was scattered, and he looked really embarrassed.
This chapter has been completed!