Mu Lekang carried a long sword behind his back and walked into everyone's field of vision, his heart was even more proud, as a member of the hermit sect, he was still relatively disdainful of some internal martial artists in the world, even if it was from the Jingyu family, he would not be afraid, and today, he came with the purpose of showing his skills, if he could humiliate the Jingyu family with his strength, it would be better.

In fact, the reason why Mu Lekang has such an idea is entirely because he was humiliated in public by Jingyu Liuyun, so he has always held a grudge. This time, putting aside the views of the sectarians, Mu Lekang thinks that he can let go a lot.

To get the ultimate goal, it's very simple, as long as you come out on top, you will get what everyone in this martial arts tournament wants the most.

There are not too many rules for the martial arts conference, as long as there is one person standing on the altar, overwhelming the crowd, fighting in the ring, and no one dares to declare war again, then it means that the king of the martial arts conference has been born.

It can be said that this is not a small platform, this time the Jingyu family can be said to have recruited the strong forces of the entire Huaxia family, and being able to win the position of king here is no less than the glory of the Broken Dragon List, and there is no doubt that this will become the most eye-catching existence.

When Mu Lekang took the lead in coming up, Jingyu Zhentao, as the host, retreated to the edge of the altar.

Beside him, there was a large bell, and a naked man with a sledgehammer in his hand was ready to ring it.

"Very good, sure enough, the hero is a young man, since someone has already left the station, can someone fight?"

Not long after Jingyu Zhentao's voice fell, someone had already walked out of the crowd on the other side.

This person has a middle-aged appearance, inch head, and a tight-fitting suit on his lower body, which shows that his muscles are particularly prominent, and his eyes are radiant, but he has an extraordinary momentum.

"Yangwei Boxing Gym, Zhao He came to teach!"

Mu Lekang still looked lazy, and he didn't plan to report his home to him.

Obviously, he is full of disdain for what is called Yangwei Boxing Gym. It's just a third-rate worldly boxing gym, and it's not an exaggeration to say that they are third-rate and ninth-rate, how can he put it in his eyes?

Mu Lekang's arrogance was simply provocative in Zhao He's eyes, and for a while, the anger came up suddenly, and the muscles in his body seemed to be trembling.

"It's just hubris."

With a broken mouth, the sturdy Zhao He looked to the side of Ling, and the naked man with a sledgehammer saw this, picked up the sledgehammer violently, and hit the bell.

"Boom!"

As the shocking bell rang, Zhao He suddenly couldn't hold back the battle intent in his heart, and suddenly roared wildly, and rushed towards Mu Lekang with a whistling fist. A faint internal strength lingers around his body, there is no internal strength and external release, he is just the first level of the inner family, but even so, in front of ordinary internal martial artists, he belongs to the top internal martial artists.

There are very few people who practice physical arts, and it is obvious that the man in front of him named Zhao He is one of them.

Zhao He shouted this very strongly, and that punch was definitely able to knock down a big tree without any doubt.

However, Zhao He had just approached in front of Mu Lekang, Mu Lekang put away his cynical expression, his eyes became serious, and his figure flashed slightly, and he easily dodged this punch.

Jumping back two steps, Mu Lekang slowly pulled out the long sword on his back.

As soon as the long sword came out, a cold sword aura suddenly rippled out from the tip of the sword, and an evil smile appeared on his face, and then he snorted softly, and a sword with sword intent stabbed towards Zhao He.

The sword was like a dragon, and the internal strength shook with an awe-inspiring aura floating on the tip of the sword.

In a hurry, Zhao He had to avoid his edge, and just a second before the tip of the sword touched his face, he happened to cleverly dodge.

However, even if he dodged this sharp sword, the sword qi with sufficient sword intent still made Zhao He feel a hot pain, and at this time, his eyes began to become serious. I didn't expect such a young man to have such a deep inner strength.

"The power is quite sufficient, so let's show you what explosive power is."

When the words fell, Zhao He's feet spun abruptly, and he rushed towards Mu Lekang with sword steps.

From this sizzling sound, you can feel how turbulent the internal strength in Zhao He's body is.

"Bang!"

The meat fist smashed directly into the side of Mu Lekang's long sword, which immediately caused a buzzing sound.

"Good!"

Mu Lekang took a step back slightly, and after trying Zhao He's details, he had mastered his ability slightly, completely within the range of what he could fight, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

"Qingshan Sword Technique Twelve Styles, I don't know how many attacks you can resist from me?"

When the words fell, the long sword in Mu Lekang's hand waved like a forest, the Dao sword light flickered, and he pressed Zhao He step by step.

Seeing this, Zhao He lifted his full spirit, and watched Mu Lekang's every style with full attention.

"Take it! The first style of Aoyama swordsmanship! ”

In the whizzing wind, Mu Lekang's figure had already crossed towards Zhao He, and he was perfect waiting for the group leader to stop his position.

In such a situation, unless there is a speed ten times faster than Mu Lekang, it is difficult to dodge without touching the slightest.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

Three piercing sounds, every time the sword touched Zhao He's iron fist, it would stir up a spark. In this way, it can be seen how hard Zhao He's fists are.

"Hmph, it's not bad, then come and pick me up the second style of Qingshan Sword Technique!" The battle intent in Mu Lekang's eyes became more and more surging.

Under the altar, Yarui and the others watched intently, Xiaohe's beautiful eyes flashed with excitement, and she said happily to Yarui: "Akang's Qingshan swordsmanship is really passed down by the master!" It's already great that ordinary people can receive the tenth type, but I think this person can only receive the eighth form at most! ”

Yarui's beautiful eyes were full of strange brilliance, and she didn't speak, but she had a lot of confidence in Mu Lekang in her heart.

"The Qingshan Sword Sect really deserves to be a first-class sect in Huaxia, such a young disciple, the strength is so outstanding, tsk."

Looking at it, Jingyu Zhuchen actually took out a bottle of liquor from his arms, and teased it with relish.

Jingyu Liuyun was slightly surprised, and couldn't help but say, "You can actually see that a person's strength is not bad?"

"Uh."

Amazing Yu Zhuchen laughed and said to himself: "Of course you can see that a middle-aged man can't beat a little boy, if it's not that he's too stupid, then this young man's strength is strong?"

There was a black line on Jingyu Liuyun's face, but although this logic of Jingyu Zhuchen was ridiculous, she had to agree.

With the passage of time, the battle between the two of them had reached a white-hot stage, and before they knew it, Zhao He had already taken over the sixth form of Mu Lekang's Qingshan Sword Technique.

At this time, in addition to the exhaustion on Zhao He's face, his eyes had become more and more discolored. Maybe he never thought that such a young man would have such extraordinary strength, and the internal strength in his body had been exhausted to the edge of the realm, on the other hand, Mu Lekang was still full of vitality, how could this not make him frightened?

can't help but be so, as Mu Lekang's moves continue to emerge in an endless stream, the further back, the faster his body moves, and there are almost no gaps between each move, if it continues, then what awaits him, in addition to taking the initiative to admit defeat, there is only death.

Just as Zhao He's heart was in turmoil, Mu Lekang's figure froze, and the long sword in his hand made a faint humming sound.

"Qingshan Sword Technique, Seventh Style!"

As soon as the words fell, Mu Lekang took action, leaving a faint afterimage behind him, this kind of speed is already the limit of the limit for ordinary people.

"Ahh

Zhao He was furious in his heart, and suddenly burst out of the internal strength of his whole body, and the violent internal energy suddenly erupted all over his body. Immediately, he raised his iron fist and aimed it directly at Mu Lekang's long sword.

"It's just looking for death!"

"Boom!!"

A piercing sound sounded, and the two internal forces collided together, suddenly stirring up a small layer of energy waves, but this did not reach the point where the external energy released at will could cause harm to ordinary people like Qin Shuangqi and them.

But it has to be said that the battle in the stadium is also quite spectacular.

When the attacks of the two of them came into contact with each other, Zhao He's face turned pale, because he clearly felt that the tip of Mu Lekang's sword was like a wave, and his strength was endless.

Zhao He felt a stuffy pain in his chest, and the next moment he finally couldn't bear the impact, and his whole body bounced backwards.

Even though he wasted a lot of effort to stabilize his body and not fall to the ground, from his staggering steps, everyone could already see that he was no longer defeated by Mu Lekang.

Mu Lekang pointed the tip of his sword at the ground, and Junlang's face was full of pride, and at this moment he felt that all eyes were focused on him, and he felt the glory of many years ago.

"Don't you still admit defeat?" Mu Lekang asked coldly.

Zhao He's unwillingness on his face, perhaps because of the contemptuous smile on Mu Lekang's face, made his originally low fighting spirit surging again. If this time in such a high-profile place, he easily lost to a young man, then where will his face be in the future?

"If you want to defeat me, you have to knock me down!"

As soon as Zhao He's voice fell, he clenched his teeth, his expression seemed to tear everything apart, and he looked particularly hideous. But I have to say that the internal strength above his fists is even more abundant than before.

"Drink!!"

With a fierce blow that had accumulated strength, it instantly burst to Mu Lekang's side.

Mu Lekang did not take it lightly this time, but instantly threw away the long sword and shouted: "Eighth Style!"

Suddenly, the long sword slashed with a dazzling light, and the sword qi as cold as the cold autumn wind suddenly swept out.

Sou!!

Under the sweep of the sword qi, Zhao He still couldn't reverse the situation, and his body suddenly flew out upside down like a kite with a broken string.

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