"Ahhh!"

The girl under the ring couldn't help but scream, and it seemed like a switch was turned on. A wisp of divine light gathered in Wang Anfeng's pupil. He shouted, held Zeng Bo's wrist with his right palm and made a sudden progress and flipped it, suppressing the latter to the ground, and his left hand was like a blade unsheathed, stabbing steadily on the latter's neck.

The middle-aged man who acted as the referee had a slightly brighter eyes and nodded:

"The winner is Wang Anfeng."

Zeng Bo covered his wrist and smiled bitterly, staggered off the stage, winning two consecutive games, but he couldn't even take anything. He was really embarrassed. Wang Anfeng's eyes closed slightly, looking at the martial artists who were just as old as him. Those people were either rebellious or peaceful, holding sharp blades in their hands, looking at him all.

The master said, I want me to suppress them all.

Not everyone wants to go.

But no one dared to go up, but he was angry, but no one dared to draw his sword.

So, in front of everyone, the young man with shallow eyebrows and eyes was like a breeze picked up his hands, bowed deeply to everyone below the stage, and said.

"Shaolin Wang Anfeng, ask everyone for advice."

"Please give me a defeat."

After a word was spoken, the whole place was silent.

A young man was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't believe his ears. After a few breaths, he fell down the wine pot in his hand, cursed, jumped up suddenly, and went to the ring. Wang Anfeng clasped his fists slightly, but he didn't even respond, just looked at Wang Anfeng and sneered:

"You want to use us as a springboard? You are too arrogant!"

"I'm too lazy to talk to you, I'll see what I want!"

After saying that, he rushed towards Wang Anfeng directly. The fist path was ethereal and lively, like a turbulent cloud, unpredictable. Wang Anfeng took a breath and clenched his fists.

Since you are going to Lien Zhan, physical strength must be a problem.

So choose...

Kill quickly!

His eyes were slightly bright, and he shouted clearly. His right fist was not fancy at all. He hit him with the most common middle flat palm, with a powerful aura. Because he had just seen the fate of taking over Wang Anfeng's fists and feet, the young man was indeed extremely vigilant to avoid the side. At this time, Wang Anfeng's body suddenly accelerated, and he quickly approached the young man like Zeng Bo just now.

Put your left hand and palm straight into your waist and abdomen.

The right elbow was bent, like a general riding a horse and raising a gun.

Then he twisted his elbows suddenly, and the elbows made a sound that made his scalp numb and broke through the air. The distance between them was steadily stuck in the boy's throat.

The sudden stop was rapid, and a strong wind blew the boy's black hair up. In his pupils that were enlarged due to fear, the face of the boy in front of him was calm and gentle, but his eyes were filled with calmness and indifference like a layup.

The elbow slowly retracted, and the boy's steps became weak and he fell to the ground.

Wang Anfeng clasped his fists and said with permission, then he slightly put his sleeves on his shoulders and bowed slightly to the front.

There is still only one sentence.

"Please give me a defeat."

The sound came out, and no one dared to reply for a while. After a moment of silence, one shouted:

"This is provoking you!"

"Although I am defeated, I am willing to fight this kid, and he can still pick us all!"

Amid the angry shout, a young man jumped onto the stage, not his fist gloves, but a long wooden knife with a slightly raised blade and shouted:

"A disciple of the Zhang family in Forget Immortal, I will suffocate your arrogance!"

"Shaolin Wang Anfeng, please give me advice."

After 13 breaths, the boy surnamed Zhang staggered to the ground, his face pale.

The quiet and sincere voice came again in my ears:

"Please give me a defeat."

……………………

Today is August 15th, and the autumn is getting stronger and it is not suitable for fighting. It is only suitable for watching the red maple fall and the ginkgo blooms gold. At the foot of the mountain is the county town of Wangxian County. All major aristocratic sects have descendants in the city below. The names of these sects and surnames of this aristocratic family represent outstanding masters.

Every year's phoenix feast is the first time these masters have taken off in their memories. Young names are published on the phoenix list and spread throughout the land of Wangxian County for thousands of miles. When they are still immature, they absorb experience through combat and grow rapidly.

But there must be a difference between victory and defeat in battle, and there will always be people who will be treated as pedals.

Or less.

Or more...

Bang!

Accompanied by a crisp sound, a girl's two stabs in her hand were knocked away by Wang Anfeng's two fists and fell to the ground. While gritting her teeth and waiting for the battle, a fist had already stopped steadily in her throat, and at the same time, the unparalleled sound appeared.

"Take it."

The girl's eyes widened, and while she was unwilling to give up, what appeared was fear that even she could not believe.

How is this... possible?

Eight consecutive games, eight consecutive games!

Wouldn't he be tired?

Wang Anfeng exhaled a slight breath of turbid air, feeling a hint of fatigue appearing in his body, but his expression remained unchanged. He picked up his fists, his demeanor was upright, and he bowed slightly to the bottom.

tread!

Almost the moment he saluted, all the young knights and the young men of the aristocratic family looked slightly pale, and they took a step back neatly, giving up a large blank space in front of him. The sincere face of the young man in front of him was as terrifying as an evil ghost in their eyes.

Wang Anfeng stumbled slightly, and at this moment, a long laugh suddenly came from the distance. A wooden sword rang like lightning and landed on the ring. Then a white figure rushed over and stepped onto the ring. He held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, but the wooden sword made a long sword sound at this moment, and a dazzling light passed through Wang Anfeng's eyes.

The latter's pupils shrank slightly and retreated suddenly. At the same time, his left hand slapped horizontally at the wrist of the enemy, and his energy was vigorous. The person who came seemed to know the power and never took it hard. When he turned his body, he attacked Wang Anfeng's neck like a poisonous snake. However, at this moment, Wang Anfeng's right hand had already been raised, his body was deflected, and his five fingers pressed on the wooden sword's spine with extreme precision, blocking the sword.

Then, the energy was full of energy!

boom!

Although it was not very strong, it was enough to urge the qi to collide with each other. Wang Anfeng stepped back, but the figure had already landed on the ring. The middle-aged man who served as arbitration frowned and shouted angrily:

"Who is it!"

"How dare you come here to be presumptuous!"

The man did not answer, but just laughed. The wooden sword in his hand raised and swept it across, landing on the middle-aged man's right fist like a prophet. The arbitrator who took action looked slightly stunned, then staggered backwards directly. The clothes on his right arm actually collapsed into debris, scattered like a butterfly, and said in horror:

"who?!"

"I haven't seen such an interesting little guy for a long time. I want to play with it. Hehe, you don't have to worry about me."

When the person came to lift his clothes, he was a very casual and unruly middle-aged man. He waved his hand to the referee over there and smiled at Wang Anfeng:

"At a young age, I'm quite a big tone. How about it? I'm going to go down too. Tell me, can I fight you?"

"Of course, I will temporarily approve of my internal strength and limit it to ten moves, how about it?"

Wang Anfeng exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the fear in his heart slowly disappeared. In order to calm down and excitement, he slowly clasped his fists:

"Shaolin, Wang Anfeng."

The man laughed loudly and said:

"Hahaha, I have courage and courage. I am the general of Longxiong of Forget Immortal County!"

"Look at the sword!"

Accompanied by the excitement and laughter, Xu Ziyang pointed at several points on his body and pointed the sealing internal force. The wooden sword in his palm trembled slightly, and the sword road immediately unfolded. Compared with the more pure internal force, accompanied by the brisk and sharp sword road, it directly turned into a cold light and attacked Wang Anfeng. It appeared in front of the latter's eyes only in the breath. It seemed that there was no time to react, which caused a burst of exclamation.

The arbitrator's face turned pale, he raised his skills all over his body, and just waited for an accident to come and rushed to save the person.

For example, now.

But just as the arbitration had already taken the right foot, Wang Anfeng, who seemed to be a little confused, suddenly retreated, his speed was even better than that of the wooden sword. For a moment, one person retreated violently on the ring, and the other rushed forward. The sword edge was hanging in the air, unable to move forward, and he did not dare to retreat a little.

The white robe and the ink blue robe were entangled, like white clouds walking above the sky, not solemn and killing, but rather a bit poetic. When he was about to fall from the arena, Wang Anfeng exerted force on his waist, and his body turned, and his fist suddenly hit the wooden sword that had lost its energy, making a slight sound.

A sharp light appeared in the boy's black pupils.

Buzz buzz ~

The energy penetrated through the five fingers, clasped on the sword, and made a crisp sword roar. The young men around him couldn't help but open their eyes wide. However, before they could exclaim, Wang Anfeng had already turned his left hand into a palm and slapped the sword suddenly, shaking the wooden sword several inches before the sword edge rotated.

At the same time, his body deflected, and his right elbow smashed towards Xu Ziyang's waist and abdomen with a spinning force. His sharp and sharp force was far from comparable to the previous attack, and his speed was extremely fast. Xu Ziyang's heart skipped a beat, and the figure had already appeared in front of him.

He was shocked, and the energy in his body turned into a roaring dragon and rushed into the sword. The sword turned with him and returned to his body. After all, his internal strength was much purer than Wang Anfeng. In order to save his face, he also used his "full strength" to protect his face. The sword almost drew a perfect defensive arc when the fist was smashed. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. But just now, a white palm suddenly appeared, and a deep shadow was pulled in his eyes.

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

A few light sounds followed by several acupoints that were as painful as a needle. The internal force was self-confirmed and there was no ability to control the body. The palm couldn't help but relax. The next moment, the long sword in the palm had changed hands.

He was anxious, but Xu Ziyang did not lose his composure. His body stabilized and his palms were intertwined. He was about to use the Yunmo Palm Technique to fight the enemy, but at this moment, a big foot had already kicked on his shoulder with a fierce momentum, and his strength made him stagger and lose balance.

Immediately afterwards, his legs and feet, like a storm, had no rules and techniques at all. They were rough and barbaric, but as fast and fierce as rain hit a banana. In the public eye, Xu Ziyang's figure was forced to retreat step by step. The crazy leg combo ended with a fierce whip-leg thrust. Xu Ziyang finally took a breath, and just as he raised his head, a shadow enveloped him-

In the air several meters, a young man in black blue dress took advantage of the situation and clenched his fist with his left hand and pressed the wooden sword upside down with his right palm. When he jumped to the highest point, the young man's body paused slightly, and then he rotated and slashed down.

boom!

The waves burst out, causing dust to spread all over the ground. A giant ink-colored dragon rushed into the sky, holding its head up and roaring angrily, shaking the mountains all responded.

Wang Anfeng staggered to the ground, and the wooden sword in his hand turned into powder under the huge true energy. He endured the soreness of his body, but his face was quiet and peaceful, and he unsealed himself in front of him. Xu Ziyang, who was as brave as a god general, bowed slightly:

"Take it."

With his footsteps slightly, his eyes fell on the many heroes. Wang Anfeng picked up his hands and bowed to everyone below the stage again.

"Shaolin Wang Anfeng."
Chapter completed!