Compared with the lightness and sharpness of Shaohua's swordsmanship, Sven Xingchen's Shaohua fan method is more chic, while Yang Nan's Shaohua sword technique is more ferocious. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Sven Xingchen is like a handsome son, holding a free fan, with a beautiful girl, in the spring of March, sailing to the south of the Yangtze River, enjoying the flowers and swimming in the lake, occasionally looking back, teasing and teasing the beautiful girl, so uncomfortable.

And Yang Nan gives people a completely different feeling, bold, straight and straight, rampage, just like a little tiger cub who has just come down the mountain, he is not afraid of the sky and the earth, but he doesn't know that a little experienced old cow can put him on the belly of the sky, and the fierce and vicious hunter can make him fall into a place of no return. But Yang Nan is not afraid, he is that kind of character, free and cheerful character, let the branches cut through the skin, he doesn't feel any pain, and there is nothing wrong, just rush, hit!

According to Yang Nan's understanding of Shaohua Kung Fu in the past, it was above Sven Xingchen, but now Sven Xingchen doesn't know which master he has been instructed by, one hundred and eight moves, Sven Xingchen is unscathed, but Yang Nan's clothes are already in tatters.

"Yang Nan, you can't beat me, I am not what I used to be today!" Sven Xingchen looked up and laughed and said.

"Really?" Yang Nan had a dull face, I have made a lot of progress in the past few months, but how can this Sven Xingchen improve so fast in a short period of time?

"Then look at my trick!" Yang Nan pulled out a small kitchen knife with his left backhand, folded his arms, and the two knives flew over, and the big peng spread his wings and slashed towards Sven Xingchen.

"Good time!" Sven Xingchen exclaimed.

Yang Nan's move is fierce!

Everyone present saw Yang Nan's momentum, although under the same move, Yang Nan suffered a lot, but fortunately, he only injured his clothes, and no one was injured, but Yang Nan, this kid, was not discouraged, his move changed, and he continued to attack!

"Come on, Brother Nan!"

"You must win!

The two women, Sun Linling and Yu Qingquan, silently shouted for Yang Nan in their hearts, and their sincere eyes stared at the tall figure on the stage.

Interesting, it seems that he is using the moves of Tianmen Mountain, so ...... Let's look at my move! Sven Xingchen calmly analyzed Yang Nan's moves, and with a fan in his hand, the head of the fan shook, and a "sword" was drawn obliquely.

"Sure of Tarzan!"

"What? Is it Sure of Mount Tai?" Zhu Chenkai was frightened.

"That's right, Master, I can also see clearly that it is our starting style that is determined to be Mount Tai. Ding Guotong walked quickly to the head of the house, hugged his fists and said.

"How can that kid know our swordsmanship?" Zhu Chenkai was puzzled, and then turned angry, "Who passed on our swordsmanship?"

"Master is angry, I'll send someone to investigate quickly!" Ding Guotong immediately knelt on one knee, hoping that Master would take care of the situation.

"Humph!" Zhu Chenkai trembled with anger, could it be that there is also a traitor in my Taishan faction? The green tendons of his right hand burst out, and the armrest of the Taishi chair "creaked".

Tao Youguang squinted at the masters, this is their Taishan faction's housework, it is better not to comment more.

"Rivers and mountains lead to strengthening!"

"Hongmao Taidai!"

"Tarzan Liangmu!"

"Tarzan Rock!"

"A Leaf Lost Mountain!"

"Sure enough, it's all the swordsmanship of our Taishan faction, okay! boy!" Zhu Chenkai's eyes narrowed tightly, staring straight at Sven Xingchen, "No matter who you are, if you don't give me a reasonable explanation, you don't want to get off my Taishan!" Zhu Chenkai said secretly in his heart.

Sven Xingchen was still fighting with Yang Nan on the competition platform in a very chic manner, so he wouldn't have thought that the head of the Taishan faction was thinking like this in his heart. But even if Zhu Chenkai knew about it, what if he used Sven Xingchen today, a small Taishan faction? Maybe Sven Xingchen wouldn't take it to heart. What about using the swordsmanship of your Taishan faction? If you use your swordsmanship, it looks like your Taishan faction! There are some sect moves, and I don't bother to use them!

The swordsmanship of the Taishan faction is magnificent, the moves are mighty, and the Tianmen Mountain knife technique of Yang Nan is a hard-hitting fight. Transported with internal force, Sven Xingchen's hand fan seemed to be not made of bamboo, as if it was filled with lead, more like smelted steel, and was handed over with Yang Nan's Xuantie kitchen knife, making a sound of "ding ding ding" gold weapons.

Yang Nan's understanding of the Tianmen Mountain exercises could not be more familiar, and in terms of knife skills, he surpassed the sword skills of his master, Deng Shanren, a native of Tianmen Mountain, so gradually Sven Xingchen became a little struggling. But it's okay, Sven Xingchen's moves have been changed again.

"Isn't this the leg method of our Evil Jiao Gang?"

"That's right! Look at this 'crocodile tail flicking'!"

"And that trick out of the water!"

"Hey, how can you kid make us gang's legs!Who the hell are you!" The gang of the Evil Jiao Gang was in an uproar and shouted loudly, and even Han Chunjun, who had been injured, struggled to get up and look at the stage.

"Huh. Sven Xingchen sneered, and his moves changed again.

"Hengshan Sword Technique!" he ...... He can actually use Hengshan Sword Technique!"

"It's looking left and right! It's Wudang swordsmanship!"

Who is he, and why does he have so many swordsmanship and fist skills?

When Sven Xingchen used a fan as a sword to perform Wudang swordsmanship, most of the people present, except for the people from the Golden Pigeon Gang, Sunjiabao and Tiger Roaring Heights, all the major sects sitting on both sides of the stage couldn't sit still, and stood up to accuse Sven Xingchen.

"Tiger and tiger are in the wind!" Sven Xingchen punched Yang Nan back, and then waved his fan to look at the audience.

"You don't have the ability to practice your sect's kung fu well, and you don't allow me to make a name for you?" Sven Xingchen said proudly.

"What a big breath!" Zhu Chenkai finally couldn't help it, and stood up with a slap on the chair handle.

Sven Xingchen glanced at Zhu Chenkai but didn't speak.

"Who are you, where did you learn the kung fu of each family?" Zhu Chenkai scolded loudly.

Yang Nan saw that there was such a situation now, and the head of Taishan intervened, and this competition could not continue, so he put his knife away and stood aside.

"It's my lord's teaching, so why don't you do it?" Sven Xingchen straightened his shirt and replied.

"It's my Taishan faction swordsmanship, why don't you say it's going to do me?" said Zhu Chenkai angrily.

"Really, will you make it okay to have me?" Sven Xingchen laughed.

"Presumptuous!"

A figure jumped into the stage, it was Ding Guotong, the eldest disciple of the Taishan faction.

"Ding Guotong, the chief disciple of the Taishan faction, is not talented, but I want to ask for your Excellency's kung fu to see who makes the real Taishan swordsmanship!"