Not only Changsheng noticed the changes in Ouyang Chuanfeng's left hand, but Liu Tianlin also noticed that Ouyang Chuanfeng was hiding a deadly move. However, loud noises were strictly prohibited in the Immortal Palace, so Liu Tianlin was not allowed to speak out to remind him even though he was extremely anxious.
After several rounds, Ouyang Chuanfeng finally took action and directly caught Yang Dongbao's sword with his left palm. At the same time, he quickly raised his right foot and kicked Yang Dongbao in the lower abdomen.
Not only Yang Dongbao did not expect that Ouyang Chuanfeng would grab his long sword with his bare hands, but Chang Sheng and others were also surprised, because before this everyone only thought that Ouyang Chuanfeng was going to attack Yang Dongbao with his left palm, but they never thought that Ouyang Chuanfeng would attack Yang Dongbao with his left palm. Use the cinnabar palm to snatch Yang Dongbao's weapon.
Ouyang Chuanfeng originally wanted to snatch the sword from Yang Dongbao and kick him off the stone platform, but Yang Dongbao was good at using swords and knew what it meant to lose the sword. Therefore, although Ouyang Chuanfeng was kicked by him, he still held the sword tightly and never let go. .
Ouyang Chuanfeng's kick was very powerful. He thought he would be able to kick Yang Dongbao off the stone platform, but Yang Dongbao held the sword tightly and did not retreat. Seeing this, Ouyang Chuanfeng's nose trembled, and he raised his right foot again and aimed at Yang Dongbao's lower abdomen. Another powerful kick.
This kick directly caused Yang Dongbao to spit out blood, but Yang Dongbao still held the hilt of the sword tightly and refused to let go. At the same time, he rushed out his left fist in an attempt to counterattack.
But people's energy is limited, and people who are good at using weapons often have poor boxing and kicking skills. Before Yang Dongbao could get closer with his left fist, Ouyang Chuanfeng raised his right foot to push his left arm away, then quickly raised his left foot and kicked Yang Dongbao again. lower abdomen.
Yang Dongbao suffered severe injuries, and blood was spurting from his mouth and nose, but even so, Yang Dongbao still did not let go.
In fact, Ouyang Chuanfeng could have kicked Yang Dongbao and let go of Yang Dongbao's sword. In this case, Yang Dongbao would naturally fly down and fall off the stage. However, he had repeatedly kicked Yang Dongbao before and failed to force Yang Dongbao to let go. If he gave up the fight for Yang Dongbao at this time, With a long sword, it seems that the victory is not complete enough.
In order to completely defeat his opponent, Ouyang Chuanfeng held the long sword tightly with his left hand and kicked Yang Dongbao vigorously in the chest and abdomen.
By this time, Yang Dongbao already knew that there was no hope of victory. In order to save the last dignity, he could only grit his teeth and hold the hilt of the sword tightly, and would not let go no matter how crazy Ouyang Chuanfeng kicked him.
Because Yang Dongbao clenched his teeth, blood spurted out of his nose and splashed all over Ouyang Chuan's plump head and face.
Seeing Ouyang Chuanfeng's cruel attack, Liu Tianlin and others were furious. They all stood up from their seats and glared at each other.
In order to support Ouyang Chuanfeng, the Beggar Clan's Left Protector Gongsun Chengwei and others also left their seats and stood up, looking at each other from a distance with Liu Tianlin and others.
Changsheng and the others did not get up, nor did Long Haotian, who had left his position. Changsheng had a cold expression, while Long Haotian was smiling.
Under Ouyang Chuanfeng's repeated kicks, Yang Dongbao finally fell off the stone platform.
Before Yang Dongbao could hit the ground, several guards generals stepped forward to catch him. Yang Dongbao's face was as white as paper, his whole body was twitching, and he was coughing up blood. It was obvious that his internal organs had been kicked to pieces by Ouyang Chuanfeng.
Yang Dongbao was unable to speak at this time, but he still held the half-broken sword tightly in his hand. There was no doubt that Yang Dongbao lost, but he was not completely defeated, because his weapon was still there and was not taken away by his opponent. He used His own life saved his last bit of dignity.
Although Ouyang Chuanfeng was victorious, he was still defeated. He threw away half of the sword in his hand angrily and turned around with a fierce look in his eyes, looking around ferociously.
Seeing that Yang Dongbao had no way to save himself, several generals of the imperial guards became angry and pulled out their weapons to get on the stage. One of the middle-aged generals stopped everyone and turned to look at Liu Tianlin.
Liu Tianlin nodded slowly.
After receiving Liu Tianlin's approval, the middle-aged general stepped onto the stage. This man did not carry any weapons and faced the enemy with his bare hands.
After the middle-aged general came to power, he cupped his fists at the young Yin officer in greeting, then turned to look coldly at Ouyang Chuanfeng, "General Yulin Chen Xiulie is here to ask for advice."
Before Ouyang Chuanfeng could answer, the fat monk who had spoken earlier sarcastically said again, "When the Tang Dynasty had real talents, they would fight among themselves."
Hearing Monk Fan's taunt, everyone in the group frowned. Having obtained the bronze talisman, Da Tou felt confident and left his seat angrily. He stretched out his hand and said, "Shut your stupid mouth. If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will go to Tianzhu and kill you."
The obese monk did not expect that Datou would dare to insult him in front of the young Yin official. He turned to look at the young Yin official in panic, "God, that dwarf threatened me, did you hear it?"
The young Yin official raised his eyebrows and glanced at Fan Monk, "No."
"Ah?! He was so loud, how could you not hear him," the fat monk shouted urgently, "You have to take care of him."
The young Yin official frowned and waved his hands, "Ansheng, sit down. If you talk nonsense again, I will scare you."
As soon as the young Yin official said this, everyone outside the venue burst into laughter. In the eyes of the world, gods are serious in speech, but this young Yin official is very casual and does not have any pretense of being old-fashioned.
At this time, Ouyang Chuanfeng had already fought against Chen Xiulie. This was a real fight between the two, because neither of them used weapons, they only used a pair of fleshy palms. Ouyang Chuanfeng used cinnabar palms. After practicing his skills, Both palms were red, and Chen Xiulie practiced iron sand palms. Under the stimulation of spiritual energy, his hands were as black as ink.
Different from the previous tossing and turning, the two of them fought head-on. They didn't use their body skills and directly attacked each other with their palms. The sounds of explosions were heard one after another.
Chen Xiulie also cultivated in the mountains. After many years of immersion, he had already mastered the iron sand palm, while Ouyang Chuanfeng had also practiced the cinnabar palm to the extreme. The two faced each other head-on. The battle was fierce and the momentum was astonishing.
Chen Xiulie came on stage this time holding back his anger, aiming to avenge Yang Dongbao, but Ouyang Chuanfeng did not fall behind even in the number of palms he faced. Every time he faced off, he retreated half a foot further than Ouyang Chuanfeng. From this, It can be seen that although both sides are cultivated in mountains, Ouyang Chuanfeng's cinnabar palm is superior in terms of the purity of internal energy and the power of martial arts.
By this time, Chen Xiulie already knew that he was no match for Ouyang Chuanfeng, but he did not retreat despite the difficulties. Instead, he became more courageous as he fought. His purpose was also very simple, even if he suffered internal injuries, he would also consume Ouyang Chuanfeng's energy. The aura paves the way for everyone on our side to attack the enemy later.
There was no skill at all in the competition between the two. They kept attacking each other with their palms. After more than a dozen palms, blood flowed from the corners of Chen Xiulie's mouth, and his dark palms were swollen. Different from the iron palms known for their fierceness, the cinnabar palms It's a poisonous palm. Being hit by a cinnabar palm will cause poisoning.
Seeing that Chen Xiu Lie was defeated, Ouyang Chuanfeng did not attack quickly with all his strength. Instead, he slowed down the pace of the attack, giving Chen Xiu Lie enough time to gather momentum.
Naturally, Ouyang Chuanfeng's move was not out of goodwill, but with ulterior motives. If Chen Xiulie was captured quickly, Chen Xiulie would be defeated at most. However, Ouyang Chuanfeng was not a fool. He had already seen that Chen Xiulie was consuming his spiritual energy. He was annoyed and did not want to Chen Xiulie stepped down prematurely, but wanted to keep him on stage and wait for his poison to attack his heart before making a serious move to kill him.
Realizing Ouyang Chuanfeng's sinister intentions, Liu Tianlin said in a deep voice, "General Chen, do what you can."
As soon as Liu Tianlin said this, he immediately attracted angry looks from the Beggar Clan camp, and the young Yin official who had been standing in the Kun position also turned to look at him, "During the competition, no one outside the venue is allowed to make any noise."
Hearing this, Liu Tianlin had no choice but to keep silent. Fortunately, Chen Xiulie heard Liu Tianlin's words and took the initiative to retreat and admit defeat, "I am not as good as others, so I am willing to be inferior."
The other party accepted defeat, and Ouyang Chuanfeng could only stop there, even if he was unwilling to do so, "Haha, easy to say."
After Chen Xiulie stepped down, General Yulin, who wielded a sword, wanted to come on stage and capture Ouyang Chuanfeng. Unexpectedly, a Beggar Clan disciple rushed to the stone platform first under Long Haotian's instruction...
