The old man took off the long sword on his back and threw it to Shi Wuzheng. Shi Wuzheng took the sword solemnly: "Thank you, great uncle, for giving me the sword."
With the sword in his hand, Shi Wuzheng jumped into the No. 1 field. The dust could not be lifted, and the wind and snow did not move. His elegant figure stood alone in the field. He was handsome and elegant in white clothes. He came out of the dust with ease, like a sword fairy in the sky.
The crowd immediately exploded, shouting like a wave of people. Some people yelled "Relegated Sword Immortal" and some shouted "Shi Wuzheng". One after another, the sound shocked everyone. There was also a group of women who came from nowhere. They shouted "Relegated Sword Immortal" and "Shi Wuzheng", and they shouted "I love you". .
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this scene makes me jealous to death." Gongsun Qi said enviously.
Not only Gongsun Qi, Shi Wuzheng's appeal has made countless people envious and jealous, but he is not handsome enough and his sword skills are not that good, so he can only slander him in his heart.
Facing the banishment of the Sword Immortal, Yang Lixiong felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy and was ready to go, unaffected by the audience's shouts.
The two of them saluted each other, and Yang Lixiong took the initiative to attack. The swords of the Yanling sword were like a waterfall, stacked one on top of another. Shi Wuzheng's figure was elegant, and the sword in his hand moved forward and backward at will among the sword lights, coming and going like the wind.
Yang Lixiong is also a master of Danjin. Unfortunately, his sword skills are a bit rough. He is probably self-taught or has surpassed the level of his master. He can only fumble forward on his own. His state is very unstable and he can only rely on a bloody courage.
Inherited from famous sects, and with the experience summed up by countless predecessors, Shi Wuzheng's path was very steady, one step at a time. Naturally, it was not comparable to a wild path like Yang Lixiong. Within a moment of the fight, Yang Lixiong was already at a disadvantage.
After fighting for a while, Yang Lixiong still couldn't shake Shi Wuzheng, using everything he had learned, and was defeated cleanly. The goal of many contestants like Yang Lixiong is not to win the championship, but to gain insights from the battle with the masters and take themselves to the next level. It doesn't matter if they win the best, it doesn't matter if they lose. The most important thing is to have progress.
Shi Wuzheng won, and the audience immediately became excited and shouted even louder.
Shi Wuzheng was very popular. As soon as Yang Lixiong left the field in defeat, someone immediately came on the stage, and a person jumped into the field on the other side of the field. The person who came on stage was a middle-aged man, who looked like a farmer, with his arms reaching his knees, and he walked like an old ape. He didn't speak, and he slightly cupped his fists in a double-covered fist posture.
Tongbei Quan was originally created based on the movements of apes. After practicing until the body resembles an ape, this person obviously has extraordinary skills and must be a famous Tongbei master.
When the farmer-like man came on the stage, Chu Xiang noticed that the old man's posture changed. His lazy demeanor became calmer, and he became as calm as a dragon dormant.
Gongsun Qi also noticed the abnormality of the situation. He looked at Chu Xiang and found that Chu Xiang had a solemn look on his face and turned to stare at the man on the field who looked like a farmer.
Shi Wuzheng pointed the sword at the immortal to point the way, and the peasants immediately attacked.
The peasant man's fists are like thunder, and the wind is howling. His fists are fierce and solid, vigorous and powerful, but not just fierce. There is a softness in the hardness, which is deeply rooted in the essence of Tongbei Fist.
Shi Wuzheng was not afraid at all. The cold light of his long sword was like lightning. The peasant's attack was even more intense, forcing Shi Wuzheng to use all his firepower without any intention of holding back. His fists were as heavy as mountains. The more the two fought, the more fierce they became. The fate of the body and soul disappeared, and the situation has become a desperate situation without realizing it.
At this time, even Zhou Shen and Feng Yao saw the danger of the situation, and they shouted in a deep voice: "Master."
The old man waved his hand, and the two of them had no choice but to sit still, suppressing the anxiety in their hearts and watching the fight between the two on the field.
Chu Xiang understood what the old man was thinking. Only in a desperate situation could a breakthrough be achieved. A desperate situation was dangerous, but it was the best opportunity. Wudang's courage was beyond Chu Xiang's expectation. This was probably the confidence of the famous sect.
"A member of the Qi family?" Gongsun Qi said in a deep voice.
"Zhang family." The old man said.
In the Zhang family, the number one master of Tongbei Quan for hundreds of years has the surname Zhang, the Arms Saint Zhang Ce.
Shi Wuzheng was already at a disadvantage, and the peasants were following him like a shadow as they attacked fiercely. They did not allow Shi Wuzheng any chance to breathe, let alone a chance to escape. They made it clear that they wanted to kill Shi Wuzheng on the spot.
Even Wudang has nothing to say about killing his opponent in an upright martial arts competition. This is a conspiracy, an extremely sinister conspiracy.
"Senior Zhang Zhen is also from the Zhang family?" Chu Xiang suddenly asked.
"Branch." The old man said.
It turns out that Zhang Zhenbian is from the same clan, and now the problem becomes complicated.
Chu Xiang and Gongsun Qi looked at each other. They both saw the worry in each other's eyes, and at the same time a question arose in their minds: Why did this person want to kill Shi Wuzheng?
In the desperate situation, Shi Wuzheng completely exploded. The long sword in his hand poured down like a galaxy, and the sword light was like a waterfall, one after another. When the farmer's offensive was blocked, Shi Wuzheng got a chance to breathe, but he did not just leave, but fought back.
The farmer was happy and unafraid. He threw, shot, penetrated, drilled, and chopped. His palms changed, and he shuttled back and forth in the light of the sword. He looked at the sword net as if it were nothing. His feet hooked, kicked, bounced, and hoofed in an unpredictable manner. Before long, Shi Wuzheng was standing there. Again at a disadvantage.
The sword was like a jade dragon, Shi Wuzheng tried his best, but was finally defeated. He was bullied by the farmer and stepped forward. He hooked, grabbed, and pushed, and his techniques changed continuously. Shi Wuzheng was caught off guard, and the sword was knocked out of his hand. Shi Wuzheng's left sword finger turned into a fist. After receiving the palm of the farmer, the palm of the farmer seemed to be strong, but it was used with sticky force, preventing Shi Wuzheng from walking away. Shi Wuzheng's internal energy surged violently, and the farmer had to use his hands to exert force, shattering Shi Wuzheng's left hand, and Shi Wuzheng used it The momentum recedes.
Shi Wuzheng fell to the ground, and the old man suddenly stood up. His rickety figure was like a sword unsheathed, his breath was sharp and sharp, and he took one step forward and was already in the field.
The wind and snow were dancing wildly, and the old man's beard and hair were flying. He stretched out his right hand and said the word "sword" in his mouth. The long sword left by Shi Wuzheng on the ground flew into the old man's palm.
"Please advise." The old man said word by word, his momentum rising steadily, as if there was no limit, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his sword energy was overwhelming.
The farmer's face changed slightly. Unexpectedly, the old man took action decisively and gave him no way to retreat. He raised his hands and waved his hands, hoping that he could only fight to the death.
As a member of the Zhang family, he can die but cannot retreat. He understands that the old man wants his life today, and he can only fight because he originally wanted Shi Wuzheng's life.
The old man swept across with his sword, his sword intention was like a prison, his sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and he swept away thousands of armies.
When the sword came out, no one above three feet dared to hit it, and the peasants stooped forward and rushed forward.
The old man drew his second sword, and struck down a thousand mountains with force.
Peasant's spines protrude diagonally.
The old man's third sword came out, slashing down diagonally, just in front of the farmer's protruding body. The farmer punched hard, the wind of the fist was like thunder, and the energy was like a flood, but he couldn't block the thin sword light. The sword light passed by, and the sword intent was so intense that the farmer felt a chill in his chest, all his internal organs were stinging, and all his strength was gone.
The farmer was about to die from serious injuries. He looked at the cold sword in the old man's hand with a calm expression and smiled: "I have been farming for seventeen years, but I still can't do it well."
No one understands what this sentence means.
The old man snorted coldly, and the sword light moved again, a head flew up, and blood was like a fountain.
Someone stood up on the sidelines, glaring angrily, filled with murderous intent. However, the old man's sword pointed at him, and everyone bowed his head, but no one dared to move.
Liwei, the extremely arrogant and domineering Liwei, whoever dares to touch my Wudang people, this is the fate. Wudang has principles, but there are also no principles. When there are no principles, it doesn't matter who you are, and it doesn't matter who the descendants of the Arm Saint are. If you have the courage, come and fight. If you kill you, you will have to cut off your head.
The old man threw the sword casually, and the long sword fell into the scabbard on Shi Wuzheng's back.
He didn't expect the old man to be so ruthless, so arrogant, domineering, and unscrupulous. Chu Xiang had a huge change in his view of this smiling old man. When he was young, this guy was probably a troublesome person.
Shi Wuzheng's left wrist was shattered and he had to go to the hospital for surgery. Gongsun Qi reluctantly accompanied Shi Wuzheng to leave.
Chang Wuyi and Yin Wuwo are going to play, and the old man has to continue to hold the line. Chu Xiang has never played before, but he may play. He has been defeated. He is the only one who is the most suitable. He can only accompany Shi Wuzheng.
There are constant battles on the field, and at the end of every game someone comes up to challenge. The appearance of the old immortal has little impact on the young people. For them, the most important thing is to seize the opportunity to become stronger.
Chu Xiang was moved as he watched the fighting on the field, but he understood that there were too many old immortals interfering in today's round. He was not Shi Wuzheng, and no one was supporting him. There might not even be anyone to collect the corpses. The other party would definitely not miss it. With such a good opportunity to kill him, once he comes on stage, it will be a narrow escape.
"You want to have sex?" The old man felt the fluctuation of Chu Xiang's energy.
Chu Xiang shook his head.
"In the past hundred years, countless geniuses have died in the hands of these people. You are still young and have plenty of opportunities. There is no need to get involved in this muddy water. They plotted against you last time. If you go up, you will never come back." The old man said.
"I know." Chu Xiang said seriously, and the old man's words spoke to his heart. Those people are no more than dead bones in the grave and won't survive much longer. They probably want to come out and stir up trouble while they can still move. There is no need to get entangled with them. In another year at most, I will no longer be afraid of these people and have plenty of time to spend with them. Consumption.
Hearing the old man's words, Song Xiaoting grabbed Chu Xiang's arm tightly, fearing that he would go up and die on impulse. Chu Xiang touched Song Xiaoting's head and held Song Xiaoting's hand.
Among the top ten newly released masters, except for Yan Zhongda, whose origins are unknown, the other eight are all disciples of famous families. Only Chu Xiang came out of the wild. Like a bright light in the dark night, how could such an existence not arouse the murderous intention of some people? .
Yin Wuwo's opponent was a swordsman who was also at the peak of marrow refining. He used the Bagua Dao. Wudang Sword faced the Bagua Dao, and the killing was indistinguishable. After forty-seven moves, Yin Wuwo was defeated. The swordsman did not kill them all, but gave up when he was ready.
Yin Wuwo was not unjustly defeated. He was too young. He was proficient in swordsmanship but not experienced enough. He had little experience in fighting enemies. His opponent was extremely proficient with the Bagua Dao. He had spent at least ten years of hard work on it. He was very Sophisticated.
After defeating Yin Wuwo, a Danjin master came on stage. This Danjin master's weapon was very strange. It was a short stick as thick as a finger, but his arms were long. In just a few moves, the short stick master defeated the swordsman cleanly. .
Yin Wuwo looked a little depressed, lowering his head and not daring to look at the old man.
"You can't afford to lose a game, then you can go back to the mountain to guard the gate from now on." The old man scolded unceremoniously.
Of course he didn't want to go back to the mountain to guard the gate. He spent his whole life on that lonely mountain at the age of twenty-five. He might as well have died.
"You are not allowed to go back within half a year. You can walk around by yourself." The old man said again.
"Yes, uncle." Yin Wuwo said respectfully. He was not stupid and knew what the old man meant.
Chang Wuyi did not wait for the schedule to be arranged. After the swordsman who defeated Yin Wuwo was defeated by the short stick master, Chang Wuyi took the sword and faced the short stick master.
