Ye Xiu hugged his fists to the other party and thanked each other, and walked down slowly, he was sober in his heart, and he was not intoxicated by the cheers of everyone.

"My current strength is polished by myself bit by bit, and when I embark on the journey of the heavens, I will only be stronger, and I should not immerse myself in the past and slow down." Ye Xiu thought for a moment in his heart, his gaze was still firm.

"In the next game, No. 222 vs. No. 857."

Another voice rang out, and the battle continued.

This time it was Miyamoto, the previous Oriental samurai, who wore a white samurai suit and held two swords and walked straight to the stage.

"If you want to challenge me, line up and come one by one."

The dull tone makes people can't hear it clearly, but I still feel his arrogance, is this bullying Jinmen no martial arts master?

The person opposite had a gloomy face, he was a master of martial arts, he had never suffered such humiliation, he had practiced martial arts all his life, and he was proficient in melee knives.

The handle of this close-quarters knife is extremely short, and the blade is so wide and heavy that even the master cannot pick it up with one hand.

His knees were bent, his legs were dripping with mud, his right hand was holding the hilt of the sword, his left hand was holding the back of the knife, and his body was like an ape, guarding the other side.

The enemy does not move, I do not move, the melee knife as the name suggests, the main body method during the battle, because the melee knife is a heavy weapon, standing and falling, so it is not suitable for the initiative to attack.

"Nani?" Miyamoto let out a question, and when he saw that the old man didn't dare to step forward, he immediately used a trick to be first-class for two days.

Within the specified range, locking on the martial arts master, Miyamoto jumped into the air and pulled out the thunder and slashed down.

In the face of danger, the master held the knife in one hand and the back of the knife in the other, and the knife walked with him, turning around and pushing it.

Without the slightest chopping action, seeing this scene, Ye Xiu secretly said that the old man was not good, and this move seemed to be a fluke if he could dodge it.

But this master actually had a delusion and chose to fight back.

Sure enough, the three major illusions of life cannot be avoided by ordinary people.

"Poof, poof!"

A bright light flashed, and the old man Wuxing's eyes were full of disbelief, and the close-range knife in his hand fell to the ground.

Then he fell on the stage, and if you look closely, you will find that there is a slight fatal wound on his neck, which was left by Miyamoto's sword light just now.

Miyamoto put the knife into the sheath, and said proudly: "I learned the knife at the age of seven, traveled thousands of miles, entered 23 dojos, and finally succeeded, experienced 120 battles, and did not lose a single defeat. ”

Hearing Miyamoto's amazing record, everyone panicked, it turned out that this was a ruthless man, who came from the Wa Kingdom to find an opponent.

"Martial arts practitioners have a destiny for martial arts practitioners, and dying in the duel ring is also considered to be a well-deserved death."

Ye Xiu sighed in his heart, in this era of turbulent times, there are very few people who can devote their lives to martial arts.

"Bang bang bang!"

Some people in the audience were indignant that the martial arts masters were defeated one after another, which really hit the self-esteem of the locals.

"Everyone sit down, I can understand your feelings, but a fair battle, the victory or defeat all depends on yourself, as a Jinmen person, everyone must have a grace, so as not to be laughed at."

Ye Xiu stood up and spoke out at this moment, after so many days of martial arts exchanges, many people of insight have already discovered the clues, and it turns out that foreigners also understand boxing theory.

There is no difference between foreigners, which surprised everyone present, and even one person can learn the true transmission from multiple martial arts halls.

In the eyes of the Chinese people, this is simply a taboo for practicing martial arts, stealing from other sects, abolishing martial arts, and dying on the spot.

Could it be that we really need to change the traditional concept, otherwise the future generations will not be able to pass on the truth, and they will be enslaved by foreigners.

How can a martial artist not have blood, the prince of heaven and earth is a teacher, in the world, he is involved in fetters everywhere, and he is bullied by others, so it is better to arm himself and deter others.

Many people looked at Ye Xiu, and there was a hint of understanding in their eyes, it turned out that Chief Qiao was so far-sighted and eloquent.

Ye Xiu, who didn't know the truth, was confused and at a loss.

During this period, Ye Xiu won many battles, so that all the contestants looked away, and every time he made a move, he could defeat the opponent with a few moves, which was really amazing.

The masters of Jinmen Martial Arts have all been eliminated, and the holders who have not been defeated in the exchange competition are only Ye Xiu and Miyamoto.

The ultimate battle is tomorrow.

The International Martial Arts Exchange Competition has already caused a sensation in Tianjin, and everyone on the streets and alleys has not heard of Ye Xiu's legend, winning thirty-two consecutive victories, defeating the martial arts master, defeating the red-haired foreigner, and it is widely spread.

"Sir Qiao, when did you become the number one in Jinmen?"

"Today!" Ye Xiu walked briskly across the street to the door of Tyson's underground duel ring.

This battle mobilized the heartstrings of all martial arts practitioners in Jinmen, not only the success or failure of the duel, but also the self-confidence of the nation and the inheritance of martial arts.

If Ye Xiu wins the competition, he will be able to abolish the old rules and formulate new laws when the people are dependent, and the spiritual outlook of Jinmen's martial arts will naturally be improved.

But if he loses this battle, the reputation of the martial artist will be ruined, and it will be difficult to gain a foothold in the martial arts world, which is the fate of the old-style martial arts practitioners, and he can't afford to let go.

In the Tyson duel ring, the two faced each other.

Attracting thousands of people from all over the world to come and watch, the martial spirit is the imprint of a nation into the depths of the blood, stringing the past and the present and the future, and the shining light is endless.

"Invincible, I won't get lost today."

A clear light appeared in Miyamoto's eyes, and his expression became serious.

The twin knives on his shoulders reverberate, and he understood the desire of his beloved knives, which was the reaction only when he saw a fierce enemy.

The knife tells Miyamoto that it craves the other's blood.

"Don't worry, I will sacrifice the blood of your heart to my love knife."

"Hazah!" Miyamoto let out a loud shout and swung his twin blades.

Two brilliant swords appeared in the air, making people cry and difficult to look at, and the swords were intertwined, stirring the surrounding air, forming a huge cyclone.

The grass around them was floating in the air, and the close audience had their hair twisted and fell into it, and they couldn't imagine how dangerous Ye Xiu was in the center of the cyclone.

One breath, two breaths,......, ten breaths.

Ye Xiu held his breath and condensed, his eyes looked straight ahead, his gaze was blazing, and his spiritual power was condensed to the essence, as if it had turned into a flame, burning people's souls.

"Boom, boom!"

Holding the Spring and Autumn Broadsword, Ye Xiu slashed out with one sword, slashed through the cyclone, and under Miyamoto's incredulous eyes, he slashed out again.

Then, Ye Xiu walked off the Tyson duel ring.

A real man who never looks back at harm.

There is only one sentence, floating in the air.

"The scar on your face, I left, is the glory of your life!"

Miyamoto was confused, and when he heard this, he fell unconscious in a pool of blood.

……

After the international martial arts exchange competition, Ye Xiu's reputation and status rose again.

The old rules of Jinmen are gradually being abolished, and the new laws are being enforced.

In a flat place transformed from an abandoned campus, Ye Xiu established the first martial arts school in Jinmen.

The martial arts school is open to students, and men come here to practice martial arts, which can strengthen their muscles and bones and polish their kung fu.

"The Great Wall will never fall, the Yellow River is surging for thousands of miles, the rivers and mountains are beautiful and the mountains are stacked with green peaks and mountains, ask me what kind of country is like being infected?"

In the loud singing of the students, a group of martial arts seniors in Jinmen did not shy away from the taboos of the genre, taught the true martial arts, and earnestly hoped that the martial arts fire could be passed on.