"Is this move very powerful? It feels like the eldest brother is being held in mid-air, making it difficult to move." Ye Tan asked.
Zhao Xue smiled and said: "Haha, Tianbo moves his hand, this move is not simple. This move is to punch all the energy in the air, compress and change the space, so that people are instantly in a new environment, both physically and mentally. , will fall into ten times or a hundred times the normal pressure. It's like a person falling into water, except that the water is thicker and makes it difficult to give birth. If the big brother can't break this trick, he will definitely lose!"
Xie Xu's body suffered tremendous pressure in the air, and powerful internal energy suddenly surged out of his body. The internal energy suppressed by the cold poison, with the help of the nine-turn Yang exercise, was able to completely open up his muscles and veins at this critical moment. In an instant, the muscles and veins were connected, and the powerful and domineering heart poured out comfortably and surgingly.
"Lion's fang and the sky!"
With a violent shout, Xie Xu punched out the golden lion fangs with his palms, tearing open the space, and rushed towards Gong Ying's chest like lightning. With a bang, Gong Ying was knocked back more than a dozen steps. She relied on her body armor to avoid serious injuries. Gritting her silver teeth with hatred, Gong Ying refused to admit defeat. She regained her inner strength and made an uproar like a black python being pulled out, and faced Xie Xu forcefully.
High in the sky, a mad lion spread its fangs, and a subdued dragon pounced on its steel claws. The two fought for dozens of rounds. The more they fought, the fiercer they became, and the more they killed, the more eager they were to fight. The martial spirit in Xie Xu's body gradually awakened, the stagnant tendons and veins in his body were completely healed, and his internal strength increased steadily. Gong Ying's martial arts potential has also increased dramatically, his powerful martial arts sense has become more sensitive, and he has the possibility of breaking through the realm.
"Oh, Gong Ying and Xie Xu are actually talented people who are born with each other. They can inspire each other's potential. Oh, it's a pity, it's a pity." Yu Wenlan looked behind and was speechless.
"What's the pity?" Yu Wenzhao asked in confusion from behind.
"It's a pity that Xie Xu got married too early. If he had been a few years later, he would definitely inherit my mantle. If he had met Gong Ying a few years later, it would have been a match made in heaven." Yu Wenlan said with a smile.
"Uncle, you can't talk nonsense. Martial arts training is important, but family is more important. Even if you don't achieve the highest level of martial arts like you, it will not affect your happiness in life." Yu Wenzhao said with a smile.
"Hey, you're worthless. I used to be afraid of my wife, but now that my wife is gone, I'm still not motivated at all. My life is over, and I can't see any promising disciples or grandchildren." Yu Wenlan.
With hundreds of moves made by interlocking palms and claws, sweat gradually appeared on Gong Ying's forehead, and Xie Xu's breathing became rapid. Suddenly, the two of them breathed out their last breath, without hurting each other. They both lifted the move eight or nine points into the air. By coincidence, they saw two golden dragons roaring into the sky, exploding into clouds and billowing for ten miles.
The two of them each took a few steps back, both of them feeling weak. Gong Ying laughed, cupped her hands and said, "As expected of the wild lion hero, I enjoyed the fight today. It's a pity that I'm a little weak and can't fight anymore." "The girl's strength is extraordinary, Xie Xu is willing to be defeated. Capture the dragon and break the bone claws , It really lives up to its reputation." Xie Xu cupped his hands and said.
"Haha, I didn't expect that Gong Ying of the Jinlangshan Gong family is so extraordinary. I declare you a draw. You two can choose whether to stay in the arena or not. Or you can wait for a while and decide the winner later." Ji Cheng came on stage and said with a smile.
"Hey, I lose. Xie Xu was seriously injured half a month ago, and his strength has not fully recovered yet. Otherwise, I will definitely not be my opponent. I admit defeat. However, I will come back for advice in the future. If you and I can't have fun today, tomorrow There must be male and female." Gong Ying said with a smile.
"Hey, you are so polite, girl. She was also injured by poison yesterday, and she was tired from traveling. Otherwise, Xie Xu may not be able to block your moves. I should be considered a loser," Xie Xu also said.
"Hey, you two have to be humble on the stage. Go down and have a rest. You are both the leaders of the younger generation and the hope of the future. With hard work and practice, you will definitely become martial arts heroes. We, the older generation, can be considered I have been outcompeted by you. Let others continue to compete on stage." Ji Cheng said with a smile.
Gong Ying and Xie Xu flew back to their seats.
The arena was deserted again, and everyone was surprised. This World Conference was really different from previous years. There was rarely such a thing as a draw in the past. This time the competition was really harmonious.
"I wonder which of the two young heroes below will come on stage to compete. This is a rare opportunity, so don't delay."
After Ji Cheng finished speaking, he saw a young man in white clothes among the Bai Dao gang, holding a three-foot green blade, flying gracefully into the field like flowing water. First, he saluted Ji Cheng: "Nangong Changfeng has met my uncle."
"It turns out to be Changfeng! The Thirteen Sword Mountains are full of talented people, and it's time to show them off. Your swordsmanship is also the best among the young disciples of Jian Yue. My uncle is optimistic about you." Ji Cheng smiled when he saw the visitor.
"Thirteen Sword Mountains, the leader of swordsmanship in Jianghu, all disciples born in Jianghu are masters of swordsmanship. In recent years, nine out of ten swordsmanship masters in Jianghu are from them. However, they are not too enthusiastic about the ranking of Jianghu, so they sent Nangong Changfeng can be considered polite." Zhao Xueyao said.
"Yes, who in the world doesn't know about the Thirteen Swords Mountains, and Yan Yijian, the Golden Sword God, is from the Thirteen Swords Mountains. With such a background, no one in the world dares to offend him." Everyone was talking about it.
Seeing the Thirteen Swordsmen coming on stage, the major gangs using swords in the black and white circles instantly became interested. Not waiting for a while, at the Spirit Sword Sect from the front row of Bai Dao, a disciple in black jumped up with a long sword in his hand.
The young man was holding a long sword, about five feet long. The blade was black and looked like a sword, which was very unusual. The young man's arms were extremely long, his height was eight feet tall, and his aura was extraordinary.
"Hey, second sister, what kind of sword is this? You should know it from the Jingji Sect, right?" He Mingming looked at Zhao Xue and asked.
"He is from the Jingshu Sect, the Spirit Sword Sect, and a descendant of the Wushan Sword lineage, Ma Ping. This is a variant of the two-handed sword. It has the power of the sword and the power of the sword. It is very powerful. At the beginning, it was my Qin Wu Sword Horse It’s also difficult to get benefits from him. I haven’t seen him for a few years, so I’m afraid he’s very talented.” Zhao Xue replied.
"The Jingji Sect is so powerful. Just one Spirit Sword Sect has so many martial arts and so many masters."
Ma Ping came on stage and raised his sword to report: "Jingji Sect Lingjian Sect, Wushan Long Sword, Ma Ping, please teach me."
Nangong Changfeng nodded slightly, raised his sword and returned the salute: "Nangong Changfeng, please teach me."
After the two of them finished speaking, they moved at the same time, but when they saw Nangong Changfeng's body was like catkins curled up in the water, he was almost disappearing. In an instant, Ma Ping, who was killing with great speed, turned sideways, raised his hand to draw his sword, and stabbed with a sound. The sword came out so fast that it actually brought him with him. The sword was scabbarded and flames flew out!
"So fast!" Everyone in the venue exclaimed at the same time.
Faced with the speed of Nangong Changfeng, the gods and ghosts, and the speed of the gods and ghosts' swords, all the elders in the arena were amazed: "He is worthy of being a disciple of the Thirteen Sword Mountains. This strength should not be underestimated even in front of the best masters."
"This is too scary. Each of these masters is more scary than the last. I'm afraid I won't even have a chance to lift my sword when encountering such masters. How can people live like this? It's all my fault, Master, for insisting on letting me learn like that. With my poor Yuanling swordsmanship, I will never be able to stand out in my life." He Mingming glared and couldn't help but blame Xue Yang again.
"Hey. Sixth brother, the master is thinking about you before letting you learn the Yuanling Sword Technique. The Yuanling Sword Technique is steady and steady, and it is the most suitable for you. It's just that you have little experience and can't understand it. However, Ruo always doesn't satisfy you. , you always want to catch people. It happens that all the masters of the black and white arts are here. I will ask a few seniors tomorrow to find you some of the top swordsmanship books in the martial arts world. In the future, if you can really practice it, two I admire you, and it counts for your ability. If you can't achieve anything, then don't blame the master anymore." Zhao Xue said coldly.
"Really? Second sister is better. As long as I have good skills, I will be able to practice well and become a real master within a year." He Mingming was overjoyed when he heard this.
"A real master is strong in his heart, not in force. Only if you truly understand this truth can you have the possibility to become a strong person." Zhao Xue.
"If you don't have strength, how can you be strong inside?" He Mingming muttered.
On the stage, Nangong Changfeng's white divine light flashed, and outsiders could hardly see a trace of his true form. The golden light swam in the silver thread where the sword passed, and the silkworm cocoon blocked Ma Ping, the successor of Wu Shanjian. Ma Ping held a long sword in both hands, swung the sword like a knife, and slashed violently from all directions, unleashing a storm of sword energy from all directions, scattering all the opponent's attacks.
"It's amazing. Nangong Changfeng's Golden Wind Steps and the Weeping Silver Sword have been practiced to the extreme. Most people have no chance of taking over. And Wu Shan Jian Ma Ping is indeed the strongest disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect. This two-handed sword is used It's truly extraordinary. Martial nephew, it's not in vain that you can see such swordsmanship this time."
At this time, under the high platform, Xiao Lang, the sword king of the underworld Tianshenmen, looked back to the side. The young man with a gentle and kind face and a faint smile asked. The young man was carrying a black iron sword, with sword bones all over his body. He smiled proudly and said: "Uncle Master said, I thought that the world would be no more than a small fight, but I didn't expect to meet many interesting warriors. However, this sentence of the world Yes, the number one spot can only be me. Even if Nangong Changfeng draws his sword, he can't beat my next move."
"Haha, you are worthy of being a disciple of the Sword God. It is this self-confidence that makes the master take a liking to you. Haha."
