Yang Feng dreamed that he was flying in the clouds, his vision was extremely broad, and his mood was extremely natural.

Could it be that he has become a god himself?

'Ahh Yang Feng suddenly heard a noise from far and near, the clouds under his feet suddenly softened, and he felt as if he had stepped into the air, and the center of gravity of the whole person lost balance and fell directly.

Fortunately, I was pulled.

Yang Feng opened his eyes and saw that it was Yi Wentong holding the trunk of the tree with one hand and pulling his arm with the other.

Yang Feng was still in a daze, and Yi Wentong made a great effort to let Yang Feng return to the trunk.

Yang Feng touched his body, his hands empty.

Yi Wendao: "The cake is finished, the wine is drunk, and the wine bottle is also put away." It's a pity that you don't have the eyes to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the afternoon breeze and sunshine, and I am all alone. ”

Yang Feng saw that there were more and more people below, and then looked at the stage, Xiao Shifeng's five people were also in place early, talking and laughing there.

Yang Feng realized that the final of the martial arts competition was about to start.

"How long have I been sleeping?" Yang Feng stretched his waist, feeling that he had slept so comfortably.

Yi Wentong said lightly: "You have been asleep for nearly an hour. ”

"An hour ......" Yang Feng sighed that time flies so fast, and Yi Wentong smiled: "If you suddenly fall down just now, you will feel like a year here in the future."

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In the stands, Xiao Shifeng also made a bet with the four of them, asking who would win.

Xuanxu and Xuanyi favored the disciples, saying that An Ziyu would win, while Xuankong was more rational, saying that Chen Wen would win, Xiao Tiantu sat next to Xuankong and smiled at him.

"Your Majesty, what do you think?" Xuan Yi was in a very good mood and couldn't help but ask Xiao Shifeng's opinion.

Xiao Shifeng frowned, a little embarrassed: "I don't know these two people very well. I only knew that An Ziyu was the only son of the head of the Divine Sword Sect An Tong Ping'an, and that Chen Wen was the most proud second-generation disciple of the late Xuanwen Sect. If I really had to pick one to win, I also thought that Chen Wen would have a better chance of winning. ”

"Your Majesty's words are extremely true. Xiao Tiantu continued: "That Chen Wen's kung fu foundation is obviously better than An Ziyu, and if he fights steadily, he does have a higher chance of winning." ”

"Tiantu, don't underestimate the sword qi of the Divine Sword Sect. Xuan Yi appeared and said: "The first martial art that the sword saint Xiao Lang learned back then was also the sword qi in the eight directions, and it is said that the sword rain in the sky evolved from the eighth ten thousand swords in the eight directions of his sword qi. In the past two years, I have taught Ziyu, and I have seen the exquisite swordsmanship in the eight directions of sword qi, and I have also seen his growth. Of course, Chen Wen also grew up under our watch, his martial arts path has never changed, and what he learned is my mastery. If it is normal to say, Chen Wen's cultivation is higher, but Ziyu is actually flexible and flexible, if these two people do their best, it is difficult to say which is higher and which is lower. ”

Xiao Shifeng asked with a smile: "Xuanyi Sect, if there is no accident, do you also think that this An Ziyu may be better than Chen Wen?"

"Exactly. Xuan Yi seems to be selling melons in Wang Po, selling himself and boasting, but in fact, what he says is from the bottom of his heart. He has his own measure of An Ziyu's martial arts, An Ziyu has always kept a low profile on weekdays, and has never fought bravely in front of all the senior brothers, in fact, those senior brothers, including Tang Xiaoxiao, who are close to him on weekdays, don't know how much An Ziyu has improved in the past two years.

Today is a good opportunity to test the results.

Xuan Yi was even more nervous and excited than Xuan Xu's mood.

......

The competition between An Ziyu and Chen Wen kicked off under the watchful eyes of all the brothers and sisters.

The two simply saluted according to their peers, and without much greeting, they opened the sword with a finger.

After a noon break, the two of them were obviously more energetic, and this was the last game, so they naturally subconsciously used more force.

Although Chen Wen's sword is shorter than An Ziyu's, under closer inspection, Chen Wen attacks more and defends less, which is probably the gap between the two swordsmanship. Chen Wen is this kind of steady and steady play, generally attacking less and defending more, but a master like him is often just a matter of habit, both offense and defense are active, can switch freely, and the way to defeat the opponent is to concentrate on it and find a fatal blow after finding its flaws.

An Ziyu is different, he defends more and attacks less, and he is forced. This Chen Wen's swordsmanship is as stable as Mount Tai, and it has changed a thousand times, plus the competition in the past two days, the sword momentum is even worse, because Chen Wen is enjoying the process of competing with his peers.

An Ziyu is different, he is more interested in winning, he wants to prove his existence to An Tongping, to Xuanxu, to Xuanyi, and to all the people around him.

Therefore, An Ziyu is less powerful than Chen Wen, but he has more fighting spirit.

On the surface, Chen Wen's skills are superior, but in fact, the two have not yet reached the time to distinguish the winner and loser.

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Yang Feng on the tree saw this scene, the two of them came and went, and they seemed to be evenly matched, so he was not shocked, and said to himself in a low voice: "I didn't expect Ziyu to hide deeply, and there is such a swordsmanship." ”

Yi Wentong said with a smile: "Since ancient times, masters have been beaten, he rarely fought with people before, and even less with masters, even if he has all kinds of magical powers in his body, he doesn't know how much he can do." ”

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The more An Ziyu hits, the smoother it becomes, Chen Wen made a chic backhand sword, An Ziyu held the sword to separate the sword body, and reflexively slapped it with a palm, then Chen Wen just turned around, raised his hand is also a palm, the two of them struggled, and both retreated.

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"Good, good. Xiao Shifeng looked at the excitement, and couldn't help but make a gesture of waving his palm, exclaiming with joy.

Xuan Yi leaned into Xuan Xu's ear and asked, "Senior brother, did you teach this Heaven Turning Palm?"

Xuan Xuan glanced at Xuan Yi and nodded casually, before Xuan Yi turned around and said to himself, "No wonder, no wonder." ”

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The two were a few steps apart at this time, and this time An Ziyu took the initiative, took the sword, took three steps and made two steps, and ran towards Chen Wen. ”

Chen Wen stood calmly in place, moved slightly, and compared the sword style.

The first sword, An Ziyu made a flying sword, before the person arrived, the sword arrived first, Chen Wen waved the sword and forced it away.

The second sword, after An Ziyu caught it, he pointed the sword directly at Chen Wen.

Chen Wen stood still, took a step back under the force, and then stood firm, the tip of the Xuantie sword was facing the sword body of Chen Wen's refined copper short sword, interrupted, and he couldn't advance.

The third sword, An Ziyu retreated as an advance, just collected the sword, Chen Wen was mainly anti-guest, the fine copper short sword attacked accurately, An Ziyu just wanted to hold the sword rung, Chen Wen's fine copper short sword was slightly on one side, only one centimeter, An Ziyu could block it, it was also this centimeter, An Ziyu felt a tightness in his eyebrows, if this sword was longer, he was only afraid of victory or defeat.

The Xuantie Sword drew a spark on the ground, An Ziyu retreated step by step, Chen Wen pressed step by step, everyone at the scene seemed to be half concentrated, and the atmosphere was a little relaxed in an instant.