Although the commotion caused by the elders of the Murong family was not small, as a few people left, the commotion gradually subsided.
According to the order of the draw just now, the next person on the stage is the Dragon Warrior, facing a disciple who is also wearing blue and comes from a hidden ancient martial arts family.
This man's name was Nangong Mu. He looked to be in his mid-twenties and was very thin, but he was holding a huge black heavy sword in his hand.
Some old people in the world have speculated: "This person should be from the Nangong family."
"Although the Nangong family was considered a powerful martial arts family hundreds of years ago, it gradually declined three hundred years ago, and now it has almost no longer appeared in the world."
"But I wonder what Nangong Mu is like? Now that he has reappeared in the world, it seems that he has obtained the swordsmanship inheritance of the Nangong family. Does the Nangong family want to regain its former reputation?"
"That's impossible. Although this boy is good, he has already started to open his pulse at the age of twenty-five or six, but he is still far behind against the Martial Dragon Master. Among the younger generation, Nangong Mu can only
Considered second rate!”
Jialanzi briefly glanced at Nangong Mu in front of him, glanced at the old man accompanying Nangong Mu, and then closed his eyes slightly and stopped paying attention.
However, Tang Feng seemed quite interested. Of course, he was not interested in Nangong Mu. As Nagalanzi said, this person only opened his pulse halfway, and his defeat was doomed.
What Tang Feng is really interested in is naturally the Martial Dragon Envoy. Until now, he doesn't know much about this Martial Dragon Envoy.
The only thing that he knew was what Mao Shiba told him in the morning, that the Wulong Envoy had been obtained, personally taught by the Wudang Clan's supreme master, and had practiced the extremely sharp and terrifying Tai Chi Liangyi Sword Technique.
What Tang Feng wants to see now is naturally Wulongshi's Liangyi swordsmanship!
"You two, please come on stage!" the Black Dragon King's voice suddenly sounded.
Holding a heavy iron sword in his hand, Nangong Mu jumped forward and landed on the martial arts field.
The Wulong Envoy just smiled faintly and turned over as well.
"As early as three years ago, on the 80th birthday of the Supreme Master of Wudang, I visited the Wudang Clan and witnessed Brother Wulong's style with my own eyes. Who would have thought that today I would be lucky enough to compete with you on the same stage!"
Nangong Mu probably knew that his strength was limited, and his tone and demeanor were extremely humble.
The Wulong Envoy just smiled faintly and said: "Since you have seen me three years ago and also seen my swordsmanship, you should know that you cannot be my opponent."
"Since you know you are defeated, why do you still step on this stage?" Although he said this in a normal way, there was a hint of arrogance in his words.
Nangong Mu's expression immediately turned ugly. After all, he was also a child of the Guwu family and he also had his own arrogance.
He suddenly gritted his teeth and said: "Even so, I would like to learn from you your brilliant trick!"
Wu Longzhi still sneered lightly: "Then, draw your sword!"
Nangong Mu stared at the two black and white long swords on his back and said, "Don't you draw your swords?"
Wu Longshi smiled, shook his head and said, "Don't you know that you are not even qualified to draw my sword?"
Nangong Mu suddenly became furious, gritted his teeth and shouted: "In that case, let's take a look at the sword!"
When he finished speaking, he swung out the heavy sword in his hand. The heavy and surging force of the sword immediately rolled up the yellow sand and shot towards the opponent.
In just the blink of an eye, he had already swung fifteen swords with this heavy iron sword. The sword was full of energy. Although the sword was heavy, the sword technique was very light and extremely strange and sharp.
The Wulong Envoy still smiled softly and did not draw his sword. He just stepped more quickly and kept dodging.
Still relying on the opponent's sword energy, Nangong Mu never even touched his clothes. In just a few moments, Nangong Mu had already swung ninety-nine and eighty-one swords, and the two of them had exchanged more than a hundred moves.
After a hundred moves, Nangong Mu was breathing heavily. After all, the heavy sword in his hand was not light. There were even pearl-like beads of sweat on his face.
On the other hand, the Wulong Envoy was still strolling around like that. From the beginning to the end, he only used his body skills, using the Wudang Clan's top-notch body skills, Ladder Cloud, to dodge constantly without making a single move.
But even so, Nangong Mu's heavy sword still didn't even touch his clothes.
"You still don't draw your sword?" Nangong Mu became angry and felt that he had been humiliated.
Wu Longzhao still sneered lightly: "I have said before that you are not worthy of me to draw my sword. Do you know that there were no less than eight flaws in your ninety-nine and eighty-one sword moves just now!
Nangong Mu couldn't help but said: "What are the eight flaws?"
Wu Longshi chuckled and said: "Among them, when you used the twelfth sword to split Mount Tai, the move was too old. If I took the opportunity to take action, the sword in your hand would have fallen off!"
"There is also a twentieth sword that sweeps through thousands of armies. The fire is not there yet, and the middle door is wide open. If I had taken action at that time, I'm afraid your chest would have been pierced!"
"In addition, the thirty-eighth sword, Sparks of a Prairie Fire, cannot reach the point of starting a prairie fire at all. If I had taken action at that time, you might have been a dead man by now!"
Having said this, Wu Longshi raised his head, stared at him and said word by word: "Do you need me to continue?"
The heavy sword in Nangong Mu's hand suddenly dropped, and he gritted his teeth and roared: "Stop talking, I admit defeat!"
The Martial Dragon Envoy still smiled lightly and said: "According to rumors in the world, your Nangong family once had a set of three waves of heavy swords that were also known as heaven-level martial arts. The power of each wave of swords superimposed on each other."
"I wonder if your Excellency has learned this three-level wave secret technique. If so, how advanced is it?"
Nangong Mu's expression suddenly turned gloomy, and he shouted: "If the secret technique of the triple wave of the epee hadn't been lost, how could our Nangong family have fallen down five hundred years ago?"
Wu Longshi nodded, closed his mouth, crossed his arms and said no more.
Nangong Mu also didn't say another word. As his subordinate was defeated, and he was defeated in such a humiliating manner, how could he have the dignity to speak again.
He immediately turned around and walked off the stage dejectedly. From then on, the second battle ended!
There was a huge commotion immediately in the audience, and Lao Jianghu sighed: "This martial dragon envoy is really too strong. He didn't take any action and won without fighting. His skills are too terrifying."
"Who says it's not the case? This guy's martial arts experience is really rich. Even a veteran like me didn't see the flaw in Nangong Mu's swordsmanship just now, but he actually saw it."
"I saw it, but I only saw three places, but he saw as many as eight. In fact, the Martial Dragon Envoy is really terrifying, and is probably even stronger than the Dragon Thorn Envoy!"
Of course, there are many people who feel sorry for the Nangong family. If it were not for the Nangong family's unique skill, the legendary triple wave epee that can superimpose the power of swordsmanship, it would not have declined.
The Black Dragon King smiled faintly and said loudly: "Next, the next group will take the stage!"