Ye Cheng raised his head and looked towards the ring. There were already people competing on the stage where he should be. There didn't seem to be a big difference in strength between the two sides. Most of the incense had been burned, but the fight between the two sides was still inextricable. I'm afraid it would take a while.
It's really hard to tell the winner.
As he expected, the remaining small piece of incense burned out quickly. The Wudang judges in the stands quickly pointed out that one person had passed the test, and the remaining person walked down the ring slowly and dejectedly, seemingly unwilling to do so.
appearance.
The three Taoists in the stands seemed to have just arrived, and were not the Yin Liting and others that Ye Cheng had seen last night. He felt a little more relaxed. After all, the Taoist was quite kind to him. If he massacred Wudang disciples in front of him,
This was not what he wanted.
The man on the stage had blood stains on his clothes. It was obvious that he had suffered a lot from the fight just now. According to the rules, he immediately chose to leave the martial arts stage. After all, he needed time to recover his strength in order to prepare for the next fight!
Ye Cheng tapped his toes on the stone floor, and like a bird in the sky, it circled in the air, and then slowly landed on the ground. With a shake of his hands, the blood-drinking spear appeared in his hand, and the tip of the spear tapped the ground, coldly.
Looking at the people in the third group, there was a trace of disdainful sneer on their faces.
Some of these people had met Ye Cheng yesterday, and some had left beforehand. At this moment, they could see a trace of provocation in his eyes. Yes, it was a provocative look. His expression seemed to be a silent statement of challenge to the audience.
Sixty or seventy people launched a provocation.
Putting on a suit of blue armor, his slowly releasing breath and rapidly soaring momentum gradually formed an unbearable pressure. His expression was indifferent, like a god of war from the abyss.
At this moment, the players and spectators in the audience were all deeply shocked by him. For a while, no one dared to take the initiative to challenge on stage, which turned into a strange situation.
The Wudang Taoist priests in the stands also noticed it, and one of them immediately stood up and shouted: "If no one from the third group comes on stage to challenge, they will immediately go on stage to compete according to their ranking. If there is any delay, they will be disqualified!"
After hearing this, a man wearing a brown samurai uniform walked onto the martial arts stage. Although there were thousands of reluctances in his heart, he still had some strength after all, and he stopped dragging his feet and put away his depressed mood.
He slowly drew out the long sword from his waist and said in a deep voice: "Wudang Fights the World, please give me your advice!"
Ye Cheng looked at this man coldly, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, invisible strength and murderous intent swept over him, his body immediately started to move, he raised his blood drink spear and stabbed the man in front of him diagonally.
A faint red light burst out from the tip of the gun, adding a strange smell.
The man frowned, wondering why the guy in front of him didn't understand any rules at all. There was a hint of displeasure on his face, and a burst of white light burst out from the long sword in his hand. The hesitant sword light showed faint signs of breaking out of the cocoon.
He is also a first-rate master.
Zhan Tianxia did not fight with Ye Cheng. The long sword in his hand was wrapped with a blood-drinking spear. The sword retreated as soon as it was touched. It seemed that he did not use too much force, but his attack did not stop there.
The continuous sword movement seemed to come out of nowhere, and it actually rolled the spear in. The collisions again and again actually changed the trajectory of Ye Cheng's spear movement.
At this moment, Ye Cheng was also shocked. Although the person in front of him was not as good as him in terms of momentum or internal strength, the continuous sword power seemed to put him in a quagmire. Unknowingly, even his own spear power was blocked.
Although he was restrained, he couldn't use this shot no matter what. If he attacked him forcefully, it would be like having meat delivered to his door.
The gun's momentum changed from stabbing to sweeping, and it swung towards Zhan Tianxia's head.
Zhan Tianxia suddenly wanted to laugh. The person in front of him didn't seem to know how to shoot. He wanted to fight him with only brute force. He was simply asking for death. Thinking of the disrespect he had just shown to him, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and the long sword was already facing him.
Go up.
The two of them were attacking and defending, and both in terms of momentum and power of their moves, they were full of vigor. The energy that was being released was flowing freely on the martial arts stage, and the sounds of sneers and sneers were endless.
Ye Cheng changed his previous random fighting style. A spear that was more than half a foot long in his hand was like a dragon coming out of the sea, with a hint of scarlet color. He attacked the person in front of him crazily, and the sky was full of gun shadows, which filled up about 10 feet of his body.
Space, but Zhan Tianxia insisted on guarding it tightly. No matter how violent the attack was, he was able to resolve it with a three-foot long sword. His footwork was even more agile and agile, like a small boat in a huge storm.
He is always ups and downs in the rain and wind, but stable and motionless.
The Taoists in the stands couldn't help but nod, attracted by the disciple's kung fu in front of them. They admired the disciple's beautiful defensive skills. After all, they were all Wudang disciples. The better they performed, the brighter their faces would be.
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Ye Cheng silently deduced his opponent's sword skills in his heart. Every time the gun and sword struck each other, he could feel the long-lasting strength, like thousands of threads, binding his gun, and then it was easy.
He was able to draw the spear aside, and after a while of slashing, stabbing, sweeping, and smashing, he finally had some understanding of this Wudang Kung Fu.
Immediately he stopped dilly-dallying, and swiped the tip of his spear, hitting Zhan Tianxia's sword tip. Before he could reach out to change, he quickly stepped back, holding the gun body tightly with both hands, and said with a faint smile: "Wudang's kung fu does have some skills. This is a good idea."
The dexterity of force-removing force is quite good!"
Zhan Tianxia swung his long sword, lowered the tip of the sword to the ground, and said proudly: "Your skills are pretty good, but if you want to break the softness of my fingers, I'm afraid you're not strong enough. If you don't want to make a fool of yourself in front of everyone, you'd better go on your own.
It's better to go down, Zhan will definitely not make it difficult for you!"
Ye Cheng shook his head slightly and said softly: "Your kung fu is indeed interesting. It's my first time to learn how to use your strength to defeat you. However, I already understand your sword moves. I want to defeat you within ten moves.
I’ll take your life!”
"Arrogant!" Zhan Tianxia shouted angrily and said, "I don't want to take your life. Since you are so brazen, I, Zhan, will not be polite to you. I wish you good luck in the next life or death!"
The two murderous intentions collided suddenly, and Ye Cheng's spear swept away again with the force of the wind. This time, he did not disperse the force. The energy in the gun was twisted into a ball, and he attacked fiercely with the true cyclone, and the gun body was even more violent.
In his hand, it rotated from slow to fast. This was the method he came up with. There was not much time left at the moment. If he wanted to succeed in the battle, the only way to do it was to take the wrong side of the sword.
The power of this spear is already regarded as Ye Cheng's pinnacle. The spear does not attack in a straight line, but rather curves, following an arc trajectory in the void that combines the geography of the earth. At this moment, the spear has already hit Ye Cheng.
The city merges into one, as natural as the fingers and arms, and as natural as the heart.
Zhan Tianxia was also shocked. He knew that his opponent had already used all his skills to suppress the situation and was determined to kill him within a few shots. He then put some force on his toes, twisted his body as light as a bone, and raised his long sword immediately.
, tilting it toward the tip of the spear.
Ye Cheng shouted wildly, and all the hair on his body stood up. Coupled with the black clothes, he looked even more powerful. The blood-drinking spear actually made changes in an almost impossible situation, retracting and releasing it with just a few centimeters.
Cha avoided the edge of the sword, changed the straight thrust just now, and pushed towards Zhan Tianxia who had the empty door wide open.
Zhan Tian shuddered and even felt the biting cold air.
Knowing that the power of this blow must be unstoppable, he stepped out with his feet again and again, and adjusted his body according to a mysterious change.
"bite"!
The moment the spear tip reached his body, the long sword successfully hit the spear point.
All the Taoists in the stands also sighed inwardly, secretly praising the disciples' wit and agility. If they choose to avoid or fight against this shot, they will probably face the opponent's full range of marksmanship. At that time, one side will be so powerful.
Rainbow, one side loses its energy, and the winner or loser is really decided.
Zhan Tianxia took the shot with everyone looking relieved, seemingly relaxed and contented, but only he knew how uncomfortable the power of the shot was.
Originally, he was able to use his strength to release the force, and the shot was still within his tolerance range, but what was strange was that after the gun body rotated, a protective net was immediately formed around the gun body, and the long sword was struck as soon as it came into contact.
Swinging away, not giving him a chance to take advantage of it.
Therefore, he could only resolve this shot by himself. His original skill was inferior to Ye Cheng's, so how could he not suffer a loss if he tried hard enough?
The true cyclone in the gun body was forcibly concentrated, and the astonishing force knocked Zhan Tianxia away.
Seeing a great situation, one move was broken. The Taoist in the stands didn't know the mystery of that shot. He just shook his head slightly in confusion. He couldn't help but feel a little confused. He thought Zhan Tianxia was careless and was counterattacked. If at this moment
If Yin Liting were here, he would naturally be able to see how good this shot was.
Zhan Tianxia, who was in shock, did not lose his composure. The inner strength that had not been released in the sword body immediately blocked the invading true cyclone. With the force of the counterattack, he retreated backwards without any confusion in his steps.
The long sword still swayed with white light, blocking the incoming spear like flowing water.
After succeeding with one blow, Ye Cheng was full of momentum and said loudly: "Borrowing strength to unload strength? I see you have nothing to borrow from, how can you still be so majestic!"
The shadow of the gun exploded and once again involved Zhan Tianxia. His hidden strength immediately made him at a loss. He could only wave his sword to block it. It seemed like a simple truth, but not many people could do it. After all,
This level of control is not something that can be achieved easily if the opponent is powerless.
Zhan Tianxia's face was also extremely solemn. He had been suppressed for a while. He simply had a good set of body skills, so he struggled to hold on. However, he was forced to fight hard with every blow, which immediately made his blood boil and made him feel uncomfortable.
I want to vomit blood.
Defeat is already a thing of the past. Even if there is no reluctance, it is the fact. Zhan Tianxia, who was wandering in the shadow of the gun, glanced at the incense table beside him and saw the incense that had burned to the end.
, a tired smile appeared on his face, and he couldn't help but let out a breath of relief, as if he had forgotten the enemy in front of him, and the sword under his hand moved even more slowly.
Of course Ye Cheng knew why he relaxed, but before the sound of the pause could be heard, he caught a glimpse of a Taoist priest in the stands looking at the incense table on his side, knowing that the competition here would definitely be over in the next moment, and the opportunity was just a moment away.
Passing away, he shook the gun body violently, knocking away the exhausted long sword. He was short, and the blood-drinking spear pierced his neck in Zhan Tianxia's horrified eyes.
