In the first three rounds of the morning, Wen Jun's look and kung fu left an extremely deep impression on the audience. They have been deeply impressed by this handsome guy! When he stepped into the ring again, the audience immediately responded with a round of applause.

In the boxing ring, Yang Junming cautiously stared at Wen Jun who came from a long time. Facing this dark horse who was rated as a dark horse in this martial arts competition with himself, he was not without ideas in his heart.

He soothed his nerves and chuckled, "Senior Brother Wen, who do you say is the blackest dark horse between the two of us?" ”

Yang Junming was able to enter the round of 16, which is related to his good luck and relatively weak opponents, but it is undeniable that his strength is indeed not bad. Otherwise, Yang Shanyue would not give him one of the only three places in the "Yang Jiajian".

Wen Jun raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "You are the dark horse, I am not." ”

Yang Junming blinked his bright eyes and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Wen, don't be modest, this is unanimously selected by the judges." ”

Wen Jun touched the bridge of his straight nose and said with a smile: "I am a white horse, the white horse of Prince Charming, do you understand?" ”

Belch! Yang Junming Khan, said in his heart that he had seen narcissism, but he had never seen someone as narcissistic as you.

Wen Jun smiled and continued: "Besides, I won't be black, how can I hack you?" ”

Yang Junming's face sank, and he said, "Senior Brother Wen seems to have something to say?" ”

Wen Jun still smiled with a spring breeze on his face: "Didn't you just say this?" ”

Boom! The long sword is unsheathed, and the sword light is like water.

Yang Junming was dumbfounded, frowned and said, "Draw your sword, I'm going to make a move." ”

Wen Jun shook his head and said lightly: "If you want me to draw my sword, it depends on whether you have that strength." ”

Yang Junming's face was pale, his eyes were staring at the other party, and he wanted to eat him alive! Wen Jun's words have deeply hurt his self-esteem,

"Look for death!" Yang Junming roared, took the lead in making a move, the sharp sword qi was like a peerless fierce dragon, slashing at Wen Jun a few meters away, before the sword qi arrived, the air around Wen Jun had begun to disintegrate, and his flowing hair flew with the white clothes hunting.

Wen Jun stepped out in one step, the air shook, and a jade-carved fist drilled out of his sleeve, and a punch hit the galloping sword qi.

"Bump"! The sword qi twisted and shattered, turning into bits of white light.

Looking at Yang Junming, who was full of sluggishness, Wen Jun said lightly: "I said, you are not worthy of me to draw a sword!" ”

Yang Junming's face instantly turned the color of pig liver, and he hated in his heart: I've seen bullying people, I've never seen you bully people like this!

He suddenly rushed up with a golden sword, and stabbed out obliquely with a volley, the sword light was like a tide, rolling, the kind of momentum that drowned everything and devoured everything was clearly like a monstrous flood, majestic, and the weather was thousands.

"Yang Junming is worthy of being a dark horse, and there are not many people who can beat him in swordsmanship."

"That's right, except for Yang Shao, there are few people who can keep up with him."

"I don't know who can be better between him and Wen Jun."

On the referee's seat, Fengyi Zhenren, Shanqing Abbot and others whispered.

In the face of this sword, Wen Jun looked calm, his right hand was weakly grasped, and the true qi in the sea of dantian qi flowed rapidly, quickly pouring into the palm of his hand, as if holding a golden flame, and a fist to meet the tide-like sword light.

Thundered!

This punch was extremely powerful, and the tide-like sword qi was stunned to hit a gap, and Ruhong's offensive was instantly disintegrated.

The offensive was disintegrated, Yang Junming was neither happy nor angry, his body turned, and his footsteps suddenly changed, sweeping towards Wen Jun like a swimming dragon. His steps are quite ingenious, seemingly wide open and closed, as smooth as the wind, but they change at any time, like a serpentine trick, and the two are matched together, which is extremely contradictory.

Wen Jun felt the superiority of this footwork, and his body shape immediately changed, and he showed the "Void in the Sky" body method, dozens of afterimages were connected to the city, and he played a game of hide and seek.

Yang Junming couldn't help but gasp, he didn't expect that the other party's footwork was so exquisite, and there seemed to be only white flowers left in front of him.

"Through the clouds and fog!"

Seeing that he couldn't attack homeopathically, Yang Junming's footwork changed, removing the trickiness of the snake shape, changing to the smoothness of the wind shape, and rushed to the periphery of the afterimage in one step, and swept out with a sword.

Since I can't see your figure clearly, I'll sweep through thousands of troops and serve you in one pot!

Unexpectedly, Wen Jun had already been on guard, and when he saw that the other party's steps changed, he also changed himself, his toes touched the ground, he rose to the sky, and his right fist smashed down with a fierce momentum.

Bang dang!

The fist and the blade collided together, and sparks flew in all directions.

"What a powerful force!" Yang Junming's arm was numb from shock, and he almost couldn't hold the hilt of the sword, so he couldn't help but be shocked, and his left hand clenched into a fist and hit it.

Wen Jun was not in a hurry, and his right arm blocked the situation, preventing his boxing.

Bang! The two are separated by a touch, and neither can help the other.

Wen Jun patted the dust on his body, laughed lightly, and said, "'Yang Family Sword''s 'Qiankun Sword Technique', will you make it?" ”

Ever since he heard Qin Haoran talk about how superb the "Qiankun Swordsmanship" was, Wen Jun had been looking forward to it, hoping to see its honor.

"Qiankun Sword Technique?" After Yang Junming was stunned for a moment, he learned what Wen Jun had said to him before, and sneered, "If you want to see my Senior Brother Yang's 'Qiankun Sword Technique', it depends on whether you have that strength, defeat me first." ”

Wen Jun was stunned: "You don't know the 'Qiankun Sword Technique'?" ”

Yang Junming arched his hand and said: "Only the head and the young head are qualified to practice the 'Qiankun Sword Technique', how can I be virtuous?" ”

Wen Jun shook his head and sighed: "I knew this, what did I waste so much energy on you for nothing?" ”

Humiliate! The humiliation of Chiguoguo!

No matter how good Yang Junming's temper is, he is also a promising young man with strong blood, in the face of Wen Jun's repeated and repeated humiliation of Chiguoguo, how can he swallow this evil breath!

Besides, the "Dragon Sword Technique" he practiced is also one of the secrets of the "Yang Family Sword", although it is not as good as the "Qiankun Sword Technique", it is also the best sword technique that everyone on the rivers and lakes envies!

"This is the last move of the 'Dragon Sword Technique' - the Dragon Sword Sword, I hope you can block it." As soon as the words landed, Yang Junming's sword was one, his body was like a dragon, his sword was like a dragon, and a sword stabbed at Wen Jun.

As soon as this sword was stabbed, the sword qi was abrupt, and after a sword light flashed, there seemed to be thunder between heaven and earth, the sound of wind, rain, and roar...... Sound in your ears!

"Defeat!" Yang Junming shouted, his wrist flicked, and the long sword was like a bolt of lightning, slashing across Wen Jun's eyes and smoothly stabbing into his chest.

"You're not worthy!" Wen Jun roared angrily, and a punch infused with fifty percent of the true qi of the "Dragon Slaying Technique" swung towards the oncoming white light unhurriedly, landing on the sword light with a strong murderous aura.

Bang!

The sword light shattered, blood overflowed from the corners of Yang Junming's mouth, and his body flew upside down into the sky like a paper crane.