Chapter 098 The battle between dragon and tiger shows talent
Under the arena, the Xingyi Sect disciples, also wearing black clothes, kept cheering and cheering, exclaiming with admiration and emotion.
"As expected of Senior Brother Teng Hu, he is extremely skilled in the application of the twelve shapes, and he can pick them up with ease."
"You have entered the heavenly realm in your early twenties. Senior brother will definitely bring honor to the sect this time."
"Yes, Senior Brother Teng Hu is a genius disciple of our sect"...
Teng Yi, the elder of Xingyi Sect, smiled and nodded, very satisfied with Teng Hu's performance.
At the same time, in the opposite corner of the arena, there was a young man wearing white clothes with a Bagua pattern.
He has a delicate face and elegant temperament, and when fighting, his body moves flexibly according to the directions of the Five Elements and Bagua.
The pace is mysterious and complicated, and every time he lands, he surprises his opponents, giving him an overwhelming lead.
He defeated his opponent two minutes later than Teng Hu, and also won cheers and applause from his fellow players in the audience.
"Well done, Senior Brother Shang Yiming!"
"Senior brother is mighty!"
Shang Yiming from the Bagua Sect stood quietly after his victory, smiled and responded to the calls of his fellow disciples in the audience, and gracefully gave up the stage.
The saying is as active as a mad rabbit and as quiet as a virgin, which is very obvious in this young man.
Fu Chen nodded secretly, very satisfied with Shang Yiming's temperament.
The rest of the battle was a bit dull in Fu Chen's opinion, and of course that was only in his opinion.
There was a fierce and fierce battle in the ring, and the palm winds made a loud sound. When the powerful attacks fell, the ring made a cracking sound from time to time.
The fellow disciples watching the battle below the ring kept cheering, cheering, or exclaiming, and the scene was very lively.
Until a young and beautiful woman wearing emerald green clothes came onto the stage holding a sword, and there was a burst of warm cheers and encouragement from the audience.
"Senior Sister Xu, come on!"
"Come on Zhiqing!"
"Senior sister wants to show off for our Emei!"
Fu Chen raised his eyes and saw at a glance that this woman in her early twenties was also a heaven-level practitioner. She should be the proud daughter of the Emei Sect.
Xu Zhiqing's opponent was a short-haired man wearing yellow clothes. Seeing that his opponent did not use a weapon, she threw the long sword to her classmates in the audience.
"Emei Xu Zhiqing, please give me some advice, senior brother."
Xu Zhiqing cupped her fists and saluted, her voice was clear and bright, and her gestures were extraordinary.
The man clasped his fists in return and replied in a deep voice: "I don't dare to take it seriously. Shaolin lay disciple Zhang Wenchang, please give me some advice."
Seeing that the other party made no move after saluting, Xu Zhiqing softly shouted "I'm sorry" and stepped forward to take action first.
Xu Zhiqing's moves are sharp but deft and light, and the range is not very large.
It moves offensively and defensively within the entire body, and its posture gives people a demure and indifferent feeling.
Zhang Wenchang's fists are calm and majestic, he may use Prajna Palm to break up moves, or he may use Dragon Claw Hands to attack forcefully.
The two of them were evenly matched and had equal strength. During the fight, the power of their zhenqi palms caused violent airflow to spread out. The fight between you and me was exciting.
In Fu Chen's view, when the two men were attacking and defending against the enemy, one was as calm and majestic as a mountain, while the other was as delicate and soft as water, which could be regarded as tit-for-tat.
The strength of these two people is top-notch, and from Fu Chen's perspective, it can be seen that Xu Zhiqing is even more skilled.
The techniques of the Emei Sect are dexterous and light, and their true energy properties are much purer. They are rare and superior techniques.
The Shaolin sect is naturally not bad either, they are vigorous, masculine, and majestic, but Zhang Wenchang's cultivation is slightly worse and not as good as his counterpart.
Sure enough, Zhang Wenchang showed his defeat after ten minutes.
Xu Zhiqing quickly caught the flaw and hit him on the chest, causing him to vomit blood and fall off the ring.
"Junior Brother Wenchang!"
"Brother!"
"Brother, how are you doing?"
The Shaolin disciples under the ring hurriedly caught Zhang Wenchang, asking questions with concern.
Standing firm with the help of his fellow disciples, Zhang Wenchang said in a deep voice, "It's nothing serious."
He cupped his fists and said to the stage: "Junior sister Xu has a profound cultivation level, but I lost. I hope to have the opportunity to ask for advice again in the future."
Xu Zhiqing stepped down gracefully, smiling and clasping her fists: "Senior brother was just careless and allowed my little sister to win by chance. I look forward to fighting against senior brother next time."
In the audience seat, Linglong was not interested in the various battles in the audience.
Except for a few glances when someone exclaims and cheers, the rest of the time is to eat a piece of fruit and sit obediently.
Fu Chen mostly used his mental power to explore the situation on the field, and his main focus was on taking care of the little girl.
Next, both parties on the ring were actually equipped with long swords, which made Fu Chen very curious and watched intently.
The two young men held three-foot green swords in their hands. After saluting each other, they stood up and started to fight with their swords.
The pattern on the body of the man in silver clothes is a long sword. His sword is sharp and sharp, the sword is drawn cleanly and neatly, and his movement is also cool and handsome.
Observing his sword skills carefully, Fu Chen speculated that it should be a set of sword skills that require early sword control skills in the cultivation world to fully exert its power.
It's just that there are too few people who can practice to build the foundation now, and maybe like other sects, the post-innate cultivation method has been lost a long time ago.
Fu Chen asked Chen Changming and learned that this was Li Qinghou of the Shushan Sword Sect.
Li Qinghou's opponent was dressed in Tsing Yi, and the swordsmanship he used was very different from his own.
When performing the sword technique, he leaps and leaps around the opponent, making each move turn smoothly and continuously.
Like the Yangtze River, like the bright moon, the rotation of yin and yang, the charm of softness overcoming hardness is particularly clear.
After hearing Chen Changming's introduction, which was Song Qingyun, an outstanding disciple of Wudang Mountain, Fu Chen understood and nodded silently.
The two men fought fiercely, and the sword energy overflowed, and the entire arena was covered with scattered sword marks.
This forces the fighting in adjacent areas to temporarily stop and retreat from a distance.
As the saying goes, "Those who are too strong cannot last long, and those who are good at attacking cannot defend."
Li Qinghou's sword was so powerful that he could not attack for a long time. He gradually lost his energy and turned to defending and attacking, which he was not good at.
In the end, Song Qingyun caught the flaw and stabbed his right arm with a sword, causing the sword to fall to the ground. The next moment, the sword was pointed directly at his throat, and he was helplessly defeated.
Wudang swordsmanship has very few flaws, it is truly superior, and it has long-lasting fighting power with softness overcoming toughness.
If Shushan disciples can use sword control skills to perform sword skills, the attacks will be more sharp and tricky, and the outcome of the situation will be completely different.
However, there are not so many "ifs" in the world. Failure is failure. Failure is not due to sword skills, but due to insufficient cultivation.
"Senior Brother Li, I have offended you so much." Song Qingyun put away his sword and clasped his fists.
Li Qinghou picked up the sword on the ground and returned the greeting calmly: "It doesn't matter, Senior Brother Song's true energy is strong and his breath is long. It's because I'm not good enough in cultivation and not because I'm incompetent in Shushan's swordsmanship. I'll come back for advice later." After saying this, he fell silent.
Arena.
Song Qingyun himself knew the situation in his heart, and did not show any arrogance. He slowly walked down the stage with a smile and received the congratulations from his fellow disciples.
The competition continued on the other side, with the disciples of the Dragon and Tiger Sect in lavender clothes on the ring fighting against the disciples of the Baji Sect in blue clothes.
After bowing to each other, the disciples of the Baji Sect took the lead in taking action.
The elbow, shoulder, knee, and leg attacks are fierce, and the moves are brutal and direct. Along with the surging momentum, they attack the vital points of the opponent's body.
The disciples of the Dragon and Tiger Sect are on the defensive, but they move with ease and ease. To outsiders, they feel calm, relaxed and elegant.
"I'm going to lose!" Fu Chen sighed inwardly.
Although the disciples of the Dragon and Tiger Sect have beautiful moves and handsome body skills, they are weaker than their opponents, and this sect is not good at close combat, so defeat will be a matter of time.
His figure is as elegant and free as the wind, and even in the face of violent attacks like a violent storm, he has not lost any trace of his pure temperament, but this is just an appearance.
Sure enough, after a quarter of an hour of fighting between the two, the disciple of the Dragon and Tiger Sect showed signs of decline, and his opponent seized the opportunity and hit his forearm with an elbow.
Immediately afterwards, the opponent stepped forward and punched straight, hitting the right chest with a "bang", and a mouthful of blood spurted out and flew away.
Just as he staggered to stand still, the palm of the disciple of the Baji Sect had already stopped at his throat.
"I lost~"
The disciple of the Dragon and Tiger Sect sighed dejectedly, wiped the corners of his mouth, cupped his fists and said, "Congratulations to senior brother for winning," and turned around and got off the ring.
The disciples of the Baji Sect breathed a long sigh of relief and thought, "The Dragon and Tiger Sect is really difficult to deal with."
He cupped his fists and saluted, then got off the ring to celebrate with his classmates.