On the top of the light, there was a sea of people, and everyone was nervously staring at the Shaolin Temple Master Kongwen and the white-eyed Eagle King Ying Tianzheng, one of the four great Dharma Kings of Mingjiao.

"Amitabha, the Eagle King has paid attention, the old monk is about to make a move." Kong Wen said hello to the White-eyed Eagle King.

"Master, please." The white-eyed eagle king also made a gesture of please, and after that, he made an attack posture, ready to attack at any time.

"Chasing the wind," suddenly, the empty smell moved, and the whole person rushed towards the white-eyed eagle king, and his hands directly turned into claws, and went straight to the white-eyed eagle king's chest, if he was caught, the white-eyed eagle king's chest was probably scratched by him.

However, the white-eyed eagle king, who had long known that the Shaolin dragon claw was powerful, would not be easily hit, using the eagle claw skill to control the claw with the claw.

The Shaolin dragon claw hand is the supreme stunt in the world's rivers and lakes, known for its fastness, accuracy and ruthlessness, and its moves are extremely exquisite.

And Eagle Claw Gong, also known as Eagle Claw Grab, is created by Eagle Tianzheng for more than 20 years of painstaking research, and Eagle Tianzheng also relied on this unique science to break through a great reputation in the rivers and lakes.

Claws to make claws, and grappling to grapple, the claw skills of the two have opened the eyes of others.

The empty smell in the field came out with a claw, and grabbed at the back of Ying Tianzheng, who noticed the movement of the empty smell, and suddenly, the whole person was like a flying eagle spreading its wings, avoiding the grasp of the empty smell.

Ying Tianzheng hit back with a volley in the air, grabbed one claw on the monk's robe that was empty and was about to enter the flesh, Kong Wen grabbed it with his backhand, grabbed Ying Tianzheng's arm, and forced him to return his hand.

The two continued to fight each other, soaring into the air and exchanging hands in mid-air.

More than a dozen rounds have passed, and the two continue to fight, and it seems that they can't tell the winner for a while.

However, many people can see that the empty dragon claw hand has begun to use the second time, but the Eagle Tianzheng's eagle claw grappling hand is still a different move, but it seems to be similar.

The two exchanged a few more moves, and Kong Wen suddenly turned his claws into palms, and Ying Tianzheng avoided it for a while, and was slapped on the right shoulder by Kong Wen.

Master Kongwen did not stop there, but took advantage of the momentum, turned his palm into a claw again, and made one move after another, and the situation took a turn in an instant, and Ying Tianzheng was injured and struggled to support.

Due to the injury of Eagle Tianzheng, the battle between the two returned to the ground.

Kong Wen continued to use the dragon claw hand, chasing after the Eagle Tianzheng attack.

Suddenly, Ying Tianzheng actually saw through the moves and attack position of Kongwen's next dragon claw hand, and attacked first, messing up Kongwen's moves, and grabbed Kongwen's left rib with one claw.

Subsequently, the two did not try their moves again, and suddenly fought their internal strength.

It's a pity that Master Kongwen's cultivation is pure and profound, and it is stronger than Ying Tianzheng, but it is only a little, but because both of them are injured, in the end, the two of them are not divided between victory and defeat.

"Eagle King, it's okay!" The people of the Ming Sect stepped forward together to inquire about the injuries of the White-eyed Eagle King, and took out the pill to treat him.

"Senior brother, how are you?" Seeing Kong Wen vomiting blood, other Shaolin disciples also hurriedly surrounded him, and Kong Zhi asked.

"Master," people from several other factions also came over to inquire about the situation, and when they saw that there was nothing wrong with Kongwen, they stopped asking.

"Yang Sect Master, how about a tie between the two of you in this game?" After Dugu Yihe took a look at the situation of Ying Tianzheng and Kongwen, he said to Yang Dingtian.

"Yes, let's do the next one! I wonder which one of you is playing? Yang Dingtian was also anxious and said loudly.

"The next one is for Feng! I have heard for a long time that the golden lion king Xie Xun has martial arts, and the lion's roar is even more famous, please teach two tricks. Feng Xifan directly challenged the golden lion king Xie Xun by name.

Originally, Feng Xifan planned to challenge Wei Yixiao, but after seeing Wei Yixiao's light skills and cold palms before, he gave up this idea and chose Xie Xun instead.

Although Xie Xun's martial arts are no worse than Wei Yixiao, and he may even be stronger, in this case, Feng Xifan expected that Xie Xun would not use the lion's roar, which is a sonic skill that distinguishes between friend and foe, so when he first learned that he was going to play, Feng Xifan had already decided to challenge Xie Xun.

On the other side, Yue Buqun originally wanted to challenge Xie Xun first, but who expected to be preempted by Feng Xifan of the Kunlun faction.

As soon as Feng Xifan's voice fell, a burly and abnormal, with yellow hair, scattered shawl head, eyes glowing with oil, holding a two-headed mace six or seven feet long in his hand, and came to Feng Xifan in three steps and two steps.

"Come on! Let me see how strong your Kunlun faction's swordsmanship is. Xie Xun's personality is like a fire, and he is unwilling to say more than half a word to Feng Xifan.

"Your Excellency, attention." After Feng Xifan reminded him, his figure disappeared in place in an instant, and the long sword in his hand came out of its sheath like thunder, hitting Xie Xun directly.

As soon as Feng Xifan made a move, the people present knew that the Kunlun faction still had a powerful master, not only swordsmanship, but also outstanding internal skills, and "one sword without blood" really deserved its reputation.

No matter how good the eyes of others are, they don't feel as clearly as Xie Xun.

Seeing Feng Xifan's movement and the sword momentum he exuded, Xie Xun knew that the strength of the person in front of him was no worse than his own, and he couldn't use the lion's roar, and his strength might not be an opponent.

However, whether it was for the prestige of Mingjiao or for his own life, he couldn't lose.

Seeing that Feng Xifan's sword was getting closer and closer to him, the mace in Xie Xun's hand waved, relying on his innate divine power, coupled with the length and weight of the mace, Feng Xifan, who was forced at once, could only retreat.

Feng Xifan continued to test a few moves, and he found that Xie Xun's moves were ordinary, but they were very effective in restraining an opponent with exquisite swordsmanship like him, making him unable to get close.

The two continued to fight, and Feng Xifan tried to fight Xie Xun in close quarters, but he always failed.

Whether he used sword qi or moves, he was avoided by Xie Xun, and for a while, Feng Xifan couldn't help Xie Xun.

However, everyone can see that if Xie Xun has no other means, he will definitely lose.

The two continued to fight for more than a dozen rounds, Feng Xifan clearly felt that Xie Xun's speed had slowed down, and his momentum was not as good as before, he knew that this was caused by Xie Xun's excessive consumption of internal strength and strength.

As soon as the opportunity came, how could Feng Xifan miss it, only to see that the sword in his hand made a faster move, and it was faintly faster than before, and everyone knew at this time that Feng Xifan had been hiding his strength all along.

Not only that, Feng Xifan's current swordsmanship is not only fast, but his moves are more subtle than at the beginning, obviously, Feng Xifan has mastered more than one swordsmanship.

"Cousin, can you see what kind of swordsmanship Feng Xifan's swordsmanship is?" Murong Fu of the Gusu Murong family, who was on the side, asked Wang Yuyan, the woman beside him.

"Cousin, what Feng Xifan used at the beginning should be the thunder sword technique created by He Zudao of the Kunlun faction, this sword technique is fast and lightning and thunderous, and pays attention to a fast word.

After that, Feng Xifan's swordsmanship, judging by its moves, is like the 8864-style Flying Eagle Whirling Swordsmanship, each move is extremely ruthless, circling and dancing straight together, as if the four sides of the wave are expanding and unpredictable. Wang Yuyan said.

"Cousin, who do you think will win?" Murong Fu asked again.

"If Xie Xun uses the lion's roar, it may be difficult to say whether he will win or lose, but in terms of the current situation, cousin, Xie Xun will definitely lose, and if no one rescues him, Xie Xun may still die under the sword of Feng Xifan of the Kunlun faction." Wang Yuyan analyzed.

In this life, although the Murong family is strong, and there are masters like Murong Longcheng, but because they are from the Xianbei clan, they are excluded everywhere in the Great Song Dynasty, and now there are only Murong Bo, Murong Fu and Murong Qiudi in the Gusu Yanziwu, and the other Murong family people have long disappeared.

Sure enough, as Wang Yuyan said, Xie Xun's internal strength and strength at this time have been consumed for a long time, and the mace wielding in his hand has slowed down, and he no longer has the momentum of the tiger and tiger before.

Feng Xifan found the right opportunity, swung Xie Xun's mace with a sword, and when Xie Xun's foothold was not stable, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Xie Xun's middle acupoint.

Seeing that Feng Xifan's sword was about to pierce Xie Xun's Tanzhong acupoint, a stone struck out, and the huge force instantly knocked Feng Xifan's sword away.

"Mingjiao lost this game." Obviously, it was Yang Dingtian's hand that saved Xie Xun.

After two battles, Mingjiao drew and lost, and the situation was very unfavorable.