This is a very clumsy method of agitation and misfortune, and even people can't help but want to ask Elder Qi if he is dazed, and he actually wants to provoke a fight between Wuyue and Wudang, which is simply insulting.

But the reality is very magical, whether it is Wuyue or Wudang, they have actually accepted the provocation and are ready to act.

The reason is not difficult to guess, this conference was hosted by the beggar gang, and the rules were also set by them, although the two factions can let it go, but if this is the case, the beggar gang seems to have no loss, they directly cut Chi Cangping, but in this way, aren't the two factions of Wudang Wuyue just a trip for nothing.

So even if they were unwilling, they still followed the rules set by Elder Qi, and the winner was determined in the ring, although the competition was between Wudang and Wuyue, but at this moment, what they hated the most was the beggar gang who came up with ideas.

"Wudang, Feng Ziye, please advise." Feng Ziye didn't plan to go down when he came to the stage, he stood proudly with his sword, and he didn't care about the people of Wuyue at all.

"Since Daoist Qinghua insists on this, let me come down and learn the Wudang swordsmanship."

Tianfeng is not to be outdone, the twilight rain sword is unsheathed, accompanied by a cold and cold light, being forced to retreat by Wudang Shangyangzi's sword is a hurdle that he will never be able to pass, but it is a pity that his martial arts are not good, so he can only find the field from this Wudang Seven Sons first.

Seeing their awe-inspiring fighting spirit, Elder Qi immediately retreated to the rear and gave up the ring to them completely.

In fact, no matter whether Wuyue and Wudang can fight or not, Elder Qi doesn't care, after all, the gang leader has already decided, even if they really divide the high and low, Chi Cangping will not be able to hand it over, this person is a beggar gang is killed.

The reason why the two sides fought was purely to deal with the scene, and there was also the fact that their Lu Gang Leader also seemed to like this kind of drama, so Elder Qi naturally wanted to plan a thing or two according to his preferences.

Under the ring, everyone held their breath, for the second-rate forces of the rivers and lakes, the battle between the seven sons of Wudang and the head of Hengshan at this level was a rare scene, and they were not willing to miss every move.

"The head of Tianfeng is offended."

In the ring, Feng Ziye took the lead, he stepped on the thunder, the sword in his hand was unsheathed, and a sword pointed directly at the Tianfeng Facing Gate.

A little at the foot of the heavenly wind, his body rose into the air like a floating cloud, and then he flipped over, and the twilight rain sword in his hand hung upside down and stabbed downward, and a type of secluded forest covered the sun in response, and the chaotic sword qi fell like a winter shower.

Feng Ziye froze his body, the sword in his hand danced like a flower, blocking the flying sword Gang one by one, and then he suddenly changed the sword to his left hand, flipped his wrist behind his back, and the vacated right palm was like turning Tai Chi in front of his chest.

The palm held up to the sky broke through the sword rain, Tianfeng pointed a sword on the gangqi, and his body fell backwards like a tent with his strength, his eyes were fixed, and the true qi condensed on the twilight rain sword again, and a sword swept and set off thousands of waves, which was a phantom blade hanging edge.

The confused sword gang turned into a phantom array, hiding the figure of Tianfeng, and Feng Ziye stood in the sword array like a strong pine, his eyes coldly swept over the sword qi that was ready to attack.

A soft roar sounded, and the heavenly wind slashed out from Feng Ziye's back, and the sword light in the phantom array flickered and disappeared, dazzling. …

Feng Ziye sensed the killing intent behind him, but he didn't look back, but held the sword high and raised it high, the blade of the sword fell straight to the ground under his feet, a little condensation appeared at the tip of the sword, and then in an instant, it spread outward for more than three feet, condensed into a spherical shield around him, and there were countless sword gangs that protruded like spikes on it.

Tianfeng's sword landed on the body protection cover, and his sword qi pierced into it like a mud dragon entering the sea, turning into nothingness in an instant, and then a swift counterattack force came down the sword body.

Tianfeng was taken aback, and at the critical juncture, he immediately let go of the abandoned sword, and pushed out a flying light palm with both palms, resisting the backlash of the sword qi.

The terrifying force caused Tianfeng to retreat more than ten steps, and the Twilight Rain Sword also drew an arc in the air, spun down, and plunged into the table several feet behind him.

Tianfeng secretly hated in his heart, looked at Feng Ziye who turned around, and said with great fear: "It is rumored that the Wudang Sect has a body protection magic power and even has it, could it be this?" ”

"Wudang, Taishang Shengang." Feng Ziye is neither humble nor arrogant.

"Good kung fu, good means."

Tianfeng's expression was cloudy: "Everyone in the world is superior in Wudang Qizi swordsmanship, but I never thought that Qinghua Daoist was better at punching and kicking." ”

This is actually a misunderstanding, because the seven sons of Wudang are famous for relying on the seven interception formations of Zhenwu, and the seven interception formations of Zhenwu are sword formations, so the people in the rivers and lakes think that the seven sons of Wudang are all kendo masters, but this is not the case.

For example, this Qinghua Dao Changfeng Ziye, his swordsmanship is actually mediocre, and his martial arts are actually more in his fists and feet, such as palm techniques, and this body protection gangqi.

Tianfeng can be regarded as suffering a loss in intelligence, but he can't be blamed, because Feng Ziye doesn't make many moves, and his reputation in the rivers and lakes depends more on the aura of the seven sons of Wudang, rather than how many chivalrous deeds he has, so few people know that this Qinghua Daoist is actually not good at using swords.

At this time, Tianfeng had already lost, his twilight rain sword was knocked away, half of the martial arts of the Hengshan faction were above the swordsmanship, and he would definitely lose if he continued to fight.

But he was unwilling to go down the field in such a disgrace, but others would not give him face, and even at this time, the first person to jump out and dismantle the stage was their own people.

"Qinghua Dao is good at martial arts, Taishan Hao is here for half his life, please advise!"

Hao Bansheng didn't care about the gloomy face of that day, and jumped into the ring, the sword was already in his hand, the moment he landed on the stage, he raised the sword above his head, and then slashed down with all his might, and the sword light several zhang long was dazzling.

What a trick to cut off the void!

Mount Tai's swordsmanship gravity, a sword fell with a bang, the explosion shook all directions, and people with low martial arts only felt dizzy.

Feng Ziye didn't dare to be careless, and once again resorted to Taishang Shengang, and stubbornly withstood this sword.

"What a tortoise shell."

Feeling the power of the shock coming from the sword, Hao Bansheng glanced at the midnight in surprise, and the hedgehog-like gang qi shield seemed to have no flaws at all, making people unable to start.

But Hao Bansheng didn't believe in evil, he stepped five or six steps in a row, soared into the air, and a sword volley cracked down without any fancy flashes, the sword light collided with the gangqi, and there was a sound of gold and stone colliding, and the soreness on his arm shook his teeth.

"I don't believe it."

Hao Bansheng slashed out seventeen or eighteen swords in a row, Taishan swordsmanship is a two-handed sword, the momentum is heavy, each sword falls on the Gangqi shield, everyone feels that the collision sound is like a drum ringing in their ears.

When the water is full, it overflows, the moon is full and it is lost, there is no perfect thing in the world, all martial arts must have flaws, Hao Bansheng persevered and cut down with a sword, Feng Ziye planned to wait for work, and never fought back.

This seems to be about to turn into a protracted battle of attrition, but perhaps it was the battle between Hao Bansheng and Feng Ziye that attracted too much attention, so much so that everyone forgot that Tianfeng was still on the stage at this time.

Seeing Hao Bansheng circling around the turtle shell of Feng Ziye, Tianfeng's gaze became deeper and deeper, and he glanced vaguely at Lu Hanjiang in the audience, who showed him a meaningful smile.

Tianfeng squinted, his hand slowly grasped the Twilight Rain Sword inserted into the platform, and when everyone didn't react, he suddenly pulled out the sword and turned around and quickly killed.

"Fifth Senior Brother be careful!"