Nangong Song saw the oncoming iron spear, smiled slightly, was not in a hurry, his clothes were windless, and he said in his mouth: "The moon rises brightly, the outstanding people are slight, Shu Yao is entangled, and the heart is quiet! The moon rises brightly, the outstanding people are scared, Shu is tired, and the heart is tired! The moon rises brightly, the outstanding people are burning, Shu Yao Shaoxi, and the heart is miserable!"

Then his body was like a moonlight, unpredictable, and Murong Peng's shot seemed to be smashed into a cloud of empty moonlight, without any movement.

In fact, to put it bluntly, it was smashed into the air, and there was an amazing loud bang with a "bang", and Murong Peng's extraordinary shot really smashed to the ground!

Although the ring was made of wood, it was very sturdy, and it was built by the Zhuge family, who were proficient in the science of the mechanism, and they seemed to have the foresight to lay a finger-thick steel plate on the surface of the ring.

Otherwise, just now Murong Peng, he didn't dismantle the ring?

At this time, Nangong Song appeared strangely behind Murong Peng!

Dugu Lantai not only sighed on the rostrum: "What a wonderful footwork! The paragraph that Nangong Song just read in his mouth seems to be from "The Book of Poetry, Chen Feng, Moonrise", can apply this poem to martial arts, and also create a set of footwork, it seems that this Nangong family is really worthy of its name!"

Feng Xingyun replied beside him: "Yes, the martial arts of their Nangong family are passed down from Confucianism, and they have found a new way, which is their own line, and it is extraordinary, and this set of footwork just now is the very famous 'Fengyue Step' of their Nangong family!"

Murong Peng's move didn't work, so he turned around and swept towards Nangong Song with a move of "sweeping thousands of troops".

Nangong Song's long sword shook, and he used the 'Fengyue Step' to meet him, but he said softly in his mouth: "Qingqing Zijin, take care of my heart." Even if I don't go, Zining won't make a sound? Qingqing Zipei, I think about it. Even if I don't go, Zining won't come? Not seen for a day, like March. ”

Suddenly, there was a sad mood in the ring, and Nangong Song's sword momentum was lingering and compassionate, like crying and complaining!

Touching Murong Peng's spear, there was no corresponding spark, Nangong Song's sword seemed to be stuck to Murong Peng's spear, and the sword went with the spear, making Murong Peng's domineering shot seem to hit the water, and there was a feeling of nowhere to exert force.

And it made Murong Peng feel a trace of sadness in his heart, he quickly resisted hard, and he felt better, but his expression was shocked.

On the rostrum, Dugu Lantai said: "Overcome rigidity with softness, good! Nangong Song knows that Murong Peng's marksmanship is domineering, and he will definitely not be able to win when he fights hard, so he adopts the method of overcoming the enemy with softness, which is very smart! And this skill can also affect the opponent's mood, interesting, I am becoming more and more interested in this Confucian technique." ”

That's it, the two of you fought back and forth!

Murong Peng seemed to be domineering and awe-inspiring, and his moves were extraordinary, but he couldn't win for a long time, which made him start to become impatient, and his footwork had begun to mess up, while fighting with his heart, he had to work hard to resist the weird sadness that emanated from the opponent's moves.

Nangong Song looked very calm and chic, he carried it with his left hand, and he held a sword in his right hand to compete with it, sometimes his sword moved with the opponent's gun, and sometimes his sword was sticking to the opponent's gun and moving.

After a hundred moves like this, Nangong Song's sword style changed, and he said in his mouth: "In the past, I was in the past, and the willows were still in the past;

The way is slow, thirsty and hungry. My heart is sad, I don't know how to mourn!"

His moves changed drastically, the long sword rotated at will, bending freely, sometimes like a drizzle, sometimes like heavy snow!

In the one hundred and eighty-sixth move, a strand of long hair was cut off by Nangong Song, and the tip of the sword was against the center of the eyebrows, and he lost the fight!

On the rostrum, the head of the Murong family sighed when he saw that his son had lost, and said, "Hey!

This competition is very exciting, especially Nangong Song's peculiar exercises, many people have never seen them, and the first time I saw the original legendary Confucian exercises today is also so powerful, so the applause was thunderous, and Nangong Song gave due praise.

Li Mo'er said to herself below: "Confucian exercises are very unique!"

Ying Feiyang continued: "Confucian exercises are self-contained, mystical and extraordinary, no worse than Taoism!"

This is the end of the first round of six fights, and the six seeded players are born.

They are: the Pufa monk of the Shaolin faction, the Daocang of the Wudang faction, the purple leaf of the Emei faction, Sima Rongrong of the Sima family, Zhuge Qihang of the Zhuge family, and Nangong Song of the Nangong family!

It's getting late today, and the bigwigs of all factions have decided that these six seeded players will compete in the top three tomorrow!

So the referee announced the decision of the bigwigs on the spot, today's game is over, and tomorrow the game will continue.

Everyone in the audience left and went back to their thatched houses.

Dugu Lantai wanted to leave just like that, but the bigwigs of all factions enthusiastically retained him, and it was not too late for him to leave after watching the game.

Dugu Lantai was so enthusiastic that he had to agree, and followed the Wudang faction's Feng Xingyun to their thatched house, and planned to stay here for one night tonight.

In fact, he also wants to see who the top three will be.

After dinner, when he had nothing to do, he and Feng Xingyun chatted in the thatched house...

The night passed without incident, and it passed in a blink of an eye.

The next day, after breakfast, everyone walked into the arena on time.

The six seeded players took to the ring one after another, and there were enthusiastic cheers from the audience.

Or draw lots in pairs to select their respective opponents.

The results of the draw were not long in coming.

The Pufa monk of the Shaolin faction fought against the purple leaves of the Emei faction, the Daocang of the Wudang faction fought against the Nangong Song of the Nangong family, and Sima Rongrong of the Sima family fought against the Zhuge family of Zhuge set sail!

The result of such a draw surprised everyone, and I am looking forward to the next game.

In the first game of the second round, the Pufa monk and Ziye stood face to face, and the competition began immediately!

After the two hugged each other's fists, they fought!

The first to strike was Ziye, and the Emei swordsmanship went to the Pufa monk like a spiritual snake.

The Pufa monk was still unhurried, the long sword in his hand turned round and straight, and the essence of Bodhidharma's swordsmanship was vividly displayed by him.

The Emei swordsmanship against the Shaolin faction's Dharma swordsmanship was even more exciting than yesterday, and everyone stared intently at the two people on the stage.

At the time of the 334th move, the Pufa monk finally won the game by virtue of his steady and steady play.

Ziye silently stepped down.

This one, in fact, most people are optimistic about Ziye, maybe it was her game yesterday that left a deep impression on everyone, maybe she was beautiful, in short, her popularity is obviously higher than that of the monk of the law.

But it turned out that the monk won the law!

No wonder it comes as a surprise to many.

I also felt sorry for this beautiful Emei sect disciple Zi Ye.

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