"The seven sons of Wudang, none of them lost, and they won seven games in a row, which is too terrifying!"

"Even if this Wudang wants to be ZTE, it will rise too fast!"

"If you wait for this generation of Wudang Seven Sons to fully grow, and there is that Wudang Lu Chunliang in charge, maybe it will open a new heyday after the three crazy Taoists!"

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After the first competition, all factions of the Daomen had wins and losses, but Wudang, who was weakened in the eyes of the factions, showed an invincible posture, which was unacceptable for a while.

Especially the people from the Kongtong faction, the Shenxiao faction, and the Maoshan faction were even more ugly, and they only felt that the position of Dao Kui, who was full of hope, was getting farther and farther away from them.

No way!

Three crazy Taoist people monopolized the world thousands of years ago, and martial arts was not enough?

To this day, is it still so domineering?

After that, where will there be a foothold for our various factions!

Pairs of eyes met in the air, and gradually reached some kind of major consensus.

Stimulated by the seven sons of Wudang, the next big competition scene became more and more intense.

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Rumble!

The handprint is in the air, and it is fiercely suppressed, and the qi is clear, if there are three mountains and five mountains, there is no fancy of bells and whistles.

Only crushing, complete crushing.

The air is condensed like substance, suffocating and breathing.

All the changes in moves were completely crushed under the violence of this red fruit.

A figure fell backwards and was already unconscious.

As the winner, Tai Yuanzi had a solemn face and walked off the stage without saying a word.

Fantian Seal is a unique school of the Zhenfang faction of the Kongtong faction, and no one has practiced it for nearly a thousand years.

He has had a strange fate since he was a child, so he can learn this unique seal method that has been a myth for a long time by chance, which is the biggest hole card in this big competition.

But now, in order to pursue the effect of winning with one move, confronting the seven sons of Wudang, it was exposed in advance, although he won, but what is the gratification?

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Boom Boom!

The fist splits the air, and the thunder roars.

Wen Gang's body was raging with strong winds, crackling, stepping on Gang's steps, and between walking, the bones sounded in unison.

I saw that his moves were mediocre, he didn't dodge or dodge, but every time he punched, the opponent's body trembled, as if he had been pointed, his movements were out of shape, and he was vulnerable!

Rumble!

The palm of the palm exploded, like thunder and electricity, and the light was shining.

A figure with a charred chest fell with a bang.

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Whoosh ......

The bronze coin sword burst out with bronze light, waving in the air again and again, as if writing mysterious runes in the air.

With each swing of the sword, clouds and mist grow, or the wind howls, or the fire burns......

Each sword has its own special power, laying down an invisible law realm, trapping the opponent from beginning to end, and can only helplessly admit defeat.

The thin man looked at everyone, smiled a little shyly, and then stepped off the stage.

If it weren't for the fact that he had an Adam's apple the size of a jujube around his neck, just looking at his catkins and supporting the wind, I really thought he was a delicate little lady!

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"Winner, Kongtong Taiyuanzi!"

"Winner, Shenxiao Wengang!"

"Winner, Maoshan Lin Fengjiao!"

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With the successive victories of the seven sons of Wudang, the strong opponents of other Taoist sects no longer hid their backs, and they attacked one after another, and the scene became white-hot for a while.

When they saw that the juniors of their own families also began to contribute, the elders of the various factions breathed a long sigh of relief.

Otherwise, just because the juniors of the Wudang faction come out, the pressure will be too great, and if this continues, their old hearts may not be able to stand it.

But it didn't take long for them to relax, and soon their hearts were lifted again.

The first round of the Daomen Grand Competition was divided into three matches.

Soon after the first game came down, everyone was stunned to find that the twenty disciples of Wudang, except for the seven sons of Wudang who swept the opponent, the remaining thirteen ordinary disciples were all promoted.

Although they do not have the amazing martial arts attainments of the seven sons of Wudang, they also have the realm of the seventh grade, which is even more powerful and has a solid foundation.

Under the steady and steady fighting, and practicing martial arts, even if they encountered an evenly matched opponent, they actually dragged down the opponent with this strong foundation.

In the first game, twenty disciples of Wudang won all!

Even the other Daokui Five Mountains are not so strong.

Not to mention that there are not so many disciples in the 36 views of the competition,

Except for seven or eight of the superior Taoist sects such as Kongtong and Shenxiao, as well as the chief disciple who supported the scene, the others were crushed over and over again.

Where did Wudang find so many martial arts geniuses?

It is already difficult for a weakened sect to recruit disciples.

One or two geniuses are short-lived, and that's it!

Where are there so many root bone wizards?

For a while, the views of the elders of the various sects were subverted.

Instinctively, they felt that something was wrong, and they vaguely felt as if they were missing something, but they couldn't figure it out.

And the root cause of all these changes seems to have started from the recent spread of the reputation of the little uncle Wudang, who has been sitting alone on the top of the mountain for ten years and has been unknown.

Faintly, a thick haze rose in the hearts of the elders of the various sects.

Although the man never appeared, just standing on the top of the mountain, the invisible back was always shrouded in the arena of this gate, which made people feel depressed.

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One game a day, the number of big matches is not intensive, giving people time to meditate and breathe, regulate internal injuries, and recover true qi.

Although after each round, the elders of each faction will personally analyze the martial arts paths of the masters of each faction for their own disciples, give targeted guidance, and adjust the competition strategy.

But hard power will eventually crush everything.

In the subsequent game, to everyone's surprise, the seven sons of Wudang were still as strong as ever.

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Xie Baoshu's palm is vigorous, full of energy, majestic, and surging like a tide.

Shangguan Lingyun's sword is stunning, Tiangang Beidou, the cold is exposed, and the sword qi is sharp without a shadow.

Zhuang Xiaolou made a knife with his hands, the seven evils of Xuanyin and Yin, the cold entered the bones, and the knife was invisible and poisonous.

Hao Renzhen's fist is like a whirlwind, the potential energy is subdued by the tiger, aggressive, and fierce as a hammer.

Wu Chaoran placed the turtle and snake pile, his eyes were empty, his body was immovable, and he was rigid and soft.

Xiao Le Angel ladders the clouds, stepping in the air, his body looks like a charm, and his light skills are ghostly.

Yan Caiwei's jade hand dragon claws, the woman is delicate, the moves are snatchy, and the muscles and bones are vicious.

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The seven sons of Wudang showed the mystery of their own martial arts, and showed the essence of the seven uniques of Wudang and the nine skills of true martial arts.

The move is dead, but the man is alive!

Under the training of their little master and uncle, they are no longer confined to the shackles of form, and use them flexibly, only between one heart and one thought.

Although the young disciples of other Wudang were gradually eliminated due to the fact that their realm was slightly weaker and their martial arts power was insufficient.

But the seven sons of Wudang have always been as strong as ever, not a flash in the pan.

In terms of the realm of martial arts, although they are not the strongest on the field, if their comprehension and mastery of their own martial arts have really reached the level of no less than the older generation.

The huge Daomen Dabi can only be compared with the Taiyuanzi of Kongtong, Wengang of Shenxiao, Lin Fengqiao of the Maoshan faction, and the strong hands of other Four Great Avenues.

Taiyuanzi, a move of the heavenly mudra, the power is infinite, one force will drop ten times, crush everything.

Wen Gang, palm thunder method, domineering killing, mediocre moves can also be accompanied by thunder power, unstoppable.

Lin Fengjiao, the copper coin sword volleys draw talismans, the true qi hooks up with the outside world, wind, clouds, fire, and water, and the miraculous effects are frequent, and it is impossible to prevent it.

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And the most powerful of them all......

The opponent's swordsmanship is continuous, and he cuts sharply.

Zhang Tianci's hands are empty, his eyes are clear, one move of fingering, his strength is volleying, one move hits the opponent's numb point, and one move defeats the enemy.

"Zhang Tianci, win!"

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The body is as strong as steel, and the sword is not rushed.

Zhang Tianci did not dodge or dodge, his eyes reflected the phantom, and his finger was precise, pointing directly at the opponent's horizontal refinement valve, and immediately broke through the defense.

"Zhang Tianci, win again!"

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The knife technique is unleashed, teasing, slashing, and splitting......

The momentum is strong and heavy, and the moves are changeable.

Zhang Tianci's body is like the wind, his eyes are different, he wanders in the gap of the knife technique, unscathed, and uses his fingers as a sword to break the knife technique.

"Zhang Tianci, three wins!"

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Empty-handed into the white blade is a taboo in the rivers and lakes.

Unless it is a martial arts realm, far above the other party, it is to put yourself in a desperate situation.

But these common senses were broken one by one under Zhang Tianci's eyes.

The eyes are like a mirror, reflecting the opponent's martial arts, and the people's hearts represent the will of heaven, counting all changes.

Volleying a finger, a gentle blow, but every time it is aimed at a flaw, hitting the opponent's acupoint, one blow wins.

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The light blow of the cloud and the wind showed an invincible and crushing posture, which overwhelmed people, and there was no one enemy.

The last three games are down, and the first round is over.

Everyone was stunned to find that among the sixty-four people who were promoted to the second round of Daomen, Wudang actually occupied eight people.

In addition to the seven sons of Wudang, there is also a disciple with a solid foundation who dragged down three opponents with a tenacious will along the way.

At this point, all the factions understood.

Wudang has become a general trend, and ZTE is inevitable.

And other sects also have strong opponents, and this is not over yet.

After the end of the first round, there will be a ten-day break in between, and each faction will recuperate and only wait for ten days to fight again.

And then, it is conceivable that it will be a strong fight, the hole cards are exhausted, and the intensity is far beyond imagination.

And the winner or loser......

Far from knowing!