() The two sides greeted each other, and the disciples of the Tiandao Sect took the lead in attacking. Fang Youliang just stood with his stick in his hand. When he saw the person coming, he sneered at the corner of his mouth.
The sword has arrived, known as Five Tigers Cutting Their Lives, which is the basic sword technique of Tian Dao Sect and is famous for its power.
Fang Youliang swung his stick to block, and the shadow of the stick landed on the ground. The man flew out, and he used the iron broom kick with his backhand to deliver a fatal blow.
The disciple didn't have time to retract his sword, so he punched out in a hurry.
Bang! Fang Youliang landed firmly on the ground, but the disciple stepped back a few meters and almost fell to the ground.
Fang Youliang looked up to the sky and laughed loudly. He stepped forward and used the 24-way enchanted stick technique of the Beggar Clan's advanced martial arts. All he could see was the shadow of the stick filling the field, which was extremely powerful.
The disciple resisted in embarrassment. He was shrouded in the shadow of the stick, and he didn't know which way was the killing move. Bang! Bang! He was hit on the waist several times in a row. He quickly used the Jinglong Nine Transformations, which was the advanced level of the Heavenly Sword Sect. With martial arts training to the extreme, he can transform into nine figures in one body, making it difficult for people to guard against him. At this time, he transformed into three clones to avoid killing moves, but he was already inferior.
When Fang Youliang saw this, he quickly retreated. That day, the disciple of the Sword Sect finally had a chance to breathe. He had only mastered this move, so he only had five breaths. Seizing this opportunity, he took the initiative to rush over, and the Jing Sword in his hand glowed brightly. When he was several meters away, he roared angrily and raised his knife to chop it down.
Boom, a sword pulled out several meters of sword light, which was full of power. Fang Youliang fell to the ground and rolled to avoid it, but before he could get up, another sword light was pulled across him. He broke out in a cold sweat and quickly used Xiaoyaoyou, Beggars Qinggong Shen Fa, soared into the air and climbed behind the disciple.
Immediately after wrapping the silk to capture the hand, a phantom palm caught the disciple in front of him, and the palm of his hand was so fierce that it was imprinted on his chest.
With a bang, the disciple flew dozens of meters away and fell to the ground, vomiting blood. Fang Youliang stepped forward slowly.
"How dare you!" The young master of the Tiandao Sect stood up suddenly and shouted angrily.
As long as the master of ceremonies did not say it was over, it meant that the fight would continue. Fang Youliang obviously understood this rule. He smiled at the young sect leader and said nothing, but also stopped moving forward. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, You can't do something stupid like killing someone.
Seeing Fang Youliang's smile, the young sect master was so angry that he slapped his hand on the handle of the chair. "You bastard, you loser!" It seemed that the relationship was getting deeper and deeper.
This battle has been described in countless words, but it only lasts for two or three minutes. When masters compete, the victory or defeat is often determined by one move. How can the fight last for days and nights? The sun and the moon have no light.
"Sir, why is the Tiandao Sect so unbearable today? Last time I saw the young sect leader defeated Fang Youliang with two moves. Why does this disciple feel so useless?" Zhang Han was puzzled and asked Mr. Ouyang.
"Haha, there are high and low levels in this realm, and there are also high and low levels in martial arts. It is said that the martial arts of various sects have ranks that can be checked, and the power doubles from small to large. For example, you see the Arhat Fist, but it's just Shaolin The third-level martial arts is only considered the elementary level, and the Five Tigers' Life-Destroying Sword Techniques are also only at the third level, but the twenty-four enchanted stick techniques of the Beggar Clan are seventh-level martial arts, which are considered advanced. The distinction between these levels is vague. The concept can be used as a reference, but it should not be superstitious."
"Why?"
"Because great wisdom is like stupidity, often the simplest martial arts will be infinitely powerful when practiced to the highest state. I heard the master say before that although individual martial arts are divided into four realms: Beginner, Master, Xiaocheng, and Dacheng, there is actually another realm behind it. It is trance. Being trance is not a simple increase in power, but a qualitative leap. Unfortunately, my master passed away a hundred years ago and has never surpassed Dacheng. Otherwise,, hey..." Mr. Ouyang said, thinking of his master who has been with him for decades. There was sadness in my heart.
Zhang Han is not sad, only moved. This is the first time he has heard that there is a state of trance. It has been a long time since his nameless sword skills reached the realm of Dacheng, and there has been no progress. The proficiency has long been capped. How to trance, how to trance, he
Lost in thought.
Thinking that Mr. Ouyang's master had not made any progress in his cultivation for hundreds of years, Zhang Han felt that he was a little too ambitious. For now, he still worshiped the sect and practiced more advanced martial arts. He got rid of his thoughts and looked at the field again.
In the fourth game, Longmen versus Tangmen, one is good at using spears and the other is good at using hidden weapons. The two have reached the end of their fight at this time. Under the influence of the disciples of the Beggar Clan last time, although this competition was done to the point, they are now completely let go.
He opened it and unleashed his ultimate move as if he was desperate.
The light in the arena was so bright that it blinded the eyes of everyone present. They couldn't see the moves at all. In the end, only a bang was heard, and the Longmen disciple fell to the ground and fainted.
But the broadcast outside the field was different. There was also a commentary. They clearly saw the fight between the two sides. They saw the Longmen disciple making great use of the spear, using a wide range of moves and being very handsome. He defeated him several times.
The disciples of the Tang Sect were forced into a desperate situation.
The Tang Sect has been established for hundreds of years and is famous for its body skills and hidden weapons. The erratic figure and the dazzling hidden weapons gave it an advantage in the competition. In the end, just a stone knocked the Longmen disciples to the ground. It was really
amazing.
Because Huashan is the home court, we left it to the final draw. There are only nine sects in total, which are odd numbers, so one of them must stand for two games. It all depends on luck.
The leader of Huashan Duan stood in front of the lottery tube, took out a lottery from the air, and opened it to see. Shaolin could not help but frown slightly. Shaolin is proficient in all kinds of martial arts and is famous for its rough skin and thick flesh, while Huashan is good at offense and defense.
Both, this battle is a bit suspenseful.
Shaolin sent a stick monk this time, and the Huashan disciples still stood holding a three-foot green sword.
The two faced each other for a moment, their figures moving together, their swords and sticks touching each other, back and forth. They fought dozens of moves in an instant, but they were still indistinguishable.
But at this moment, a burst of laughter exploded on the mountain peak.
"Haha, such indiscriminate efforts are really shameful. With all the heroes gathered in Huashan, how could the Sun and Moon God Sect be missing?"
Hearing this sound, the heads of the nine sects were all moved. They all stood up and stared at the entrance to the main peak.
Phew~
The wind was strong, and a tall figure suddenly appeared on the stone steps. He was very tall, with black hair, wearing a green shirt, and a long face. His face was snow-white, and there was no trace of blood.
, her features are delicate and delicate, but her face is so pale that it scares people.
Sun Moon God Sect, let me do whatever I want!
The head of the Huashan section had a solemn expression. Huashan was the presiding officer of this prosperous era. He never thought that such evil demons would dare to risk the world's disapproval and come here. He flicked his fingers, and the Qiu Hong Sword appeared in his hand.
"Old ghost, I haven't seen you for several years, but you are still as fast as a turtle." Na Ren Woxing seemed to be saying to himself.
Suddenly, a black shadow gradually became clear from blur, revealing the shape of a human being. The man's whole body was wrapped in a black robe, and his appearance could not be seen clearly.
"It's a joke, instead of waiting for the others, I arrived earlier, and it's your turn to let the old man run wild." His voice was as sinister as coming from the netherworld.
Shura Hall, ghost shadow!
"Oh haha, we have to fight to win or lose while we are on the road. Why? We are already here. The two brothers are not in a hurry. Haha." The voice was so high-pitched that everyone felt a stinging pain in their eardrums.
Worship the Holy Religion, the Saint of Yin and Yang!
As her voice fell, two more people appeared.
Piaomiao Peak, Tianshan Tonglao!
Ningyan Pavilion, Pavilion Master and Concubine Xuan!
The leaders of the five evil sects are all here!
"Today we, the nine sects of the righteous path, are discussing the important matter of going out to the mountain. You evil spirits and crooked sects have come uninvited. You simply don't know what you can do. Come and seal the mountain!" The head of Huashan Duan Duan was ready to go when Ren Woxing appeared.
He waited until all five people arrived before bursting into laughter.
"Wait a minute, brother Duan, today is a hundred years of prosperity. It is really not appropriate to start a big fight. Let's listen to what their intentions are before making plans. You see, there are tens of thousands of heroes in the world. If they hurt innocent people, they will ruin the happiness, right?
"Li Xiaoyao from Shushan spoke out to persuade him.
"Amitabha, Master Duan, you have been in seclusion for hundreds of years, but you still can't get rid of the murderous nature in your heart? The heroes of the world are gathered together today. It is not appropriate to cause more killings." The abbot of Shaolin also spoke out to stop it.
At this time, dozens of people from Ren Woxing and his party had all arrived. Just now the five masters made a grand appearance, and then their disciples also appeared one by one, and then they walked towards the martial arts arena.
Everyone in the audience voluntarily gave way!
"Haha, I never thought it would be so lively today, but it saves us from getting together again. Why don't we take this opportunity to announce that we are recruiting disciples from all over the world. What do you think?" Ren Woxing walked and said this.
The voice was very loud,
Guiying and others all nodded in praise!
It seems that this prosperous age in Huashan is destined not to end hastily. Since the righteous sects and sects can announce their comeback, why can't the evil sect get a foot in the door.
