"Disciple of the Mad King, Yuan Jie! Please! "Yuan Jie's momentum is like a mountain, and he arches his hand. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Phantom of the Mad King, who supervises hundreds of officials in the world, can be said to be for the country and the people, and has made countless meritorious contributions in the past, and Yuan Jie has always been proud. But a few days ago, in this northern capital, nearly half of it was lost.

Yuan Jie knew that the dead comrades-in-arms all had a heart to help the world and save people, but unfortunately, they had no tomorrow.

If it's an injustice on this day, I'll change it from today!

Yuan Jie's heart was slightly agitated, and he didn't even care too much about Zhao Tinglong's stepping.

Zhao Tinglong is known as a prestige in the Zhao family, although he has never been born, he knows the existing martial arts masters of the Hua Heavenly Kingdom well. Yuan Jie is known as the first person to transform strength, and his swordsmanship is superb, how can he not know?

Jumping forward, the tip of the sword was hidden at his side, and his spiritual sense was wide open, firmly locking on Yuan Jie. When he got close, he found that Yuan Jie's eyes were in a trance, as if he was outside a wandering object, and he couldn't help but be furious!

He has practiced to the peak of his strength, and those ordinary fake Dan realm masters in the family are invincible, and they think that they are on a par with this Yuan Jie, but when Yuan Jie faces him now, he still dares to wander, isn't this an insult to him?

"Look for death!"

With a scolding voice, Zhao Tinglong's wrist suddenly flipped over, and the long sword he held behind him drew a strange arc in front of his chest, slashing at Yuan Jie's ribs.

Martial artists who use long swords rarely adopt the posture of reversing the grip, because the pursuit of the long sword is elegant and agile, and when the reversing grip is limited by the distance, it will not be able to play its characteristics. What's more, the long sword is narrow and not good at parrying, so there is a lot less variation in the grip of the arm.

But Zhao Tinglong is a master!

Although he is good at using a long sword, he takes the path of hand-to-hand combat, and the long sword is like an extra-long dagger to him. Because of this, in countless battles, the long sword in his hand was rarely revealed.

Yuan Jie stood in the ring, still thinking unsteadily, suddenly felt cold, and instantly sobered up!

It's a battle of life and death! All distractions were swept away, his eyes swept down, and a cold light was already close to his ribs.

Yuan Jie arched his name, and the long sword in his right hand was also reversed, and he didn't have time to turn his wrist at all, and Zhao Tinglong's sword was particularly weird.

Tuck the abdomen and waist, and the tip of Yuanjie's sword is against the placket of his clothes to block down!

The sharp blade swept by, and Yuan Jie's clothes cracked in response, and the two long swords almost hit each other against his skin.

The reverse grip of the long sword, although there are not many changes, is obviously sharper, and the strength is also more thorough!

Yuan Jie reacted in a hurry, his strength was not condensed, and he didn't even have fifty percent of his strength. Zhao Tinglong's sword is full force!

The narrow sword is not suitable for confrontation of strength, because the tip of the sword will bend when forced.

was stunned, Yuan Jie suffered a big loss! The tip of the sword was struck, rolled backwards, and pierced a finger into the skin under his ribs, and as Yuan Jie floated back, a large puddle of blood splattered out!

This is Yuan Jie, if he changes others, Zhao Tinglong's sword is enough to kill him on the spot.

With a successful blow, Zhao Tinglong's confidence skyrocketed, and his wrist took advantage of the momentum to go back, and the tip of the sword jumped up, following him like a shadow, pointing at Yuan Jie's throat.

Since I have the upper hand, even if you are the first person to transform your strength, you don't want to escape!

Zhao Tinglong reacted extremely quickly, and fought with him, not leaving Yuan Jie time at all, and flipped the long sword he held back. Although he was arrogant, he didn't dare to underestimate Yuan Jie, and it was naturally the best choice to be able to keep suppressing all the time.

Yuan Jie retreated quickly, and Zhao Tinglong chased after him.

Zhao Tinglong slashed seven swords in a row, and Yuan Jie had to fly back seven steps! The long sword is held in the right hand, and it only has the ability to parry, but it has no power to fight back.

There was a buzz from the audience, and the exclamations of everyone rang out.

Even here in the Northern Capital, they never thought that at first glance, Zhao Tinglong not only took the lead, but also injured Yuan Jie!

In the eyes of everyone, among the martial artists who participated in the battle, even if Yuan Jie could not lock the first, the top ten, or even the top five, was proper. Zhao Tinglong is just here to go through the motions, and no one hopes that he can defeat Yuan Jie in the first round.

But the current situation is clearly that Zhao Tinglong is suppressing Yuan Jie's fierce attack. Looking at this, after a maximum of one or twenty moves, Yuan Jie will have to pay a huge price!

Feng Yu raised his eyebrows in the audience and sighed unconsciously.

This time, Qiao Yu was killed and Du Rong disappeared, which had too much impact on Yuan Jie, and even affected his martial arts state of mind. If it weren't for this, with Yuanjie's strength, even if he was careless at the beginning, he would never have fallen into the current predicament.

At this level, unless there is a big breakthrough on Jindan Avenue, the fight is nothing more than the first move and reaction speed. In the final analysis, Yuan Jie's heart was in turmoil, and he didn't give full play to his strength at all.

After fighting for more than a dozen rounds, Yuan Jie was never able to get back the first move, and the long sword in his hand was reversed, retreating step by step.

Zhao Tinglong, who was on the scene, was fighting Yuan Jie for the first time, he didn't think that it was the opponent who was in turmoil when he was in battle, he only felt that the so-called first transformation was really exaggerated. Or, they don't have hidden disciples, and there is no real master in the current Huatian Kingdom. Even, he even began to underestimate the strength of the Mad King Feng Yu.

After fighting and retreating, Yuan Jie was already close to the edge of the ring.

Zhao Tinglong was proud, but he didn't notice at all that Yuan Jie's breathing was not disturbed by his crazy attack, but slowly calmed down.

Seeing that Yuan Jie's left foot had stepped on the edge of the ring, Zhao Tinglong shouted violently, followed by another jump, his feet had already left the ground, the long sword in his right hand flipped over, turned into a positive grip, and a sword went straight to Yuan Jie's throat and stabbed it!

According to the previous reaction speed, even if Yuan Jie could dodge this sword, he had to fall into the ring.

Zhao Tinglong had already secretly let out a sneer! What bullshit's strength is the first, and it is in vain!

Yuan Jie fell on his back, but his right foot suddenly picked up and kicked at the sole of Zhao Tinglong's feet!

This down-and-down kick was as fast as lightning, and it didn't even give Zhao Tinglong any time to react. Most of his body was already outside the ring, and Yuan Jie's foot was kicking on the spring point at the bottom of his feet.

The energy gushed out, and Zhao Tinglong's body flew up in the air in front of him.

Yuan Jie straightened his waist in the air, his body pulled out an arc in reverse, like an open bow, the long sword in his hand slapped the edge of the ring, and he turned around in the air, already behind Zhao Tinglong.

The left foot was thrown out like a long whip, and with a crisp sound, it was pumping on Zhao Tinglong's spine!

With the help of floating back, Yuan Jie finally let out a clear whistle.

Zhao Tinglong's spine collapsed one by one, and he was in mid-air, and his vitality had dissipated!

Feng Yu in the audience breathed a sigh of relief, after all, he was still his disciple, at the last moment, a flash of inspiration, the spirit returned to its place, and in the blink of an eye, he killed the strong enemy and reversed the situation.

Feng Yu could feel that Yuan Jie's temperament was very different from the past, and in that clear whistle, there was a kind of determination and ruthlessness!

Yuan Jie's eyes coldly swept over the camp of the wealthy clan in the northern capital, and he didn't talk nonsense, and flew down. Although he was wounded by a sword under his ribs, as long as his soul returned to his place, the heroes of the world would be able to do it for a while!

In the first game, life and death were divided, and the northern capital performed martial arts, and the bloody battlefield was already confirmed.

In the next game, it was the turn of the new army and the military in the dark city to fight, under the banner of the dark dragon, Lu Xiaolang stood up and was about to stand up, but was held down by Gongsun Mingyan beside him.

"Sit down! You are now the commander of the Dark City, and it is not your turn to go up and fight hard. ”

Gongsun Mingyan naturally knew that although Lu Xiaolang was Lin Ruochen's eldest disciple, the time he could learn art with his master was shorter than that of Cangtai. Today's mid-level battle is really not something that can be dealt with blood alone.

"My head! Brother Meng Lin pointed out, the martial arts breakthrough, and I was about to come to this battlefield to test what I had learned! ”

The Heavenly Soul rose and fell several times in a row, turned over and went to the ring, and with a shake of his hand, the double-ended hook of the weapon that he relied on to become famous came out of his hand, and stabbed on the wooden pillar on one side with a thud.

Since it is for testing his martial arts, he doesn't need this Qimen blade.

In the ranks of the military, a young man in his thirties, dressed in a camouflage military uniform and expressionless, strode to the side of the stage, stretched out his hand, and turned over on the stage.

"Gossip Ancient Frame, Heavenly Soul!"

The Heavenly Soul Fist is divided into crosses, one real and one virtual under the feet, and the roll call is loud.

The young man took a few steps forward, his feet were not bad, one fist was raised, the other was sinking, although he was drawing his blade, but he did not untie the long knife he was carrying behind his back.

"The Third Army of Jiandun, Mo Huya."

The masters of the military have their own establishments, and all of them who were transferred this time are the most elite martial arts instructors in each army. These people are not only sweating fighters in the training ground, but all of them are real elites who have carried out countless missions and killed people.

The two were separated by a distance of more than ten meters, looked at each other, and charged forward almost at the same time.

Like two chariots, they collided in one place in an instant, and the heavenly soul walked forward with both feet, and the horse cannon hammered, the cross hammer, and smashed with the sound of the wind.

Mo Huya's face was as usual, his fists were crossed in front of his body, and he stepped forward, slapping his dark legs, and kicked out waist-high!

The martial artists of the military have always paid attention to simplicity and brightness, and many boxing techniques have only retained their sharpest side after being improved, although there are few changes, but the lethality has been greatly improved.

The Heavenly Soul Twelve Road Horse Momentum Cannon Hammer, the pursuit is the momentum of the horse stepping joint camp, this kick, from the middle line to close the road, is the finishing touch to intercept its vital point. As long as he stopped the Heavenly Soul's forward momentum and broke his fist intent, this battle would be won at least halfway.

The forearms collided together, the heavenly soul pressed down, and the body rose into the air, dodging this kick at the same time, and stepped down!

The horse cannon hammer that the heavenly soul is used to is not a war horse, a dragon horse!

Ryoma has wings, and flying into the sky is the strongest blow. The stunt of Qiantianmen, "Horse Stepping on Feiyan", is the true meaning of borrowing the dragon horse stepping on the swallow to fly to the sky.

With this step, the air above the entire ring was condensed, covering the sky and the sun, and it was irresistible.

Mo Huya's teeth changed color, twisted his waist sideways, his hollow leg became higher and the whip leg was swept away, his upper body threw himself on the ground, and the moment he fell, the long knife behind his back jumped up and was already in his hand!

Reverse work!

This is a compulsory course for military martial artists, and while dodging the opponent's attacks, they can often connect the most powerful killing moves!