Although Tang Xiaobao knew a little about Wudang Clan's martial arts, he was not particularly proficient in it. Today he had the opportunity to fight against the elites of the Wudang Clan, and he wanted to take the opportunity to learn.
"Are you sure you don't want a gun?" Yun Feiyang was still worried.
Tang Xiaobao took out the gun again.
Yun Feiyang's expression changed again.
A group of martial arts people were all so depressed that they wanted to vomit blood.
What on earth is this for?
Can we still spar together and discuss martial arts together?
Can we still have fun together?
Haven't you already put it away?
Tang Xiaobao squeezed his hand hard and squeezed the pistol into a twist. Then he waved his hand and an iron lump flew out of the square and fell straight down the mountain.
"Okay, don't worry now. You can come here with confidence." Tang Xiaobao waved and said with a smile.
Yun Feiyang breathed a sigh of relief, secretly scolding Tang Xiaobao as a fool, and then said: "If you don't use weapons, then I will play with you with my bare hands."
"No, just use weapons. Otherwise you will regret it later. I'm serious, I really don't mind if you use weapons." Tang Xiaobao sighed seriously.
"Watch the move!"
Yun Feiyang rushed towards Tang Xiaobao.
Since Tang Xiaobao is determined to try the Wudang sect's martial arts, he is not in a hurry to defeat Yun Feiyang. With the teleportation skills, Tang Xiaobao is completely invincible. Even in his opinion, Yun Feiyang's whole body is full of flaws.
It is simply too easy to defeat the opponent, it is just a matter of effort.
After a fierce battle with Yun Feiyang for dozens of moves, Yun Feiyang was unable to do anything against Tang Xiaobao and was so exhausted that he was sweating profusely.
Tang Xiaobao was a little depressed after the beating.
He didn't want to defeat the opponent so quickly, otherwise there would be nothing to play with later, but the gap between the two was too big, and it would be more difficult for him not to hurt the other than to hurt the other.
Your hands and feet are tied!
Those present were all martial arts masters. Naturally, some people saw that Tang Xiaobao had always wanted to give in. Many people frowned, especially Taoist Master Xuanyun, who bit his lips and didn't know what he was thinking.
Yun Feiyang attacked dozens of times with no results, so he jumped back.
Tang Xiaobao didn't chase him. There was no sweat on his body and he said with a smile: "I just said, you have to get a weapon. Don't pretend to be cool with me. You are no match for me. Come on, let me see the Wudang Clan."
swordsmanship."
Yun Feiyang was a little depressed and even more aggrieved.
He wants to use a sword.
But he was embarrassed to use the sword.
He just said that he didn't need a sword.
He didn't think Tang Xiaobao was very powerful. He almost beat Tang Xiaobao many times, but he was just a little bit short.
This feeling made him particularly uncomfortable.
He regretted that he had been too trusting just now. If he had used a sword, he believed that Tang Xiaobao would have been killed long ago.
But now...
"Hey, what's the matter, are you still embarrassed? Don't be ashamed, defeating me is the most important thing. Listen to my advice, come on, come on, draw your sword, don't be ashamed!"
Tang Xiaobao waved and persuaded.
Yun Feiyang gritted his teeth and his face turned red.
Taoist Master Xuan Yun also looked very unhappy and said: "Feiyang, since Donor Tang has such a strong request and wants to see the swordsmanship of our Wudang Sect, then let's compete with him and try not to hurt anyone."
The last sentence is basically bullshit.
So fake.
Yun Feiyang was waiting for this sentence, and without saying a word, he drew his sword directly.
Zheng!
With the golden steel sword in hand, Yun Feiyang's confidence was overwhelming, and he immediately rushed towards Tang Xiaobao, using his killing moves to kill people.
He was going to put Tang Xiaobao to death.
Tang Xiaobao used teleportation skills to dodge several attacks in a row, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart.
I want to open a dyeing room after giving you three points of color?
Okay, I'll give you a little more time to perform.
Another dozen moves passed in a row.
As the chief disciple of the younger generation of the Wudang Sect, Yun Feiyang's martial arts is considered to be top-notch. In the martial arts world, he is also a truly first-class master, much more powerful than Wang Mao.
His swordsmanship is tricky and vicious, and his moves are often very sudden. If it had been anyone else, he would have been injured by his sword.
The other sects present here all had serious expressions on their faces.
In this year's martial arts competition, as usual, the juniors still have to compete. It seems that Yun Feiyang will become the first place.
This is to earn enough face for the Wudang Clan.
No one wants to see their opponent become stronger.
However, many people were shocked by Tang Xiaobao's martial arts.
Tang Xiaobao's moves are very comprehensive and he can pick them up at his fingertips. He can use a few moves at will without falling behind at all.
No one dares to underestimate Tang Xiaobao now. He is indeed much more powerful than Wang Spear.
Wang Spear fell into his hand, and he seemed to understand.
Yun Feiyang used all the Wudang Sect's sword techniques, but still couldn't defeat Tang Xiaobao.
Many times, Tang Xiaobao could be hurt at a glance, but the latter could always escape at the last moment.
This feeling of being about to win but never being able to win was too frustrating for Yun Feiyang.
He had a sword, but Tang Xiaobao was bare-handed.
It seemed that he had the upper hand. He was the one attacking and Tang Xiaobao was hiding. But when it came down to it, Tang Xiaobao had the upper hand.
Tang Xiaobao finally got a little fed up.
After watching it for so long, he didn't feel that the Wudang Sect had any secret skills, and their martial arts were just like that. This made him a little disappointed, and he didn't want to tangle with Yun Feiyang anymore.
"It turns out that the Wudang sect's martial arts are nothing more than this. I don't want to play with you anymore. Let's change someone!" Tang Xiaobao sneered.
Yun Feiyang was out of breath at this time and his face was red with anger. He didn't say anything nonsense to Tang Xiaobao, and struck Tang Xiaobao with three swords in a row.
Tang Xiaobao dodged and suddenly stretched out two fingers to pinch the opponent's sword.
Yun Feiyang snorted coldly, flipped the sword, changed from slashing to stabbing, and stabbed towards Tang Xiaobao's throat.
The tip of the sword was about to hit Tang Xiaobao, but when it was still a few inches away from Tang Xiaobao's throat, it could no longer move forward.
Yun Feiyang's expression changed and he drew his sword.
The tattoo doesn’t move.
Tang Xiaobao held the sword blade between his two fingers and was looking at him and smiling.
His fingers were like a huge magnet, tightly clamping the blade of the sword. No matter how hard Yun Feiyang tried, he could not twitch.
"So weak, so weak!"
Tang Xiaobao smiled mockingly: "Come on, let me show you the legendary magical power of finger snapping!"
bite!
Tang Xiaobao flicked his fingers.
Yun Feiyang felt the sword become lighter. He was still pulling hard when it suddenly lost weight. His body took a few steps back and fell to the ground.
The palm of his hand was numb, the tiger's mouth was in pain, it was shattered by the shock, and blood burst out. The sword in Yun Feiyang's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and was broken into two pieces.
Tang Xiaobao waved his hand, and the other half of the sword tip flew straight to the tablet above the Zhenwu Hall, and penetrated the Zhenzi deeply, up to several inches deep.
The next moment, Tang Xiaobao walked towards Yun Feiyang.