Fa Zheng has a lot of hatred in his heart, but in the face of such a challenge, as the head of the three saints of Lei Gong, there is a famous master in Ganzhou, and he can't fail to accept it no matter what.

I saw him striding into the middle of the field, his eyes blazing, staring at Zao Wou-ki, "It's okay, let me see and see, whether Zhao Wou-Ki, who is famous in Ganzhou, is in vain?"

"Please-" Zao Wou-Ki didn't take advantage of his tongue, and the two of them fought in one place.

Dangdangdangdang -

The two rushed towards each other almost at the same time, Fa Zheng held two crescent short shovels in each hand, the cold light was clear, as if, one short shovel was protective, and the other was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, wrapped around the purple gold stick with eyebrows.

These two short shovels are obviously also divine weapons, and they will not fall behind in the slightest when fighting with the purple gold stick.

Under his mad-like attack, Zao Wou-Ki actually retreated step by step, and he actually felt overwhelmed.

This comes as a big surprise.

"Monk Fazheng's Wind Demon Shovel is getting more and more ferocious, and it seems that he has been instructed by a master."

Li Mubai frowned slightly and muttered to himself in a low voice.

"Master, Uncle Zhao—"

"The results are coming soon"

"Huh?" Yun Feiyang was slightly stunned, although the situation in the field was not very good, but Zao Wou-Ki was only slightly at a disadvantage, the battle had just started a few rounds, could it be that Zao Wou-Ki was about to lose?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious, but the next moment, he was stunned by the changes in the field, and the figure of Zao Wou-Ki, who was retreating, suddenly stopped, and the purple gold stick in his hand changed from defense to attack, and pointed straight out.

This seems to be extremely ordinary and straightforward, but it looks even more pale under Fazheng's mad demon shovel, as if it will be blocked by the flying shovel shadow in the next moment, but the flying shovel shadow does not block this pale stick.

The purple gold stick turned into a straight line, and the point was raw on Fa Zheng's shoulder blade.

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The sound of bone cracking was clearly audible, and the shovel shadow in the sky disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Great monk, concede" Zao Wou-Ki did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but withdrew the purple gold stick.

With a single sound, the mad demon shovel in Fa Zheng's right hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, the blood on his face was gone, and he looked at Zao Wou-Ki with a blank expression.

"This, this is-"

"Brother Zhao has already comprehended the way of the stick method, that is, in the face of a super-first-class master, with the stick method, he can also win the battle"

Tie Jun also laughed, showing an interested expression, and looked at the side of the broken face.

The so-called way of the stick method is equivalent to sword intent and equivalent to sword momentum.

The world's martial arts, whether it is fist techniques, palm techniques, stick techniques or other martial arts, after the cultivation and understanding of the moves have reached an extreme, they will go beyond the scope of the law and enter the realm of the Tao.

In the sword technique, it is called the sword intent, and above the sword technique, it is the sword momentum.

This is an artistic conception of the understanding of martial arts, realizing their own way, with their own way, the warrior can leapfrog the challenge and win the battle.

A third-rate master can defeat a second-rate master, a second-rate master can defeat a first-class master, and a first-rate master can also defeat a super-first-rate master.

Zao Wou-Ki is an example, he and Fa Zheng are the same first-class masters, but his stick method has entered the artistic conception of the Tao, so Fa Zheng is not his opponent at all, the reason why he will be a little embarrassed before, the reason is also very simple, he is showing the enemy to be weak, luring the enemy, to achieve the greatest result at the minimum cost, this is a wheel war, to save a piece of strength is a point of strength, Fa Zheng did not notice for a while, then fell into the way, and finally had to taste the consequences of failure.

The Broken Face Toutuo was already out of anger, not only out of anger, but he was also a little panicked.

It's time to panic, this sword fight, eight people on both sides, now Ma Zishan, Xiao Yupei, Qian Yong and Fa Zheng have all been defeated, his side has folded four people, and Chaoyin Pavilion is only out of Chen Xizhuo, Xu Tianqi and Zhao Wouji, the most important thing is that Zhao Wouji still has the power to fight, with his extraordinary stick method, he can even defeat his own side again, in fact, although there are many first-class masters on his side, but no one dares to pat his chest and guarantee that he can defeat the current Zao Wouji, At this time, only himself and the ghost boy Xu Ziyang are left, and the other party also has a Li Mubai, if Xu Ziyang can't win Zhao Wouji, he will have to play, no matter how he calculates, his advantage has completely disappeared, and the defeat has increased a lot, how do you let him not be angry.

Zao Wou-Ki raised his eyebrows and put his purple gold stick on the ground, smiling, looking at the broken face and saying, "What, is it you or the ghost boy?"

"Zao Wou-ki, let this boy come and meet you"

Before the face-breaking Toutuo could answer, the ghost boy Xu Ziyang had already come out of the crowd, and a pair of golden gourd hammers smashed towards Zhao Wouji.

"It's good to come" Zao Wou-Ki seemed to have expected it, and immediately smiled, and the purple gold stick in his hand greeted him.

It's another dragon fight, the strength of the ghost boy is obviously above the law, and it is much higher, a pair of golden hammers have also played a lot of tricks, but in the face of absolute strength, he is also a little helpless, this time, Zao Wou-Ki obviously did not show weakness again, he picked three people alone, it can be said that he has overdone anything, now is the time to be high-spirited, therefore, after more than ten rounds, he figured out the ghost boy's routine, he launched a counterattack, and the terrible stick method was finally shown in front of everyone, An eyebrow-raising purple gold stick was impenetrable by him, as if it turned into a shark swimming in the sea, trapping the ghost boys, and the ghost boys struggled to resist, at this time he no longer expected himself to win, but just hoped that he could support for a while longer, and consume more of Zhao Wouji's physical strength.

In the thirty-second round, Zao Wou-Ki's long stick made a subtle counterattack, picking off the ghost boy's golden hammer, the stick point stopped at half an inch between the ghost boy's throat, and the ghost boy was defeated.

But is that really the case?

It can be said that a large part of today's situation is caused by Zao Wou-ki, one person defeated his own three first-class masters, after this battle, Zao Wou-ki's reputation will inevitably be shocked.

However, if you want to make a name for yourself on your own, you must be prepared to die.

"Brother Zhao has worked hard, this time, I'll hand it over to the younger brother."

Just when Broken Face Toutuo was about to make a move, Li Mubai suddenly stood up, "In the final analysis, this is a grudge between the younger brother and Broken Face Toutuo, so I and him will solve it."

"It's okay" Zao Wou-Ki nodded, turned around and left, leaving a back figure for the broken face.

"Broken Face Toutuo, thirty years ago, I didn't kill you, and now I really regret it."

Murderous.

"I did hit you hard, but you didn't kill me."

When the enemies saw each other, their eyes were red, and the face of the broken head was very calm on the surface, thirty years of hatred could be repaid today, and his mood was extremely happy, "Li Mubai, today, I will make you pay the price." ”

"Okay, I also want to see what means you have to make me pay" The long sword was unsheathed, and Sen Han's sword intent surged towards the broken face Toutuo like a tide, "Thirty years ago, I made a mistake and let your scum escape with your life, and today, I will personally understand this mistake." ”

"If you want to fight, you can fight, and there is a fart for playing with mouth cannons"

Tie Jun listened to the boring tightness, and secretly slandered in his heart, of course, he didn't dare to say this in front of others, one of the people who put out his mouth on the field was his uncle, if this was heard by others, he would be punished for the crime of disrespecting his elders.

"Since you want to die, I'll let you die"

Li Mubai's sword intent made the face of the broken head change, but he didn't panic, this time he dared to challenge the Chaoyin Pavilion and invite masters, and it was not without his support.

"Then let me see how you let me die" Li Mubai's figure suddenly disappeared in front of everyone, and when he appeared again, he had already arrived in front of the Broken Face Toutuo, and the long sword in his hand was sent forward, and it was about to pierce into the throat of the Broken Face Toutuo, if this sword was stabbed, the Broken Face Toutuo was probably going to become the biggest laughing stock in Ganzhou martial arts this year, but unfortunately, this sword was not stabbed.

Not only did he not be stabbed, but Li Mubai also suffered a loss.

Li Mubai's long sword stabbed a golden light and shadow, this light and shadow appeared out of thin air, blocking in front of the broken face Toutuo, not only blocking Li Mubai's sword, but also Li Mubai's sword qi back, facing the sharp sword qi, Li Mubai had to fly to dodge, and the golden light and shadow were unforgiving, and collided straight towards Li Mubai.