Cui Yingying was defeated. Zhang Tianhao was glanced at by Qin Haoming, understood and jumped onto the high platform. Without saying a word, the sword was unsheathed and the tip of the sword stabbed Zhang Tianhu. First he was as fast as a rabbit, and then he was as slow as a snail. I have no choice but to forgive you.
Zhang Tianhu saw that although Zhang Tianhao's sword moves were wonderful, they lacked stamina, as if he was seeking defeat. He was immediately overjoyed. He unsheathed his sword, dodged and stabbed Zhang Tianhao, and forced Zhang Tianhao back, winning the first round.
Zhang Tianhao saw that Zhang Tianhu's boy could be taught, so he relaxed and started his moves quickly and then slowly, and he only focused on attacking without seeking defense. After several battles between the two, the heroes in the audience mistakenly thought that Zhang Tianhu's swordsmanship was superb and that Zhang Tianhao had gained a false reputation. They couldn't help but cheer for Zhang Tianhu, hoping that Zhang Tianhao would give up his sword and admit defeat soon.
The sword shadows are crowded into a pile, dense and seamless, and non-sword masters cannot peek into the doorways.
In order to satisfy everyone's wishes, Zhang Tianhao saw Zhang Tianhu stabbed with a sword, but he couldn't dodge. He was hit by the sword on his shoulder and his leg in the abdomen. He fell off the stage, and the dignified hero lost all face.
Mother and daughter Xiao Ruoyun, who were watching the battle on the sidelines, were heartbroken when they saw Zhang Tianhao's inexplicable defeat. They rushed over, quickly helped Zhang Tianhao to the side, expressed condolences to his injury, and treated his wounds. They were in a hurry and talked a lot.
When Qin Haoming saw that Zhang Tianhao was useless, he wanted to step forward and teach him a lesson. Since he was in a camp and couldn't let others laugh, he had to endure it. He turned around angrily and glanced at Longchuan Hero Zhao Minghao on his right. His sharp eyes were like an order: "You must be more effective!"
Zhao Minghao jumped up, drew two beautiful arcs in the air, and landed in front of Zhang Tianhu.
When Zhang Tianhu saw his old friend arriving, he bowed his hands and said, "Brother Zhao, I wonder who you are fighting for?"
Zhao Minghao bowed his hands in salute and replied with a smile: "Brother, why are you asking so many questions? There is no way you or I will be the one who fights to the end. Please!" The sword was unsheathed, and with a flick of the blade, it was a move to "lead the snake out of the hole."
Zhang Tianhu originally wanted to reminisce about the past, but the sword energy was cold. Even if he had thousands of words, he had no choice but to store them in his dantian, turn them into the sword intention and pass it into his palm, transport it to the sword body, and spit it out quickly.
Zhao Minghao has been famous for a long time, and has already perfected his swordsmanship of "Capturing the Dragon in the Sea", which is more than enough to deal with Zhang Tianhu, a swordsman who relies on his family's fame. After ten or so moves, Zhang Tianhu was able to parry Zhao Minghao's attack but had no power to fight back.
Zhang Yifan in the audience was definitely not someone who pretended to be confused. He saw that Zhang Tianhu's swordsmanship was messy and his door was wide open. Every move was controlled by Zhao Minghao. If he continued to stalk and fight, he would be killed or injured. In order to prevent Longhu Villa's face from being damaged in Zhang Tianhu's hands, he shouted to the stage: "Tianhu, don't show off, come down."
When Zhao Minghao heard Zhang Yifan's words, he had to take into account the face of Longhu Villa. He used two swords to force Zhang Tianhu back seven feet and stopped the attack.
Although Zhang Tianhu was unwilling to do so, the old man's words were like an imperial edict to him and he had to listen to them. He put away his sword, saluted Zhao Minghao, and reluctantly went down to the stage.
If Longhu Villa wants to win the status of "talker", Zhang Tianhu has lost the qualification, so Zhang Tianlong and Zhang Yifan have to take action. However, Zhang Yifan is nearly seventy years old and has high moral standards. If he loses, he will not only make people laugh, but also damage the prestige of Longhu Villa. It is not suitable to take power easily.
Zhang Tianlong saw his father Zhang Yifan sitting still, as quiet as a mountain, with no intention of taking action, so he looked around at the masters in the audience and shouted to the doorman unconfidently: "Here comes the sword!"
The disciple presented the sword, Zhang Tianlong took it, took two steps forward, raised his hand towards Zhao Minghao, and said: "Brother Zhao, let me learn your clever move."
Zhao Minghao bowed his hands and said cheerfully: "Brother Tianlong, please!"
It is rare to see a master's fight, and the heroes in the audience will not miss such a great opportunity. Some spectators who thought they were inferior to others kept their eyes open and vowed to remember every move and every move the two men made next, engraved it into their minds and never forget it. Stones from other mountains can be used to attack jade. From now on, we will start with others and follow the example of a gourd and a ladle, no matter how specious or nondescript it is.
Zhao Minghao thrust his sword horizontally, and stabbed Zhang Tianlong's chest with the "Visitor from afar" move, as fast as the wind.
Zhang Tianlong dared to look down on him, so he took half a step back, blocked it with his sword scabbard, and fired back at Zhao Minghao's lower abdomen with a move of "Guests and Masters", impartial and upright.
The battle started, and the two were indistinguishable.
You have "Guests come to serve you with wine", I have "Serve first to show respect"; you have "Hospitality is hard to refuse", I have "A Thousand Drinks Will Not Get Drunk"; you have "Light Talk by the Candle", I have "Drunk Talk" ; You have "good reunion and good separation", I have "send you a thousand miles away"; you have "need to say goodbye eventually", I have "no time limit to meet again".
In order to win quickly, Zhao Minghao unconsciously used his special skill, "Snowflake Dance", and dozens of sword shadows covered Zhang Tianlong's whole body. The tip of Zhang Tianlong's sword rounded, creating a field of snow. He caught the snowflakes sent by Zhao Minghao, took advantage of the gap, and responded with the "Thousand Mountains Snow" move.
Zhao Minghao jumped into the air, pointed his sword straight down, and made a move of "Scorching Sun in the Sky", and thousands of golden lights flashed. Zhang Tianlong's snow melted, and he took advantage of the situation and used the move "River Suns Down".
Zhao Minghao moved Zhang Tianlong's sword and followed up with a move to "add fuel to the flames." Zhang Tianlong poured his inner strength into the sword body and launched a move called "Ten Thousand Waters Coming".
Zhao Minghao blocked the attack with his sword and responded with a "turbulent wave" move. Zhang Tianlong took half a step forward and aimed at Zhao Minghao's chest with the move "Cang Long Chuhai".
Zhao Minghao hurriedly dodged to the left and used his famous move "Entering the Sea to Capture the Dragon" to attack Zhang Tianlong's heart with overwhelming force. Zhang Tianlong was on guard for a long time. He used the "fishing net in hand" move with his left hand, covered Zhao Minghao's sword with the scabbard, and stabbed Zhao Minghao's right shoulder with the sword from his right hand.
Zhao Minghao's sword was trapped and he was unable to block. He abandoned the sword and failed to dodge in time. He was hit by the sword in his right shoulder. He was defeated and his reputation was lost.
Qin Haoming shouted angrily: "Master Miaoyi, it's your turn!"
'Danxia Yike' Hong Daolong stood up, walked slowly forward, slowly walked onto the high platform, and said warmly: "Tianlong, I watched you grow up, get married, and become famous, but today you are going to When weapons meet, it is really difficult to overcome the karma and achieve good results!"
"Master, please!" Zhang Tianlong defeated Zhao Minghao and had already drifted up, forgetting his last name. He smiled lightly at Miaoyi and stabbed him with his sword, hoping for a quick victory.
Miaoyi Master Hong Daolong saw that Zhang Tianlong was so impatient that he didn't even bother to reminisce about the past. He was so anxious that he took a step to the left, avoiding the edge of the sword, and struck Zhang Tianlong's chest with a Bodhi Palm as fast as lightning.
Zhang Tianlong had no time to dodge and was hit with a palm in his chest. He flew a foot horizontally and fell to the ground, with blood pouring from his mouth.
Mr. Zhang walked up to the stage, rushed to Zhang Tianlong's side, used his inner strength to help him stop the pain in his heart, and called the disciples to carry him down for treatment.
Master Miaoyi clasped his palms together and chanted: "Amitabha, how good, how good! When you save yourself, save others first!"
Zhang Yifan walked up to Master Miaoyi and said angrily: "Miaoyi, stop pretending to be compassionate! You and I have been friends for decades, but this slap is not as satisfying as this one."
Master Miaoyi bowed and said warmly: "Brother Zhang, compassion is compassion, there is no such thing as true or false."
Several men who were close to him shouted in support of Zhang Yifan: "Fake mercy is fake mercy!"
Miaoyi heard it and smiled slightly, unmoved. Because he has long seen through that the most remarkable emotion in the world is preconceptions, and most people are good at using "far, near, close, and distant" to measure the relationship between people. These heroes, who pride themselves on being heroes, rarely read poetry and books, and do not know what good and evil are, so it is difficult for them to jump out of the circle.
All the heroes who came to celebrate Zhang Tianlong's birthday were sitting in the audience. Seeing Zhang Tianlong defeated by Master Miaoyi, it was hard to accept. They always felt that Master Miaoyi did not abide by the previously agreed rules and violated the spirit of chivalry. At least it doesn't adhere to the purpose of making friends with force and making the point come to an end.
In fact, when it comes to winning or losing in a fight, the emphasis is on winning. The best way to win is to take the enemy by surprise, attack them unprepared, and defeat the enemy with one move.
Zhang Tianlong used a sharp weapon to attack an unarmed old man. He was also an accomplished monk who ate fasting and chanted Buddha's name. He attacked other people's vital points and took their lives directly. If someone doesn't settle the matter directly, or use less to defeat more, or cut through the mess with a sharp knife, how can a pair of fleshy palms be as powerful as a sharp sword. Besides, it's an old man fighting against a young man. In terms of physical strength, it's unfair.
Everyone sent Zhang Tianlong away with pity, and sent Zhang Yifan to the high platform with hope, hoping that Zhang Yifan could kill the enemy like Master Miaoyi, and not let Master Miaoyi Hong Daolong have a chance to breathe. Chance.
For the sake of his own Longhu Villa, Zhang Yifan would never disappoint the onlookers in the audience. After greeting Hong Daolong, he immediately took action.
The two elders are both good boxers and kickers, and they rely entirely on their internal strength to survive. The palms met, the sleeves danced wildly, and the wind blew fiercely. The blood vessels of the spectators swelled, and the flow accelerated, almost squeezing the blood vessels.
As a few cheers passed, the two men on the stage fought for more than ten rounds, with no winner or loser.
The two old people are already old, so their physical strength is inevitably weak. With the exchange of palms, they bounced off each other, pretending to put on a good-looking posture, just to seize the moment and rest for a while.
Zhang Yifan and Hong Daolong can be said to have been old friends for decades. They are familiar with each other's martial arts, and neither can hide it from the other. It is really difficult to win with fake and real methods. In order to overcome the physical weakness caused by advanced age and prevent the audience from laughing, they can only strike with all their strength to determine the winner or loser.
The two looked at each other and knew each other. With their respective Dantian luck, decades of cultivation were transferred into the palms, and they were swung forward. Four palms clashed, and one bounced away to determine the winner.
Hong Daolong retreated to the west side of the high platform. He failed to stand firmly and fell off the high platform. He lost.
Zhang Yifan retreats to the edge of the platform on the east side of the high platform, stands alone, and wins.
When everyone saw this, they applauded and shouted that they were happy and satisfied. Finally, the desires in their hearts were realized through the hands of others. They felt satisfied and happy.
Seeing Qin Haoming's displeasure written all over his face, Zhu Rongfeng transformed into a crane and flew towards Zhang Yifan.
Zhang Yifan had just fought with Master Miaoyi Hong Daolong and had consumed a lot of his internal energy. When he saw Zhu Rongfeng arriving, he felt a little guilty and reluctantly saluted: "Master Zhu, do we really want to have a showdown?"
Zhu Rongfeng replied: "Brother Zhang, we have been tied every time before, now it's time to decide the winner."
Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Zhang Yifan said: "Please!" Qi Lun Dantian, his sleeves danced wildly, and the ground was spotless.
Zhu Rongfeng was overjoyed when he saw Zhang Yifan's two-foot wall of energy. The energy from his dantian flowed into his palm, and he struck straight at him with one palm, hoping to open Huashan with his palm.
Zhang Yifan greeted him with a palm.
The two palms intersect, one bounces off, and each floats one foot away. The two smiled at each other and immediately transformed into two figures, shooting towards each other. One meets, several palms intersect, bounce off each other, and remain motionless.
The two of them each put all their cultivation energy into their palms, and just as they were about to have a life-and-death fight, a voice from the audience shouted out: "He is the man in black robe with silver threads who ambushed us."
