Chen Jialuo was originally moving forward with all the strength of his body, so he was kicked forward again, his body was uncontrollable, and he went straight forward.

"Senior Brother Chen, concede. Mo Rufeng said with a smile.

He thought that Chen Jialuo would admit defeat. Unbeknownst to him, he had just hugged his fists to thank him, and Chen Jialuo suddenly took off and smashed his whips at him.

In desperation, Mo Rufeng had no choice but to continue to fight with Chen Jialuo.

This Chen Jialuo was obviously angered by Mo Rufeng's kick just now, and at this time he rushed towards him with all his strength.

A double whip, as if with eyes, suddenly went up and down, sometimes left, sometimes right, which really made Mo Rufeng cry bitterly.

But as the chief disciple of the new generation of Wudang Sect, how could he be defeated by him.

Thinking of this, Mo Rufeng calmed down.

I competed with Chen Jialuo for strength before, and I suffered a lot of losses, so I can't be fooled again this time. He held a long sword, made a resolute gesture with his left hand, shouted "on", stepped on the seven stars, and the sword moved with him, attacking Chen Jialuo.

This Kongtong faction originally relied on internal force to urge the blade and take advantage of the strength. At this time, Mo Rufeng saw the direction and used the superior demon sword technique of the Wudang faction, which Chen Jialuo could not match.

Soon, Chen Jialuo blocked left and right, embarrassed.

Mo Rufeng thought to himself: "If you don't restrain him with a sword, he will definitely not be convinced." ”

As a result, a set of Wudang Mingyue swordsmanship was used like flowing water, interlocking, and pressing step by step.

After a few rounds, Chen Jialuo was already out of breath and exhausted. But he was very tenacious and refused to admit defeat.

The double whip in Chen Jialuo's hand was already bulky and unbearable, and his physical exertion was too large, which was already not very smooth at this time.

Mo Rufeng smiled slightly, thinking that he had already won. Unexpectedly, Chen Jialuo suddenly exerted all the strength of his body and smashed the two double whips towards himself.

He hurriedly dodged and dodged, and then saw that Chen Jialuo no longer had a double whip in his hand, but an extra iron rod.

It turned out that Chen Jialuo's blades could be combined, and after taking out the two heads, the remaining two iron rods could just be connected to become a long iron rod.

Mo Rufeng was slightly surprised, and quickly regained his composure.

Chen Jialuo immediately waved the iron rod in his hand and attacked Mo Rufeng. At this time, the blade in his hand was two-in-one, and Chen Jialuo swung it much faster, and it was an inch long and an inch stronger.

Mo Rufeng saw this, and then swung his sword to meet it.

Although Chen Jialuo liberated his speed, he also lost his advantage in strength, which also gave Mo Rufeng a chance. Because, the speed of Mingyue's swordsmanship is extremely fast, so he is naturally not afraid to compete with him.

After only a few rounds of fighting, Chen Jialuo couldn't bear it.

Mo Rufeng made a move "Qingquan Stone Upstream", volleyed into the air, the momentum was overwhelming, and the long sword dragon coiled the snake and walked, slashing towards Chen Jialuo.

Chen Jialuo was shocked and raised an iron rod to resist.

The two blades intersected, and the flames flew everywhere, and both felt that their entire arms were numb.

Mo Rufeng didn't give him a chance to breathe, the long sword shook, and then slashed at Chen Jialuo's hands.

Chen Jialuo panicked, quickly spread his hands, and the iron rod fell to the ground. He was about to grab his blade, but he felt a chill on his neck.

Mo Rufeng's sword was already on Chen Jialuo's neck.

"I'm losing!" Chen Jialuo said in disappointment.

Mo Rufeng picked up his right foot, kicked the iron rod on the ground to Chen Jialuo, and said, "Senior Brother Chen, accept it." ”

At this time, the audience suddenly burst into applause and cheers.

The people of the Wudang faction on the stage were all smiling, and Gao Yihang, who had been extremely serious just now, also smiled.

Ling Lingqi also smiled and nodded, he looked at the other three platforms, and only one of them had not yet decided the winner. Ling Lingqi looked from afar, but it was a disciple of the Shaolin faction who was competing.

Today's martial arts all know that Wudang, Shaolin, Emei, and the three-legged stand are the first of the famous and decent families. Therefore, Ling Lingqi also wanted to see the martial arts of the Shaolin faction.

Ling Lingqi watched the Shaolin faction's martial arts competition carefully, and saw that this little monk of the Shaolin faction was about the same age as himself, and he was also around sixteen or seventeen, but his body shape was obviously thinner than himself.

Looking at his kind face again, at this time, he was clasping his hands together, and he really couldn't tell that he was a martial arts practitioner.

And his opponent is also a thin man, but he is shrewd, and his body and footwork are flexible and changeable. He wore a canvas hat on his head and a cyan robe, Ling Lingqi heard others say that this was the unique costume of the Tianshan Sect.

But since ancient times, there has been a saying that "people must not be disguised, and the sea cannot be measured." Thinking of this, Ling Lingqi didn't think so.

The two had obviously been fighting for a long time, and they were somewhat tired at this time, and they were resting on their luck.

But after a moment's pause, the two immediately began to fight again.

Neither of them had a blade in his hand, but a competition of fists and feet.

The disciple of the Tianshan Sect punched the little monk, but when he saw that the little monk suddenly disappeared, he had already dodged behind the disciple of the Tianshan Sect.

Just this one action surprised Ling Lingqi. The little monk who doesn't look amazing has a body like a ghost, fast and changeable. The little monk's body didn't seem to be his own, it was as light as a wild goose, moving around on the stage.

The body shape is fast and changeable, most of which shows that the light skill is strong, if you want to know whether a person's internal strength is profound, you also have to look at his boxing skills.

The disciples of the Tianshan Sect obviously strengthened their offensive, forcing the little monk to no longer dodge, but to meet them head-on.

The two of them added their fists and feet, although they had no blades to help, but they were still full of lightning. The excitement of the scene is not at all inferior to the competition between the Wudang faction and the Kongtong faction just now.

It's just that the little monk seems to abide by the rules of the competition, and he doesn't make any ruthless moves, and his face always maintains a calm and watery expression.

And his opponent seems to be impatient, which is a taboo for martial artists.

Sure enough, after a few rounds, the little monk restrained him, forcing him to be even more impatient.

The disciples of the Tianshan Sect shouted, and their fists frantically attacked the little monk.

Suddenly, the little monk's eyes lit up, and he rose into the air, like a golden eagle spreading its wings, and like a dragon soaring for nine days, his left hand was the palm to block the incoming fist, and his right hand turned into a **** pointing to the Kunlun sect's disciples.

This move was completed in an instant, and the speed was so fast that everyone couldn't see it very clearly.

I saw the disciples of the Tianshan Sect fall to the ground with a "plop" and remained motionless.

On the stage, everyone in the audience was extremely surprised, and they didn't know what was going on.

The little monk walked to the man's side, stretched out his hand to him a little, and the man got up and came, then clasped his hands into fists and said: "The kung fu of the Shaolin School is really broad and profound, and I am so admired that I am convinced." ”

The little monk clasped his palms together and respectfully returned the salute: "The donor has won the award." ”

Everyone was stunned!

There was jubilation on the stage again!

At this moment, a deep voice suddenly came from outside the venue: "What kind of bullshit martial arts conference, without the permission of the imperial court, dare to privately appoint the leader of the alliance, and the courage is too big!" )