The Thunder Dragon was extremely fast and rushed in front of Duanmu Yu in the blink of an eye.
Duanmuyu was frightened. His long sword was tilted downward and resting on the ground. The sword energy gathered in his chest. As the thunder dragon approached forward, the long sword began to bend, and the ground beneath Duanmuyu's feet cracked inch by inch.
When the Thunder Dragon was three feet closer, the long sword was already bent like the moon.
"rise……"
Duanmuyu shouted low, and struck the bent sword spine with his left hand. The long sword straightened, like a pole carrying a river. The energy reversed, and the thunder dragon flew back upside down.
While the thunder dragon fell back, Duanmuyu rushed towards the little Taoist priest, and a deep pit exploded under his feet.
Duanmuyu understood that the thunder method of the little Taoist priest in front of him was extremely mysterious and was not that of Yi Yi. If they faced off from a distance like this, he would most likely fail in the end.
Therefore, if you want to win, you have to get close.
"Okay, what a great move to lift the river upside down, lift the river against the current, the sword energy is unparalleled, it's wonderful." The scholar looked at Ye Qing provocatively: "What the hell is it that the rain can't trap the dragon!"
"This is the second move." Ye Qing said calmly.
"What's the second move?" The scholar was puzzled.
Ye Qing said: "The first move of the Rain-Covering Sword Intent did not block the thunder dragon, but the second move blocked the Thunder Dragon. Therefore, the Rain-Covering Sword Intent in your mouth did not actually trap the dragon."
"And so far, that little Taoist priest hasn't lost yet!"
"This..." The scholar's face turned red and he glared at Ye Qing fiercely: "Hmph, when Young Master Fengyang gets close, that little Taoist priest will definitely be defeated."
"Let's wait until he gets closer, if he can get closer." Ye Qing smiled.
Seeing Duan Muyu rushing toward him, the little Taoist priest stretched out his left hand, drew a talisman on the palm of his left hand with his two fingers, and gave a light scolding.
"Thunder in Palm"
Stretch your left hand forward, and a palm appears in the air, with the palm facing up. The thunder in your hand rolls like a thunder pool.
The next moment, his palms overturned, and thunder poured down, rolling down and hitting Duan Muyu who was rushing towards him.
"Boom boom boom..."
Silver snakes danced all over the sky. Among the silver snakes, the Rain-Covering Sword in Duan Muyu's hand was chopping, picking, or stabbing. It was as powerful as the wind and rain. The sword energy circled around the body, blocking all thunder.
The little Taoist priest is like a god in charge of thunder. The wind and rain roar with his hand, and the sky is filled with thunder, trying to kill the mortals and ants who dare to challenge his majesty.
Duanmu Yu is like a small boat. Even though the winds and waves are strong, he is fearless, cutting through the wind and waves, and moves forward bravely.
Sword energy and thunder intertwined and collided, leaving ferocious sword marks and scorched black marks on the long street, with rocks flying.
The people watching the battle had already shrunk to the buildings on both sides of the long street, not daring to take a breath for fear of being affected.
Fortunately, the streets of Fengyang City were wide enough, and the aftermath of the fight between the two did not hurt the spectators.
"It's close, it's close..."
Normally, Duanmu Yu could cross the short distance of ten feet in just one breath, but at this time, he walked ten breaths.
Seeing Duan Muyu approaching, the scholar on the roof became nervous, as if he was the one trudging forward in the thunder, and kept mumbling.
When Duanmuyu came within ten feet of the little Taoist priest, he struck down with his sword.
A strong wind blew up on the long street. From where Duanmu Yu stood before to where he is now, billowing sword energy rose from the ground, like a long sword energy dragon. As Duanmu slashed down with his sword, it rushed towards the little Taoist priest.
"It's disrespectful to come back and not reciprocate. Previously, the Taoist priest gave me a five-color thunder dragon, so now I will return it to the Taoist priest with a long sword energy dragon."
"Excuse me, Taoist Priest."
Although Duanmuyu's face was a little pale, he was smiling broadly.
Every step he took previously left a wisp of sword energy on the ground. When he arrived in front of the little Taoist priest, billowing sword energy filled the street.
"What a move with a sword that reaches the sky, and what a greeting to the Taoist priest. Mr. Fengyang deserves to be Mr. Fengyang." The scholar on the roof laughed and looked at Ye Qing: "Boy, what else do you have to say now?"
"You haven't won yet?" Ye Qing said calmly.
"Humph, you're a tough talker." The scholar said disdainfully.
At the same time, on the long street, the dragon of sword energy roared, crushing the thunder falling from the sky, and rushed towards the little Taoist priest.
"good."
The little Taoist priest did not dodge, but his eyes were as bright as the sun and the moon.
"Roar"
A tiger roar sounded from the little Taoist priest, and he rushed straight towards the sword energy dragon.
"The little Taoist priest is desperate for his life, how dare he come here?" The scholar's eyes widened with confusion on his face. Not only the scholar, but also everyone around him who knew some martial arts had their eyes widened.
They could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in the sword energy dragon. All of them together might not be able to block it. The best way was to avoid its sharp edge, but the little Taoist priest actually charged forward and wanted to force it. A long dragon with strong sword energy, isn't it looking for death?
"Wu Huan, what do you think?" Chu Nianjiu looked at Ye Qing and said.
"Look with your eyes." Ye Qing said seriously.
Chu Nianjiu: "..."
Lin Yuhuai: "..."
"Ahem..." Sensing the unkind looks from the two men, Ye Qing coughed twice and said hurriedly: "That little Taoist priest can win."
"Win? Boy, are you dreaming? If that little Taoist priest can win, I will swallow this sword." Before Chu Nianjiu and Lin Yuhuai spoke, the scholar said.
"Brother, don't speak too fast, or you may get slapped in the face." Ye Qing smiled.
"Hmph, we'll see." The scholar said disdainfully.
But the next moment, the scholar's eyes widened, and he saw the little Taoist priest on the long street. The first step forward, a tiger roar sounded, the second step forward, a dragon roar sounded, and the third step forward Stepping out, two phantoms, a dragon and a tiger, appeared around the little Taoist priest, and the roar of dragons and tigers sounded at the same time.
In three steps, the little Taoist priest appeared in front of the sword energy dragon and punched out.
The dragon roared and the tiger roared, the sword energy of the long dragon was shattered by a punch, the fist filled the void, the dragon's intimidation, the tiger's domineering, making everyone tremble and tremble.
"boom"
There was a soft sound, and the figure of the little Taoist priest suddenly disappeared.
As soon as Duanmuyu came back to his senses, he felt a pain in his stomach, his body was bent like a prawn, and bitter bile gushes out of his throat.
When he lowered his head, he saw a fist pressing against his abdomen.
When he looked up, he saw a young and immature face.
Duanmuyu's mouth was filled with bitterness. It was not only the bitterness of bile, but also the taste of failure. This was the first time since his debut that he had lost in a competition among his peers.
It turns out that the feeling of failure is really uncomfortable.
It turns out that failure can really make people feel resentful.
"I..." Duanmuyu opened his mouth, ready to admit defeat, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a pain in his back. He faced down, and the hard bluestone grew bigger and closer in his eyes, and then he heard clearly The sound of broken bluestone, the sound of broken nose.
His handsome face sank into the ground.
Also falling into the ground was his body.
Immediately afterwards, there was severe pain.
"How...how could this happen?"
"How could Young Master Fengyang be defeated?"
"This is impossible. I must be dreaming. You slapped me?"
"Snapped"
"You're really going to hit me, I can't kill you!"
All the people on the long street were stunned and couldn't believe that the invincible Young Master Fengyang in their hearts had actually been defeated.
Moreover, it failed miserably.
The defeat was embarrassing.
"Master Fengyang, have you lost?"
On the roof, the scholar's eyes widened, and the pride and smile still remained on his face.
"Yeah, I lost!" Ye Qing said with a smile, "It's still pretty miserable."
"Lost, actually defeated?" The scholar's eyes were blank, and he still couldn't believe that Young Master Fengyang would lose.
"Friend, you lose, I'm waiting to see you spit out the sword!" Ye Qing looked at the scholar with a smile: "If you think the taste is not good, you can add some cumin, I don't mind."
"Spitting a big sword?" The scholar came back to his senses, with a hint of embarrassment on his face, coughed twice, and said righteously: "What, did I say this? Besides, as a scholar, how can I I would make a bet with you, which is simply insulting to politeness."
"Hmph, I have to go home to collect my clothes. Say goodbye!"
The scholar said something without blushing, turned around, jumped off the roof, and disappeared into the crowd.
"Haha..." Ye Qing smiled and looked at the scholar, a strange light flashed in his eyes.
On the long street, after defeating Duanmuyu with one punch, the perseverance and courage on the little Taoist priest's face disappeared, replaced by embarrassment and uneasiness. Looking at Duanmuyu who was sinking into the ground, he said worriedly: "Master Duanmu, you... Are you OK?"
"Ahem..." After a while, Duanmuyu swayed, raised his head, and said with a sinister look: "I was about to admit defeat just now, why are you still taking action?"
"Ah...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know you wanted to admit defeat."
The little Taoist priest's face turned red: "Before I went down the mountain, my master once warned me that in a fight, you must beat the opponent until you are unable to fight back, otherwise you will be easily deceived."
"I met several people before, and I defeated them all, but they suddenly attacked me when they were admitting defeat. It was so bad."
"So, I really didn't mean it, I didn't mean it."
"Forget it, it's okay." Duan Muyu stood up, the viciousness in his eyes disappeared, patted the dirt off his body, and said calmly: "I lost this time, little Taoist Master, your thunder and boxing skills are extraordinary, how dare you I asked the little Taoist priest where he came from and what sect he came from?"
The little Taoist priest blushed and said, "I...I don't have a sect, I only have one master."
Duanmuyu's eyes flickered: "May I ask your master's name?"
The little Taoist priest said honestly: "Master won't let me say it."
Duanmuyu said: "Then I won't force it."
"By the way, will the little Taoist priest go to the Hidden Dragon Meeting this time?"
"Yes, I am going south this time to attend the Hidden Dragon Meeting." The little Taoist replied, and then added: "Master asked me to go."
"Well, when the Qianlong Meeting is held, I will learn the tricks from the little Taoist Master. I hope the little Taoist Master will not refuse?" Duanmu Yu said.
"Definitely, definitely." The little Taoist priest responded hurriedly.
"Then I'll take my leave first."
Duanmuyu cupped his hands and turned to leave. When Duanmuyu reached a secluded place, he suddenly covered his chest, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale.
"Sir, are you okay?" A black figure silently appeared beside Duanmu Yu and supported him.
"It's okay, it's just some damage to the internal organs."
Duan Muyu waved his hand with a sinister look: "An Yi, send out the family secret guards and kill the little Taoist priest."
