On the dojo, Tang Demeng's face was calm, he took the lead in attacking, took a deep breath, took a few steps, and in the blink of an eye, the distance between the two of them was narrowed, and his solid cultivation of the three realms was fully revealed.

At the moment of the great enemy, Li Xuan is still expressionless, clenching his fists, while his feet are slightly apart, standing on the stake, and taking the initiative to give up the lead, his fighting style is similar to his own personality, and he likes to respond to changes with the same.

Tang Demeng deceived himself to a zhang in front of him, exerted his strength under his feet, and suddenly accelerated, and the two were only less than half a zhang apart in an instant, and then Tang Demeng's right foot kicked the ground again, and his body speed was one point faster, and his right fist, which had already been secretly gathered, went straight to Li Xuan's heart.

This scene, in the eyes of many disciples of the Imperial Spirit Sect in the first and second realms on the edge of the dojo, they all gasped and pinched a cold sweat for Li Xuan. Tang Demeng's Three Realms foundation was solid and profound, so in their eyes, his body speed was extremely fast, and even some disciples of the First and Second Realms who were not good at cultivation could only look at some afterimages, and they couldn't see it really.

However, Li Xuan, who is also in the three realms, did not panic at all, at this moment, his body leaned back sharply in an instant, his left hand supported the ground, avoiding this punch, and the tip of his right foot rose again, drawing a black shadow, hitting Tang Demeng's chest like a whip, skillfully turning defense into attack.

"Okay!" Wang Fugui, who was not far away, slapped his palms excitedly and snorted softly. When Li Xuan lost the first move before, he was so frightened that his heart jumped to his throat. Now that I saw this scene, my hanging heart rolled back to my belly and I breathed a sigh of relief. Wang Fugui was more worried about Li Xuan's victory than most of the Imperial Spirit Sect disciples present, and he was naturally happy if he won, and he didn't have to worry too much when it was his turn next. If he loses, it will not be good, then the burden on his shoulders will be much heavier, especially if he is not able to turn the tide with the identity of the head disciple, he will inevitably be questioned.

In the center of the dojo, facing Li Xuan's flying kick from attack to defense, Tang Demeng still looked calm, as if he had expected it. I saw that the posture of his right fist rushing forward remained unchanged, and he suddenly let go of his claws, his five fingers were like hooks, and he pressed his fingertips to grab the right ankle that Li Xuan kicked in.

According to common sense, the arms can't reach the thighs, let alone the five fingers. But Tang Demeng had already prepared for this eagle claw, and he was fully charged, and it was Li Xuan's ankle joint that was attacked, once he succeeded, although his own five fingers would inevitably be injured in pain, Tang Demeng was also confident that he could break Li Xuan's ankle joint in one fell swoop. exchanging minor injuries for serious injuries, Tang Demeng is naturally willing to do it, and it is likely to be a serious injury that will determine the outcome of the game.

Li Xuan's face, which had always been unwavering, finally showed a trace of waves, frowning slightly, and almost at the moment when Tang Demeng turned his fist into a claw, he saw Tang Demeng's abacus. Li Xuan's mind turned sharply, at this time, the tip of his right foot had already kicked out, and he couldn't stop it in a hurry, while his left palm and left leg were still on the ground to maintain his body balance, and only one right arm could move at the moment.

"It can't be helped. Li Xuan sighed lightly in his heart, his right arm sleeve robe shook, and a cold silver light appeared, rushing out, like a snake baring its fangs, and like a meteor catching the moon, piercing Tang Demeng's chest.

"Sword in the sleeve!" Tang Demeng's expression was solemn, he let out a low shout, decisively gave up the attack, and leaned back quickly, but he could avoid the blow. Tang Demeng was the pinnacle of the Three Realms with a decent foundation, although that little bit of cold light came suddenly, he still roughly saw that what flew out of Li Xuan's right arm sleeve robe was a flying sword, with a blade one inch wide and about five inches long.

"Return!" Li Xuan said silently in his heart, and at the same time, the sleeve robe of his right arm shook again, only to see that the small sleeve sword that had been avoided by Tang Demeng actually turned around in the air, flew back upside down, and stabbed straight at Tang Demeng, and the speed was even faster than Fang Cai.

Tang Demeng, who had just narrowly avoided the blow, suddenly noticed the sound of breaking the air behind him, and his back was cold, and he had a bad premonition in his heart. He was not allowed to think too much, and immediately his feet loosened, and one of them leaned over and fell to the ground, like the donkey rolling, and hurriedly rolled out to the side for more than a foot.

A "whoosh" sounded quickly.

The sword in his sleeve that flew back swept past Tang Demeng's ears, and only with the strength of the cold wind, a slender small cut was made on Tang Demeng's cheek.

"It's dangerous. Tang Demeng got up in embarrassment, his robe was covered with dust, but he was secretly happy in his heart. This back and forth of the sword in the sleeve is strange and unpredictable, and it really makes him suffer a loss. However, this sleeve sword is most likely Li Xuan's trick to press the bottom of the box, and he can find out the details at a small price, and this loss is earned in Tang Demeng's eyes. The next time Li Xuan's sword in his sleeve, there will be traces to follow, so he can be prepared in advance.

"That sword in the sleeve can be controlled as you like, it must be a magic weapon. This Li Xuan has broken the rules!" He Qiu frowned, his face was not good, and he said angrily in a cold voice.

As we all know, only by entering the rock realm and mastering the qi can the qi condense into the object, so as to protect the object from the air. Of course, in some immortal cultivation families, there are great cultivator seniors who will give their own qi to magic weapons or higher-grade spiritual treasures, and then give them to their juniors, so that the juniors of the martial arts realm can easily achieve the Heavenly Treasure. However, this is usually done by the Grand Monk of the Skyclave Realm, so the juniors who go out to travel have a magic weapon that can be controlled at will, which is also regarded as a life-saving thing, an invisible deterrent.

Jiang Nianhong, who was on the side, shook his head calmly, and said softly: "That sword in the sleeve is not a magic weapon, if you take a closer look, it was Li Xuan who played a small trick." ”

When He Qiu heard this, he widened his eyes suspiciously, and after taking a look, he finally saw some fame. I saw a slender fine copper chain looming in the air, one end of which was chained to the tail of the small sword in the sleeve, and the other end was submerged in Li Xuan's right arm sleeve robe. Thinking about it, it was through this proficient chain that Li Xuan was able to control the sword in his sleeve freely.

Since the two attacks have been resolved, and there is no better time to make a move, Li Xuan sighed slightly and had no choice but to give up. As soon as he pulled the slender fine copper chain, there was a "bang", and the sword in his sleeve quickly flew back upside down, holding it in the palm of his right hand, and the fine copper chain was also hidden in the sleeve, without showing a trace. This small sword in the sleeve with the fine copper chain is indeed his means of pressing the bottom of the box, which is surprising and unpredictable in its first appearance, but it is not a clever means, once it is investigated, it will be difficult to achieve results in the future. Therefore, the timing of the first move is the most important. It's a pity that Li Xuan lost the upper hand before, and he was forced to use this trick to resolve the passive situation, so he had little effect.

"Do you want to continue fighting?" Tang Demeng asked softly, he dusted off some dust, and looked at Li Xuan with a calm face. In fact, in his eyes, when he broke this sleeve sword, the victory and defeat were already divided. The first time the two fought, from seeing through Li Xuan's legs and turning his fists into claws, it was Tang Demeng who firmly gained the upper hand, which naturally had a lot to do with the foundation cultivation of the two of them in the three realms. Although they were all at the peak of the Three Realms, only a line away from the Four Realms Rock Realm, Tang Demeng was pursuing the Three Realms King Realm, and he had already been polishing at the peak of the Three Realms for nearly three years. Therefore, Li Xuan's strength is only the power of seven stones, while Tang Demeng is the power of nearly nine stones, and he has encountered a competition that Han Shuangcheng also has.

Li Xuan frowned, his face solemn. He also knew in his heart that against Tang Demeng, it was faintly like meeting Han Shuangcheng during the sect trial last year, it seemed that there was not much difference between the two, and some of them competed, but in fact, one tried his best, but the other was at ease.

During the trial of the sect last year, Li Xuan, who was exhausted, calculated the right time, and threw out the sword in his sleeve when Han Shuangcheng was the most defenseless, and the first blow had an effect, scratching Han Shuangcheng's arm. But the second blow was resolved by Han Shuangcheng with a smile, and with two fingers together, he firmly clamped the sword in his sleeve, and he couldn't move no matter how Li Xuan pulled the fine copper chain. And what made Li Xuan most ashamed and angry was that the bottom of the box in his eyes was a unique skill, but he only got Han Shuangcheng's fluttering four-word comment, "Somewhat interesting".

"Fight, of course you have to keep fighting. Li Xuan shouted in a deep voice, his fists crossed his chest. It doesn't matter if you lose, the important thing is not to lose the breath in your heart. Otherwise, in the future, how can he have the face to go to the Panya Sect, and ask Han Shuangcheng again, asking him to retract the fluttering four-character comment in the past.

Tang Demeng tugged at the corners of his mouth, nodded with a smile, and sure enough, he didn't disappoint.

Both of them strode forward, fist for fist. The best respect between opponents is to punch with all their might.

Ten punches later, the two were indistinguishable. After a hundred punches, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Li Xuan's mouth and fell into the disadvantage. After another hundred punches, Tang Demeng snorted lightly, found an opportunity, and smashed a punch straight on Li Xuan's chest, who was already tired of parrying.

Seeing that the opponent broke through his defense with one punch, Li Xuan sighed lightly in his heart, barely holding on to two hundred punches was his limit. Although there are regrets, but they are worthy of their hearts, and their best is enough.

With a "bang", Li Xuan spat blood from his mouth, flew upside down in response, fell out of the way, rolled around the bluestone slab dojo, and then stopped moving, and had already lost consciousness.

Tang Demeng stood in place, breathed a long sigh of relief, and slowly retracted his fists. The moment the last punch hit Li Xuan's chest, he quietly dispersed thirty percent of his strength, and only seventy percent remained, so he couldn't be considered a heavy hand. Li Xuan only fainted, and he only needed to recuperate for two days to return to normal.

Martial artists learn from each other, and they should go all out. However, if it is necessary to win, it is okay to stay and not leave a move.

On the side of the dojo, Song Jiang, who was dressed in a purple robe, touched his goatee and glanced at Tang Demeng more. He didn't care too much about it before, and he never thought that this young man was actually like Han Shuangcheng, aiming at the realm of the Three Realms of Martial Arts. Looking at it this way, Li Xuan's loss is not a nest, and he tried his best.

"Li Qiankun himself doesn't have a few catties and a few taels, but the disciples he taught are okay. Song Jiang shook his head and sighed with a smile. The last punch that Tang Demeng deliberately withdrew just now fell in Song Jiang's eyes, but he had a little more favor.

On the other side of the dojo, Li Qiankun also glanced at Tang Demeng, and chuckled to himself: "Not bad." Honest and honest, my temper follows me. ”

The so-called some people are happy and some are sad. Tang Demeng won Li Xuan, He Qiu and Jiang Nianhong naturally clapped happily, while the disciples of the Imperial Spirit Sect were all embarrassed and silent.

On the dojo, in the eyes of most disciples, Li Xuan was just a bad move, and unfortunately lost. Few people can see that in fact, there is a big gap between Tang Demeng and Li Xuan. And Jiang Nianhong and Mo Shiping both saw the approximation.

"Alas. Wang Fugui sighed and looked sad. Li Xuan lost, he was much more difficult than everyone in the dojo, he just hated that there was no pot of wine at hand at the moment, and he couldn't pour it out.