Ding Baiyu only has the second level of true cultivation, but he practices three-star internal strength, and his internal strength is much stronger than many warriors of the same level. The huge force carried by the spear is like a stormy wave crashing on the shore, rushing toward Zhuo Mufeng crazily.
In the first battle, you must win beautifully and with momentum!
This was Zhuo Mufeng's strategy from the beginning, but he didn't expect that the first one to appear would be Ding Baiyu. Shouldn't it be the weak who test themselves first, and then gradually strengthen themselves?
The reality was such that Zhuo Mufeng had no choice but to step forward. His long sword shook out a string of sword flowers, scattered scattered in front of him, as if every place was an attack point.
It is the third form of the Bai family's swordsmanship, the white man casting the net.
"It's a small trick, let me break it!"
Ding Baiyu shouted loudly, and the spear rotated in a small range, like a dragon snake that had accumulated anger, roaring and tearing open the sword net, and the strong wind vented towards the surroundings, making a series of dull and loud noises.
Instead of retreating, Zhuo Mufeng's long sword was accurately positioned on the tip of the spear. Under the action of the inner energy, it shattered the spear's spike and broke the spear's rotating attack. The sword's momentum continued to move forward.
Pierce out.
"Longteng Jiuzhou!"
An ordinary person would have no choice but to surrender in the face of this sword. However, Ding Baiyu is indeed an outstanding disciple of a first-class force. He reacted very quickly. He changed his one arm to both arms and swung the spear horizontally. The hard gun body resisted the long spear in time.
Sword, causing the sword to slow down.
At the same time, the tip of the gun slanted up from below, and the arc it drew was just enough to cover Zhuo Mufeng. In the eyes of outsiders, the shadow of the gun seemed like a huge mouth, trying to swallow up Zhuo Mufeng who had the empty door wide open.
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Shang Zirong almost screamed when she saw it.
The expressions of Zhao Jin and others also changed suddenly, almost thinking that Zhuo Mufeng was going to lose.
A critical moment.
Zhuo Mufeng's arm formed a right angle with his left shoulder, and the sword was quickly withdrawn. In the series of sounds, sparks were like elves dancing in the sun, lingering around the two of them, and then blown out by the strong wind.
"This is a three-star level marksmanship, and it has reached the Dacheng level."
With three-star internal strength combined with three-star marksmanship, Ding Baiyu showed qualities that were far superior to those of Tang Zhao and his ilk. It was absolutely impossible to easily defeat the opponent.
But if it is a protracted battle, Zhuo Mufeng cannot afford to fight. Don't forget that there are fifty-six challengers behind him. He can lose, but he must not lose in the first game. Wouldn't that make him a laughing stock in the world?
"Brother Ding's marksmanship is indeed extraordinary. It seems that I can only use 70% of my power."
Zhuo Mufeng stepped back a few steps.
Ding Baiyu smiled disdainfully: "This means that you only used half of your skill just now. Okay, then I want to see Brother Zhuo's clever tricks."
The spear was like a dragon, and it once again attacked with a violent wind. Many people looked at Zhuo Mufeng with contempt and ridicule, not believing his words at all.
Zhuo Mufeng didn't believe it himself, but that didn't stop him from winning this match.
Regardless of how his feet moved, Zhuo Mufeng's body rushed forward like a skate, actively placing himself in the shadow of the gun. Some people stood up after seeing this.
However, Ding Baiyu's pupils shrank, and all the points of impact of the spear point were missed. Just when he was about to draw his spear and sweep across, Zhuo Mufeng, who was in danger, took the lead and raised his sword lightly.
clang!
With a flash of white light, everyone saw the spear falling three feet away, stuck upside down on the ground, and the gun body shaking non-stop. Ding Baiyu's face was pale, and there was a sword on his neck.
"How did you tell?"
The real Tenglong marksmanship can be far or near, but Ding Baiyu has never practiced to that level. Few people know that the strongest point of his marksmanship is precisely the weakness of his changing moves.
"It was just a fluke."
This is probably the benefit of practicing different martial arts crazily. In order to gain the martial arts pillar, Zhuo Mufeng has practiced more than twenty kinds of martial arts. By drawing parallels, his eyesight and knowledge have greatly increased, and he has the confidence to identify Ding Baiyu's skills.
flaw.
Of course Ding Baiyu didn't believe it was the other party's luck. He picked up the gun and said without looking back: "I will challenge you again."
"Brother Ding, wait a minute, did you forget to pay the challenge fee?"
The sound coming from behind made Ding Baiyu's eyes twitch. But in full view of everyone, he was too embarrassed to refuse the payment, so he had to walk back to the tea shed and hand over five taels of silver to the disciple of the Mozhu Gang who was responsible for registration.
"Who's next?"
After finishing the first one, Zhuo Mufeng asked immediately.
"Gang leader, do you want to take a rest?"
"No, it was just a warm-up."
Ding Baiyu wanted to hit someone, but stopped with his feet, turned around and sat back in the tea shed. He must see Zhuo being knocked to the ground with his own eyes, otherwise it would be difficult to vent his hatred.
"I come."
This is a disciple of a second-rate sect with a true third-level cultivation.
In the previous battle, although Zhuo Mufeng had taken a trick, it also proved that he had extraordinary eyesight. The young masters present were a little more solemn and did not rush to take action anymore, intending to find out his details first.
Feeling all this, Zhuo Mufeng chuckled.
This battle was easy for him. Although the opponent's cultivation level was high, his martial arts and fighting skills were too poor, so he was knocked away by his three swords.
"Next person."
"continue."
"Come again."
After five consecutive battles, except for Ding Baiyu, the remaining opponents did not cause any trouble to Zhuo Mufeng. It was a completely one-sided crushing victory.
This shocked many people, and they gradually realized that Gang Leader Zhuo did seem to have real talent and knowledge, and it was not just a matter of bragging.
Especially Xue Shijie and others, who were old acquaintances of Zhuo Mufeng, were even more shocked by his progress.
At first they didn't believe that Zhuo Mufeng had reached the third level of true cultivation, but now it seemed that it was not just cultivation, the other party had clearly made progress in all aspects!
What kind of opportunity did this kid get? Why not me?
Xue Shijie and others were roaring in their hearts, while Zhuo Mufeng on the field shook his head and said: "Brothers, you are trying to make me sweat. It will be winter soon, and the wind will blow cold."
Upon hearing this, the challengers in the tea shed were immediately furious. They had seen an arrogant person, but never such an arrogant person. If they didn't teach him a lesson, where would their reputation be?
"Since Brother Zhuo has spoken, let Liu learn your clever tricks."
A young man stood up and attracted the attention of the audience.
He was wearing green silk clothes, with three oval emeralds inlaid on his belt. His face was calm, and he was holding an ancient sword with yellow spikes and slowly walked towards Zhuo Mufeng.
Before he even got close, an invisible aura hit him, making Zhuo Mufeng feel like he was facing a formidable enemy for the first time.
This person is none other than his most valued opponent before the match, Liu Ziyuan.
According to the results of Zhao Jin's investigation, the other party practices four-star martial arts. He has been tempered with two-star medicinal materials since he was a child, and has been taught by a famous teacher in his family. His strength at the same level is definitely unmatched by any of his peers before.
The other party is also a member of the inner alliance of the Wei Dao League, but because of his cultivation and the fact that he has not made any great achievements, he is only the captain of the team for the time being.
Liu Ziyuan looked at him with a hidden look, and Zhuo Mufeng inexplicably realized that the reason why the other party challenged him was probably not entirely due to a dispute between spirits.