Boom Boom Boom ......

The sound of the fist was like thunder, like an angry sea, setting off a strong wind raging, becoming a storm, sweeping in.

For a while, I saw that the sky was full of fist shadows, fists to the flesh, and tricks to grab people.

Bumper Bang Bang ......

There was the sound of hammers striking iron.

A burly body of more than nine feet, with black skin and purple skin, steel and iron bones, hard and indestructible.

But he was deeply involved in the fist, and each punch was as heavy as a giant hammer, striking the steel, and the strength penetrated through his body, making his flesh and blood sore and painful.

The fist was so powerful that it was like roasting in a furnace, and the iron melted for it, and then it was struck with a hammer and took on the shape of someone else.

"Stop, stop, stop...... Senior Brother Hao of Wudang, please stop, Chengdong will admit defeat next week!" There was a sound of pain in the urn, and he shouted again and again.

As soon as these words came out, the shadow of the fist in the sky was immediately closed.

Hao Renzhen stood up with his fists and apologized seriously: "I'm sorry, Brother Zhou Dao!

"I'm defeated!" Zhou Chengdong sat on the ground without any image, shook his head and gasped, "Hao Daoyou's fists are really hard enough, and his martial arts are so powerful in ordinary times, fortunately, I didn't let you use the martial arts of Uncle Wudang like Daoyou Taiqingzi, otherwise I would have to be killed by you." But please Hao Daoyou know that although I lost, my Nine Peaks Sect's Xuantie Refining Body never lost. It's just that I haven't cultivated home yet!"

"Brother Zhou Dao, it's not more frustrated!" Hao Renzhen looked serious, "The martial arts used under the Xia are not ordinary, but the Fuhu Fist of my Wudang True Martial Nine Gong, once practiced, there is a strong Fuhu." Brother Dao, you won't lose unjustly!"

Obviously he was defeated, and the other party still gave face like this, the big man Zhou Chengdong suddenly had a good impression of the unsmiling and serious Taoist in front of him, and thanked each other with his fists: "Brother Hao Dao is victorious but not arrogant, humble is so, Wudang master, admire, admire!"

"What I said is true, not modest!" Hao Renzhen shook his head with a serious face, "Of course, Brother Zhou Dao is still wrong!"

"Something is wrong!" Zhou Chengdong couldn't help but wonder.

Hao Renzhen lowered his head, looked at his sandbag-sized fist, and said very sincerely: "If I use the martial arts taught by my junior uncle and ancestor, Brother Dao will not be beaten to death, I am afraid that he will be beaten into meat sauce." ”

The smile on Zhou Chengdong's face suddenly stiffened.

Although you seem to be kind enough to think about me, why do you make me so uncomfortable?

Zhou Chengdong had something to say, but when he saw the other party's serious face that was not joking at all, he suddenly didn't know what to say.

Your Excellency is so able to speak, please say less.

Give someone someone in my week a face!

"Winner, Wudang Hao Renzhen!"

......

At the same time, in another corner of Xuanwu Terrace, a similar scene is a completely different situation.

One person stands on the pile, such as Xuanwu sitting in the north, not moving in all directions, invisible air wall, copper wall and iron wall, unshakable.

"Don't fight, don't fight! I, Xiong Wencheng, admit defeat!" A burst of angry screams, Xiong Wencheng stopped panting, watching his fists swelled and red, wanting to cry but without tears, in pain.

The sloppy focus recondensed, and Wu Chaoran's gaze refocused, as if he had noticed the opponent in front of him for the first time, "Fellow Daoist, why don't you fight?

"You can't beat it, what's there to fight! Your Excellency's invisible qi wall is so powerful, it will come back to shock, and you will hurt yourself if you punch!" Xiong Wencheng didn't have a good breath, "I knew that I would lose so aggrieved, I might as well fight with Uncle Wudang, at least the loser is still honored!"

"No!" Wu Chaoran heard this, but his eyes were condensed like a point, staring up and down at each other back and forth a few times, and said in a deep voice: "With the strength of Fang Daoyou, let alone fighting with the little master and ancestor." I'm afraid I'll be blown away before I get close......"

“(＠_＠;)” Xiong Wencheng was stabbed 10,000 times in his heart for a while, and he couldn't suppress the urge to vomit blood.

Are you Wudang people so cruel when you speak?

Hey, don't be too bullying!

"Winner, Wudang Wu Chaoran!"

......

The phantoms are heavy, stepping on the clouds and going straight up, and the legs are like the wind, endless.

Whoa......

The spear swept away, full of energy, rolling up gusts of wind, and the power was good.

But no matter what moves he used, he never touched a single hair of the figure in front of him, as if he was facing the air alone and wielding a big gun for a long time, in vain, quite ridiculous.

He immediately stood with his gun in his hand and shouted, "Xiao Daoyou, did Uncle Wudang only teach you to escape? Do you dare to fight me Li Tianjiao head-on? Let you taste the power of my Guigu Sect's terrifying spear!"

"Hee-hee, good opportunity!" There was a snickering sound in the wind, and I saw a figure in front of me spinning like a top in the air, like a tornado, with legs like gods, sweeping non-stop, and kicking with vigor.

"Not good!" one moment he slipped and didn't spare his hand, and the next moment he struck with a thunderous blow.

Li Tianjiao was caught off guard, and immediately shouted that it was not good, and hurriedly raised his gun to fight again.

But Xiao Letian is so slippery, once he succeeds, how will he be given a chance.

The leg method was like a whirlwind, and the body was like a phantom, surrounding Li Tianjiao's fierce wind and angry attacks, trampling on them again and again.

Li Tianjiao made a careless move, lost all the games, once he was close to him, his momentum was taken away, and he could never come back, the momentum of the big gun could no longer be used and opened, his chest was wide open, and he was immediately kicked again and again, and the whole person flew out.

"Hmph!" Xiao Letian stood up with one foot and ate the dust from blowing the soles of his shoes, "Brother Li Dao, it's wrong! This is not running away, but being cautious." I have been taught by my junior uncle and ancestor, and I have understood that prudence is not from the heart, but with complete preparation, looking for the flaws of the other party, leaving no hand, and winning with one blow! Obviously, Brother Dao does not understand this!"

He shook his head, his face full of regret.

"Winner, Wudang Xiao Letian!"

......

"This squeamish woman seems to be from everyone's best background, how can she make a move, so fierce! In vain, Feng Xiangrong has already practiced the thirty-six hands of my Kunlun faction, but she doesn't even have the strength to fight back. ”

Jade hand dragon claw, invisible grappling.

Feng Xiangrong was locked by the invisible qi machine, dodging left and right, very embarrassed.

The claw shadow was sharp, his face was tingling, and the slightest carelessness was a bloody scar.

Feng Xiangrong had the heart to resist, but the other party's claw shadow always attacked from an incredible angle, grabbing the vital point, so that he couldn't use all his means, and he suddenly fell behind.

"I'm sorry!" suddenly a chirping voice floated in my ears.

"What?" Feng Xiangrong's heart tightened, and before he could come back to his senses, a strong wind blew, his arm stinged, and his claws spilled blood.

"Damn!" he was furious, his true qi surging all over his body, and he was about to use a killer move, wanting to win with one move.

"I'm sorry!" another full apology.

Feng Xiangrong's abdomen hurt, his air pockets were hit hard, and the true qi that had just gathered was suddenly dispersed, and he was traumatized again.

What made him even more devastated was that his body was injured, and the other party still said "I'm sorry" every time.

That's it...... I'm full of apologies, but I have to continue beating you!

The heart was hit by a critical blow, and Feng Xiangrong's moves were scattered.

But the more this happens, the more ruthless the moves become.

The pain in his body and mind was so clear, and it also made him calm down quickly, and he became more and more cautious in his subsequent moves.

But then he discovers a desperate truth.

The seemingly squeamish woman's moves in front of her have reached the level of refinement.

Move grappling, subtle, move and change, lock the key point.

Although his own thunder runner is fierce, his moves are all locked in the opponent's lock, and it is difficult to get out of trouble.

And as there are more and more wounds on the body, under the loss of qi and blood, the power of resistance is getting weaker and weaker.

You can't beat it, you can't run away!

In the end, although he was unwilling, he could only be defeated with helplessness.

"I, Feng Xiangrong, defeated!"

He stared at the girl in front of him with a pair of eyes, in order to prepare for this Daomen competition, he had been practicing hard for a long time, and he just wanted to make a splash and promote his prestige.

Unexpectedly, she was defeated in the first battle at the hands of a delicate girl, and she was so helpless that she had no power to fight back almost the whole time.

He snorted, said nothing, turned and walked off the stage.

"I... I, actually won?" Yan Caiwei looked at her hands in a daze, happy in her heart, unable to help herself, telling herself in her heart over and over again.

Yan Caiwei, you're really... It's really getting stronger!

Involuntarily, she thought of the scene where she had to clean up for her uncle and ancestor every day on Feilai Peak, make the bed and fold the quilt, the quilt was folded into tofu blocks, and the cave was cleaned without any dust.

Yan Caiwei's delicate body trembled slightly, and her heart trembled.

What an unbearable time!

......

Hao Renzhen, win!

Wu Chaoran, win again!

Xiao Letian, win!

Yan Caiwei, win!

Why are there so many "ands"?

The crowd was shocked at first, then horrified, and finally even at a loss.

They were stunned to find that the seven sons of Wudang were actually fighting and winning successes, showing a state of soaring, sweeping their opponents all the way, and none of them pulled their hips.

Could it be that Wudang is really going to be invincible?