However, before Chu Fei's foot could kick Meng Tian's body, in front of everyone, Meng Tian's body suddenly dodged this kick at an incredible angle.

When Chu Fei's foot failed, not only Chu Fei, but even Fusu, Meng Tianci, Hu Hai and so many soldiers of the forbidden army who were watching the battle on the martial arts arena did not react. When everyone came back to their senses, they didn't even have time to remember how Meng Tian dodged this incredible kick just now, and they applauded one after another.

Chu Fei didn't expect that his kick would fail, according to his estimate, if this kick was kicked on Meng Tian's body, he could make Meng Tian look like he was not hurt in any way, but he could leave a dark wound inside his body. However, this kick was dodged by Meng Tian, and even Chu Fei felt a little unreasonable, how could Meng Tian's body dodge at such a tricky angle, like, like a slippery loach.

"How did you do that?" Chu Fei stopped and looked at Meng Tian who was standing a foot in front of him.

Meng Tian shook a sword flower, saw Chu Fei ask himself, and replied: "This is a kind of martial arts I created myself, you may not believe it, this is what I realized on the battlefield." ”

On the battlefield, the sword has no eyes, and no one dares to guarantee that he will be able to survive until the victory of the war when he enters the battlefield. And the method that Meng Tian used to dodge Chu Fei's kick just now was practiced under such circumstances.

"What's the name of this move?" Chu Fei was a little curious, why Meng Tian didn't use this move that night, if he used such a technique that night, I'm afraid that his sword really wouldn't succeed.

Meng Tian twisted his neck, and remembered a bean-like voice on his joints, "Well, I gave it a name, it's called the Dragon Eighteen Style (this name is a tribute to mythology, hehe)." ”

Chu Fei heard Meng Tian say the name of the body method that dodged his own kick, and then said, "'Eighteen Styles of Wandering Dragons'?"

"Not bad. ”

Meng Tianci also heard this 'Eighteen Styles of Wandering Dragons' in the martial arts arena, he didn't know that his father would have such a magical kung fu, why did he never hear his father talk about it when he was so big.

Since Meng Tian dodged this move, it can be regarded as his creation, Chu Fei is still very confident in the kung fu in his hands, after all, he has survived his killer career for so many years, and there are not a thousand but eight hundred people who died under his sword, and many of these people are masters who have been famous for a long time.

"Okay, come again, look at the sword. Chu Fei snorted softly, and before the people around him could see what he did, Chu Fei's figure disappeared in place, and the next moment he appeared in front of Meng Tian, jumping high, and the sword in his hand slashed towards Meng Tian's head.

Chu Fei kicked at Meng Tian's kick Yingzheng, who was in the distance, also saw it, originally he thought that Meng Tian would not be able to dodge, but he didn't expect Meng Tian to twist his body so incredible, and he dodged this kick. "Zhao Gao, how did Chu Fei's Meng Tian dodge this kick?

Zhao Gao originally wanted to secretly applaud Chu Fei in his heart, but he didn't expect that this kick didn't hit Meng Tian and made him happy in vain. Just when he was stunned, Ying Zheng opened his mouth to ask him, but he didn't hear what Ying Zheng said, and said, "Ah, what did Your Majesty ask just now?"

Ying Zheng glanced at Zhao Gao on the side, he thought that Zhao Gao was also stunned that Meng Tian was able to avoid Chu Fei's kick, and asked again: "I ask you, how did Meng Tian avoid Chu Fei's kick, can you see it clearly?"

Zhao Gao half-bent his body and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, you know, the villain doesn't know any martial arts, and masters like the general and the commander make moves, and the villain is just happy to see it, and he doesn't know anything about what moves the two people use." Your Majesty asked the villain, and that was the wrong person. ”

"I knew you would say that, forget it, I won't embarrass you, and I'll continue to watch the competition. Ying Zheng saw that the competition on the martial arts arena had started again, and he believed that after Meng Tian showed such a skill, the subsequent competition would definitely be more exciting.

The two began to fight again, and the applause of the crowd of onlookers gradually stopped, and everyone continued to watch the competition between the two people on the stage with bated breath.

After Meng Tian demonstrated the eighteen-style body martial arts of the Dragon Wanderer, the moves changed from the previous powerful and heavy style, and changed to light and agile, with changeable moves, originally Chu Fei started to attack first, but the result was that Meng Tian was defused by a few moves in a row, and some passive turned into active.

Chu Fei is not a rookie who competes with others, although the offensive is either defused by Meng Tian's moves, or he is dodged by Meng Tian's magical body. Meng Tian changed his moves to fight him, and Chu Fei would not continue to use the previous path as if he was going to change, so let's change it together.

The two of them were fighting faster and faster on the stage, and the people in the audience were watching from below. Some of the soldiers of the forbidden army who came to see the excitement and reacted slowly could only hear the sound of two swords clinking on the stage, but they couldn't even see the shadows of the two people who were fighting.

"Hey, brother, did you see the battle between the general and the commander above?" a soldier standing slightly behind asked himself a companion who had arrived earlier. Pen in Chinese

"That's natural, the general and the commander are really indistinguishable, you see the general slashed at the commander's throat with a sword, and the commander also attacked the general's chest with a sword, the two of them have a right move, this is the fifty-eighth move......" The forbidden soldier who came earlier when asked replied.

But before he could finish speaking, someone slapped him on the head, and the forbidden army who was interrupted looked angrily at the person who beat him, and found that it was a deputy commander standing behind him, and the slap just now was from the hand of the deputy commander.

"Deputy ...... Deputy Commander!" said the beaten Forbidden Army.

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, look at it well. The deputy commander of the forbidden army couldn't survive three moves in Chu Fei's hands, but that didn't mean he couldn't see the situation on the stage clearly.

Although Chu Fei's first few fierce offensives were defused by Meng Tian one by one, he did not fall behind. On the contrary, although Meng Tian's attack drifted flexibly, it was not very powerful, and every time it touched Chu Fei's sword, it was immediately separated again, not waiting for Chu Fei's power to be transmitted to his body along the long sword. Chu Fei could not hurt Meng Tian, and Meng Tian's offensive could not cause any substantial damage to Chu Fei.

Fifty moves is not too much, and less is not too little, but if it is according to Meng Tian's style of play, two people will not be able to tell the winner on stage if they play another hundred moves.

Chu Fei slashed horizontally with a sword, and the blade of the sword swept two inches of Meng Tian's chest, although it did not attack Meng Tian, but the gang wind brought up by the sharp sword blade still cut a cut on the clothes on Meng Tian's chest.

Meng Tian was not to be outdone, and the "thunderbolt" in his hand shone with a white light, and swept towards Chu Fei vertically. Seeing that the white light could not be dodged, Chu Fei's body spun extremely fast and jumped towards the sky. Although his movements were fast, the white light struck the armor armor on his leg, leaving a shallow trail on it.

The two of them had already fought to the point of white heat, and there were still the last three moves left before the fifty moves said by the eunuch who came over to deliver the message of His Majesty the Emperor just now.

Chu Fei suddenly changed positions of his head and feet in the air, originally with his head on top and his feet down, but when he fell down, his feet were already on top and his head down. The arm holding the sword was facing straight down, and the long sword in his hand was also straight down, aimed at Meng Tian on the ground.

"It's good to come. Looking at the sword that fell from mid-air at a rapid speed, Meng Tian snorted softly. Chu Fei's sword momentum had already locked on him, and he had to follow this sword. However, if you want to take this sword hard, you will have to use a lot of force in your left hand to make the sword, so that the wound on your left rib will be pulled and it will recur.

To answer or not to answer, there is no time for Meng Tian to think about this question.

Chu Fei's speed was very fast, and in just about a breath, Chu Fei's long sword had already reached the top of Meng Tian's head. Meng Tian raised his hands and put the long sword on top of his head, and stopped Chu Fei's long sword above his head with a lifting momentum.

Chu Fei's long sword struck the sword body less than two fingers wide of the "thunderbolt", and the powerful falling force pressed the long sword in Meng Tian's hand into a "U" shape, and finally the sword momentum stopped above Meng Tian's head and continued to fall.

Chu Fei was on top, Meng Tian was on top, and the two of them were temporarily stalemate on the martial arts arena.

Chu Fei knew in his heart that as long as he held on for a longer breath, the possibility of Meng Tian's wound recurring would be greater. Even if his long sword couldn't move forward for another point, he had to let Meng Tian hold on to his sword for a moment longer.

Meng Tian's right leg arched slightly, and his left leg supported his entire body. He felt a tingling pain coming from under his ribs, a symptom of the wound before it recurred.

"Hey. Meng Tian gritted his teeth, his arms suddenly raised upward, and at the same time, his originally bent right leg suddenly stood up straight, only to hear two "clicks", and the hard bluestone slab under Meng Tian's feet shattered in response.

With the help of the power transmitted from his legs, coupled with the toughness of the "Thunderbolt" sword itself, Chu Fei had nowhere to borrow his strength in the air, and was directly pushed away by Meng Tian, turned his head in the air, and then lightly landed in front of Meng Tian a far away.

Chu Fei smiled slightly, at the moment when Meng Tian pushed him up just now, he saw a trace of pain on Meng Tian's face, although it disappeared quickly, but Chu Fei believed that the old wound from Meng Tian's last assassination just now had begun to recur, and his goal had been achieved.

Meng Tian also passed by just now, and he believed that Chu Fei, the commander of the forbidden army, was the killer Chu Fei who wanted to assassinate him. The posture of rolling in the air just now was exactly the same as the time I met him in Handan. The familiar figure, the skill that Meng Tian remembered in his bones, made him very sure that Chu Fei was the killer.

Chu Fei fell to the ground, he looked at Meng Tian and found that Meng Tian was looking at him with an inexplicable look. Chu Fei grinned at Meng Tian: "What's the matter, did you find out?"

The two of them got together for only a moment in the martial arts arena, and only Meng Tian could hear the words that Chu Fei said, and only Meng Tian could understand the meaning of this sentence.