Although the martial arts conference opened for a long time, in the eyes of many people, Murong Bai flew up to the sword platform, and the show really began.

Among the crowd watching the battle, some people supported Wu Shuang, and some supported Murong Bai.

For a while, everyone held their breath and stared at the two people standing in front of them on the sword platform.

"You are Murong Bai, who is known as 'Snow Clothes and Silver Jiao' by the people of the rivers and lakes?"

Wu Shuang looked Murong Bai up and down with interest, and said with a smile: "The reputation is very loud, but I don't know that 'under the fame, it is actually difficult to deputy', how much ability can I really show my hands?"

In the face of Wu Shuang's provocation, Murong Bai was not annoyed, his eyes were still like water, he looked at him quietly, and replied lightly: "Whether you have real skills or not, Your Excellency will know if you try it." Actually, I'm also curious, is the master who can rank first on the Dragon Elephant List in vain?"

Hearing this, the corners of Wu Shuang's mouth rose slightly, and he showed a handsome and peerless smile towards Murong Bai, and said meaningfully: "Why don't I let you make three moves first, if you really have the ability, three moves are enough to kill me." ”

Murong Bai frowned slightly, the tip of the spear tilted towards Wu Shuang, and said unhappily: "Could it be that you are not playing me?" ”

"Not everyone can make me show my blade, do you want to be my opponent, but you have to see if you are qualified?"

"Presumptuous!"

Seemingly completely enraged by Wu Shuang's repeated contempt, Murong Bai's eyes suddenly froze, and his right foot kicked at the tail of the gun, and the silver spear rose into the sky, turning into a silver dragon in mid-air, stabbing at Wu Shuang's face with lightning speed.

"It's good to come!"

Wu Shuang exclaimed, but his body did not dodge, but closed his eyes slightly, and let the roaring energy blow his black hair messy.

"Ahh

In the blink of an eye, the extremely sharp tip of the spear was less than a foot away from Wu Shuang's eyebrows. This situation made the hearts of the people watching the battle around tremble, and they all secretly pinched a handful of cold sweat for Wu Shuang, and even more timid people couldn't help but close their eyes and let out an exclamation in their mouths.

"Faster!"

With Wu Shuang's provocative urging, Murong Bai, who flew after him, no longer showed the slightest mercy, he snorted lightly in his mouth, grabbed the tail of the gun with his right hand, stepped on the bluestone, and then slammed the bluestone, and then three points faster, and stabbed Wu Shuang's eyebrows with the spear, which was about to pierce his head with one shot.

"Fast, but not fast enough!"

With a sigh, Wu Shuang's closed eyes suddenly opened. At this time, the tip of the extremely powerful spear almost occupied his eyes, and the proximity of the distance could be seen.

At this moment, even first-class masters such as Luo Tianjin and Jin Fuyu were deeply touched by the scene in front of them, and couldn't help but sit up straight, looking at the situation on the stage with expectant eyes, and at the same time secretly speculating about Wu Shuang's next move in their hearts.

"Whoosh!"

"Whew!"

A sound of breaking the air was fleeting in Wu Shuang's ears, and the sharp tip of the spear almost pressed against his temple, cutting off a strand of hair. I don't know when, Wu Shuang's body actually moved a few inches to the left, strangely avoiding Murong Bai's silver spear.

This scene is extremely dangerous in the eyes of ordinary people, and even through that strand of hair, many people think that it is Wu Shuangkan who can avoid Murong Bai's killing move.

In fact, in the eyes of the masters, as well as in Murong Bai's heart, they all knew very well that Wu Shuang's dodge was not dangerous, but confident.

A strand of hair, between inches. In front of a true master, even a broken strand of hair is not unexpected.

In other words, as early as the moment Murong Bai made a move, Wu Shuang had already calculated when he would dodge, avoid a few inches, and give up a few strands of hair.

"If you had been quicker, you might have been able to force me to pull my sword out of its sheath. ”

"Really?"

Before the words fell, Murong Bai held the gun in one hand and threw it at Wu Shuang, who was close at hand.

One move to "sweep thousands of armies" and take Wu Shuang's head.

"Whew!"

Murong Bai changed his moves quickly, Wu Shuang reacted faster, his neck was crooked, and the silver spear that came suddenly like a long whip flashed against his neck, cheeks, and ears, but it still failed to hurt Wu Shuang in the slightest.

"If you don't show some real skills, how can you test my depth?"

Wu Shuang seemed to see Murong Bai's intentions, and took the initiative to remind: "Your Excellency Su Wen's 'Eight Desolations and Six Spears' is extremely exquisite and powerful, why don't you use a few tricks to let me gain a long insight?"

"I am young, and I don't know how thick the sky is. If you die by my spear today, and come before the king of Hades, accuse me of bullying the small!"

"Confidence is commendable, but ...... The strength is not enough. ”

"Look at the move!"

With a broken drink, Murong Bai flew up, and the silver spear turned into silver snake lightning in his hand, advancing and retreating, rising and falling, covering the sky and the sun, and continuously launched round after round of powerful onslaught towards Wu Shuang.

At this moment, Murong Bai gradually showed his true strength, flying snow pattern dragon robe, silver current star spear, chic and elegant movements, exquisite and treacherous marksmanship, dazzling and dizzying to those who looked directly.

Everyone secretly praised in their hearts: "'Snow Clothes Silver Jiao' really lives up to its name." ”

"Khooth!"

Thirty rounds away, Wu Shuang, who was flickering and moving, finally couldn't resist the fierce attack of the Eight Desolations Liuhe Gun, and his right hand turned back, only to see a flash of cold light, and a scimitar appeared in his hand, without a moment of hesitation, he directly met the silver spear that came to his face, and made an earth-shattering loud noise.

"Wu Shuang is out of the knife!"

On the sidelines, I don't know who shouted, and suddenly a stone stirred up a thousand waves, making the top of Huashan Mountain, which was as quiet as death, burst into jubilation.

"Good skills!" Xie Xuan said with emotion, "Wu Shuang can support Murong Bai with his bare hands for so long under Murong Bai's Eight Desolation Liuhe Gun, with this section alone, not many people in the rivers and lakes can easily do it." ”

"Mansion Master, do you think Wu Shuang's martial arts are better than the Seventh Master?" Liu Xunyi asked in a low voice.

Luo Tianjin watched the changes in the battle situation closely, and asked rhetorically without looking back: "Wu Shuang can not fall behind under the joint siege of you and Qin Ku, can Murong Bai do it?"

"This ......"

"Although Murong Bai's 'Eight Desolations and Six Spears' are very powerful, he has done his best at this time, but he is afraid that he will not be able to maintain it for too long. On the other hand, Wu Shuang has not yet sacrificed his double swords, which shows that he still has reservations. Qin Ku shook his head helplessly and said, "It's not that I underestimate the 'snow-clothed silver jiao', but I'm afraid of today's competition, he ...... The odds are not good. ”

......

Up to this moment, Murong Bai had revealed flaws at least three times. ”

On the other side of the sword platform, Jin Fuyu watched the battle situation intently, and said faintly: "Wu Shuang has never shown the slightest flaw. ”

Leng Yiyi was surprised: "Since Murong Bai has three flaws, why didn't Wu Shuang take the opportunity to defeat him?"

"The first two times, Wu Shuang has not yet drawn his sword, only defending but not attacking. The last time Wu Shuang drew the knife, when the scimitar was unsheathed, Murong Bai had already changed his moves. "Jin Fuyu said," Wu Shuang kept saying that Murong Bai was testing his depth, but in fact, he had been groping for Murong Bai's way. ”

"The result?"

"As I expected, within a hundred hes, Murong Bai will definitely show a fourth flaw. Jin Fuyu smiled, "At the same time, it is also the time when the victory or defeat is revealed." ”

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"Murong Shi's marksmanship has become more and more sophisticated than three years ago. Abbot Xuanming said regretfully, "With his martial arts today, he should have shined at the martial arts conference." Unexpectedly, the first opponent actually ran into Wu Shizhu. ”

Wu Chan puzzled: "Abbot, the disciple sees that Murong Shizhu's marksmanship is natural, like fire and pure affection, I don't know where he is worse than Wu Shizhu?"

"Compared with Master Wu, Murong Shizhu is too impatient in his moves, and some moves are blindly fast, thus ignoring the accuracy and strength, although in the general competition, most of the moves that flash by are insignificant, or even unnoticed. But when a master makes a move, these fleeting shortcomings are the key to life and death, and this is the difference between moves. Xuan Ming explained, "In addition, there is also a big gap between the internal strength of the two. ”

"Internal forces?"

"That's good!" Xuan Ming nodded, "Senior Brother Xuanhai once inadvertently mentioned that among the young generation of masters in the rivers and lakes today, in terms of internal strength cultivation, there are many 'strong' ones, but only a handful of 'deep' ones. Among them, you and Wu Shizhu are both a leader. ”

Hearing this, Wu Chan couldn't help but be stunned, and said in astonishment: "What does the abbot mean is that Master Wu's internal strength cultivation is not under the disciple?"

"Exactly. ”

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In a trance, Wu Shuang and Murong Bai had been fighting on the sword platform for more than 80 rounds.

During this period, Murong Bai continued to attack, almost suppressing Wu Shuang.

On the other hand, Wu Shuang did not seem to be in a hurry to end this competition, under the terrifying threat of the Eight Desolations and Liuhe Guns, the attack and defense were orderly, the advance and retreat were calm, and the fight was not impatient, and even with ease.

"Poof!"

In the ninetieth round, Murong Bai made a false move, and his flying body flashed Wu Shuang's blade. In mid-air, he used a beautiful return pistol to hit the back of Wu Shuang's neck.

Unexpectedly, Wu Shuang had already prepared, his body instantly leaned back, and the scimitar blocked the way of the silver spear, letting out a sharp golden roar. Immediately after, he tapped his feet on the ground, and his body flew upside down like an arrow from a string, heading straight for Murong Bai.

At the same time, the scimitar rubbed against the silver spear, and with a sharp and piercing sound, dazzling sparks burst out between the knives and spears, causing an exclamation from the surrounding area.

Between the lightning and flint, Wu Shuang's sharp and swift scimitar had reached the end of the gun, and Murong Bai's hands retreated and retreated on the barrel of the gun, and there seemed to be no way back at this moment.

In desperation, in order to keep his hands from being cut off, Murong Bai could only abandon the silver spear, and at the same time stepped on the air with both feet, and his body retreated sharply, wanting to avoid Wu Shuang's pursuit.

Wu Shuang didn't give Murong Bai the slightest chance to breathe, and swung his knife to fly the silver spear high, and at the same time, his body suddenly stagnated in mid-air, turning into a fierce ghost, and killing Murong Bai's head in a blink of an eye.

The cold scimitar refracted the ghostly light in the sunlight, and Wu Shuang descended from the top of the mountain, taking the lead.

At this moment, Murong Bai was trapped in mid-air and had no room to fight back or dodge, and after struggling to no avail, he could only stare at him, looking stubborn and unyielding, waiting for Wu's hands to rise and fall, resulting in his own life.

However, Wu Shuang did not hurt the killer, but put away the knife, and at the same time leaned over, kicked out two kicks in succession, and kicked Murong Bai's chest heavily, causing his body to be thrown far away from the sword platform like a kite with a broken string, and smashed into the crowd.

"Whoosh!"

After repelling Murong Bai, Wu Shuang flashed on the sword platform like a dragonfly, instantly swept to the silver spear, raised his foot and kicked, and the silver spear that had lost its owner was like a crumbling lone star, lonely across the air, and the sound of "clang" was deeply inserted in the rubble.

Suddenly, the hustle and bustle around died down, and the audience was as silent as death.

Murong Bai struggled to get up, regardless of his injuries and the dissuasion of his disciples, he wanted to draw his gun and fight again, but was stopped by Luo Tianjin.

"Shame on defeat. But defeating and not admitting it is shameful. ”

After saying that, Luo Tianjin suddenly got up in a complicated gaze and bowed to Wu Shuang, who was standing with a knife on the sword platform.

"Wu Shaoxia deserves to be the top of the dragon elephant list, and he can easily defeat the 'snow-clothed silver jiao' Murong Bai, Luo admires!"

Seeing this, Xu Qingnian, who was sitting in the distance, slowly got up and announced loudly to the people who were looking at each other: "Wu Shaoxia, you have won the first battle!"

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