As Chu Yuanjing's fist fell, the momentum became more and more vigorous, and the dignified momentum seemed as if heaven and earth were fused into this punch, which made Lu Dazhuang feel a heavy might.

Not daring to have the slightest reservation, Lu Dazhuang condensed all his cultivation into his palms, and seemed to be trying to lift the sky. Soon, the fists and palms had already intersected, but this time there was no sound.

The moment the fist smashed into Lu Dazhuang's palm, Chu Yuanjing's Tianyang True Qi, which had been cultivating for twenty years, poured into Lu Dazhuang's body without reservation, not to hurt people, but to make Lu Dazhuang step on the wooden board and admit defeat on the ground with heavy might.

It was really as Chu Yuanjing expected, although Lu Dazhuang blocked Chu Yuanjing's attack, the plank under his feet could not withstand this huge force and broke, making a loud noise, causing Lu Dazhuang to fall to the ground without any support.

At this moment, Chu Haoyu had already laughed, and looked at the eldest brother and fifth brother very proudly, but it was a pity that the faces of the two were calm and they couldn't see anything unusual.

Chu Yuanjing also laughed, and the laughter was like the pride in his heart. Standing still on the competition platform, Chu Yuanjing first smiled at Chu Haoyu, and then looked at Guo Zhenxing, but before he could speak, a change protruded.

A fist slammed into the wooden board under Chu Yuanjing's feet with a loud bang, and in an instant, the wooden floor shattered and shot towards Chu Yuanjing's body. Seeing this, Chu Yuanjing flew up and dodged far away, but when he stood still again, Lu Dazhuang fell on the martial arts arena again, and there was an extra thick wooden board in his hand.

Holding the thick plank high, Lu Dazhuang did not pursue but looked at Guo Zhenxing and shouted: "If your feet don't land, you can't lose." Seeing Guo Zhenxing nodding, Lu Dacheng shouted, waving the wooden board and smashing it towards Chu Yuanjing's head.

The heavy wooden plank was extremely fast, bringing a gust of wind to blow Chu Yuanjing's clothes up, seeing this, Chu Yuanjing could only choose to dodge, and use all his strength to dodge on the tattered competition Tai that seemed to be about to collapse at any time. It's a pity that the Wutai Committee is not big, and Lu Dazhuang's plank is long and heavy, and Chu Yuanjing is very embarrassed.

The smile on Chu Haoyu's face had long since stopped, and he could see it clearly from the side. When Lu Dazhuang fell from the high platform, he took a wooden plank and supported his body with the wooden plank, giving him a blow when Chu Yuan was proud. Seeing Chu Yuanjing caught in Lu Dazhuang's stormy attack, Chu Haoyu couldn't help but secretly say that it was a pity, if he had paid a little attention just now, he was afraid that he would have already won the first place, which would be a pity. Thinking so in his heart, Chu Haoyu turned his head to look at Chu Peng, because he was the most likely to win the champion, and also because he was his brother-in-law.

When Luo Shiyi announced the start of the competition, Song Peng did not make a move immediately, but looked at Yang Hui, who had no door and no faction, with a smile. If he didn't see Song Peng make a move, Yang Hui would not make a move on Song Peng, who had the highest voice, first.

In the silence, Song Peng actually laughed, opened his mouth and said: "Yang Hui, no door and no faction? Seeing Yang Hui nodding, Song Peng then said, "You use a sword?" ”

Nodding again, Yang Hui asked, "What weapon does Brother Song use?" ”

"Knives." While speaking, Song Peng already had a long knife in his hand. The knife is long and wide, longer than the commonly used horizontal knife, but much thinner, and the blade has no lines, unusually smooth like a mirror.

Holding the knife in his hand, Song Peng continued: "The name of the knife is Shen Ying, it is made of stainless steel, Brother Yang should be careful." At the end of the words, Song Peng waved his hand and slashed out. There is no fierce momentum or heavy murderous aura, and the light and fluttering posture seems to melt into the air.

Although it seemed like an old friend was talking just now, how could Yang Hui be defenseless, and his eyes kept looking at Song Peng's shoulder. When Song Peng's shoulders moved slightly, Yang Hui had already pulled out his long sword and slashed over.

It was indeed Yang Hui who was one step faster, but Song Peng's long knife was just right to block Yang Hui's sword momentum, forcing Yang Hui to change his moves. And at the moment when Yang Hui changed his move, the long knife in Song Peng's hand attacked Yang Hui's chest directly.

Before the knife arrived, a breath of qi had already locked Yang Hui, and there was even a compelling knife intent, which made Yang Hui's eyes tighten.

At this moment, Yang Hui already understood why Song Peng was chatting with him first, but he was more annoyed that he was led by the nose for a moment of carelessness, so that he took the lead. At this moment, once Yang Hui retreats, he will fall into Song Peng's onslaught, and it will be difficult to regain the disadvantage, but if he touches it hard, he will change his moves in a hurry and be ready to go, and he will not have to think about the consequences at all. Thinking of this, Yang Hui couldn't help but sigh at Song Peng's good intentions.

Taking a deep breath, I saw that Yang Hui's thin and tall body as a penny actually bent back, bowed down and gathered his abdomen at the same time, the long sword slashed at the long knife without hesitation. Suddenly, there was a crisp long roar, and in the light sound, Yang Hui took advantage of the situation and retreated.

Yang Hui finally chose to avoid and then look for an opportunity, but will Song Peng give him a chance? With one move, Yang Hui retreated, Song Pengren walked with the knife, and the long knife rolled towards Yang Hui like a wave, forcing Yang Hui to retreat or touch hard.

Although it was the first time to see his brother-in-law, but it was just this moment, Chu Haoyu secretly praised, his heart was really good-looking, good-bearing, good-minded and good-working.

Not to mention the unusually handsome face like a woman, but the healthy bronzed skin doesn't know how many girls to attract, and Song Peng has always had a smile on his face, especially the calmness that controls the situation, which really makes Chu Haoyu admire.

Looking at Song Peng, seeing that he compressed the opponent's activity space with one move, Chu Haoyu already knew that it was only a matter of time before Song Peng would win, and then turned his head to look at Guo Shujie and Zhang Wu.

Guo Shujie and Zhang Wu are both disciples of the four major sects, and Guo Shujie is the youngest son of Guo Zhenxing, the owner of the Tibetan Sword Villa, and Zhang Wu is the outer disciple carefully cultivated by Master Ran for Tianlong Temple.

After Luo Shiyi and Luo Shuai announced the start, the two did not make a move, but looked at each other. After staring at each other for a moment, Guo Shujie took the lead in drawing his sword and said, "Brother Zhang, are you still empty-handed?" Seeing Zhang Wu nodded, Guo Shujie also nodded, and said, "Then Guo is welcome!" When the words fell, the Rainbow Shadow Sword had already slashed out.

The extremely fast sword momentum, like a curtain of water rushing down from the nine heavens, was fierce and violent, with a rapid sound, as if it was about to swallow Zhang Wu. The sword momentum like water is the weak water sword technique of the Tibetan Sword Villa Town School.

Seeing that Guo Shujie used the weak water sword technique to create such a power as soon as he came up, many people exclaimed, but at the same time, they also understood that Guo Shujie really planned to fight for this first place. At this moment, many people are focusing on Zhang Wu, wanting to see how he, who is also a second-generation disciple, uses his flesh palm to take this move.

The sword was fierce, and it had blown Zhang Wu's clothes and long hair, but Zhang Wu's gaze was still calm, like an eternal deep pool.

Slowly, Zhang Wu's slowly rolled out palm in an empty space, and suddenly, all the sword shadows disappeared to reveal the cold sword body of the Rainbow Shadow Sword.

Seeing that Zhang Wu easily interrupted his sword momentum with one palm, Guo Shujie was not disappointed, if Zhang Wu couldn't even take this sword, it would be strange. Although the sword momentum was interrupted, Guo Shujie never stopped, his wrist trembled slightly, and the long sword pointed at Zhang Wu's palm. The cold sword was like a cold light piercing the void, and there was even more excitement of drinking blood on it.

In the face of such a sharp sword, Zhang Wu still did not retreat, and opened his mouth and spat lightly: "Duh." ”

The Buddhist mantra, even if Zhang Wu's voice is not loud, many people's hearts are taken away by this voice. Everyone is still like this, not to mention Guo Shujie, who is close at hand, the long sword trembled uncontrollably, and it was this moment of distraction, Zhang Wu waved his palm and slapped the long sword.

Suddenly, the Rainbow Shadow Sword was bent, and Guo Shujie trembled, and then retreated.

Seeing Zhang Wu chasing after him, a cold light flashed in Guo Shujie's eyes. With the blow just now, he did lose the upper hand, but seeing that Zhang Wu refused to seize the opportunity, Guo Shujie suddenly felt annoyed by being despised and snorted coldly: "Mantra, Prajna palm, Brother Zhang is really good kung fu, Guo Mou must learn what he says today." At the end of the words, Guo Shujie slashed out with another sword.

This sword does not have any swordsmanship, it is just a simple stab, but the extremely fast sword momentum is like a gust of wind that is difficult to detect, and even Zhang Wu's eyes that have been calm are also tight. If he had a weapon in his hand, Zhang Wuzi would be able to easily take this move, but it was indeed a little difficult to take such a sharp move with a meat palm at this moment. Since he couldn't hard-connect, Zhang Wu finally chose to retreat, wanting to avoid its edge first.

Seeing Zhang Wu evade, Guo Shujie casually slashed out with another sword, and the moves were endless, like a turbulent wave with no end, and Zhang Wu could only dodge carefully in this sword shadow, but his body was extremely calm.

After staring at the two of them for a moment, seeing that Guo Shujie's sword was shocking and Zhang Wu was as stable as Mount Tai, Chu Haoyu pursed his lips, and said in his heart that it would take a while for these two people to distinguish the winner and loser, and it was difficult to say who would win and who would lose. Thinking of what the fifth brother Chu Haoyuan had just said, Chu Haoyu looked at Nangong Jin again.

The Famen walks the world with wisdom, not only to be familiar with the various families and parties in the court, but also to achieve the goal by means of relationships, contradictions, alliances or suppression. Nangong Jin, as a descendant of the Fa, although it was the first time he saw Murong Wuyu, he had all kinds of information about Murong Wuyu in his heart, including temperament, hobbies, and martial arts.

Looking at Murong Wuyu, Nangong Jin smiled to herself and said, "Nangong has heard of Brother Murong's name for a long time, and I only saw it today, and it really deserves its reputation." ”

Murong Wuyu also chuckled, and said slowly: "It seems that Wuyu should say this." ”

Suddenly, both of them laughed, which caused many people to look sideways. Although everyone was surprised that the two were chatting on the martial arts field, they also had to admire the bearing of the two.

In the laughter, Murong Wuyu continued: "If you change places, Wuyu must have a good time with Brother Nangong." ”

Nangong Jin nodded and smiled: "It's okay, Nangong will be the east another day, and Brother Murong must not shirk when the time comes." ”

Murong Wuyu nodded and said, "As long as Brother Nangong is invited, Wuyu will not dare to obey." It's just that today, Wuyu has to learn Brother Nangong's kung fu first. ”

The smile on Nangong Jin's face remained unchanged, and he said slowly: "Nangong has heard the Murong family's method of turning stars for a long time, and today I have to learn something, please!" ”

Seeing Nangong Jin's posture, Murong Wuyu smiled again and said, "Since Brother Nangong is unwilling to strike first, then Wuyu is welcome." After finishing speaking, Murong Wuyu took a step forward and at the same time, he swung his palm like a knife and attacked Nangong Jin's chest, and his bland palm gesture seemed to be a concession to Nangong Jin.

Seeing this, Nangong Jin shook his head and smiled: "Brother Murong is so polite that Nangong is embarrassed, but in the end, we need to divide the winner and loser, why don't I go all out?" At the end of the words, Nangong Jin waved his hand like a knife and slashed Murong Wuyu's wrist away, and the fast speed brought a strong wind.

"It's rainless!" At the same time as he spoke, Murong Wuyu's palm was still light and fluttering, and the slow palm became more and more empty, and in the end, it was difficult to distinguish whether it was a palm shadow or a palm.

After shouting hello, Nangong Jin's fast palm had already slashed on Murong Wuyu's palm. Suddenly, the palm shadow disappeared, but it was not over, Nangong Jin's palm knife did not change and slashed towards Murong Wuyu's palm.

Seeing that Nangong Jin broke his palm momentum and attacked first, Murong Wuyu still had the same smile on his face, and his palm did not change and let Nangong Jin's palm knife cut down.

Soon, Nangong Jin's palm had already been slashed on the back of Murong Wuyu's hand, but the moment it was cut off, Nangong Jin suddenly felt that Murong Wuyu's palm was illusory like a cloud of mist, and that kind of light and powerless feeling made Nangong Jin very uncomfortable.

"The stars are moving." screamed from the bottom of his heart, Nangong Jin was not afraid, and the internal force of the dark luck poured into Murong Wuyu's meridians, not wanting Murong Wuyu to move at this moment.

With the strange characteristics of the stars shifting, Murong Wuyu easily melted Nangong Jin's palm, and took the opportunity to wrap Nangong Jin's wrist, and hit the joints and tendons on his hands with his five fingers.

At this moment, Nangong Jin condensed all the internal force on the palm of his hand, and a layer of light was born out of thin air, and the palm knife slashed at Murong Wuyu's wrist again.

The palms of the hands were only a few inches apart, and in an instant, the two palms intersected again. There was no sound, but both of them shook and stepped back at the same time.

The blow just now seemed to be easy and peaceful, but Nangong Jin had already used ten percent of his cultivation, and Murong Wuyu had used the family's peerless Dou Xing Shift Dafa, if anyone was slightly negligent, they would be taken advantage of by the opponent and fall into a situation of being passively beaten.

After the first move, although the two of them had a smile on their faces, their cautious eyes revealed what they thought in their hearts, this is the enemy of life, you must be careful. After a moment of staring at each other, the two of them shot at the same time.

Looking at Nangong Jin and Murong Wuyu's free and easy and ethereal posture, Chu Haoyu really admired the bearing of the two of them, but after watching it for a while, Chu Haoyu finally lost interest and looked at Wu Zongdao and Zhao Qi of the Badaomen.