In the last martial arts debate, Brother Feng won, and Jiang Zi Chong Yunmen did not have a heavy hand, and he left three strings of beads in his dream, which disappeared strangely.

With Brother Feng's victory, the first round of "Martial Arts Qiankun" came to a perfect end, and suddenly the music and martial arts field was full of brilliant glow, the sky and the earth were shrouded in clouds and mist, and the elegy of Miao Ling was fluttering everywhere.

The gate of Shengdeming Hall slowly opens, the lake flows backwards, the spiritual light splashes, the second floor of "feathering" and "Dengxian" is cut off one by one, such as flowers blooming, turning into dozens of rosettes, floating and leaping, until the gate of Shengdeming Palace.

Seeing this, the audience watched all the magic powers poured into the door, the Taoist insisted on the magic weapon, the sword immortal royal qi sword line, the warrior leapt across the step by step, the monk crossed the reed, no operator them, saw that there was no moment to take out a spell, and chanted the mantra: "Lasa Moka, Dodo Oh Mi", and roared: "Step on the wind", there seems to be a strong wind under everyone's feet, and one step at a time has reached the door of the Ming Palace.

"Brother ...... No Rules"

I don't know who asked, Wuju directly threw a sentence: "Wind Spell, the little trick is not surprising!"

In the gate of Shengdeming Palace, the holy light shines, the water light flows backwards, the two moons are the same day, the three clouds open the layer, the ten lotus buildings, and a sacred scene of a different world appears in front of everyone.

"Isn't that a great beauty?"

Looking at the five hands of the saint from afar, they have gathered in the three clouds, and they are still as cold as the statue of the Frost Venerable.

The water and light lead the sky against the current, the vine flowers are full of peculiar smells and fragrances, the shadows are born in the mirror, and the gossip martial arts field shows its might.

Flower and water exchange, the last stage of the gossip venue - Shengwu Field.

As soon as the master of ceremonies appeared in the Yuhua Building, he walked to the Shengwu Field on foot, and the crowd was shocked, and they shouted: "Host, the VIP of the Yuhua Building, the people of the Second Alliance!"

"It turned out to be Yuhualou, no wonder I can't see him!"

The skinny master of ceremonies has a lot of background, and the judge in the brilliant alliance is Guang Wei'er, who can speak well and be amiable, and does not lose his kindness, because he is low-key and rarely interacted.

"Dao friends, fairy friends, all monks and friends, everyone is looking forward to it, the second round of 'martial arts Qiankun' kicked off, first of all, thanks to the grace of the saint Lao, after ten martial arts discussions, there are eight celebrities born without danger, respectively, the third uncle of the Nanlin Sword Sect, the Burj Khalifa Fengmu, the fire play, the princes, the nine nights of the Yamato country, the imperial capital of the world, the Yamato Guochuan Kangcheng, Liang Wangshan Mo Feiyan, the Zhuxian Pavilion Xiao Dingfeng, the Feng brother of the country, here to congratulate you on the victory and promotion!"

Guang Yi'er arched her hands and made a congratulatory gesture.

There was applauding from the sidelines, and it didn't take long for it to stop.

"Master of Ceremonies, hurry up and finish, we have to watch the next competition!" the crowd shouted in unison.

Guang Wei'er continued: "Then next, we will still choose our opponents according to the past. ”

After that, the showdown table was announced.

In the first scene, the third uncle of the Nanlin Sword Sect roared at the imperial capital

Scene 2 Burj Khalifa Peak Wood, Fire Opera, Princes to Yamato Nine Nights

The third scene Liang Wangshan said nothing to Yamato Kunikawa Yasunari

The fourth scene, Xiao Dingfeng of Zhuxian Pavilion confronted Brother Feng of the Kingdom of Xuan

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The world is like chess, unpredictable

The third uncle abandoned the sword and surrendered, the world roared nowhere to be found, Jiuye Hui admitted defeat without fighting, the fire play, the princes angrily sought the world to roar, Xiao Dingfeng admitted defeat due to injury and returned to Zhuxian Pavilion to recuperate, Brother Feng cried for a night, leaving a sentence: "The Zen machine has arrived", wearing three strings of beads in his hand and leaving away for a big reward, and quietly left......

The world is safe and perfect, and it is a reincarnation of cause and effect, so why not cause dust.

In the second round of "Martial Arts", Liang Wangshan Mo Feiyan and Yamato Kunikawa Yasunari faced off, and it naturally became the final final!

After King Liang, Mo Feiyan, a single gun, a single staff. Yamato "Snow Hand" Kawa Yasunari, with one hand and one palm, the two came to the victory field.

Flowers and flowing water, light and shadow flying, Yi Ge heals the ears, the fragrance is fascinating, a good pair of unique victories and martial arts fields, if you don't see it with your own eyes, you think it's a heavenly garden.

Mo Yan arched his hand and said, "Master Kangcheng, don't come to harm!"

Chuan Kangcheng's eyes widened, and he took a look: "Mo Feiyan, brother hasn't seen him for many years?"

"Not much, fifteen years!"

"It's only been fifteen years......"

"Well, I don't know where the other Four Immortals are safe?"

"The Four Immortals of Norwen ......"

Yasunari Kawa fell into deep thought......

Tianzhu County, Salem City Along, Yamato Guojiang Jianlang, Busheng Dynasty Minghai, Yamato Guochuan Yasunei, and called Nuowen Five Immortals.

Fifteen years ago, they invited Mokoyu to spit out poetry and sprinkle their feelings.

At that time, Mokoyu was not called this name, it was called Wood Island, the owner of Wood Island was infatuated, he loved poetry, he made friends, and the person invited must be a person of temperament.

Nuowen five immortals to the island as a guest, this stay is two spring and autumn, they sing and dance every day, make up poems and chant right, sing praises to affection, express the heart of the big heart, not by how many resonant people know the letter comes, among them there is Liang Wang Mountain Mo Fei Yan, Mo Fei Yan is twenty-five years old, travel all over the north and south of the river, visit hundreds of famous teachers, listen to a water island, the scenery is charming, the climate is very good, there are people all night long, lively and extraordinary, there are often love songs to the poem, melodious and beautiful.

"...... Immortal Death, Aaron ...... Died of illness, Jiang Jianlang ...... Anzai, Minghai ......"

Speaking of Ming Hai, Chuan Kangcheng began to be silent again, looking at the water flowing backwards with firm eyes, The light gray robe fluttered in the wind, humming lightly and dancing to the flowers, lily of the valley, the siren civet algae, the glazed grass, and the dragon girl flower weaving converged a beautiful music.

"The three of the four immortals have passed??"

Mo Feiyan looked at each other head-on, vaguely saw February swaying in the air, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "There are three less masters of beauty in the world!"

Love is a romantic flower, no matter day or night, it blooms for only one person.

"You still can't fight, mother-in-law and mother are like mothers!" Seeing that the two of them were slow to move, the next person in the audience burst into foul language.

Above the three clouds, the sky mirror is lit up, and the water and light are strung with silk rhythms, like a whitebait swimming to the crowd, and suddenly the whitebait dissipates and turns into light insects, penetrating the human body and flying into Baiyi Lake, the brilliance in the lake is dotted, and it rushes to the sky along the glow.

"Brother Mo Feiyan, this is the martial arts, or the last battle, we can't just stare at it, come on...... Let's wrap it up!"

Chuan Kangcheng raised one hand, the gray robe swayed in the wind, and a pair of "snow hands" made a fight.

"Master Kangcheng...... Then, you're welcome!"

Mo Feiyan erected a battle with a gun, his hands were tied up at the waist, his lunges were raised, and his fist was forward, this parry posture had appeared once in the battle against Han Buhan, and it was Mo Feiyan's famous stunt, and he was a thin "forty-one gunner".

Chuan Kangcheng slashed down with a palm, flooding with ice flowers, this move "Snow Hand" has its own characteristics, and everywhere it goes, it must be full of ice and snow.

Mo Feiyan punched out, and a flame came into view, and he heard the sound of firecrackers in the fire, rumbling.

The two clashed, one by one, Chuan Kangcheng's sleeves were scorched, and the smoke was swirling on the palms of his hands, and Mo Feiyan was frosty in his fist, purple at the corners of his mouth, and white smoke was spit in his mouth.

Mo Feiyan punched each other, one punch was fighting, and several fists floated in the air.

"Thirteen shots of spring rain??" shouted without a moment!

A number of fists attacked Chuan Kangcheng, suddenly lined up, suddenly circled, suddenly triangle patchwork, irregular, no trajectory, with a fire, a number of fists were lit firecrackers, loud noises, fire, the audience was shocked, retreated again and again.

Seeing a huge fireball, a person walked out of the fireball, the skinny man was covered with cold air, and his clothes were burned to the ground, this person Chuan Kangcheng, he clenched his fist with one hand, and in an instant, the ice and snow gas spread around, the backflow lake condensed, and the vine flowers froze and withered.

Mo Feiyan hurriedly retreated, his fists turned into fire shields, ushering in the breath of frost, and when he heard a loud bang, the fire shield shattered, and he was bounced out.

The cold light was instantaneous, Chuan Kangcheng suddenly appeared in front of Mo Feiyan, and hit directly with a move "Shanyin", Mo Feiyan felt bad and wanted to resist with a fist, and was about to raise his fist, "Shanyin" had entered the front, his face changed abruptly, and he felt that he had been hit, and the white gong staff flew to protect the lord at the last moment, and the "Shanyin" and the white gong staff hit Mo Feiyan's chest with a blow.

Mo Feiyan suddenly vomited blood, leaned on the white gong staff, and bent on one side of the ice flower water column.

Occasionally hearing the sound of the mountains, fear withering, death and aging, sex and love, youth is no longer eternal.

"Mountain sound", the death of the positive fist, the love of the reverse fist.

Pure "Shanyin" was strong and desperate, Mo Feiyan wiped the remaining blood from his mouth, shortness of breath, and a moment of death flashed in his mind, a moment of trembling, and a moment of tranquility.

Watching the crowd cheering on the sidelines, they all felt that the game was wonderful, and they waved their hands to cheer: "Mo Feiyan, Mo Feiyan, Mo Feiyan......"

Mo Feiyan lifted the white gong cane, stretched out a hand to suck back the red cotton gun, and the audience shouted again, secretly displeased: "Where is the cheering?

Could it be that the cane and spear intersected, and a red ripple was stirred up in the center of the intersection, the ripples seemed to have a seismic wave, gradually expanding, and the ice flower water column was shattered, and after the shattering, the previous water and light flowed backwards.

The ripples are red, the elegy wanders, the gossip field, Kun Xun, cracked, each has a long mouth, the light insect flies into Baiyi Lake, and then the water rushes to the sky, this trick "Song of Heaven", the artistic conception is extraordinary, the singing place is like heaven, the place of heaven, everywhere is beautiful.

The white gong staff and the red cotton spear intersected again, and a small cross-red ripple burst out, flying along the road to Chuan Kangcheng.

Chuan Kangcheng condensed the ice and snow qi with both hands to resist forward, and collided with the ripples, evenly matched, and there was a stalemate for a while, the ice flowers splashed everywhere, and the shock waves were flat......

Suddenly, the crowd was shocked, and the red ripples of the cross no longer expanded, but shrunk, and the extreme speed gradually decreased, turning on the axis, Chuan Kangcheng couldn't parry, and was forced to retreat little by little, until a place where the water and light flowed backwards.

At this time, the scene fluttered several ice and snow thousand paper cranes, and the battle of Koishi Keina was exactly the same, a graceful dancing lady, the cross ripples immediately became the smallest, Kawa Yasunari split with the "ancient capital" and "Izu" palms cross, the ice and snow wind rose, and the red light burst into bursts......