The two stood facing each other, neither holding a weapon in their hands, this is to compete with their fists and feet first, which is also the regular way of martial arts competitions in the rivers and lakes. If there is no obvious objection on both sides, it is generally compared according to the fists and feet first, and then the weapons. As for hidden weapons and light skills, as long as no one has special requirements, there is no need to compare.

This kind of Jianghu rule was even borrowed by the imperial court, resulting in this order during the martial arts scientific examination, but a mounted shooting was added at the end.

Zhang Wuxin's eyes did not leave Yu Dayou for a moment, like a wolf staring at its prey. Yu Dayou looked dumbfounded, like a stupid roe deer who didn't realize the danger. is stunned, and that's what he is talking about.

The crowd of onlookers waited a little impatiently and couldn't help but boo. Unexpectedly, as soon as the boos sounded, it was like beating a gong and drum, and Zhang Wuxin swooped out.

Many people's boos choked in their throats, and they were replaced by exclamations halfway through. Because Zhang Wuxin is too fast, his whole person is like being thrown out by someone, and it is not like the speed generated by the force under his feet at all. The distance between the two of them was ten paces away, and it disappeared in an instant.

Then everyone saw a flower in front of them, and only saw countless fist shadows flying in the air, almost covering Yu Dayou completely. Because Xiao Feng is located in the center of the main hall, the closest to the competition site, and the first row of seats at the VIP level, the feeling is also the most direct and strong. The fist wind can blow his hair and clothes from a distance of several meters, bringing a strong feeling of suffocation.

If it was me on the field, I would probably have fallen down now, Xiao Feng thought objectively.

It's not that Zhang Wuxin really has the strength and speed beyond human common sense like in martial arts novels, but at least he is close to the limit of human beings. Xiao Feng compared it in his heart, this kind of punching speed and stepping speed even exceeded the speed of most boxing champions in later generations.

Yu Dayou didn't move, only waving his fists, and the fists of the two collided in the air countless times, making a dense impact sound like raindrops. The sound effect of the main hall is very good, if you play outside, there will definitely not be such a loud sound, but the audience will never watch it so enjoyable. They all opened their mouths wide and couldn't make a sound, and even Jiajing was a little fascinated by the color barrier that was lifted.

The fist shadow in the air suddenly changed, turning into a palm shadow, and the speed was even faster. Xiao Feng understands that in terms of speed, palm is always faster than punching. The palm is like a sword, the fist is like a hammer, and although the sword power is not as good as that of a hammer, the speed and change are much faster.

Moreover, the area of the palm is larger than that of a fist, which covers more vision in the air, and the visual impact is much more shocking than that of a fist. People can still see the faces of the two in the previous fist shadows, but now the entire upper body is covered, and people can only see the palm shadows flying, and the strong wind brought up is much stronger than the fist wind.

VIP audience Xiao Feng's clothes flew all over his body, his face was as usual, looking at the fairy wind and bones, chic and dignified. Everyone couldn't help but marvel, worthy of being a real person, and really extraordinary!

After turning his fist into a palm, Yu Dayou's feet also moved. The palm is light and agile, and the fist is heavy, he can stand still and deal with Zhang Wuxin's fist, but he can't stand still to deal with Zhang Wuxin's palm. The muffled sound of fists colliding turned into a crisp sound of palms hitting each other, like a series of firecrackers. I don't know, I thought these two were applauding their kung fu.

Zhang Wuxin is dressed in white, but Yu Dayou is dressed in black, the two of them are high and low, hovering and turning like the yin and yang fish of Tai Chi, the scene is extremely beautiful and shocking! Everyone on the field was dazzled and exclaimed.

Jiajing's eyes widened rarely, looking at the two people in the field, and nodding constantly: "This is the mystery of Daomen martial arts!" How can an ordinary warrior comprehend it? ”

Before the words fell, a leg shadow appeared in the palm shadow, and the speed of the two of them turned in a circle faster! The figure also began to rise and fall in the air from the ground, one after another, the legs kicked in a row, the loud noise was repeated, and the palms did not stop at all, just like the two-dimensional plane of the Taiji diagram, which became a three-dimensional figure that rose and fell.

People are shocked by this violent aesthetics, and those who have a little ink in their stomachs are searching for suitable words in their hearts to express their emotions. However, most of the onlookers do not have a high level of education, so they can only hold the grass in their hearts.

Such a high-speed mutual assault was extremely physically demanding, and after a while, Zhang Wuxin let out a long roar, jumped backwards, and withdrew seven steps away. Yu Dayou didn't pursue, he stood in place, his palms were closed, his chest was undulating, his face was sweaty, but his face was still calm.

Zhang Wuxin's face was beaded with sweat, but his expression was extremely ecstatic, like a pervert seeing a beautiful woman. Without saying a word, he walked to the sword stand next to him, took out two wooden swords, and threw one to Yu Dayou.

Daolu Si had already known that the martial arts sect was to convince people with virtue, and he had made sufficient preparations in advance, and there were ten peachwood swords on the sword stand, and the size and weight were not bad at all. This is the Temple of Heaven theory, not a competition between the rivers and lakes, and it is impossible for everyone to compare with real swords and guns. Moreover, the Taoist weapon is very well prepared, that is, the sword, which is the authentic weapon prescribed by Taoism, and very few Taoist priests will practice weapons other than the sword.

If it is a competition between two monks, it is not easy to prepare, although the monks use a lot of sticks, but the monks are proud of being proficient in all kinds of weapons, and they may be good at something. Therefore, in the matter of martial arts and Taoism, the Daolu Division is much happier than the Sangha Lu Division.

As soon as Yu Dayou caught the wooden sword, Zhang Wuxin had already rolled up. As soon as he came up, he stabbed and slashed, and went straight to Yu Dayou's plate. This is Zhang Wuxin's genius, he tried his fists and feet with Yu Dayou just now, and he fell behind, knowing that in addition to his inferior skills, Yu Dayou's figure also took a big advantage.

The technique of fists and feet is definitely an inch long and an inch strong. Yu Dayou is tall and big, with long arms and legs, and his fists and feet take advantage of it. Even if he uses weapons, if Zhang Wuxin attacks Yu Dayou's upper body according to the conventional way of playing, he will inevitably attack high with a short and be controlled by others.

But he is now short and specializes in Yu Dayou's lower plate, Yu Dayou's advantage has become a disadvantage, and people with height suffer from the protection and dodging of the lower plate. Yu Dayou guarded a few moves, and knew that he couldn't fight like this. He didn't panic, and even smiled at Zhang Wuxin to express his appreciation.

Then, Yu Dayou retreated, and at the moment when Zhang Wuxin hadn't kept up, the wooden sword was picked up, and he swept through the thousands of troops with a fierce move!

This sword swept over, and the brick floor on the main hall, which was originally swept clean, was blown up by a puff of dust! Zhang Wuxin was stepping up, busy blocking with a wooden sword, with a snap, Zhang Wuxin's palms were numb, but he still firmly held the hilt of the sword, but the peachwood sword body couldn't stand it, and it broke with a "snap", and flew straight towards the color barrier!

Huang Jin, who was lifting the curtain of the color barrier, bore the brunt of the attack, and before he could shout, Lu Bing, who was closest to him, had already stepped forward and grabbed half of the wooden sword. The remaining few Jinyi guards immediately surrounded Jiajing in the middle.

Jiajing was indifferent: "It's just a wooden sword, what are you panicking, dodge a little, block me." ”

Zhang Wuxin had already entered the state of martial arts idiot at this time, he didn't even see where the broken sword flew, threw the wooden sword in his hand, turned around and picked up another wooden sword from the sword stand, and stabbed Yu Dayou again.

Yu Dayou laughed loudly, and the sound shook the house, he completely changed from a martial arts master to a general who swept the battlefield at this time, the wooden sword in his hand opened and closed, and the moves were like a big knife. One move to split Huashan, Zhang Wuxin didn't want to parry, dodged, and was about to fight back, the half-split wooden sword suddenly slammed horizontally, and it was another move to sweep thousands of troops!

Zhang Wuxin had no way to avoid it, so he could only block with a sword. With a "snap", the wooden sword broke again, but this time it flew towards Xiao Feng!