In the ring, Songhe Zhenren and Yue Yuandao showed their skills, alternating offense and defense.

The two fought fiercely more than 100 times, and they were all victorious.

It can be seen that the strength of both sides is in the middle of the best.

The audience was thrilled and applauded, and the scene was like thunder.

Even Lin Feng, Xu Wen and the others were stunned.

Although he knew that the senior brother was very strong, he never expected him to be so strong.

One move, one style, raise your hands and feet, and show the style of a grandmaster.

Yue Yuandao can fight with the senior brother back and forth, and his strength is also transcendent.

These two people fight each other, which can be called a strong dialogue, and it is wonderful!

Huhuhuhu-

Suddenly, the wind in the martial arts arena was noisy, and a tornado was born on the flat ground, enveloping the entire ring.

Woohoo!

The wind is like a knife, constantly cutting through the real people of Songhe.

Whoa, whoa!

In the blink of an eye, cracks appeared in the Dao robe on his body, and even the long hair under his chin was cut off several times, and the white beard fell to the ground.

Songhe Zhenren smiled: "Brother Dao's Fengli knife can be described as extremely proficient, and the foolish brother admires it in every way." ”

After that, he waved it with one hand, and there were words in his mouth: "Everything and everything, only listen to my orders, and be as urgent as the law!" ”

Suddenly shook the sleeves of his robe and shouted, "Collect!" ”

The cuffs were wide open, and a strong force of absorption erupted.

Although the tornado is strong, it cannot resist this suction, and after a little resistance, it is defeated, and it is sucked into the cuffs.

This scene happened extremely suddenly, and by the time everyone reacted, the battle was over.

"Oh my God, what just happened?"

"Matsutsuru put a tornado in his sleeve?"

"Mom, did he bring a vacuum cleaner?"

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, this is a supernatural power?"

"What supernatural powers?"

"Nonsense, where do I know!"

The players in the waiting area were also shocked.

No wonder Songhe Zhenren was able to open the door and establish a sect and become a generation of grandmasters.

It is no wonder that Zhengyiguan set him up as a model and an example, and called on all his disciples to learn from him.

Matsutsuru is really outstanding!

It's too strong!

In the ring, Yue Yuan said slightly: "Yes, yes, it seems that you have been working hard all these years and have not slackened." ”

Songhe Zhenren said with a smile: "Cultivating truth is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, how dare we slack off?" ”

Daoist Yue Yuan nodded: "This time, Luo Tian Dajiao gathers talents from all over the world, and over time, those young handsome people will definitely be able to make great achievements, far surpassing you and me." ”

Songhe is truly humane: "Yes, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and one generation is stronger than the next." ”

Yue Yuandao Changfu smiled: "Since this is the case, then our two seniors will have to be even more energetic, so that these juniors can take a good look at what is the demeanor of a cultivator!" ”

With that, he swung his dust and stabbed straight out.

Those moves just now were just warm-ups, and now they are in full swing.

Songhe Zhenren didn't dare to slack off, holding the dust in his hand, and came out to meet the attack.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

The two whisks struck each other in the air, making a thunderous sound, and sparks flickered in between.

Shout!

Yue Yuandao shook his wrist, and the dust suddenly became longer, and he circled and rolled towards the opposite side.

Songhe Zhenren did not panic, and also shook the dust.

Swish!

The two whisks met in mid-air, and then became entangled in each other, inseparable.

"Drink!"

"Humph!"

The two of them made their own efforts.

The ferocious force traveled along the palm of the hand to the wooden handle, and then down the wooden handle to the dusty whiskers.

Buzz Buzz –

The two whisks of dust made a clanging sound, and it seemed that a great change was brewing.

Click!

The wooden handle was cracked.

Bang! Bang!

There were two muffled sounds, and the two whisks of dust were all shattered, and the dust whiskers were blown up one after another, scattered everywhere.

Sou!

Yue Yuandao did not delay, and bullied himself while the dust exploded.

Whew!

Dancing with both arms, he slapped more than a dozen palms one after another.

The moves were so fierce and sharp that many people couldn't see his moves clearly at all, and only saw the afterimage of the Dao.

Songhe Zhenren didn't dare to hold it up, and also met it with both palms.

Sonorous and sonorous –

The two alternated offense and defense, and burst out with bursts of aftermath, which shocked the audience's ears and dazzled, and they unconsciously retreated.

At such a distance, it is hard to imagine how strong the two in the ring will be.

Yue Yuandao's long moves were sharp, like a storm, and every blow carried a whistling wind, which made people shudder.

Songhe real people are not impatient or impatient, like spring breeze and rain, attacking is devastating, and the code is impermeable.

Gradually, the battle between the two entered the white heat.

You come and go, fierce competition.

At this point in the battle, both sides consumed a huge amount of physical strength and energy.

The slightest mistake or carelessness can make or break the difference.

So both of them gritted their teeth, and neither dared to relax at all.

Songhe Zhenren and Yue Yuandao are both enemies and friends, and they both want to prove their strength in front of the world's heroes on Luo Tiandajiao.

It is a matter of personal honor and disgrace and the reputation of the sect, and it must not be taken lightly.

Anything else can be done, but this one must not be allowed!

Woohoo!

Whew!

The two worked hard, shook their spirits, and started a fierce battle again.

Both sides are well aware that this will be the final round of the contest and the winner will be revealed soon.

"Old Five, do you still think that Senior Brother will definitely win?" Offstage, Wu Binghan asked in a low voice.

Lin Feng nodded: "Of course, if you don't believe it, we'll see." ”

Wu Binghan said: "There has to be a reason, right?" ”

Lin Feng smiled and said: "Third Senior Sister, don't you see that Daoist Yue Yuan is very anxious, whether he is attacking or defending, he is impatient, he wants to defeat Senior Brother too much, and he wants to prove his strength too much." ”

Wu Binghan said: "If anyone is in the ring, who doesn't want to win?" ”

Lin Feng shook his head: "It's one thing to want to win, it's another thing to be able to win, and if you want to be fast, you can't reach it, on the other hand, senior brother, he is not impatient from beginning to end, only people with a good mentality can win steadily." ”

Wu Binghan didn't believe it: "I don't think so, Senior Brother is a little exhausted, and his moves are getting slower and slower, and if he continues like this, I'm just afraid that ......"

Lin Feng said: "Senior brother is exhausted, and the other party is not much better, now it depends on who can take the last breath." ”

In the martial arts arena, everyone looked at the ring, waiting for the final result.

As Li & Fung said, Songhe Zhenren and Yue Yuandao were exhausted, their bodies were empty, and their spirits were sluggish, and they all relied on their last breath to support them.

Once you slacken, you will definitely lose.

Yue Yuandao took a deep breath, and his eyes burst into brilliance again, and a majestic momentum suddenly appeared.

Charge the final blow.

It's a matter of success or failure!

Songhe Zhenren is also concentrating and knows that it is time to win and lose.

Who is strong and who is weak, who wins and who loses, you can get the answer right away.

This two-decade winless battle will finally come to an end.

Sou!

Yue Yuandao galloped out and threw a punch in the face.

The wind howled, and the air was torn apart.

Swish!

Songhe Zhenren poured all his strength into his left hand and slashed out of his palm.

The force is fierce and the momentum is monstrous.