"The first round of the competition in Chenshi, start!"

A Hongdae voice sounded, Feng Jin's heart sank, and he looked at Feng Mou in the field.

With Feng's strength, the chance of overturning is very small, but after all, he is a Confucian and a land immortal who specializes in killing, and his strength is definitely not to be underestimated.

The moment the voice fell, the wind moved, and the whole person turned into a red shadow, and he directly moved more than ten feet horizontally with a sliding step, and the halberd in his hand was centered on his waist, waving into a full moon.

"Kill!" a loud shout sounded in the wind, and the whole person jumped up several feet high, spun around twice in the air, and the halberd in his hand smashed directly at the young man in Tsing Yi with the help of torsion.

The sound of the halberd breaking through the sky was like thunder, and countless qi engines exploded, and the momentum was extremely huge, and in an instant, it came to the young man in Tsing Yi.

At this time, the latter's face directly changed color, he didn't know what he was talking about, as if he was scolding, and his figure suddenly retreated.

At the moment when he dodged and retreated, the halberd smashed into the ground where he had been like a boulder, and a loud bang spread to all sides, and even the people in the next few venues could hear it clearly.

A three-foot pit appeared, nearly a foot deep, and countless flying stone fragments blew up all around, and the dust was rolling for a while.

"Oh my god! Rifeng can smash such a big pit with such a hard rock?!"

", withdraw, withdraw! Don't be injured by mistake, hurry up and go!"

"Hurry up in the back, hurry up!"

There was a commotion around the venue, and the first reaction of countless people was to retreat a few feet back, away from the area where the two were fighting.

The wind smashed a halberd to no avail, and then used the body as the fulcrum, and danced the halberd in his hand, and a round of full moon appeared, chasing the young man in Tsing Yi and killing him.

The people on the iron frame around the peak gradually began to notice the situation on the wind's side, and the people next to their field began to gather more and more.

To be honest, the visitors who came here were also in the Zhulong Bridge realm, and most of them were the elders and sect masters of the major forces, and they were not interested in the competition in the Qingying Field.

Most of them can come here because they can use junior competitions to create topics to communicate with other forces, get closer to each other, and occasionally open a handicap to gamble a little money.

Looking at the naïve competition between juniors, the bigwigs of various forces can get to know each other, which is why they want to come to see Qingyingchang.

However, there are also some people who are dedicated to observing young leaders, and if they pull in a reckless genius, they will make a lot of money.

Whether their own disciples can enter the top ten or not, that is something that the giants of the top ten forces should consider, and it has nothing to do with most people, to be honest, they really don't care what name their disciples can take, it is enough not to be ashamed.

It is important to practice when you are young, but after all, you are a young man, and whether it is strength or experience, you are by no means comparable to an old bird. Relatively speaking, they were more concerned about the competition of the Dai Sect Field, which was the game at the same level as them.

However, at this time, an interesting scene appeared, a group of land immortals on the iron frame in the center stood up one after another, looking at the martial arts venue where Feng was from a distance, and their faces were full of shock.

At this time, Feng was fighting the Confucian disciple, and the halberd was like a wind and thunder dancing, and every time it landed, there would be a loud noise, and after a while, the venue would be full of potholes.

The sword-wielding Confucian disciple didn't dare to make contact with Feng's halberd at all, and tried to get close to him many times to no avail, so he could only dodge constantly, jumping up and down to dodge Feng's halberd.

Both of them are standard weapons in the war army, and the materials are almost the same, and there is no situation where the sword is used to cut off the head of a certain halberd of the wind, and at this time, the gap between one inch long and one inch strong appears.

Feng has a halberd of twenty-seven feet, and the sword in the hand of the Confucian disciple is three feet long, and not getting close means that he can only be beaten passively, but he has been repeatedly stopped when he is close.

The halberd in Feng's hand turned into a full moon, not to mention close, he couldn't even get close, and in the first few rounds, the Confucian disciple also tried to use his sword to provoke the halberd, guide it to change its trajectory, and then take the opportunity to rush towards it.

But after only two or three contacts, he no longer had this kind of thought, without it, just because Feng's strength was too great.

The halberd is like a mountain, just touching the tiger's mouth will be numb, and he also thinks that Feng has learned the way of yin and yang, and knows the techniques of "four taels to dial a thousand catties" and "a thousand catties to press four taels", and ordinary moves have no effect on him at all.

As more and more people paid attention, and even many participants from the Dai Sect Arena came here to watch, and the battle between the two had already gone through several rounds, and it gradually entered a white heat.

The young man in Tsing Yi was helpless, and his mentality was not as calm as before, and his body gradually became a little unstable.

At this time, Feng Jin felt a strangeness, this young man was not much older than him and Feng, at such an age, he was actually a land immortal who majored in the art of killing, how could he be a mortal.

And since he is majoring in the art of killing, he can't use a gun and halberd, how can he have no other means, at this time, his body is a little unstable, which is obviously abnormal.

Thinking of this, Feng Jin's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he stared at the young man with a somewhat solemn expression, feeling the changes in his qi.

Ma Monroe felt the change in Feng Jin at this time, and said with some doubts: "What's the matter?"

The Confucian disciple was helpless, there was no way to get close, the sword in his hand was a scrap metal, and he would be hit hard if he was not careful, and at this time he was already confused and could not fight anymore. ”

Feng Jin shook his head lightly when he heard this, and said in a deep voice: "No, the master taught me not to let down my vigilance at any time, and to consider things from the other party's point of view."

Although this son has repeatedly failed to get close to him, after all, he is a land immortal who specializes in the art of killing, and he can't be a mortal, and his mind won't be so bad. ”

Ma Monroe's mouth opened slightly when she heard this, and when she heard Feng Jin say this, this is indeed the truth, and suddenly her face was no longer optimistic as before.

At this moment, Feng Jin's face changed, and he suddenly exclaimed, "Qimen Dunjia!"

Before the voice fell, the young man in Tsing Yi in the venue suddenly stopped Feng's halberd with a horizontal sword in one hand, and collided with him.

Then I saw that his other hand suddenly pinched an inexplicable gesture, and said loudly: "King Kong Possession Wanfuli!"

When the words fell, a layer of golden light appeared out of thin air around this person, and an inexplicable qi enveloped his arm, and the whole person shone brightly.

"Boom-"

The swords and halberds collided, and a loud bang echoed on the field, and the rolling aftermath of the explosion of the gas engine flew directly to a few zhang away, and the bodies of several close spectators were swept upside down and crashed into the people behind them, knocking down four or five people one after another before they stopped their bodies.

At this time, the halberd in Feng's hand flew out upside down, but the sword in the hand of the Confucian disciple only shook a little, and the next moment, it stopped its figure.

"Tinch Refutation!"

The young man in Tsing Yi let out another loud anger, and took advantage of the opportunity of the halberd in Feng's hand flying upside down, and the whole person hurried towards him.

"Be careful!" Feng Jin, who was outside the field, suddenly shouted to the wind.

Made, this thing is really not an ordinary person, no wonder there is a sentence of killing techniques that are also divided into battlefield and off-battlefield.

In fact, as the first of the hundred techniques, the art of killing is not the strongest in the art of killing, but its number is the largest and the most extensive.

Extending to this day, just as the "princess" is no longer a "princess", the "art of killing" is no longer a simple "art of killing".

Today's killing techniques are mainly divided into two types, one is the original meaning: a martial artist who majors in physique and minors in qi.

The other is the literal meaning, all the techniques of attacking and killing are called killing techniques.

No wonder this son doesn't use a gun and halberd, and an idiot is like an idiot who holds a sword and fights with Feng's halberd.

Qimen Dunjia is composed of "Qi", "Gate" and "Dunjia", which is a derivation technique that came out in the period of the Emperor. It is precisely because of its appearance that the art of derivation has been elevated to the rank of "big art", and it is no longer a trivial section.

Odd, for B, C, Ding three odd.

The door is open for rest, life, injury, Du, scenery, death, shock, and opening.

Escape has multiple meanings, one finger evasion, one finger escape, and one finger circulation.

Jia, for Jiazi, Jiaxu, Jiashen, Jiawu, Jiachen, Jiayin.