Di Xiu fought against Zhang Tianfeng, and the sixth layer of the Songshan Heart Method fought against the fifth layer of the Xiaocheng realm, and there was a big difference between the two, and it was the most critical difference between the five or six layers. As long as you are an understanding person, you can guess the result of the first game, and it is no wonder that the disciples did not burst into thunderous applause when Zhang Tianfeng came to the stage, but sighed one after another.

The first game of the second level, the location is the No. 1 ring, as usual, Zhong Zhen is to preside, with Zhong Zhen's cultivation that has just broken through to the seventh achievement of the heart method not long ago, it is more than enough to rule this game.

Walking out of the crowd, a big peng spread his wings, Zhong Zhen was already in the ring, in a round of applause, shook his sleeves, Zhong Zhen said loudly: "The second level of the year-end competition officially began, the first game is still hosted by me, and the two nephews of Di Xiu and Zhang Tianfeng are invited to the stage. ”

In the midst of mourning, Zhang Tianfeng jumped into the ring with an ugly face, bowed to Zhong Zhen and stood by the side to wait. Zhong Zhen didn't care, he understood his mood very well, no matter who met one of the three favorites in the competition, he would not be in a good mood. patted him on the shoulder encouragingly, silently encouraged, and then looked down the stage, waiting for Di Xiu to come on stage.

Suddenly, the crowd dispersed in surprise, Lin Han behind the ring was stunned, and looked forward, he was also shocked and thundered, good guy, is this still Di Xiu? It's just a!

I saw a person in the center of the crowd, wearing a gilt purple robe, with long hair coiled up, and a gorgeous wooden hairpin worn in it, the most surprising thing was that his back was no longer the stainless steel long sword carried by ordinary disciples, but the most famous three-sword sheath of the Songshan faction. If he hadn't known him for a long time, Lin Han would really suspect that it was the elder of the sect who had been lost for thirty years and had returned to the sect.

"Uncle Tang, ...... this?" Lin Han asked Tang Yingyu beside him puzzled, it wasn't that he didn't want to consult Ding Mian and Zuo Lengchan, two people who knew each other, but it was really Zuo Lengchan, Ding Mian, and Lu Bai who were sitting on the stone bench of the main seat in a commotion, and they could only reluctantly embarrass it.

Tang Yingyu was also shocked by Di Xiu's appearance before, and only after Lin Han spoke up did he come back to his senses and said with a smile: "This sect has a rule, as long as the disciples' cultivation breaks through to the sixth layer, they can wear elder clothes, what?" Don't you know? ”

"Is there such a thing?" Lin Han was very surprised.

"Yes, I thought my nephew liked to wear this disciple's uniform, but I didn't know, hahaha." Tang Yingyu laughed heartily.

Wanting to cry and compare each other's school uniforms without tears, Lin Han knocked out his front teeth and swallowed it in his stomach, and muttered: "If you had known a long time ago, who wouldn't want to choose more coquettish clothes to support the façade!" ”

"What did my nephew say?" Tang Yingyu, who didn't hear clearly, asked.

Waving his hand, Lin Han gritted his teeth and said, "I mean to change my clothes when I go back." ”

"Hehe" Tang Yinghe said with a smile, "Doesn't my nephew like the Three Swords Sheath?" ”

Nodding, Lin Han said: "Just change your clothes, it looks more glamorous, and you don't need a sword, it's better to have tears in your hand." ”

"Oh, the game is on, watch the game." Tang Yingyu suddenly reminded.

Lin Han raised his head and saw that Di Xiu and Zhang Tianfeng had already opened their posture and were ready to make a move. Di Xiu's appearance, although it was a little comprehensible, but the effect was still very good, not only attracted the attention and discussion of all the disciples, but also gave great pressure to Zhang Tianfeng, who did not know what was going on, further destroying his already little confidence, and completely forcing him to the brink of collapse.

Maybe it was too much pressure, Zhong Zhen announced the start, Zhang Tianfeng immediately ran towards Di Xiu, only to see his toes on the ground, his body was violent, he was in the air, his fingers were palmed, and in the whistling sound, his right palm ran towards Di Xiu's door.

Seeing Zhang Tianfeng's panic, the smile on the corner of Di Xiu's mouth was even worse, according to common sense, the best way to fight the long sword with his palm is to close the distance and fight in close combat, so that the long sword cannot play an advantage. Zhang Tianfeng's idea of taking the initiative to attack was correct, but the method he chose was a big taboo. If you are facing a weak hand, it is understandable to use a volley to suppress others, but in the face of an opponent who is far superior to yourself, this practice is definitely taboo and the most undesirable.

Fortunately, Di Xiu didn't intend to solve the opponent with one move, only to see him suddenly bend down, and then turn his back to Zhang Tianfeng in the air, and then with a shock, the long sword on the far left shot out and slammed straight into Zhang Tianfeng's chest.

Facing the menacing long sword, Zhang Tianfeng suddenly came to his senses, only to realize to his chagrin what a stupid thing he had done. Although the long sword was attacking with the hilt of the sword in a backward motion, judging from the roaring momentum, if it was really hit, Zhang Tianfeng would be able to admit defeat. Fortunately, Di Xiu did not do his best, and Zhang Tianfeng, who was in a panic, still had time to think about how to deal with it.

In a critical moment, Zhang Tianfeng's right palm was deflected, and he lifted the strength of his whole body and slapped it forward. 'Bang' sound, forcibly endure the numbness in the palm of his hand, with the power of a shock, Zhang Tianfeng rushed out, Teng, Teng, Teng took three steps back in a row before he stood firm. Di Xiu saw him bow forward, and at the same time as he staggered with the long sword, his right hand turned outward, and he easily copied it, and he was already dragging the long sword in his hand. Di Xiu was holding the long sword upside down, his figure was non-stop, and he rushed towards Zhang Tianfeng.

Deeply aware of the gap between each other, Zhang Tianfeng didn't dare to slack off, and no longer had the slightest intention of attacking, and went all out to put on the posture of the imperial guard, and made up his mind to strictly guard against it, and it was a move to be able to drag one move.

Facing the opponent's dead pig posture that is not afraid of boiling water, 'Hmph...... Heh......' Di Xiu smiled disdainfully, and his feet did not stop, and he entered two meters in front of Zhang Tianfeng, turned his wrist, and slashed his long sword towards the door in front of him.

Zhang Tianfeng stared at Di Xiu and the long sword in his hand, when Di Xiu slashed the sword, his eyes narrowed slightly, all his attention was focused on the falling long sword, and when the long sword was less than two feet away from the front door, Zhang Tianfeng screamed, his body moved a step to the left, and his right palm shot out like lightning.

Bang, bang, the first sound is the intersection of the palms, and the next sound is the long sword gliding on the palm. Zhang Tianfeng's face changed greatly, and he subconsciously withdrew his burning palm, and his figure took three steps back again. At this time, seeing that Di Xiu did not pursue, he breathed a sigh of relief, and only then did he have time to raise his palm to watch, and the entire palm was red, and the palm was worn out with a layer of skin.

The tricks were restricted, everyone shook their heads together, and so did Lin Han, it was really unbearable, the gap was too big, and it was useless to fight again. Di Xiu on the stage also thought the same way, and said, "Senior Brother Zhang, admit defeat." ”

It's just that Zhang Tianfeng may not agree, after all, he finally made it to the top 16, and he was solved by the opponent in three moves and two ways, and he couldn't get over it in terms of face, even if that person was Di Xiu. Gritting his teeth, Zhang Tianfeng stubbornly raised his head, looked directly at Di Xiu, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you Senior Brother Di for your kindness, Senior Brother wants to try again." ”

Shaking his head, Di Xiu said, "Then you can make a move." Zhang Tianfeng felt aggrieved in his heart, seeing that Di Xiu was unwilling to take the initiative again, he had to attack by himself. Taking a deep breath, a breath of true qi did not disperse, all of them were held in the dantian, and the gong turned around, the left palm was leading, and the right palm was the finale, Zhang Tianfeng walked towards Di Xiu step by step.

Di Xiu was not afraid of Zhang Tianfeng's approach, and after the previous two battles, Di Xiu had determined that Zhang Tianfeng would not be the blackest horse, although he never thought so.

Circling around the opponent, when Zhang Tianfeng went around behind Di Xiu for the third time, he didn't delay any longer, his left palm rushed forward, the target was Di Xiu's spine, and at the same time, his right palm didn't stop, followed by the left palm diagonally splitting out, towards the opponent's right flank.

Di Xiu, who was always paying attention to Zhang Tianfeng's movements, was also unambiguous, and his back was back, and he pushed his body backwards, intending to catch Zhang Tianfeng's palm with his scabbard. This response is understandable, but it is just a bully with deep internal strength, if this trick is real, it is Zhang Tianfeng who retreats, then he can basically be declared out, after all, the competition of the sect is not a life-and-death fight, the referee has the right to suspend the game according to the situation on the field, and then announce the result of the game according to the actual situation.

As Di Xiu approached, Zhang Tianfeng's right palm naturally fell into the air, but his left palm collided with the scabbard on Di Xiu's back. With a 'bang' sound, Di Xiu's upper body shook, but his lower body seemed to take root, and he never wavered in the slightest, but Zhang Tianfeng, who was successful in attacking, couldn't withstand the shock of the opponent's internal force, and his steps took three steps back suddenly. Obviously, this is the case, Zhang Tianfeng failed to hurt Di Xiu, and the gap between the two can be seen.

Just when Zhong Zhen was about to stop the game, Zhang Tianfeng, who was stumbling, actually raised his right palm and slashed forward again. This time, Di Xiu was really annoyed, the long sword in his right hand reversed, towards Zhang Tianfeng's right palm, his body leaned back, almost level with the ground, 'Qiang', while Zhang Tianfeng dodged the long sword in his right hand, it was already a sword that shook the sword, and a long sword in the middle roared out, and with a 'bang', it hit Zhang Tianfeng's chest and knocked him out three feet away.

Zhong Zhen didn't care about anything else, hurriedly stepped forward, helped Zhang Tianfeng up, his ten fingers were like flying, clicked on his chest again and again, and then slapped him on the back, and a mouthful of blood rushed out, Zhong Zhen breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Tianfeng also came to his senses and cried: "It's the disciple who is too self-conscious. ”

Zhong Zhen shook his head and said: "It's good to be self-motivated, but you must do what you can, and you must understand the situation." Don't blame Master Di's nephew, he has already shown mercy. ”

"I'm sorry for hurting Senior Brother Zhang." Di Xiu stepped forward. Zhang Tianfeng struggled to get up from Zhong Zhen's arms, and arched his hand: "It's Senior Brother Meng Lang, Senior Brother Xie Di has mercy." ”

Seeing that Zhang Tianfeng could stand still alone, Zhong Zhen nodded and said, "You go down first, take care of your injuries in the next few days, and don't use force, so as not to leave a curse." ”

"Yes, Uncle Xie Zhong cares, and the disciple leaves." After saying that, he walked to the edge of the ring and jumped off the stage on his knees. After a few stumbles, he finally didn't fall, and then a familiar brother came to help him to rest.

At the end of the first game, Zhong Zhen and Di Xiu jumped out of the ring at the same time and walked towards the second ring. Tang Yingju patted Lin Han's shoulder and said with a smile: "Let's go, it's still the nephew to decide the second game." ”