Wang Yue's momentum is so terrifying!

Li Xuanfeng was pushed by a huge force, and his body slid uncontrollably on the ground. With the True Martial Sword in his hand against Wang Yue's coiling dragon stick, he couldn't help but be shocked when he looked at Wang Yue, whose eyes were full of black light.

In terms of strength, in fact, he is on a par with Wang Yue. But in terms of momentum, he is not as good as Wang Yue. And because his momentum was not as good as Wang Yue, he was gradually suppressed by Wang Yue and fell behind in the competition.

The Four Heavenly Kings of the Dark Martial Arts, they are in charge of the dark forces of the entire Huaxia. Donglin is brutal. Xitang is insidious, Nanyin is indifferent, and Beichen is ruthless. These four heavenly kings, no matter which character they are, are fierce and ruthless existences. And after Wang Yue took over Beichen's position, he was better than the blue, blacker and more ruthless than Beichen.

can't be suppressed by Wang Yue with momentum, otherwise he will be defeated.

Li Xuanfeng was secretly worried in his heart.

When he was pushed by Wang Yue and got closer and closer to the edge of the ring, he suddenly roared, stomped on the ground hard, and stepped into a big pit on the ground. At the same time, it stimulates the true qi in the body. The muscles of a pair of arms swelled, and they resisted Wang Yue's huge strength.

No matter which god-level master it is, it is a person of infinite strength to ordinary people. With the True Martial Sword in his hand against Wang Yue, Li Xuanfeng burst into infinite white light from his eyes. "Wang Yue, the strength of you and I is almost the same, do you think you can suppress me just with the momentum of your Dark Heavenly King?"

"Huh. Wang Yue just sneered.

His laughter was full of disdain and disdain. As soon as he turned his body, a black light in his hand swung towards Li Xuanfeng.

"What!?" Seeing Wang Yue smashing himself with a coiling dragon stick, Li Xuanfeng immediately raised the True Martial Sword in his hand to block. When the True Martial Sword in his hand came into contact with Wang Yue's coiling dragon stick, there was a huge fluctuation in the air, and the weapons of the two of them erupted into a burst of dazzling sparks.

A large crack suddenly appeared in the ring under Li Xuanfeng's feet, and as soon as his feet were loosened, a pair of feet also sank a little.

Suddenly, he only felt a buzz in the back of his head, and his whole eyes were full of stars, and he pounced on Wang Yue fiercely.

"What?" Li Xuanfeng was in pain, and at the same time he was terrified.

was actually hit by Wang Yue?

By the time he regretted it, it was already a little too late for him. saw Wang Yue looking at him and sneering, when he pounced in front of Wang Yue. Wang Yue slammed his chest with a coiling dragon stick across his chest. There was a sudden sharp pain in his chest, Wang Yue suddenly bent the coiling dragon stick again, and countless dragon tendons suddenly opened in the center of his coiling dragon stick, Wang Yue hooked his neck with the coiling dragon stick, forcing his body to bend down involuntarily, and slammed his knee into his face. Then, a kick flew high into his chest, kicking him out of the air.

"Li Xuanfeng, you are not my opponent, admit defeat. Wang Yue grabbed the coiling dragon stick with one hand and looked at him expressionlessly.

At this moment, the audience was in an uproar.

Li Xuanfeng looked at Wang Yue's eyes in shock, and at the same time was full of complexity, and his body trembled involuntarily.

He forgot that although the coiling dragon stick in Wang Yue's hand looked like a long stick, the center of the coiling dragon stick was actually soft, woven with countless special materials, and the shape was like a dragon's tendon, in fact, this coiled dragon stick was a nunchuck. When Wang Yue injected true qi into the coiling dragon stick. The whole body of this dragon stick is hard and can be used as a long stick. And when he withdrew the true qi of the coiling dragon stick, the coiled dragon stick was a nunchuck.

He had just used the True Martial Sword to frame Wang Yue's coiling dragon stick, forgetting that Wang Yue's coiling dragon stick could be bent. So when he held Wang Yue's coiling dragon stick, he was accidentally hit in the back of the head by Wang Yue's coiling dragon stick.

A coiling dragon stick, beating the invincible opponent all over the world, this is the most subtle thing about the coiling dragon stick.

When Zhao Kuangyin, the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty, conquered the world, there were no nunchucks in the world at that time. When the enemy fought with Emperor Zhao on horseback, he was often taken by surprise and was shot down by Emperor Zhao by hitting the back of the head with a dragon stick. At that time, there was no such weapon as the nunchuck, and they were defeated before they could come up with a way to restrain themselves when they saw it for the first time. The coiling dragon stick is actually the ancestor of the nunchuck and the three-section stick, which is also the most subtle feature of the coiling dragon stick.

Fortunately, Li Xuanfeng is a god-level master, otherwise he would have been hit by Wang Yue just now, and he was afraid that he would bleed on the spot and die on the ground.

"Don't you still admit defeat?" Seeing that Li Xuanfeng's eyes kept flashing, he seemed to be thinking about something.

Wang Yue sneered.

This is a ruthless character, seemingly harmless, but in fact, it is better than Beichen.

I endured a dull pain in the back of my head. Li Xuanfeng gradually became angry, "Our Wudang faction is the second of the nine major sects in China. Our Wudang team is one of the top eight in the national martial arts competition. How can I, Li Xuanfeng, admit defeat?"

With a loud roar, he put the True Martial Sword in his hand horizontally, and directly stepped out of the big pits on the ground of the ring and rushed towards Wang Yue.

I only saw a huge amount of true qi rushing to my face, and the ring was stepped on one by one, and the ashes were splashed everywhere. Wang Yue sneered. When Li Xuanfeng rushed towards him, a black stick qi swung fiercely.

"Break!" Li Xuanfeng slashed Wang Yue's stick qi with a sword.

"If you're not a god-level mid-level master, I'm afraid you'll be beaten by me on the spot. Suddenly, Wang Yue appeared in front of Li Xuanfeng.

"Wang Yue, you are arrogant!" Li Xuanfeng had a handsome face and was angry, and stabbed at Wang Yue with a sword.

"Your Wudang swordsmanship is good, I am waiting for your sword. Wang Yue smiled, his eyes were fanatical.

When Li Xuanfeng stabbed this sword, he held one end of the dragon stick in each hand. With a little force, the heart of the entire coiling dragon stick opened, and countless dense dragon tendons appeared. Let the True Martial Sword pass through the middle of the stick and stab straight at him. He suddenly closed the heart of the stick and twisted the dragon stick in his hand hard.

"Ahh

was twisted by Wang Yue, Li Xuanfeng's right wrist was instinctively twisted, and the wrist joint was in severe pain. It was Wang Yue who was unloading his weapon with a coiling dragon stick, if he didn't let go of the true martial sword in his hand. His wrist must have been dislocated.

Li Xuanfeng had no choice but to give up the weapon in his hand and hit Wang Yue fiercely with one palm.

"Taiyi Palm!"

"Taizu Long Fist!"

Seeing that Li Xuanfeng was trying to win in a dangerous way, he struck at him with a palm. Wang Yue immediately threw away the coiling dragon stick in his hand and punched his palm.

With a snap, the fists were facing each other, and after Wang Yue punched Li Xuanfeng's palm, the air suddenly shook, and at the same time. Li Xuanfeng spat blood out of his mouth, and the whole person suddenly flew out of the ring like a kite with a broken string.

With a pop, Li Xuanfeng landed heavily.

The black qi on Wang Yue's whole body gradually dissipated, and the whole person became an ordinary young man. A smile appeared on his face. He shook his fist at Li Xuanfeng in the audience, "Thank you, Senior Brother Li Xuanfeng." ”

"Wang Yue's team, Wang Yue's victory!"

In the four big screens in the huge arena, Wang Yue's team added one more point and displayed three points on the screen.

"In the competition between Wang Yue's team and Wudang team, Wang Yue's team won!"

Wang Yue's team defeated the Wudang team and directly advanced to the top 32.

"Hahaha, Wang Yue won! I thought Wang Yue couldn't beat Li Xuanfeng, I was scared to death!" Brother Pig was covered with sweat, wiped it vigorously, couldn't help laughing happily, and immediately climbed into the ring, ran to the ring and hugged him tightly in his arms.

"Senior brother won!" Zhao Xi'er was happy, jumping like a bird, and her figure appeared in the ring in a flash, hugging Wang Yue's tall body tightly.

"Good!" The drunkard clenched his fists and walked to the ring with Young Master Qian, Yuwen Shenju and Hou Shaofei to greet him.

A smile appeared on Li Mingxi's snow-white face, and a pair of cold eyes looked at Wang Yue's sparkling.

"Senior brother, how are you?" the Wudang faction immediately ran towards Li Xuanfeng.

"I'm defeated. Li Xuanfeng's face turned pale.

He was a big disciple of the Wudang faction, and he never dreamed that he would be defeated by Wang Yue. And when he saw that the top 64 of the Wudang faction was eliminated in the competition, his heart suddenly felt sour.

His competition with Wang Yue did not exceed five moves. The first three moves were suppressed by Wang Yue, the fourth move was hit in the back of the head, and the fifth move was directly knocked out of the ring.

……………

Li Xuanfeng couldn't help but clench his fists.

"Your True Martial Sword. "Suddenly. A cold light flashed in the ring, and a sword was plunged straight into front of Li Xuanfeng.

Raising a pair of eyes, Li Xuanfeng saw Wang Yue's harmless face.

Li Xuanfeng gradually narrowed his eyes.

When Wang Yue was cheered by everyone and hugged out of the ring, Li Xuanfeng's heart gradually became cold, and endless hatred swelled.

Wang Yue, defeated me Li Xuanfeng, do you think you can become a national martial arts champion?

If you had been before, you might have become a national wushu champion.

However, this year's national martial arts champion is to become the leader of the national martial arts league.

You are not a disciple of a famous sect, your master is not the abbot of Shaolin Mercy, not the head of Wudang, and not the leader of the martial arts alliance, Qingyun.

Hehe, without a background, I see how you become the leader of the National Martial Arts League!