After Wudang Taoist Guo Jiaoyang took the initiative to walk into the courtyard.

Guo Jiaoyang's terrifying eyes forced Hong Ye and said:

"It is not uncommon for this martial arts exchange conference to be promoted in modern society, and it is a rare opportunity. So today naturally shouldn't just be him Chen Xixiang as a protagonist, we all have to revolve around him, I practice swords, today I have to find someone in the same vein to compare the level. ”

There were only two people who practiced swords on the spot.

One is Shan Ying of the One Unity Gate, and the other is Hong Ye.

He is the king of weapons of this generation.

Guo Jiaoyang pointed directly at Hong Ye, and if he wanted to compete in swordsmanship first, it was also an unexpected and reasonable scene for everyone present.

Hong Yeben was standing next to Chen Xixiang, and after hearing this, he couldn't have a reason to refuse.

He pulled out the saber behind his back, walked over, and whispered to Chen Xixiang next to him: "Mr. Chen, he and I are both descendants of Wudang swordsmanship, you are practicing boxing, let's watch a swordsmanship between the two of us first, which will be beneficial for your next fight with other masters." ”

Chen Xixiang smiled slightly and nodded to show that he understood Hong Ye's kindness.

Hong Ye said, people have already walked towards Guo Jiaoyang.

"Please!"

Just a please, no other superfluous nonsense.

The more than a dozen boxers present were all staring at it.

Guo Jiaoyang's eyebrows showed a sharp determination, and after Hong Ye said the word "please", the whole person tiptoed in an instant, and the person was like a dart thrown vigorously!

Choke!

Suddenly, there was a sharp sword roar in the air.

Many young people in the martial arts hall only saw a flash of light in the courtyard.

It was Guo Jiaoyang's sword that reflected the sun, like thunder and lightning, shaking the eyes of many people!

He struck suddenly, as swift as a poisonous snake.

Hong Ye on the opposite side stabbed Guo Jiaoyang with a sword at this moment, and quickly responded, his pace was as light as an ape in the forest, although he was taken the lead, he turned around, and at the same time, the rain stabbed like a sword!

Hong Ye's pace was as light and agile as an ape, and his pace was so fast that he reacted in half a second.

Ding Ding Ding ~~

A sharp sword wind and collision quickly came from the air, and sparks that were visible to the naked eye splashed everywhere!

Fierce confrontation, only in the evening of the interpretation of the tip of the needle to the wheat!

Chen Xixiang can see that compared with Hong Ye's self-proclaimed ape fencing skills, Guo Jiaoyang's swordsmanship and pace are in the shape of a dragon, and the footsteps are together.

Whew!!

It's just three breaths, and the two people in the courtyard are like two swimming pythons on the grassland, with a gust of wind, and suddenly the fierce collision of body and swordsmanship in the courtyard is extraordinary, and many young people in the martial arts hall are dumbfounded:

"Is this the power of a sword master, it's really scary!"

Clang!

Hong Ye stepped back and picked it up.

Whining~~

Guo Jiaoyang was rushing under his feet, his sword was like a maggot on the tarsal bones, chasing and stabbing fiercely, and he actually stabbed a sharp sound in the courtyard!

Bell bell bell ~

The tip of the sword stabbed each other in the eyes, nose, throat, chin, and heart socket in succession!

Blades collide!

But it was Hong Ye who continued to pick horizontally, turned around, and picked all the fine ones.

But everyone can see that Hong Ye was suppressed by Guo Jiaoyang's momentum.

This shocked many veteran boxers present.

After all, Hong Ye is the king of weapons.

In the hospital.

Guo Jiaoyang and Hong Ye staggered in an instant, stepped on it violently, stabbed out of Hong Ye's left ribs, and slashed horizontally to his face.

Woo!

When this sword came, Hong Ye's back was bent, his body was like a big bow, and his arm collapsed and the sword swept away a move "Strange Python Sting".

"What a quick response." Guo Jiaoyang's complexion changed slightly, and he hurriedly picked up the sword, but he didn't prevent the leaves from taking advantage of this horizontal, and suddenly changed a move to "turn around and take the treasure", and directly took Guo Jiaoyang's forehead.

Right in this moment.

The old boxers who knew some swords subconsciously held their breath and stared closely at the results of the next moment.

If this sword is stabbed, it is basically a victory or a loser.

But he didn't want Guo Jiaoyang's eyes to condense, his feet were as strange as a dragon turned into an earthworm, and with a hard slip of his toes, he seemed to have sunk into the quagmire, and his body shrank back three inches, and then the sword light lit up.........

The angle is weird, tricky, and vicious!

Between this booming arm, it was a stab and a pick in an instant!

Burst!

Hong Ye immediately heard a muffled snort, his footsteps retreated, blood flowed from his chest and abdomen, and his shirt was already stained red with blood......

And then look at the tip of Guo Jiaoyang's sword, a piece of blood the size of a child's palm with a piece of flesh and blood was picked down alive.

Shocking!

"The winner is decided."

Xu Zhengyang immediately shouted.

He was also shocked in his heart, and he had a new understanding of such things as swordsmanship.

Because it is a martial arts competition, it is required that there can be injuries, but not killing.

So......

This requires too much precision for wrist strength and power control.

Shan Ying immediately took out the wound medicine from the one-in-one door and bandaged Hong Ye.

Hong Ye looked up at Guo Jiaoyang with a pale face, and said, "That step just now, Wudang has long been lost, how can you ......?"

Guo Jiaoyang glanced at Chen Xixiang and said lightly: "Others can restore the long-lost inner family boxing system, I have been studying swordsmanship for ten years, and what is the big deal about restoring a supreme pace." ”

Hong Ye was gloomy when he heard this.

The swordsmanship contest in the post-martial arts era is a comparison of pace and eyesight.

He has been in the film and television industry for many years, and he has been dragged down too much energy by his busy work and schedule, and the regression of swordsmanship is certain, while Guo Jiaoyang is young and strong, and he concentrates on studying hard in swordsmanship, and has realized a lot of things.

One decreases and one increases, and it is easy to distinguish between the superior and the inferior.

Guo Jiaoyang looked at the loser and said: "Hong Ye, your master was also a disciple of the Wudang layman, and later went to the port to open a martial arts hall to set up his own door, and played the name of the king of weapons outside, and then this name was inherited by you, the big disciple, but today, the first in the weapon gate, finally returned to Wudang." ”

Du Fuming and Wu Changmin sighed.

They are old men in the martial arts world, and they are used to seeing too many new generations replacing old people, and they are most complicated by this situation.

After winning Hong Ye, Guo Jiaoyang said to Chen Xixiang at this time:

"In fact, in the line of boxing, I have never practiced boxing and can't practice swords, it's not that I brag about practicing swords, but in my opinion, everyone here today is actually Hong Ye, you, and I are just three masters, defeated Hong Ye, and the others fought with me, and they were all weapons, none of them would be my opponents, so the next step is very simple, you choose a weapon!"

Hearing Guo Jiaoyang's words, many boxers present were furious.

But after witnessing Guo Jiaoyang's swordsmanship just now, all the boxers were also worried in their hearts, and even Hu Wen, who practiced iron cloth shirts, had an ugly face.

After all, people who practice iron cloth shirts can only withstand the blows of sticks, and they are really against sharp weapons like swords, especially in the hands of swordsmen like Guo Jiaoyang, who have been immersed in swordsmanship for more than ten years, they only need to pick and pull, and any iron cloth shirt is definitely a blood hole and a blood mark!

Therefore, in the past, anyone who practiced swords was a peerless master.

Baji Li Shuwen was defeated by the sword immortal Li Jinglin, and it was also the pinnacle of the battle between fists and swords, which already explained the result.

Chen Xixiang stood up, and first praised: "Good swordsmanship, good steps, with this swordsmanship, you are indeed qualified to compete for martial arts cards here, okay, then I'll try you." ”

saw Chen Xixiang coming over, but with his bare hands.

Guo Jiaoyang twisted his eyebrows and said, "You don't choose weapons? ”

Chen Xixiang smiled faintly and said, "I'm still more powerful with my fists." ”

Guo Jiaoyang snorted coldly and said: "But I won't give up the sword and fight you because of this, my whole kung fu is on this sword, lose the sword, and compete with you, it's impossible." ”

Chen Xixiang said with a smile: "Boxing is kung fu, sword is also kung fu, we each use our strongest things to fight, and no one can talk about losses." ”

Xu Zhengyang saw that Chen Xixiang was about to make a move, and he also had expectations.

After all, today's real protagonist is still Chen Xixiang.

"Please!"

This time it was Guo Jiaoyang's turn to hold his sword and give it up.

"Be careful."

Under the gaze of the major boxers in the courtyard, Chen Xixiang's face was calm, but at the same time as the words fell, the ground of the "collapse" of his life was shocked, and then the dust and small stones on the bluestone slab three or four meters away were stomped on by Chen Xixiang.

Chen Xixiang shot this time, like a cannonball, and pounced on Guo Jiaoyang like a flash.

His feet shook and his body fluttered, as if a few cannons had exploded in the courtyard.

Shan Ying looked at it with shock in his eyes: "Senior brother can also make the air blow up with a fist, but this person's strength is more than that, the distance of this pounce is ......."

There were all veteran boxers present, and the depth of kung fu revealed by Chen Xixiang in this pounce revealed the strength of his muscles and bones, which had surpassed all ordinary human beings.

"So fast!" Xu Zhengyang just said that he would like to be invited for a lifetime, and immediately a flower appeared in front of him, as if a demon was rushing to his face, but he was not an ordinary person after all, he was just shocked, and then he had infinite fighting intent in his heart, and immediately drew his sword and slashed straight at Chen Xi's elephant door.

Chen Xixiang saw this pounce, and the other party directly split the sword to slash, no matter how hard the fist was, it couldn't directly hit the blade.

But for this sword, he didn't dodge, but stepped on his feet, raised his palm violently, pinched his fist, and went directly to the sword body, seeing Chen Xixiang's fist wanting to stick to the sword body and smash into his chest, Guo Jiaoyang immediately shook his wrist, the sword body came sideways, the blade flashed cold light, and pulled forward, as if it had become a saw, and pulled towards Chen Xixiang's fist and the entire arm.

Seeing that it is a hideous bloody hole to be pulled out!

Chen Xixiang's sleeves were blowing in the wind, and his abdomen was straining, and then the entire sleeve was raised, and the hunting sound.

Hula~

The punch he broke into the blade of the sword turned into a palm, rolled towards the blade, and pinched the hammer with the other hand, forcing it in.

"Want to catch the blade with your bare hands?" Guo Jiaoyang showed surprise at that moment, and then the ruthless color on his face flashed, since Chen Xixiang didn't want this hand, he would not show mercy.

But just as he pressed down with his sword, he was about to cut off the four fingers on Chen Xixiang's hand.

Whew!

This fist, which turned into a palm, was like an old country cow throwing out its tongue, just like that, it avoided the edge of the sword blade and went directly into the hilt.

The empty-handed white-bladed magic technique of inner kung fu - ox tongue curling grass!

"What!"

Just when Guo Jiaoyang's face was like ashes, his scalp was numb for a moment.

A strong force had come from his wrist gripping the sword.

Clang.

The sword was dropped.

At the same time, a hammer slammed into his abdomen.

"Ahh

Guo Jiaoyang lost his sword in an instant, he was punched, the green tendons on his face burst out, he howled in pain, and the person also bent down and became a shrimp.

At this time, Chen Xixiang grabbed Guo Jiaoyang's wrist with one hand, lifted it from his lower abdomen with the other hand, and then twisted with all his strength, burst out like a horror, and threw his hands away, this is a smashing power!

Bang!

Guo Jiaoyang was directly thrown two meters high, reaching the height of the roof of the bungalow in the courtyard, and then fell on a water tank in the courtyard.

Click~Boom~

The sound of water splashing and cracking the tank exploded intensively.

In the midst of the heavy sound of the fall.

Guo Jiaoyang immediately threw and fell in horror, the bones of his whole body were smashed apart, his eyes were scattered, his lips trembled, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, and he was directly thrown to death.

Instantly.

In an atmosphere of silence for the whole audience.

Suddenly, Chen Xixiang said:

"Although Brother Guo's swordsmanship is high, after all, he still has no foundation in boxing, once he snatches his sword from close range, it is not worth mentioning, and now that he is gone, everyone might as well come up and try it with me."