Yang Renhai said: "The old man has given the master face, what ideas do you have to say now, how to count the war and how to count the surrender?" Wuxiang glanced at the group of heroes, and said slowly: "The so-called war surrender is just the same reason, is killing people the wish of the donor?" Yang Renhai said calmly: "To be honest, it is not what the old man wants, but the old man has no other way, someone is a moth to the fire." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Master info doesn't want to see killing, so what should I do?" Wuxiang said: "This idea is very simple, when the victory or defeat is determined by competition, no matter what the victory or defeat is, it can reduce the sin of killing. Yang Renhai laughed and said: "What tricks does my Dao master have, the old man is now in control of your life and death, and he still needs to divide the victory and defeat?" Wuxiang said: "Otherwise." There must be a major reason why the donor has arrested everyone, and you can indeed control everyone's life and death right now, but what can you get in the end? The old man is willing to win two out of three games, if you can win two games, the old man is the master, everyone is at your command. If the donor fails, ask the donor to take a big ship and give up twice. ”

Yang Renhai said: "This is a good idea. The old man invited everyone to come, and there was no malice. Lu Jianbing said: "Fart, fart, it stinks!" Yang Renhai ignored it and said: "...... Which three of you will play?" said Wuxiang: "The old man is willing to take the lead, and there are two games left, and it will not be too late to talk about it then." ”

Yang Renhai said secretly: "The old man caught you, you are not convinced, wait for the second victory, see what else do you have to say?" He had already calculated the candidates for his three appearances, even if the first game was defeated by Wuxiang, there were still two games, he was sure of victory, and said at the moment: "We are determined by one word." Wuxiang said: "Lu Daxia, Ouyang Gongzi, what do you donors look like?" Lu Jianbing said: "Master, you are the master." Ouyang Hongming also said: "Everything depends on the master's idea." "The heroes all know that there is no chance of winning in front of them, this method undoubtedly gives everyone a chance to survive sixty or seventy percent, and there are naturally thousands of people in their hearts, but a few people with deep ideas are not optimistic, and the other party has already won the game, why do you have to do this extra move? Seeing that Master Wuxiang has recovered his strength, then Long Dingtian and others are also about to recover their strength, Yang Renhai is still so big, what other magic code does he have to use?"

Wuxiang said: "I hope the donor will keep his promise." ”

"The old man also hopes that the master will be their master. Yang Renhai also said coldly, he is naturally not afraid that if he does not keep his promise after losing two wins in three games, but it is a matter of his life, and not everyone may be able to accept his decision.

"That's nature. Wuxiang swept the crowd, and when he saw that everyone had no objections, he nodded slowly.

The people in the rivers and lakes have no regrets for all eternity.

"Okay!" Yang Renhai said in a loud voice: "The old man is not talented, and he is willing to learn from the master Shaolin." Du Sheng said: "Brother Yang, you are the leader of a gang, and you have to preside over the overall situation." Let's leave this battle to my brothers. Wuxiang rescued Song Xiaofu from his men twice, but he was not convinced, so he took the opportunity to challenge Wuxiang.

Wuxiang is the first master of Shaolin today, one of the three masters in the world, and his status is high, Yang Renhai has no intention of winning, and said: "It's okay, don't force it." He didn't underestimate Du Sheng's meaning, just ask the world, who has a chance of victory in the face of Wuxiang?

Du Sheng nodded and said to Wuxiang: "Master, please." "The deacons bowed.

"My Buddha is compassionate. I hope that the Lord Du Shi will stop at the point. ”

Du Sheng stopped talking, looked at him quietly, and did not move immediately, but in an instant, he was already on guard.

These two are both first-class masters in the world, and they see that a dragon battle is about to begin. Everyone was even more nervous than they were on the field in person, and the scene of hundreds of people was silent.

No one would have thought that they would not see it at the hero conference, but they would see a peak confrontation between black and white peerless masters in such a scene!

Du Sheng moved, only to see him raise his hand slightly, and before everyone could understand it, his five fingers like an iron hook grabbed the Wuxiang clothes.

With a wave of the monk's robe, Du Sheng only felt that the Wuxiang clothes were extremely slippery, and his five fingers couldn't hold it, so he slid away.

Come and don't be rude, no longer give in, and said: "Lord Dushi, please take the old man's palm." His palms flew steeply, and he raised a strong force to hit Du Sheng.

Du Sheng led his hands obliquely, and the two palm forces were relieved. But Wuxiang followed the overlapping of his hands, and suddenly the palm shadow turned into four, and then he patted it up and down, and the palm shadow immediately turned into eight, and the overlap moved.

Du Sheng said: "A thousand hands are like palms." "It turns out that this thousand hands are the life skills of Wuxiang, the so-called thousand hands, is to accumulate the palm power sent together, one for two, two for four, four for eight...... In the end, there are palm shadows in all directions, not to mention a thousand hands, you can overlap and trap the opponent, no matter if you have the ability to reach the sky, it will be difficult to get out. Du Sheng didn't want Wuxiang to make a move, he naturally knew that it was powerful, but he already had a plan in his heart, reacted quickly, shifted his shape, and no longer took the palm power of Wuxiang, but just ran around him circle after circle, constantly unloading the palm power accumulated by Wuxiang. He dared to challenge Wuxiang, because he wanted to use his unparalleled light skills to crack the palm of a thousand hands.

Obviously, Du Sheng has a deep study of Wuxiang, as long as he can restrain the Thousand Hands of Wuxiang, he will be invincible, and his light skills in the world are the best way to disperse the Thousand Hands of the Hands. Only after the battle with Hong Fei, he no longer dared to underestimate the heroes of the world, he had practiced hard for three years, and there were many breakthroughs in martial arts.

This is also the real reason why he challenges Wuxiang, it will be a tough fight, but he hopes that he can break out of the cocoon and turn into a butterfly.

Wuxiang is still shot out one palm at a time, and there are more and more palm shadows, like a wall moving towards Du Sheng, the scene is breathtaking.

Song Xiaofu watched from the sidelines, thinking in his heart, Du Sheng's move, how should he attack with "three people walking", but the two of them were lightning, and Song Xiaofu's eyes and mind gradually couldn't keep up. While thinking about it, Mo Qingxiu's voice came to his ears again: "Master Wuxiang decided the winner with three wins and two wins, he was originally compassionate, he thought that if he fought alone, the other party only Yang Renhai and Du Sheng had the ability to fight, so if he wanted to win two games, he still had a chance." But he didn't know, in fact, they agreed to Wuxiang with the certainty of victory, because they secretly had a more powerful figure than Yang Renhai, and that person was my second senior brother. The soft muscles and grass have been extremely harmful, and it seems that the master of Wuxiang has not fully recovered his skills, and it may be difficult to fight Du Sheng. ”

Song Xiaofu was instinctively shocked, if Master Wuxiang was unfortunately defeated, then could the other people's martial arts not fully recover be Yang Renhai's opponent?

Mo Qingxiu's voice came again: "But don't be alarmed, I have an idea, I don't know if it's okay, it's up to you, child." Song Xiaofu said in his heart: "I, what can I do?" Mo Qingxiu seemed to guess his thoughts, and said: "Don't forget that you have learned the Mingyue Qingfeng Sword, although it is only this sword, if you can use it skillfully, plus you have a good foundation of internal strength, then Yang Renhai is not your opponent no matter how powerful it is." But it's a pity that you just learned, and now there are too many flaws, and you are vulnerable in front of him. 'Three people walking' comes from 'mother and son hugging', if someone makes 'mother and son hugging' to make up for your lack of swordsmanship, then the two may be able to give it a try. ”

Hearing her say this, Song Xiaofu couldn't help but think of Chen Wanxia, and a smile appeared on his face.

"I don't know if it's going to work, and if you can't find the right people, you don't have to go out of your way. I will drag the second senior brother to prevent him from showing up. Remember, your own safety is paramount. She still has some things to say, that is her deepest thought, if the matter is irreparable, she will also beg the second senior brother to let her take Song Xiaofu away.

Song Xiaofu nodded, and suddenly remembered that Chen Wanxia's martial arts had not yet recovered, and he was immediately embarrassed, so he looked around, hoping that Mo Qingxiu would understand what he meant. But Mo Qingxiu didn't transmit the news again, so he had to go into the cell and prepare to help Chen Wanxia with the method of helping Wuxiang.

Chen Wanxia was not unaware of the danger of passing on the gong, but she still accepted Song Xiaofu's help. She did not hesitate to take risks, because she wanted revenge, and another point, she actually believed in Song Xiaofu very much, and that familiar feeling made her heart beat faster, so that she almost didn't dare to face Song Xiaofu directly (until now she didn't know that he in front of her was the person she thought about day and night). Of course, Song Xiaofu didn't know the danger of passing on the gong, otherwise he wouldn't have done it if he was killed. Of course, in addition to the similarity of their internal strength, Song Xiaofu's internal strength is pure, and there is one point that is extremely important, that is, there is no internal force in the body, which is more suitable for Song Xiaofu to help each other, reducing a lot of dangers.

Song Xiaofu had the experience of helping Wuxiang, and quickly injected the internal power into Chen Wanxia's body, and then sat nervously and watched.

Chen Wanxia's internal strength is not strong, but because of this, her internal strength recovers faster than Wuxiang.

Chen Wanxia said: "Your internal strength is pure and soft, have you practiced the Yijin Sutra?" Song Xiaofu was extremely excited, and really wanted to tell her who he was right away, but thinking that the two of them were in a heavy responsibility at this time, it was really not appropriate to be emotional, so he had to endure the excitement in his heart.

Chen Wanxia said: "Who is dueling outside?" Song Xiaofu said: "It's Master Wuxiang and Du Sheng." Chen Wanxia's eyes were red, her silver teeth were clenched, and she said: "It's Du Sheng, the old thief, I was about to find him to avenge my old friend." The two walked out of their cells.

The duel between Wuxiang and Du Sheng became more and more intense.

I saw Du Sheng running around Wuxiang non-stop, he circled faster and faster, and in the end, everyone could only see a white shadow like practice, like electricity, how could they see his face clearly, and everyone was impressed by his light skills.

Wuxiang has been standing for a single step since the beginning and has not moved, but his palms have been flipped and clapped constantly, and every time he clapped his palms, the shadow of his palms increased a lot. The two have been fighting until now, except for the first move, they have never even touched their hands again. One keeps running, the other keeps clapping, which makes people look boring. However, everyone is a person who has seen a big scene, and they know that the duel between the two has entered a white-hot and is coming to an end, but few people can see who has the upper hand.

On the surface, Du Sheng is easier than Wuxiang, just keeps running, but Du Sheng is secretly complaining. From the beginning of the run to the present, he has run thousands of laps, and every time he runs, he can unload a few points of the phaseless palm shadow, but the more he runs, the more the palm shadow of the phaseless palm shadow accumulates, and then it gradually becomes substantial from the blurred blur at the beginning, like a boulder squeezing him from all directions. He had a hard time, knowing that if he continued like this, it wouldn't be long before he would be crushed by the thousands of palm shadows that had no appearance. He seemed to smell the breath of death, and in an instant he thought of his unfulfilled wish, and he was unwilling! Just as Song Xiaofu said, you are not dead, how can I die? He decided to throw a lonely pillar, gathered his life's strength, and struck at the stacked palm shadows with a "cold ice poison palm", and with a muffled sound, the palm shadows shattered, and the flying sand rolled towards him like stones.

He couldn't hold his feet, and a force of immense force sent his whole body flying upside down, and when he landed, he almost lost his footing, and after several steps in a row, he managed to stand with all his strength. He felt a burning pain all over his body, his robe was tattered by the shadow of the faceless palm, and even his hair was messed up. He felt so embarrassed, he had never failed so badly, and he was so angry that he was worse than dead.

Wuxiang was very calm, he couldn't see that it was a life-and-death struggle, he was unscathed, he didn't even take half a step back with his feet, it was obvious that Wuxiang was victorious.

The group was about to cheer, but at this moment, Wuxiang's body shook and sat on the ground unsteadily. Cha Fei was the closest to Wuxiang, and it was too late to help him.

The heroes were stunned by the surprise.

Du Sheng knew that Wuxiang had run out of oil like him, although he was embarrassed, Wuxiang couldn't even stand, and he was even more embarrassed than him. Du Sheng regained his self-confidence, feeling that he was very beautiful, he walked towards Wuxiang step by step, and said, "The victory is not scored, why is the master sitting on the ground?"

Lu Jianbing appeared to stop him, and Du Sheng just looked at Wuxiang with a sneer.

Zha Fei said in a low voice, "Master, are you okay?"

Wuxiang was silent, it turned out that his strength had only recovered seventy percent, so that the "Thousand Hands Rulai" who had hundreds of palms had done his best, even if Du Sheng didn't take a risk, he couldn't support it for long, Du Sheng finally struggled with a palm, and all the palm shadows he had accumulated were scattered, and the last bit of true qi in his body was consumed. However, Du Sheng's "Cold Ice Poison Palm" failed to hurt him, and it was all offset by the internal qi on the palm shadow.

Lu Jianbing said: "Dead mouse, you have become like this, and you still talk about victory and defeat?"

Wuxiang put his hands together and said, "It is Lord Du Shi who has won." ”