Wu Yi, who was so desperate, was completely unexpected by Yi Xiaopeng, although he did not use all his strength, but in the face of Wu Yi at this moment, he felt an inexplicable psychological pressure, Yi Xiaopeng was secretly surprised in his heart: "Although he has learned the Seven Evil Sword Technique, but this person's progress is also a little too great, in the future, this person is definitely not an ordinary person, he must be a ruthless character!"

Wu Yi seems to be dying at this time! But years of experience tell Yi Xiaopeng that he must not be careless at this time!

Yi Xiaopeng stood in place, braking with static, responding to all changes with no change, and carefully waiting for Wu Yi to make a move.

Wu Yi quickly rushed to the vicinity of Yi Xiaopeng, Yi Xiaopeng still didn't move, Wu Yi suddenly teleported to Yi Xiaopeng's left, and Yi Xiaopeng immediately turned around. Wu Yi swung a sword at Yi Xiaopeng with his back.

Yi Xiaopeng raised his hand to catch it, blocked Wu Yi's sword, and slashed towards Wu Yi's sword.

But at the same time as Wu Yi made a move, a strange step, turned around, and moved towards Yi Xiaopeng's left side again, Yi Xiaopeng split the air, and Wu Yi picked up the painting again.

'Sweeping the Autumn Sand' Yi Xiaopeng took advantage of the situation and danced a sword horizontally towards his left side, and the sword qi like a fallen leaf flew towards Wu Yi.

But Wu Yi didn't make a move, he still dodged with the same moves and body techniques, and came to Yi Xiaopeng's left side again.

Suddenly, Wu Yi stopped in the rotation, his steps were not as light as just now, but like a meteor landing, his feet stepped heavily on the ground, stepping on some dust and smoke, and the other foot kicked violently, and the whole person turned with all his strength, and at the same time, the painting on his back rotated with his body, with the domineering power and sword qi that rotated in a circle, he slashed a sword towards Yi Xiaopeng's lower plate and swept away.

Ye Xun looked at Wu Yi's move in surprise: "This is... Deadly three!"

"Killing Three Styles...""The Last Move of the Seven Evil Sword Technique...""Wound a thousand enemies, and lose eight hundred!"

Although most of the people present knew the Seven Evil Sword Technique, not many people had seen the Deadly Three Styles, but naturally a few people could recognize it, and everyone looked at it in surprise.

Yi Xiaopeng naturally recognized it, he just turned around, reacted, his face was shocked, and the sword in his hand didn't have time to defend himself, even if the internal force gap was very large, but he definitely couldn't be careless, because he wasn't sure if he could take this move.

At this moment, Yi Xiaopeng is completely passive, he has only one choice, and he uses a move 'Yan Stepping on Flying Snow' to take off into the air and avoid the first form of the three deadly styles!

Wu Yi kicked his back foot violently, and the whole person rushed under Yi Xiaopeng with the shadow of the painting and his own sword qi.

In the first type of air, Wu Yi and Yi Xiaopeng turned their backs to each other, but the moment Wu Yi rushed over, he used all his strength with his front foot and kicked to the ground, his calf was slightly bent, his back was to Yi Xiaopeng, and he spun and jumped up.

The shadow of the painting followed Wu Yi's turn, and chased a sword qi towards Yi Xiaopeng who was diagonally upward.

Yi Xiaopeng had seen the first and second styles of the three deadly styles, so he knew what the next move would look like, jumped two steps in the air, turned around at the same time, and slashed towards Wu Yiyi's sword diagonally below.

The two sword qi collided under the corner of Yi Xiaopeng's eyes, and the air was filled with smoke and dust.

At this moment, Wu Yi, who rushed up, stabbed at Yi Xiaopeng with the shadow in his hand shaking rapidly.

Yi Xiaopeng hurriedly swept a sword towards Wu Yi, and picked Wu Yi's sword towards the top of his head. Yi Xiaopeng also raised his head with the help of this force, avoided Wu Yi's painting, and quickly retreated towards his diagonal back.

However, Wu Yi also used the power of Yi Xiaopeng to fly the painting, and the whole person spun in the air, and the painting shadow rotated with his whole person at the position of his shoulder, chasing Yi Xiaopeng and falling towards the ground together.

Yi Xiaopeng wanted to get rid of Wu Yi, but he couldn't make a move, so he could only retreat while being forced to resist Wu Yi who was chasing after him.

The two landed almost at the same time, the second form of the three deadly styles was over, Yi Xiaopeng resisted Wu Yi at the same time, he waved a sword qi with his hand, and he 'Feiyan back and forth' stepped towards his rear and retreated lightly, he had never seen the third style, but he knew that the three deadly three styles of the Seven Evil Sword Technique, the third type injured the enemy by 1,000 and damaged himself by 800, which was almost the same move, so he had to be extremely careful.

At the same time as Wu Yi landed, after blocking Yi Xiaopeng's sword qi with the painting shadow in his hand, he rotated the painting shadow and threw it directly towards Yi Xiaopeng!

The painting shadow took off his hand and quickly spun and flew towards Yi Xiaopeng, Yi Xiaopeng looked at the flying shadow, his eyes were full of caution, and he was highly concentrated, paying attention to Wu Yi's every move.

After the painting was taken off, Wu Yi's hind feet stomped back...

"Alright... Stop!" Tang Aoshuang shouted at Wu Yi, and a palm force had already flown out, knocking the shadow that was flying towards Yi Xiaopeng in rotation to the ground.

The painting fell to the ground, and Tang Aoshuang's voice was heard again, Wu Yi stopped and looked at Tang Aoshuang in a daze: "Uncle?"

Tang Aoshuang smiled faintly at Wu Yi: "Yes, although you are not his opponent now, I believe that in the near future, it will be okay to beat him." You've already behaved beyond your uncle's expectations, it doesn't matter if you win or not, even if you use the third form, you may be able to hurt him, but you still can't win against him, so so be it, this one is considered a loss. ”

"But..."Wu Yi looked at Mu Lingtian with some concern.

Tang Aoshuang looked at Mu Lingtian with Wu Yi's eyes, and comforted Wu Yi: "Don't worry, I have my own measure!"

Wu Yi retreated, and Wu Yi was defeated in the first game.

Liu Que smiled and looked at Tang Jing, he had seen Tang Jing's kung fu, and he was 100% sure that he would win Tang Jing: "Tang Shaoxia and I both use palms, then I will teach Tang Shaobao's kung fu next!"

Although Tang Jing couldn't beat Liu Que, he was never afraid of the challenge and stood up: "Then Tang Jing will be ugly!"

Liu Que and Tang Jing rushed together, this is a competition between internal force and palm technique, but it is obvious that Liu Que's internal force is much stronger, and Tang Jing is slightly inferior.

Liu Que proudly fought with Tang Jing, relaxed, without pressure, and said two mocking words from time to time: "The young lord of the Tang Sect is nothing more than that, it seems that this Tang Sect is not very good!"

Although it seems that Tang Jing can make a move with Liu Quening, after all, there is a gap in internal strength, and in terms of palm power, Tang Jing is slightly invincible.

Moreover, Liu Que had not used the Ice Palm, and Tang Jing had already begun to be at a disadvantage.

Tang Aoshuang looked at the competition and nodded with satisfaction.

Lu Yan looked at Tang Aoshuang with some concern: "If this continues, he will definitely be defeated, what kind of trick do you have?"