Teng Kan's tiger-eye bamboo steel whip made a "whooshing" sound when he swung it, and the speed was much faster than the mountain ax just now. Qinbei Pavilion
Seeing this, Wu Song swung his sword to block, and Teng Kan immediately drew back his whip, and then suddenly cracked it down, apparently a continuous attack.
Wu Song was calm and waved another sword to block it. Teng Kan used the same move again, drew back his whip and cracked it again.
"Um?"
Wu Song blocked it several times, feeling that Teng Kan's tiger-eye bamboo steel whip would become stronger every time it fell.
Teng Kan had a serious look on his face, veins popped out in his arms, and he poured all his power into the steel whip and swung it with all his strength.
Wu Song blocked Teng Kan's steel whip with one sword, but the other sword was no longer preparing to parry, but directly attacked Teng Kan. Although Teng Kan's power was terrifying, he was not Wu Song's opponent. A single whip could not take advantage of its strength. Then this advantage will be completely lost.
Teng Kan reacted quickly, taking a step back and sliding the steel whip back in his hand to block Wu Song's attack with the sword.
"It's too early to be happy!"
Wu Song smiled, stepped forward, and attacked Teng Kan with two swords in his hands at the same time.
The steel whip in Teng Kan's hand kept swinging, and it was a watertight whip that actually blocked Wu Song's series of attacks.
"How many more moves can you block?"
Wu Song kept waving the two swords in his hands, forcing Teng Kan to retreat continuously. If the fight continued like this, Teng Kan would definitely be defeated if he didn't make ten moves.
In fact, Wu Song and Teng Kan are also quite good in martial arts. Under normal circumstances, Wu Song would not be able to defeat the two of them so easily, but this is an arena, and the range of movement is only so large. They are restricted and at a disadvantage, so they will be easily defeated. defeat.
Teng Kan parried ten more moves, but when he saw that he was about to be defeated, he became unwilling to do so and swung the tiger-eye bamboo steel whip at Wu Song in a last-ditch effort.
Seeing this, Wu Song raised his swords together. The sword and the steel whip collided with a loud sound, and Teng Kan's tiger-eyed bamboo whips broke into two pieces.
This sudden scene shocked Teng Kan and also shocked Wu Song. Neither of them expected that there would be something wrong with the weapon.
Wu Song put away his sword and took a step back. Teng Kan's weapon was broken, and the victory was decided.
"I lost!"
Looking at the broken steel whip in his hand, Teng Kan was silent for a while and then said, picked up the broken whip and left the stage.
"Brother Yuan, Wu Song is really good at fighting tigers. I am no match for him!"
Teng Kan returned to the stands and said to Yuan Lang.
"Brother Teng Kan, rest first, I'll go meet Wu Song!"
Yuan Lang patted Teng Kan on the shoulder to comfort him, then took his two water-hardened steel balls and entered the ring.
Yuan Lang is nine feet tall, has a majestic build, and has a red face and a yellow beard. He gives people a strong sense of oppression as soon as he takes the stage.
"Jishan Red Faced Tiger Yuan Lang!"
Yuan Lang held two steel guns and reported to Wu Song. From these concise words and tone, everyone could tell that Yuan Lang was an extremely old-fashioned and unsmiling person.
"I heard my brother talk about the Five Tigers of Jishan: Tengkan, the descending tiger, Majin, the one-eyed tiger, Mawei, the white-haired tiger, Tengshen, the food-loving tiger, and Yuanlang, the red-faced tiger. It seems that the Five Tigers of Jishan are all on stage today!"
Wu Song looked at Yuan Lang and smiled.
"Do you think that just because you have beaten a tiger, you can defeat me, the Five Tigers of Jishan?"
Yuan Lang had cold eyes and an unkind look on his face. None of them in Jishan claimed to be the Five Tigers of Jishan, but Wu Song in front of him was famous for hunting tigers and seemed to be their natural nemesis.
"Hey, today is just a competition in the ring. How could I think that way? I just saw the martial arts of the Five Tigers of Jishan, and that's why I sighed."
Wu Song explained that he was too late to be happy to see such a person in the world, so how could he be contemptuous of it.
"Then you'll learn a lesson."
Yuan Lang said no more, raised two steel weapons in his hands and got into a stance.
Wu Song also became serious when he saw Yuan Lang's pair of water-polished steel weapons. The weapon is an extremely rare weapon with a complex structure. It is the most tricky and difficult to defeat among the eighteen kinds of weapons. It can be smashed, pierced, bent, and deformed. Catch it, it’s hard to guard against.
Yuan Lang's pair of water-milled steel knives are even more impressive. They are more than three feet long, with a hand at the end of the handle, and the fingers are slightly bent, like a pair of tiger claws. The one on the left hand weighs fifteen kilograms, and the one on the right hand weighs sixteen kilograms. These single spears are already heavier than ordinary spears.
When Yuan Lang saw Wu Song also raising his two swords, he rushed forward with a single step, and the pair of steel swords directly hit Wu Song from the left and the right.
Wu Song did not choose to take a hard hit this time, but took two steps back to avoid and counterattacked Yuan Lang with his sword.
Yuan Lang did not give in at all, and waved his hands towards Wu Song.
The Jie Dao and the Gang Lao collided, sparking a fire. Both sides refused to give in. A pair of Jie Dao and a pair of Gang Lao just stood together.
Wu Song and Yuan Lang both stared angrily, feeling each other's great strength.
Yuan Lang was secretly surprised. This was the first time he had encountered an opponent with such incredible strength.
"Interesting, the master is finally here!"
Wu Song looked at Yuan Lang and said with a smile, "Although the martial arts skills of Teng Qian and Teng Kan just now are also good, they are still inferior to Yuan Lang."
"Fight again!"
Wu Song forced Yuan Lang back with all his strength, and swung his two swords to kill him again. He was also using two weapons. Yuan Lang's strength was enough for him to fight to his heart's content.
Yuan Lang said nothing and waved his swords in his hands towards Wu Song. The pair of steel swords were no less than a sword.
The fight with short weapons is not as beautiful as that with long weapons. Lu Zhishen and Deng Yuanjue were really competing against strength, but the short weapons had more changes, and the speed was so fast that it was dizzying.
"Impossible, this Wu Song can actually tie with Yuan Lang!"
Li Yan couldn't believe it. Among the Jishan Five Tigers, Yuan Lang was the strongest in martial arts. In his early years, Yuan Lang was just a coolie who moved bricks and built houses. He was born with a strange phenomenon. He was extremely strong and powerful. He was able to carry it, but later he got into an argument with someone and knocked down a wall with one punch in a rage. Later, he lived in the world and made a big name with a pair of heavy steel weapons.
"You see clearly, this is not a tie! Yuan Lang is at a disadvantage, and he is suppressed by Wu Song with his strength!"
Li Zhu whispered, Wu Song's Jie Dao collided with Yuan Lang's Gang Lao, and each time the Gang Lao was hit by the Ji Dao, he was pushed back half a point. Although Yuan Lang fought hard, he was always one step behind Wu Song, but this is how a master can win by fighting. One line.
"Wu Song is so powerful that Yuan Lang can't bring out the power of Gang Lao."
Du Bo shook his head and said, this kind of weapon is different from a knife. The attack of the knife is nothing more than slashing and stabbing. It can also smash, scratch, stab, and scratch. But now that he has lost a point in strength, these attack methods have become vain. , I can't fight head-on, how can I have a chance to change my moves?
"Wu Song didn't even use his full strength in the two battles just now! It's really scary!"
Fengtai's eyes flashed with excitement and murderous aura. He was the most aggressive. How could he not be excited when he saw such an impressive opponent?
Li Zhu squinted his eyes and looked at Wu Song's sword skills.
"Strong yet soft, it doesn't rely purely on strength. This step?"
Li Zhu's expression became solemn. Wu Song's sword skills were very powerful, but this footwork surprised him even more. Strength starts from the feet, and the basis of martial arts lies in the lower body. Wu Song's footwork was as calm and powerful as a tiger walking. Flexible and uncertain, every step he takes is subject to great pressure.
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