As soon as Fang Gaofeng gained the upper hand, he launched an uninterrupted offensive, attacking with four halberd moves, like a strong wind or a heavy rain. Every time Wang Zhanxing received a move, he had to retreat more than ten feet. After struggling to catch it, he had already retreated to the other side of the ring.
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This sudden change made the Qingcheng disciples immediately speechless, while the Quanzhen disciples jumped up and cheered hoarsely.
As soon as Fang Gaofeng's fifth move came out, Wang Zhanxing's Qingfeng long sword was drawn back and clicked, with a ding sound, it hit the bend of Fang Gaofeng's halberd blade. His figure suddenly lifted up by more than two feet. With the help of this force, his figure
He turned sideways in the air, swept forward more than half a foot to the left, and landed on the ring. He held his sword in front of him. Fang Gaofeng turned around in shock, and the two finally faced off again.
In this first round of attacks, each of the two had the upper hand, forcing the other to the edge of the ring. No one was hurt. It can be said that they were evenly matched.
Seeing that Wang Zhanxing had escaped Fang Gaofeng's violent attack, everyone at the Qingcheng Gate breathed a sigh of relief and cheered loudly.
The two faced each other again, but they did not immediately launch an offensive. They each retreated to the middle of the field, looking at each other, and being on guard.
After a while, it was Wang Zhanxing who couldn't help it anymore and started to spin around Fangfeng Gaofeng with the Qingfeng sword, occasionally passing the sword to test.
Fang Gaofeng, on the other hand, remained calm. He held the halberd in his right hand and slowly rotated with his rotation. Under their rotation, the entire arena seemed to begin to tremble with the sound of footsteps.
Just because the two of them were fighting like this, the disciples from the various factions in the nine squares stopped. The sound of boos and boos continued to be heard.
It was Wang Zhanxing who couldn't help it first. At the highest point of each faction, he handed over the Qingfeng Sword, pointed downwards diagonally, and picked Fang Gaofeng's left inner thigh.
He made this move deliberately, and it was as fast as lightning, the light flashed, and the tip of the sword was already in hand.
But Fang Gaofeng was already prepared. Just as his sword hand moved, the short halberd in his hand whirred and struck directly at Wang Zhanxing's neck. His short halberd was much heavier than the Qingfeng Sword, so this attack
, unexpectedly struck first and then, just when Wang Zhanxing's long sword was still an inch away from his thigh, the tip of his halberd had already reached under Wang Zhanxing's neck.
In other words, even if Wang Zhanxing's sword could pick him off, it would definitely hit the tip of the halberd. But there was no need to think about whether the neck or thigh was lighter or heavier.
Wang Zhanxing, however, was not in a hurry. The green-edged sword he pointed down at an angle suddenly rose up and stabbed Fang Fengfeng's halberd-holding wrist. At the same time, his body leaned slightly and his chest and abdomen contracted by more than an inch.
He managed to avoid Fang Gaofeng's halberd.
His previous move turned out to be a powerful move that was both offensive and defensive. In the blink of an eye, these two changes were all extremely wonderful, and everyone shouted loudly.
Fang Gaofeng's moves were old and his recovery was not very strong. He kicked his feet and his body jumped backwards. He barely managed to avoid this move, but he was already staggering and in a state of disarray.
Wang Zhanxing's Qingfeng Sword is known for its lightness. This time he once again seized the opportunity and was unwilling to let it go. He stepped forward with his left foot and moved the sword like a dragon and snake. He used four moves in a row to attack Fang Gaofeng.
Must be saved.
Fang Gaofeng's center of gravity was not stable, and he faced his fierce attack again. He raised his short halberd in his hand to block. Although he was able to catch these four moves, he was already in a hurry and lost all his opportunities.
In contrast, Wang Zhanxing became more and more courageous as he fought. By the time he had exhausted all four moves, he had already taken the upper hand. His subordinates showed no mercy and pressed in. However, when he saw him swiping from the left, stabbing from the right, and slashing upward,
With the next move and more than ten consecutive attacks, Fang Gaofeng was forced to the left end of the ring.
At this time, there were thunderous sounds and wild shouts under the arena, and even the Immortal Emperor was secretly dizzy at the sight. The fighting of these men and the flexible performances of the fairies, one yang and one soft, were just enough to give
People's body and mind are completely released.
Fang Gaofeng couldn't escape Wang Zhanxing's attacks several times. He felt that his face was dull, and he was about to have no way to retreat. Then he saw Wang Zhanxing's figure in a trance, with a sword divided into four parts, like left and right, up and down.
It was Qingchengmen's most powerful move that killed him. If he retreated again under this move, he would immediately fall off the ring and give up.
Fang Gaofeng secretly gritted his teeth and took another step back. In an instant, he handed the halberd to his left hand and whirled, dancing with two halberd lights. His right hand turned into a palm like a fan, and there were two "dang-dang" sounds, when the halberd light and the sword power intersected.
In an instant, his right palm shot out like a phantom, penetrating between the upper and lower sword rays on the right.
Just as everyone screamed in surprise, Fang Gaofeng's halberd palm move had a miraculous effect. The palm containing 60% of his true energy hit Wang Zhanxing's left shoulder with a "pop" sound.
However, Wang Zhanxing's sword move was purely offensive. It was very sharp and could not be stopped once it was launched. Although Fang Gaofeng hit his shoulder with a strange move of holding his palm in the halberd, Wang Zhanxing's sword stabbing the lower right side still "scoffed"
The sound pierced his right thigh.
"Bang"
As soon as the two figures came together, they separated. Wang Zhanxing grunted, took seven or eight steps back, covered his shoulders and stood still, with a look of confusion on his face.
However, Fang Gaofeng's figure surged forward. Although he was hit by a sword on his leg, his center of gravity was already thrown forward. In a flash, he stood up covering his injury. Blood seeped out from between the fingers covering his leg, staining his trouser legs red.
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This time, both of them were hurt. This sudden change of elbow was beyond everyone's expectation.
Yu Qing stood up at the right time and said loudly: "Today is the birthday of His Majesty. When performing martial arts, it should be done at the right time without causing casualties. Yu Qing suggested that this round be a draw between the two?"
It was rare for the Immortal Emperor to see such a wonderful duel. Although he wanted to watch it again, he also knew that what Yu Qing said was reasonable, so he smiled and said: "Yes, if the fight is too deep, it will damage the harmony, so let's treat this game as a draw. Quickly.
Quick, prepare for the next game."
Hanzi thought to himself: "It seems that this old man really likes watching. I want to see what tricks this young man can do."
Fang Gaofeng and Wang Zhanxing both glared at each other unconvinced, bowed and left.
The two of them left the stage, and one of them walked out slowly from the square of the crowd. As they walked, they looked indescribably elegant, handsome, elegant, and heartwarming. They were none other than the proud disciple of Master Yang Gong of the Zhenmei Sect from the Yu family.
Yu Shijia was not in a hurry, he walked up slowly, stepped onto the ring step by step under the gaze of everyone, bowed to the Immortal Emperor, and then said calmly: "Zhen Yi Sect, Yu Shijia is here to teach, I don't know
Which senior brother is willing to give me a chance?"
He was already handsome, but when he spoke this time, his voice was as clear as dust, which showed his demeanor and made others treat him differently.
Hanzi didn't think so. He had glanced at this person before, without taking a deep look. But when Yu Shijia slowly walked out of the crowd, he felt a very unhappy feeling. But where was the unhappiness?
But I couldn't think of it. Looking at his elegant appearance, I thought to myself: "Am I jealous of his handsomeness?" Then he shook his head and thought: "This seems unlikely. His elegant appearance has no use.
