Both of them were already standing in the ring, and the referee was also a martial arts master, he looked left and right at the two players and nodded, and then stepped back. Bai Lang and Ma Cangfeng were about three meters apart, Bai Lang stared at the person in front of him, estimating this person's martial arts combat power - but it was nothing, Bai Lang didn't think there would be any threat. "The game begins!" With the referee's order, a little chill has arrived in front of him.

"The speed of this sword is so fast!" Bai Lang was startled, and raised his hand to slap it. The speed of this beat was also extremely fast, as if a cat was slapping with its paws, but Ma Cangfeng retracted his sword faster, leaving only an afterimage of lightning in the air, and the Wudang swordsman had already collected his sword and stabbed out again in a different direction. "Isn't Wudang swordsmanship supposed to be as weak as water and pervasive? Or the connection between yin and yang is endless, what's going on with this sharp swordsmanship?"

Bai Lang twitched his cheeks, and grabbed out with his palms and claws, relying on his thirteen Taibao martial arts, he wanted to grab this person's sword first. The Wudang faction didn't know when it actually had such light skills—but Bai Lang didn't seem to have seen Wudang's martial arts in any life...... Who said that the Wudang faction only has the elevator magic skill of Tiyun Zong?

In fact, Wudang's soft skills can be more like the wind and water, flowing along the trend, forming such light skills as now. Bai Lang grabbed it a few times, but he couldn't catch the sword, "Every move doesn't need to be old at all, and the turn Ruyi has the charm of Wudang's yin and yang rotation." Bai Lang thought. At this time, the two martial artists had already passed more than ten moves, and they had not yet made contact with each other, and Bai Lang's true qi was not separated from his body, so he could only perceive the next possible change of the other party with his sixth sense.

"In terms of tricks, the head of Huashan back then was already inferior. But in terms of sword intent and sword qi, this one is completely incomparable!" Bai Lang also sighed at the changes of the times, and those subtle and small evolutions in swordsmanship were indeed better than before.

The crowd of spectators is a tsunami – the world of fighting in the ring is never as quiet as listening to classical music, but the louder the better. The so-called martial arts battle is not like a theater for the audience. The beauty of human strength and fighting has been the same since ancient times. People with real insights are all in the Water Pavilion, and their comments on watching the battle have some truth, such as judging the current situation of the two sides.

"Now it seems that this one called Bai Lang has the upper hand. A middle-aged man with a strong spirit said this, and others also nodded, "The strength is strong, and the kid from the Wudang faction can't attack it at all...... This person is practicing horizontal kung fu. At this time, a woman's giggling laughter came out, this is a pretty big sister, "Bai Lang...... Hahaha Bai Lang, with the same name as that big understanding Shaobao, could it be that the cultivation is also the same Thirteen Taibao horizontal practice golden bell jar? Hahahahaha. ”

At this time, Bai Lang had already sneered and decided not to delay any longer and simply attacked. His body sank slightly, as if he had shrunk into a ball, and the next moment his body was long, bringing a bloody wind. There was even a faint sound of a tiger roaring in the wind. The faces of the warriors watching the battle changed, "Pictogram Fist! Tiger Shape is already in the hall, right?", "More than that!"

The onlookers on the other three sides below leaned back, and the spectators in the first rows simply rolled backwards - if it weren't for the police to maintain order and the intervals that had been arranged in advance, I am afraid that there would have been a stampede incident a long time ago. When Bai Lang pounced forward, the wind that rolled up directly suppressed Ma Cangfeng, and the light skills of his Wudang faction could not borrow the wind, and the opponent in front of him seemed to turn into a fierce tiger, and a huge tiger filled the entire field of vision and pounced.

Ma Cangfeng also changed his sword style and began to draw circles. As soon as the sword light condensed, there was a sneer on the sword, and suddenly a round wave rippled out like a West Lake in the rain, completely enveloping itself in it. This is Ma Cangfeng's Wudang swordsmanship.

Bai Lang carried a fishy wind, and his claws ignored this sword lake-like sword style, stretching and tearing.

Ma Cangfeng's sword style suddenly scattered, the original circle sword style broke all of a sudden, and the sword in his hand had been grabbed by Bai Lang. The sharp blade couldn't cut Bai Lang's palm at all, but the sword was firmly held by Bai Lang's fingers. Ma Cangfeng looked at Bai Lang's face, and a smug smile appeared on the bearded face, "Horizontal Kung Fu?!" Ma Cangfeng only had time to say this sentence, and the next moment a strong bang came, and he couldn't hold the sword in his hand at all......

The palm of his hand hurt, it should be that the hilt of the sword directly worn out his palm under the force, and between his chest and abdomen it was like being hit by a sledgehammer, and a strong force threw him high and smashed directly into the water outside the ring. "It's okay, it's not tough, he's going to get a little bruised at best, and it's mostly about throwing him out of the ring. Bai Lang said a word to appease the referees and the others. The sword he held in his left hand was finally thrown to the ground by Bai Lang, and he looked at Ma Cangfeng who had his head sticking out of the water of the West Lake and laughed hesitantly.

One move, Bai Lang just made one move after he really launched an attack, and Ma Cangfeng lost. The sword was snatched away and the person was blown away, Bai Lang felt that this fully reflected Ma Cangfeng's inability to fight, "It's obvious that he is inexperienced, he didn't react after the sword was held by me, if he really had enough experience, he should immediately abandon the sword and use his fist to protect himself or counterattack, instead of being stunned." ”

Regarding this point, the audience in the Water Pavilion also thinks so, especially the elders of Ma Cangfeng's division, it is estimated that this person will be trained by the elders when he goes back. The beautiful woman who spoke in front of her was also a little dazed, covered her mouth and said: "Is it really a horizontal practice of martial arts, isn't it? Is it the Thirteenth Taibao Horizontal Practicing Golden Bell Jar?" she was quite excited, and all the masters present shook their heads and nodded, "Not necessarily, after all, the real Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Practicing Golden Bell Jar has been lost, but this is definitely a rare horizontal practice of kung fu in the world." ”

can block the benefits of the sword, this is indeed a first-class high-end product in horizontal kung fu - there are indeed a lot of people who practice horizontal kung fu in this world now, and I am afraid that there are not many people who can hold the sword hard and be unscathed. There are many people in the army who practice kung fu with the police department, and there should be such masters among them.

The referee is already announcing that Bai Lang has won, and at this stage it is the knockout round, a single elimination. So Ma Cangfeng is out of play this year..... Frustrated, he swam to the ring and picked up his sword. The Hanfu on his body was soaked with water, and his hair was scattered, which made him look really embarrassed.