Yang Feng and Zhang San'er bowed and closed their respective efforts. Both of them belong to the same people who rely on internal strength to defeat the enemy. Yang Feng was because he had the thirty years of Xuanwen's True Qi in his body, and these True Qi were much more practical than ordinary moves. And Zhang San'er has been practicing the Burning Sun Divine Skill since he was a child, and his internal force is scorching, which is different from ordinary people. The Burning Sun Divine Skill is actually a kind of evil skill, but it has disappeared from the rivers and lakes for many years, and if Zhang San'er doesn't make a move, no one will think that there is still a Burning Sun Divine Skill in this world.

Yang Feng was still some distance away from Zhang San'er, and he could feel the heat wave emanating from his body, thinking that this was really a monster.

Zhang San'er could also sense the true qi flowing beyond his age in Yang Feng's body, although it was unbelievable, Zhang San'er was still confident. First, Yang Feng is not very good at using it, and secondly, his Burning Sun Divine Skill is actually not afraid of people with strong internal strength, but people with strange moves. Where was the official mansion that day, the sword moves used by Qian Shaoyou made Zhang San'er lose and retreat again and again, which was the result of the tricks to restrain the Burning Sun Divine Skill.

Therefore, this kung fu has two sides, no matter how powerful it is, it also has weaknesses.

Zhang San'er knew in his heart that if it was about internal strength, Yang Feng would be stronger, which could be known from the match that day.

Therefore, Zhang San'er did not compete with Yang Feng for internal strength, but tried to suppress him from the moves, and then used the Sun Divine Skill to burn Yang Feng's body, so that he could not fight smoothly, so that he was defeated.

Zhang San'er raised his palm three times and twice to approach Yang Feng's door, but was blocked by Yang Feng with all his might.

Yang Feng's actual combat experience is actually more than a big difference compared to Zhang San'er, Zhang San'er gave up his advantages to compare with Yang Feng, which made Yang Feng very stressed and had a headache.

Between the two of them, every time Zhang San'er's palm was close to him, it was all red, with scorching heat. Yang Feng knew that this Zhang San'er was not a good stubble, and if he was hit by a palm, he was afraid that he would get internal injuries. Thinking of this, Yang Feng made a more decisive move, but it was just for defense.

After more than 20 moves, Yang Feng had already taken a few steps back, and Zhang San'er had taken a few steps forward.

Seeing that he was about to get close to the Xuankong, Yang Feng gritted his teeth, skimmed Zhang San'er's left palm, jumped up and counterattacked with his legs, and was about to smash Zhang San'er's right cheek. said that it was too late, and Zhang San'er's right palm instantly changed direction and hit Yang Feng's legs hard. Yang Feng supported the ground with his left palm and then stepped back, and when his feet landed, in order to unload the force, a stone slab was cracked under his feet.

Zhang San'er didn't believe that Yang Feng would be able to achieve the true inheritance of the Nine Xuanmen Mystic Methods this year, and he was not as afraid that Yang Feng would have other strange tricks like the previous ones, so he didn't wait for him to rest, so he waved his palm and rushed up again.

In order to protect himself, Yang Feng had no choice but to meet him again, because if he retreated, he would be on the main stage. So Yang Feng chose light work and jumped high in order to retreat to Zhang San'er's rear.

Zhang San'er's eyes were cunning, and he struck Yang Feng's legs with two palms, and Yang Feng took advantage of the situation to retreat behind him, but when he landed, he found that his feet were cold.

Yang Feng pretended to be calm, and grunted in his heart: It's too bad to be tricked.

Presumably, the soles of his cloth shoes had been torn at this time, so now the skin of the soles of his feet was close to the ground, so he felt cold.

Yang Feng looked around, most of them were the disciples of the Nine Xuanmen Sect, and he represented the second-generation disciples of the Xuanqing Zhenren in the battle today, but he couldn't let them know about the hole in the soles of his feet, so much shameless.

Seeing that Zhang San'er had mockery in his eyes, and was about to come up to beat himself again, Yang Feng simply played with him to the end, and used his fists to palms, which greatly reduced the impact of Zhang San'er's scorching internal force on his body, and then Yang Feng once again stiffened his scalp with his right palm against Zhang San'er's left palm, and he also used all his internal strength, and the two of them had their own merits, and they retreated one after another. Yang Feng only felt a bloody smell in his throat, and spit out blood all over the ground first, which really hurt his vitality at once.

Xuan Yi's brows tightened, and his face was full of hatred for iron and steel, but Xuankong saw it thoroughly behind Zhang San'er, and he was not in a hurry at all.

After Yang Feng vomited blood, he looked at Zhang San'er viciously, Cao Mengbo just wanted to get up, he thought Zhang San'er had won. Just when Xuan Yi was also hesitant to announce the victory, sure enough, Zhang San'er couldn't help it, and blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth. Standby station

Yang Feng said mockingly: "Don't be so good-looking, how uncomfortable it is to hold these bruises." ”

The corners of Zhang San'er's mouth rose, and he raised his hand to wipe his lips, Yang Feng thought to himself that this was really a ruthless person, and swallowed most of the blood just now.

There was a burst of applause from the armor soldiers all around.

On the contrary, Yang Feng has nothing to cheer for here.

Zhang San'er half-defiantly stretched out his hand to beckon Yang Feng to fight again, Yang Feng was not so stupid, and asked Chen slowly and leisurely: "Senior Brother Chen, borrow me the short sword!"

Chen Wen didn't say a word, and threw his sword to Yang Feng.

Yang Fengwu swallowed his saliva, the smell of blood was still there, and he asked Zhang San'er in a hoarse voice: "Borrow a sword temporarily, don't you mind." ”

Zhang San'er saw that he was at the end of his rope, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, as long as you still have the strength to make a sword." ”

Yang Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, if Zhang San'er felt that his temporary borrowing of the sword was not a legitimate competition, he would have nothing to say. In fact, now he is not as serious as he seems, the true qi in his body is still circulating, Yang Feng has grasped Zhang San'er's conceited character weakness, and he is not a martial artist when he holds a sword, he is generous and does not care, and he is more praised if he wins.

It's a pity you don't have a chance.

The moment Yang Feng lifted his sword, his eyes showed a murderous aura.

Zhang San'er is a killer, this look is all too familiar.

"Look at it!" Yang Feng's swordsmanship was taught to him by Xuanqing, and Xuanqing named it Nine Swords because it only had nine short moves, which was very different from the complicated and changeable swordsmanship of Jiuxuanmen.

These nine sword sword moves are similar to the Divine Dragon Slash Method, but the Divine Dragon Slash Method is only suitable for the Divine Dragon Slash This kind of heavy sword. The set of nine swords that Xuanqing taught Yang Feng is applicable to all swords.

Zhang San'er never expected that he was put on a live by this kid, and maybe he was too careless.

Yang Feng's sword stabbed, not only with sword qi, but also with a strong true qi, the master's true qi can hurt people, at this time Zhang San'er had already consumed some, he really didn't dare to take it hard, just dodged perfunctorily, and tried in vain to retreat to breathe in order to find an opportunity.

But Yang Feng didn't give him a chance, and the short sword attacked tightly against Zhang San'er's waist, so that he didn't dare to turn around easily.

Zhang Sanren was angry, grabbed Yang Feng's short sword, and forced it away fiercely, and as soon as he turned around, two sword qi suddenly appeared in front of him, rushing towards him. Zhang San'er didn't have time to retreat forward, so he had to use the true qi he still had in his hand to resist, and this time it was a losing move. Zhang San'er only felt a chill on his neck, and Yang Feng's short sword was already on his neck.

At this time, the blood on Zhang San'er's left hand was still dripping, and his mouth and eyes were full of unwillingness. I didn't expect this kid's state to deceive himself, and he seemed to be exhausted just now, but in fact he didn't. Let him use the sword, it is even more like a tiger with wings, even if he is as clever as Xuankong, he would never have imagined that Yang Feng would reincarnate the sword qi of the Nine Xuanmen.