The second bell rang, and the competition of the first group officially began!

I saw that four people in the field rushed out in an instant, and rushed straight towards the "little spear god" Senior Brother Fang. But there was still one person standing lazily in place, it was the big man with the pumpkin hammer.

The other four rushed towards that senior brother together. And the senior brother who originally looked even a little stunned, at the moment when the bell rang, as if he had been struck by an electric shock, his body bounced up,

The four of them had obviously made up their minds to deal with Senior Brother Fang first, but Senior Brother Fang was not afraid at all, and at the same time, he did not stand quietly in place and pretend to be a letter, but rushed towards one person first.

Senior Brother Fang, who could be said to be short in stature, burst out with an astonishing ferocity and recklessness in an instant, rushing to one person first.

This person was the person who had previously revealed Senior Brother Fang's identity as a spear god.

This person also has a long stick in his hand, and unlike Senior Brother Fang, Senior Brother Fang has a tough wooden stick in his hand, while in his hand is a hard fine steel stick. The iron rod was heavy and hard, and there were traces of disassembly on the head of the stick, and it was obvious that the stick was not just a stick, but had a "head", and I don't know if it was a knife, a robbery, a spear, or a halberd?

At this time, Senior Brother Fang held the stick in his waist with both hands, and the long wooden stick was pointed horizontally and vertically at the man, his eyes and qi were firmly locked on the opponent, and his feet were like flying, with the iron-blooded momentum of a lonely army breaking through, and he rushed forward like a tiger descending a mountain.

The person on the other side was originally rushing towards Senior Brother Fang with the other three people, but he saw that Senior Brother Fang actually pounced on him at the first time.

Senior Brother Fang's momentum was terrifying, coupled with the fact that he had already seen Senior Brother Fang's martial arts, he couldn't help but be terrified for a while.

But it's just fear!

I only heard him shout "ha", stomped on the ground with his front foot, and stopped his body at once.

This person was originally rushing forward with an iron rod on his back, and it was obvious that he was slashing as soon as he struck. And at this moment he stopped, but moved the iron rod in front of him, and this is the way to defend.

He stared at Senior Brother Fang intently, concentrating and calming, like an abyss, waiting for Senior Brother Fang's arrival.

Originally, the two of them were hedging forward from the beginning, and the distance was naturally greatly shortened.

Without blinking, Senior Brother Fang was already about three or four meters away. Senior Brother Fang's long stick was very long, measuring two and a half meters. He had a very good grasp of the distance of the long stick, and when he stepped out, the long stick on his waist instantly poked out like a startled Jiao, and the head of the stick just probed into the opponent's chest.

Although this stick was fast, the person on the other side was originally waiting intently, and naturally saw clearly, the iron rod in his hand was obliquely attached to his chest, and as soon as he turned his body, he picked up the head of the wooden stick, brushed it from his chest, and hit it in the air.

He took the stick lightly, and the stick was like a swimming fish, slippery and without any strength, and like lightning, it was collected and disappeared in a flash.

When he turned around, the other end of the stick had already made a large arc, and swept towards his head with a whistling.

He was not in a hurry, tilted his head, held the iron rod in his backhand, and put the iron rod on his shoulder socket, so that he could calmly block the blow.

The reason for the backhand was because the blow was sent from the waist of the senior brother of that party, and it swept through a large arc, and the momentum was heavy, and the body of the stick was bent. If you hold the stick in your forehand and attack it head-on, the iron rod will be slapped vigorously and there is a danger of coming out of the tiger's mouth. And holding the stick with the backhand and pulling with four fingers can ensure that nothing goes wrong.

This man is not only good at martial arts, but also has a lot of combat experience, and he made a judgment in an instant.

I only heard a "pop" sound, and the wooden stick hit the iron bar hard, and immediately bounced back, and the iron rod took the blow steadily.

In general, in this case, the stick should be withdrawn as before, and the head and tail should be exchanged before continuing to fight.

But Senior Brother Fang didn't, I saw that he was holding the tail of the stick in his back hand and the end of it was at his waist, and his front hand was holding it in the middle of the stick and drawing a tiny circle. The front end of the wooden rod, which was bent by its strength, also drew a circle, and suddenly bypassed the iron rod of the defense, and with the toughness of the wooden stick, it bounced fiercely towards the iron rod from the inside.

The toughness of the wooden stick, with the true qi of Senior Brother Fang accumulated in it, was all vented on the inside of the iron rod at once.

With a "snap", the other side of the iron rod was forced, and it came out of the tiger's mouth and smashed heavily on the sand of the martial arts arena, stirring up countless sand and dust. And in the dust, a figure dragged an iron rod out of the field, clutching his chest and falling to the ground.

This time the fight was extremely fast, and everyone only saw Senior Brother Fang stop and stab out with a long stick, and then swept back with a sweep, and then heard three sounds of "pop pop".

At the second sound, the iron rod was out of his hand, and at the third sound, the man had already flown out.

The four of them have not yet joined the circle, and one person has already been eliminated.

The other three people felt a pang in their hearts, and only then did they understand that this senior brother was indeed a waste of fame. The three of them surrounded each other and tried to force Senior Brother Fang into a corner.

And after Senior Brother Fang flew one person, he didn't stop at his feet, and rushed towards one of the three people with a breakthrough momentum again.

One of the three men wielded a long sword, one held a single sword, and one of the big men had a pair of double maces in his hands. And the one who was chosen by Senior Brother Fang was the one who held the long sword.

Seeing that Senior Brother Fang was turning towards him, Long Sword immediately knew Senior Brother Fang's thoughts.

He didn't dodge or dodge, nor did he stand on defense, but his speed under his feet did not decrease, and he rushed towards Senior Brother Fang quickly.

The three of them were all short soldiers, but Senior Brother Fang had a long stick of two meters and a half in his hand, and only close combat was the most beneficial to them.

And Senior Brother Fang obviously had an excellent grasp of the distance, and from a long distance, a wooden stick had already been smashed down on his head.

The sword hurriedly dodged to the side.

With a "bang", the sand of the martial arts arena seemed to be shocked by a huge wave in the sea, and the sand and dust were knocked away from the ground.

At this time, everyone understood why the selection competition did not set up a platform.

This is not acting, what kind of stage can withstand such a smash? This is only the first group, and the big pumpkin hammer has not yet made a force, and is still watching the play.

The footwork of the long sword was also very flexible, and after dodging, it still rushed towards Senior Brother Fang.

I saw that the "sand curtain" that was hit by the flying sand on his side suddenly bulged outward, and soon the "sand curtain" was torn, and a long stick broke through the sand, and the speed swept towards his waist over the splashed sand.

The man with the sword kicked his feet on the ground and flipped sideways to avoid the stick. The person was in the air, but he stretched out his long sword and pointed it on the sand, the tip of the sword was slightly curved, and then with a pick, the sand shot like a sharp arrow towards the figure of the Chinese senior brother who was full of sand.

The senior brother put the long stick back, the body of the stick trembled, and the sand and soil bounced away.

The long sword man had just landed under his feet, and the long stick had already brought up the stick flowers in the sky, and they slapped at him indiscriminately as Senior Brother Fang rushed forward. Everywhere you look, there are sticks on the top, bottom, left and right.

The man with the long sword was dazzled, his face turned pale with shock, his feet quickly retreated, and his eyes were even more focused on catching the shadows of the sticks and distinguishing the trajectory of the sticks.

But where can the retreat compare to the speed of the senior brother above? Before he could distinguish the trajectory of the long stick, he was about to be slapped to the ground by the long stick.

At this moment, a figure swept over and hurriedly approached the senior brother Fang.

That's his one-man ally!

Senior Brother Fang naturally also discovered that he had to face the single-knife man first.

The sword man's eyes flashed, and at this time, he was going to stay!

The man with the long sword poked his toes into the sand behind him, not only pausing his figure, but also immediately chasing after the stick shadow in front of him.

At this time, the other end of Senior Brother Fang's long stick had already stabbed backwards. A point, a sweep, a pry, all at once forced the single-knife man away, breaking his intention to get close.

On the other side, Shuang Gong also approached Senior Brother Fang with a long sword one step ahead.

Senior Brother Fang jumped backwards under his feet, but the long stick smashed forward.

The pair of hammers hurriedly crossed overhead.

With a "bang", the long stick body smashed on the double mace with a bend. The strong man with the double mace snorted, only to feel that his arms were shaking.

The long stick was double-struck, and the man with a single knife immediately found an opportunity, and immediately rushed forward and posted it to Senior Brother Fang. Senior Brother Fang's stick was pumped, the head and tail were exchanged, and the long stick came out of the hole like a white snake and stabbed at the man with a single knife.

A single knife hides his head and wraps his head, and picks the tip of the stick out into the air.

And the long sword had already pierced out, like a swallow sweeping across the eaves, and the man with the long sword flew towards Senior Brother Fang with the tip of the sword with a flat thorn.

Senior Brother Fang pulled back the long stick on the outside while moving sideways under his feet to dodge.

And in the direction he dodged, the double mace was pounced.