In the first round of the martial arts club, there were two rounds first, and the winners were Shenshu Sect and Ethereal Xuan.

In the third game, now the leading Lingjianmen of Hebei Jianghu finally came to the stage in a thousand calls, and the five participants accepted the gaze of either scrutiny or reverence; And Wu Bingwei's appearance similar to a night suit makes people wonder if this is a dead soldier raised by the Cui family, walking in the dark night for the family.

Cui Ping, the second master of the Cui family, practiced superb stick kung fu, but unfortunately he was defeated by Qin Fu, who changed his name to Qin Qiong, when he first appeared. To everyone's surprise, the Spirit Sword Gate did not continue to retain the winner like all previous fighting methods, but each round was filled with one person.

So in the second game, Li Cunxiao, who was holding an iron sword weighing forty catties, easily defeated the second best player in the Wubing Guard; In the third game, Shi A's ten moves broke the famous ranger in Jizhou; In the fourth game, Dong Bai made a stunning appearance, crushing the other party like a fire phoenix volley; Scene 5

"You can't beat me, go down."

Amidst the deafening shouts of the martial arts arena, Han Long said to the young man opposite.

"Deng Zhan knows that he is not the opponent of Han Guard, but as a swordsman, he also has the glory of a warrior, and facing difficulties and competing with strong opponents is the martial art I have always pursued. Zhan left his hometown of Nanyang at the age of eighteen, traveled through the mountains and rivers for several years, during which he fought with others, practiced swords, practiced swords, and learned swords, and also had his own opinions on his own swordsmanship, and asked Han Huwei to teach! ”

"Good!"

"Isn't this the one who was slapped in the face by Cao Pi, and now it's so big?" Zhang Yu listened to what he said in a clear manner, not like an ordinary ranger, and decided to open his information out of curiosity.

"Deng Zhan (165-) studied martial arts, was good at using various weapons, and was good at entering the way of the white blade with his bare hands: 81."

This guy is in the Three Kingdoms, and it seems that he exists to set off Cao Pi's martial arts.

During the Jian'an period, Cao Pi once had a banquet with his subordinates, the wine was hot, and everyone ate sugarcane happily together. This Brother Deng chatted with Cao Ershao about swordsmanship, and disagreed when talking about swordsmanship, so he used sugar cane as a sword and went down to the palace to fight. I didn't think that Brother Deng, who enjoyed a chivalrous reputation, was repeatedly hit by Er Shao in just a few rounds, like a target.

This is not the end, Brother Deng thought that he could not live up to the glory of the swordsman, and asked to do it again, and then he was hit in the forehead by a cane, and he was ridiculed by the vicious Ershao Mending Knife, and the hall was filled with happy air inside and outside.

Just after reading the information, I only heard an exclamation in the audience, Han Long's scabbard had hit Deng Zhan's arm three times in a row, one time heavier, and finally knocked down his sword in the last time.

"The skills are not as good as others, I am convinced, and I hope that Han Huwei can give you some advice."

"As a swordsman, you should always be calm, calm and focus on the big picture. I don't know if you're good at snatching blades, and it's hard to get miraculous results if you don't know the depth of the opponent, but it's more likely that there will be no return. ”

"Mi'er, do you think that this kid Han Long is a little crepe-clad when he speaks?"

"I've been with Brother Yu for so long, and I can't compose poems and be able to chant a few words." Zhen Mi replied with a smile, her eyes narrowed into a beautiful crescent moon.

"This is so familiar, and I don't know if there will be 'familiar with 300 jade poems, can't compose poems and chant' to become a common saying, it seems that the responsibility of plagiarizing and promoting excellent traditional culture in advance cannot be easily put down!"

Ground group, three rounds of fighting.

Only then did many people realize that there were only three participating sects left. Two-on-two duel? One less team can't make it up; Fighting each other? The nature of the tournament and the conditions of the first tournament meant that the time limit of the tournament could not be so extended.

Xia Houlan took the stage in the midst of the discussion and announced a new competition system, that is, three families and five people came together, attacking indiscriminately, until one of the sect players was all eliminated.

Poor Qin Qing still wants to find a magic spear door to unite, who knows that in the eyes of these two people, Miao Xuan is not an equal opponent at all, and after indifferently refusing, Miao Xuan angrily withdrew from the game.

At this point, no one cared about them anymore.

The rain is coming, and the prelude to the hurricane begins to play in the field. This momentum faintly surpasses Zhao Yun's miracle of one-on-four and Guan Erye's shocking style. The Divine Spear Sect and the Spirit Sword Sect are the duel that people are most concerned about, and the highlights of the ground group are also because of them.

To everyone's surprise again, all the participating disciples of the Divine Spear Sect and the Spirit Sword Sect stayed in the rest area, and it was the two white-haired old men who came on the field.

Sword Saint Wang Yue!

Gun prodigy abyss!

The opening scene is a duel between the king and the king!

The status is as high as Yuan Shao, Liu Bei, and Zhang Yan, who are engrossed; martial arts are as high as Guan Zhang, Zhao Yanwen, etc., holding their breath and staring; looks as good as Zhang Yu, Zhen Mi also put down the melon in his hand.

"Youzhou Tong Yuan, the teacher of the family Yu Zhenzi, has heard the name of the emperor for a long time, in the past, Brother Wang entered Helan on horseback, and now it is still called Tong's heartbreak."

"In the past, the name is not enough to boast, Wang Yue of Liaodong, a ranger, and I have also heard of Brother Tong's marksmanship, which is unparalleled in the world, and I am fortunate to see it today."

As soon as the polite words were gone, Wang Yue's vigorous hand like a pine branch touched the scabbard, and Tong Yuan also took the unpretentious spear with his hand.

Force 102, 101, almost no difference, this is bound to be a wonderful and even go down in history of the First World War! Under the infection of the atmosphere, even Zhang Yu was excited, only feeling that every pore was surging with war intent, not to mention the ordinary people who had already lost their temper like crazy.

Finally—

Wang Yue moved, the cold glow of this sword was like the silver light in the eyes of the second master at this time, with the arrogance of being invincible and invincible, and stabbed straight at Tong Yuan.

"Boom!"

A sword, striking the shaft of an old spear, made a sound like a heavy hammer in an instant.

Wang Yue's arm was slightly retracted, and then he used his long sword to conjure up a hundred thousand silver dragons in an instant, if it weren't for the fact that this was a fairly normal world, and the manpower was exhausted, maybe this sword technique would be enough for him to shatter the void.

With this move, I am afraid that 99,000 out of 100,000 people will be defeated by it, and the remaining 1,000 will be Wang Yue's tiredness.

But Tong Yuan is obviously not among them!

The spear unbelievably did not choose to sweep and block, but also flicked slightly, and thousands of fire phoenixes buzzed and collided with the silver dragon, each phoenix corresponded to a dragon, loved and killed each other, and died together, successfully dissolving Wang Yue's head cannon.

Tong Yuan's blow calmed the audience, and also made Zhao Yun's eyes on the stage brighten, full of admiration and worship for his teacher.

Wang Yue didn't hesitate at all, and turned around and swung out an extremely slow sword, but although the blade was a little sluggish, the cold light at the end of the blade was fleeting.

"Bang!"

Tong Yuan's spear was horizontal, blocking the secret move on the side of the sword blade, and then began his own counterattack.

The battle between the two was only for a moment, but it had already captured everyone's eyes!