In the blink of an eye, more than twenty seconds later, Fei Chen slashed his sword diagonally, and Mou Rongtian swung his sword to parry. Fei Chen suddenly changed his move, thrust forward with his sword, and went straight to Mou Rongtian's throat. Mou Rongtian could not dodge, so he could only use his iron cloth shirt.
defense.
Although his internal strength was five times as strong as before, he was not sure at all whether he could withstand the sword.
Feichen shouted, "You little bastard, go to hell!" He stabbed Mou Rongtian's throat with a vicious sword, but it still didn't go in. He was shocked and thought, "How is this possible?"
Mou Rongtian raised his left palm and used his anger to release a shock wave. This time he released it. In order to hit the target, he chose the ninth speed and one force. The shock wave hit Feichen's face like lightning, knocking him around and turning him around.
A mouth full of teeth falling out.
If Mou Rongtian added another blow at this moment, Fei Chen would be dead. For Jue Chen's sake, he didn't want to kill Fei Chen and kicked him off the ring.
When Luo Sigong saw that Mou Rongtian had won, he was overjoyed and shouted: "Rongtian, good job."
Feichen returned to the stands, feeling ashamed, annoyed and angry, and said to himself: "How could I lose to a little brat like Mou Rongtian? How is this possible?" He had no teeth in his mouth, and he spoke in a breathless manner.
Juechen glanced at him and said, "You can't even defeat a junior. The Kongtong Sect has disgraced you."
Yan Shoufeng thought he would win this time, but he didn't expect Feichen to lose. He was greatly disappointed.
At this time, the great eunuch Zhang Cheng was heard shouting again in a high-pitched voice: "The fourth formation, Jin Yiwei Pudu versus Dongchang Juechen."
The two stepped onto the ring, Pudu clasped his palms together and said, "Amitabha, I am so lucky to meet Taoist Master Juechen here."
Juechen smiled slightly and said, "I am extremely honored to be able to fight against Vajra Buddha."
Pudu said: "Taoist Priest, do you want a civil or military fight?"
Juechen was startled and asked, "What is Wen Dou?"
Pudu said: "In literary combat, the poor monk lets the Taoist priest strike with his sword. If you can break the poor monk's golden bell, the poor monk will be the loser."
Juechen thought to himself: "My inner strength may not be defeated by yours." He said: "The divine monk's palm skills are superb, but the poor Taoist can't match them, so let's fight with each other and let the poor Taoist learn the divine monk's unique skill of the Golden Bell Cover."
Pudu smiled slightly and said: "Okay, Taoist Master, please come in and recruit me." Then he adjusted the Dantian to increase the vitality and set up the golden bell.
Juechen poured his true energy into the tip of the sword, used all his strength, and slashed it with the sword. He only heard a "bang" sound, and the sword was swung high, and he almost let go. When he looked at Pudu again, he stood still, as steady as a mountain.
Unscathed.
Juechen raised his long sword, clasped his fists and said, "Vajra Buddha is indeed well-deserved for his reputation. I admire him so much." He stumbled, shamelessly returned to the stand, and left dejectedly.
Yan Shoufeng stamped his feet anxiously when he saw Jin Yiwei pulling back two formations in a row, but Luo Sigong was overjoyed.
The two sides were tied at 2 to 2. At this time, Zhang Cheng shouted: "The fifth formation, Puji versus Ding Jilu."
When Puji heard this, he stood up and shouted: "There is no need to compete, the poor monk will admit defeat."
Luo Sigong was startled and shouted: "Lao Wu, what nonsense are you talking about? Why did you admit defeat before even fighting?"
Puji said: "You don't know something. I competed with Nail in the Flying Tiger Escort Agency some time ago. I was no match for him at all. I was a loser, so why should I make a fool of myself in public?"
Luo Sigong thought that this was also the case and stopped pursuing it.
Yan Shoufeng knew that Puji had been defeated by Ding Cilü, so he arranged for Ding Cilü to fight against Puji.
At this time, Zhang Cheng shouted again: "The sixth formation, Jinyiwei Mouying versus Dongchang Kongkong."
Mou Ying frowned, knowing that he was not Kong Kong's opponent, but he could not admit defeat, and stood up bravely. Mou Rongtian also knew that Mou Ying was defeated by Kong Kong, and was afraid that his father would make a mistake, so he wanted to persuade him to surrender, but he was inconvenient to speak and put the tiger's head on his face.
He handed the knife to Mou Ying and said, "Father, be more careful."
Mou Ying said "Yeah" and nodded. When they got to the stage, the two of them fought. Mou Ying was indeed not Kong Kong's opponent. In just a dozen rounds, Kong Kong slapped Mou Ying on the chest with his palm and beat Mou Ying to the ground.
He flew out and fell down the stage.
Mou Ying felt like her internal organs were boiling over, and she vomited blood. Her vision went dark, and she passed out. Mou Rongtian screamed, "Father!" He ran over, picked up Mou Ying, and laid him flat on the ground. He took his pulse and looked at his face.
It changed drastically.
Li Tianmu saw this and asked with concern: "Rongtian, how is Uncle Mou's injury?"
Mou Rongtian said: "My father is seriously injured. I have to send him back for treatment quickly."
Fortunately, Mou Ying wore a fishskin waistcoat, which prevented some of the attack power, otherwise he would have been killed on the spot.
Li Tianmu looked at the people in the East Factory in the west stand, clenching his fists and making a "clucking" sound, with murderous intent in his eyes.
After six battles, 2 to 4, Dongchang temporarily took the lead. Yan Shoufeng thought to himself: "If we win one more battle, we will win."
At this time, Zhang Cheng shouted: "The seventh formation Jin Yiwei Wu Kunshan fights against Dongchang Yan Shoufeng."
The two stepped onto the ring, and Yan Shoufeng showed his Zhanlu Sword. When the enemy met, Yan Shoufeng's eyes turned red, and he stared at Wu Kunshan and shouted: "Wu Kunshan, our family wants to recover from you the blood debt thirty years ago.
Today there is you without me, there is me without you."
Wu Kunshan said coldly: "Yan Shoufeng, I didn't kill you with a single sword back then. I've let you make trouble for the past thirty years, and I feel regretful. Today I want to get rid of you, this scourge."
The two of them did not speculate, but took action on the spot. As soon as Wu Kunshan made a move, the blue dragon danced wildly, "Whoa..." In an instant, he used his sword as a whip and drew dozens of swords. Yan Shoufeng dodged and parried while retreating continuously. Without paying attention, his chest
A large gash was opened by the Dragon Tongue Sword, and another person was not paying attention. A large gash was also opened in his lower abdomen, and his intestines popped out.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Yan Shoufeng did not dare to fight anymore, so he took a few steps back and jumped off the ring. Wu Kunshan shouted: "Yan, why did you run away? Come back quickly, a certain family will fight you for 300 rounds."
How could Yan Shoufeng dare to come back? He hurried back to the stands to heal his injuries.
In the eighth formation, Ye Jinquan faced off against Lien Da.
The two of them stepped onto the ring one after another. Lian Da cupped his hands and said, "Master Ye, it's been a long time since we last met. We haven't seen each other for decades. How are you doing?"
Ye Jinquan smiled and said: "They are all very good. Even the Immortal Chief, please come in and recruit me."
Lian Daodao: "That poor Daoist will make a fool of himself." After saying that, he raised his palms and shot out a shock wave. Ye Jinquan also shot out a shock wave. The two sides started to shoot at each other. The shock waves of the two collided together, making a roaring sound.
Everyone was dumbfounded when they saw the wonderful fight between them.
In about the time of a cup of tea, the two of them each fired hundreds of shock waves, consuming 80% of Lien Da's inner energy. I don't know how much Ye Jinquan consumed. If he continued shooting, until the inner energy was exhausted, he would be defeated. Lien Da did not dare to continue.
After consuming his internal energy like this, he jumped forward and wanted to start a hand-to-hand fight with Ye Jinquan.
Ye Jinquan only used 50% of his internal strength, and still had a lot of Qi to use. He didn't want Lien Da to get close, so he suddenly accelerated his shooting, and fired more than a hundred shock waves in the blink of an eye. Lien Da didn't pay attention, and was hit on the chest.
Bo was knocked off the ring and lay on the ground vomiting blood.
Ye Jinquan looked at Lianda and said: "Immortal Lian, I accept the concession."
Lien Da originally wanted to defeat Ye Jinquan and join the ranks of the Four Saints, but unexpectedly he overestimated his abilities, brought trouble and humiliation to himself, and caused a huge embarrassment.
After eight battles, the two sides were tied again at 4 to 4. The last battle was between Li Tianmu and Pang Jianfeng.
Yan Shoufeng felt that there was no problem for Pang Jianfeng to defeat Li Tianmu, so he said to Pang Jianfeng: "Taoist Priest, you must kill Li Tianmu to avenge Uncle Guo."
Pang Jianfeng also felt that he had no problem hitting Li Tianmu, and said: "Don't worry, Mr. Factory Master, I will definitely get Li Tianmu's head back."
Over there, Luo Sigong also felt that Li Tianmu was destined to lose and sighed.
Li Tianmu flew up from the stands, took a dozen steps in the air, and landed on the ring. Pang Jianfeng saw Li Tianmu showing off his Qing Kung, and thought to himself: "What's the point of showing off? In terms of Qing Kung, I'm not bad at all."
He also flew onto the ring.
Li Tianmu pulled out the Vine Dragon Sword, without saying a word, he swung the sword and stabbed, and started fighting with Pang Jian. For a while, the sound of swords clashing could be heard.
Li Tianmu used the Sword-Breaking Technique in Feixueliantian Sword Technique.
According to Mu Dan, if the Sword-Breaking Technique is used correctly, it can break the swordsmanship of every sect in the world, which naturally includes the Netherworld Swordsmanship of the Qingcheng Sect.
Learning martial arts requires accumulation over time and perseverance. Without a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, it is impossible to achieve it overnight. If Li Tianmu wants to master this sword-breaking technique, he will have to work hard for at least three to five years. He studied the art for the second time with Mudan, which only took one year.
A lot, but the time is still short. I have just started to learn the Sword-Breaking Technique, and I have not even reached the level of proficiency.
Although his martial arts had greatly improved, he was still no match for Pang Jianfeng. He was forced back by Pang Jianfeng. Seeing that the Broken Sword Technique could not restrain Pang Jianfeng, he had no choice but to use the Blue Dragon Dance.
As a result, the blue dragon dance was not working. Pang Jianfeng swiveled around and went behind Li Tianmu. Li Tianmu immediately turned around. At this time, Pang Jianfeng stabbed him in the heart with his sword. Li Tianmu did not dodge and swung his sword to Pang Jianfeng's right wrist.
go.
Pang Jianfeng thought to himself: "You bastard, you are seeking death. Before you can cut off my hand, your life will be gone."
He was sure that after killing Li Tianmu, he could withdraw his right hand safely. Unexpectedly, the extremely sharp Qingming sword failed to penetrate Li Tianmu's chest. The tip of the sword was blocked by something extremely tough. He was stunned and delayed.
In the blink of an eye, it was already too late to pull his right palm back.
Pang Jianfeng screamed, and his right hand was broken off at the wrist. Li Tianmu took advantage of him to scream in pain and quickly slashed out with a sword, cutting off Pang Jianfeng's left arm, and then sent out two more swords, killing Pang Jianfeng.
With a pair of moves, he leaned down and struck out with his sword, causing Pang Jianfeng's legs to be broken at the knee level.
Pang Jianfeng screamed repeatedly, but Li Tianmu refused to give up. He grabbed him by the front and threw him over his head. When he was down, he shouted: "You are a lackey of the East Factory, someone is going to cut you into pieces." He lifted him up.
The Vine Dragon Sword twisted upwards rapidly, like a meat grinder, flying the flesh and blood cut by Pang Jianfeng into pieces.
With the help of Wu Can Baoyi, Li Tianmu was lucky enough to win this crucial moment.
Luo Sigong shouted: "Tianmu, you did a great job, we won, we won!" He was originally a reserved person who could not express his emotions or anger. He was so happy at this moment that he could no longer suppress the joy in his heart.
Yan Shoufeng sat paralyzed in the stands, stunned and dumbfounded.
Prince Zhu Changluo wept with joy and cried: "We won, we won!"
Zheng's mother and son also cried. Those tears were from the wounds. King Fu cried: "Why did you lose?"
The Queen Mother laughed heartily and said, "The grandson of the Ai family has finally secured his position as crown prince!" As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a severe pain in her heart. She covered her heart and looked very painful.
Wanli was shocked, moved over and shouted: "Mother, what's wrong with you?"
Zhang Cheng and Eunuch Gao shouted, "Call the imperial doctor, call the imperial doctor quickly!"
Before the imperial doctor arrived, the Queen Mother passed away in the blink of an eye.