Hu Kaishan's eyes were fixed on the long sword on his chest, and a sourness suddenly flashed through his heart. Although he and Zong Zhengqing met at Baimai Peak, at that time, the world's martial arts competition was divided into seven sects in name.

But everyone knows that only Jian Zong can be regarded as the pinnacle of martial arts in one battle, while Fist Palm and others are just mediocre people. Hu Kaishan cut through the waves all the way back then.

Generally speaking, winning the championship won the upper hand among the boxing sects, but there was no more praise. On the contrary, the sword sect's battle unexpectedly became the focus of the world's attention. This incident has always left him indignant in his heart. Today, he

If the fist fight was for the same purpose as An Yunzhuang, it would be better to say that he was fighting for the indifference he suffered in the martial arts competition back then.

However, at this moment, the long sword reached his chest. If Zong Zhengqing wanted to hurt him, he would only need to advance a few inches further, and the long sword would break through the flesh and blood and go straight to the heart. Hu Kaishan was stunned for a long time, and then he smiled bitterly and sighed: "Back then,

The Sword Sect’s talents are indeed true, Old Hu is convinced today!”

Zong Zhengqing also cupped his hands and smiled. Although the two of them had never bet on the outcome of a martial arts competition back then, today's battle was considered to be a fulfillment of their lifelong wish. Hu Kaishan had been a master of martial arts for many years and felt that he was no weaker than others. However, really

When he was defeated, he didn't hesitate. He immediately jumped off the ring and shouted loudly: "Old Hu's skills are not as good as others. He lost the first battle. Mr. Yuzhuang, I'm sorry!"

Yu Xiangwan sat aside, just smiled slightly, and said: "Winning or losing in the ring has always been determined by fate. Master Hu just fought brilliantly. How can I, the junior, dare to blame me?"

Mo Zhi looked at Zong Zhengqing on the stage. Although he was imprisoned here at the moment, he didn't know the details of Dark Cloud Village, but the demeanor of the man in front of him surpassed that of many so-called famous people in the world. However, he saw that he was wearing swaying clothes and long hair.

The sword was dazzling and suddenly it was withdrawn from the waist

, Zong Zhengqing stood on the high platform, but he did not give up. He just smiled and said to himself: "There are many masters under the master of Yuzhuang, and the other two are seniors in the world. If they are against me, little brother Mo Zhi, it is better not to do it.

If you forget the bet, you cannot use your inner strength."

Yu Xiangwan smiled and said: "It's natural. I, the hero Guanzong, am still very proud of the battle, but I still have the heart to fight? I'm just afraid that the battle just now has messed up my atmosphere, and it would be unfair to fight again."

When Zong Zhengqing heard this, he was just amused and thought to himself: "If you really cared about the fairness of the competition, how could you arrange for a child to fight against two martial arts masters alone? But if I fight with one more person, the pressure on Brother Mo will be greatly reduced.

.”

He made up his mind and then said loudly: "The master of Yuzhuang is absolutely right. I haven't taken out my sword for many years. Today, I suddenly took action, but my skills were tight. If I can still fight with an expert, that would be really...

..Wow!"

Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed drastically, and his face turned gray in an instant. His whole body was shaking violently, as if he had been hit hard, blood spurted out of his mouth, and he hung upside down from the high platform.

This dramatic change occurred suddenly. Mo Zhi subconsciously flew out and took Zong Zhengqing into his arms. However, at this moment, Zong Zhengqing's face was almost withered, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. Mo Zhi looked up and down, Zong Zhengqing.

hurt

Although the force was heavy, the front was unscathed. When Mo Zhi turned over, he saw six extremely small blood holes slowly seeping out of Zong Zhengqing's back. At first, it was only bright red and dazzling, but in an instant, the blood was gone.

flowed out.

"You stab people in the back, how shameless!"

Mo Zhi roared angrily and looked up, only to see the sickly old Taoist priest walking up to the ring with trembling steps and speaking slowly. As he spoke, his strength seemed to be breaking off and continuing, but he was still there.

He walked to the middle, drooped his triangular eyes, and said slowly: "I heard that the great hero Zong was determined to fight again, so he felt itchy and took action directly. Now the great hero Zong has been defeated for a while...

..”

Mo Zhi was extremely angry, but he glanced sideways at Yu Xiangwan, who still had a smile on his face. He had no intention to blame or inquire. Mo Zhi secretly thought in his heart: "This competition is nothing."

It’s fair to say that, in this case, I will let you see who is worse..."

He raised his head and said: "The Great Hero Zong is defeated, but you don't care about the injuries behind his back?"

Hearing his recognition, Yu Xiangwan ran forward in a few steps and exclaimed in shock: "Master Zong's injury is so serious, Master Bai Bing, your attack is too heavy!"

But the old Taoist on the stage bent down and whispered: "The 'Six-pole Bone Penetrating Nail' that the old man just issued has no toxins, and Zong Daxia will be fine. It's just that since this gadget is called Six-Ji, it will

It naturally follows the six poles of the human body: Qi, pulses, tendons, flesh, bones, and essence. It travels with the blood and follows the pulse. Although there is no serious problem at the moment, if time is delayed, even I will not be able to cure it.

Already."

Mo Zhi said anxiously: "In that case, why don't you take out the hidden weapon immediately!"

Yu Xiangwan suddenly said at this time: "Young Master Mo, I just said that in a battle in the arena, the winner will be determined by fate. The great hero Zong was injured in this defeat. If you want to be cured, you must first defeat the master of all diseases."

Can."

Mo Zhi thought to himself: "These bastards saw that the great warrior of the sect could not defeat him due to his superb martial arts skills, but they were afraid that he would suddenly come to help, so they resorted to such disgusting tricks..."

He was getting angry with anger in his heart, but his expression remained as usual. Time was precious at this moment, and he was as urgent as a spark. He stood up slowly, and with only a slight support from the side of the ring, he jumped onto the high platform. Yu Xiangwan saw that his movements were light, and he didn't know what he thought of.

, but still frowned.

Mo Zhi stood on the stage and looked at the Taoist priest with a sickly face in front of him. This man was wearing a plain robe and a yellow crown, holding a broom across his hand. He looked like an ordinary Taoist, but his attack just now was cruel and unprecedented.

I have never seen him before, and Mo Zhi is a famous Taoist sect, but he has never heard his teacher mention that there was such a real casual cultivator, so he knew in his heart that the person in front of him was definitely not the right Taoist.

Seeing Mo Zhi's expression changing unpredictably, Taoist Bai Bing raised the dust in his hand and said in a low voice: "Boy, let me show you Yu Xuanzong's kung fu."

Mo Zhi held the long sword in his hand and sneered, "If you want to see the master's martial arts, I'm afraid your fake nose is not up to the mark."

Having said that, without waiting for Taoist Bai Bing's response, he thrust his long sword forward, and the sword first hit the center of his eyebrows. Taoist Bai Bing saw this and sneered: "The little baby is so tender, like you.

Who can be hit by a sword move?"

It turns out that although Mo Zhi's sword came quickly, he spoke it in a straightforward manner. He came in suddenly like a reckless man, leaving no chance at all. Even Yu Xiangwan, who was sitting upright in the audience, couldn't help but shake his head, and Taoist Baibing even shook his head.

He didn't move at all, just a slight tap of his foot, and his body swung sideways, ready for a sword blow from his head.

But Mo Zhi's wrist suddenly shook. The originally straight long sword was now curled sideways like a silver snake. The tip of the sword was swept towards Taoist Bai Bing's side. The old Taoist exclaimed. He originally looked at Mo Zhinian.

Young and young

, he must not have much ability, and looking at the extremely straight sword, it was even more powerful. Therefore, the sword was flowing around at this moment, and he was not aware of it for a moment. He only heard a "chi" sound, and the Taoist robe was actually hit by the sword.

Make an opening.

Mo Zhi secretly sighed in his heart, after all, he had not yet mastered the martial arts. If Master Yong Shaoyu were to use this situation, he would definitely cut the nose of the bull in front of him into flowers.

"What a good boy, you're quite capable!"

Taoist Bai Bing became angry after being frightened, and the cloud broom rolled back, only to see silver threads scattered in the wind time and time again, misty and gathering together, no definite number. Mo Zhi had seen Taoist Sanyun perform the whisking technique in his hands, but Taoist Sanyun's technique was more vigorous.

, the whisk is a very soft thing, but it is also used like a short stick, and the Taoist priest of Baiji looked at the condition of the disease

Lingering, his wrist strength was incomparable, but this whisk in his hand was like turning upside down, the silver thread rolled up in front of his eyes, Mo Zhi slashed it with his long sword, but he didn't know what kind of material this whisk was made of, but he was not afraid of the blade, but sharp.

When the blade reaches the body, a soft strength is generated, and the sword is wrapped in it and it is difficult to extricate itself.

Mo Zhi's footing was unstable, and his wrist seemed to have been snatched by someone with great force. The long sword almost flew out of his hands for a moment. He quickly used his strength to hold on tightly, but he had already lost the first hand. The silk whisk was fluttering out, seemingly weak and insignificant.

, but it caused Mo Zhi's body to involuntarily follow the Baibing Taoist to stagger around.

"The boy has some foundation, what a pity!"

The more Bai Bing Taoist waved, the brighter the look in his eyes became. At this moment, his words seemed to be full of energy, and the force on the whisk naturally became more fierce. Mo Zhi's foot slipped, and his whole body unexpectedly

He was thrown into the air by Taoist Baibing and was about to fall towards the audience.

Mo Zhiren was in mid-air, completely defeated. Suddenly his wrist softened, and the long sword no longer struggled. Instead, it was guided by the force of the fly whisk. The original force of the swing towards the audience was taken advantage of by Mo Zhi, and he was on the edge of the ring.

After drawing a semicircle, Mo Zhi was like a Frisbee and returned to the stage. However, this time he did not wait for Taoist Baibing to speak.

, instead the long sword was moved left and right, the long sword and the silver thread seemed to have become one. The clouds and silk threads like flying snow in the sky became Mo Zhi's hiding place at this moment, and at this moment, the strength on Mo Zhi's sword had already turned into something that seemed to be there.

Ruo Wu's continuous virtual strength, this kind of skill is the "Liuyun Xujin" taught by Ye Xiaoluan in the bamboo forest of Xuanyue Peak.

This Liuyunxu Jin was originally an extremely difficult skill of the Yuxuan Sect, and it was a wonderful skill. The sword was like a flowing cloud, soft but not weak. It was the most soft and strong in the world. No matter what the Baibing Taoist's Yunbroom Kung Fu,

The formula used still cannot escape the word "soft", but in front of Liuyun Xujin, it looks like an old man playing with a naughty child.

Mo Zhi's long sword only turned over a few times, and he had used all the silver threads in the sky for his own use. Instead, it flew back towards Taoist Baibing like a raging wave. No matter how hard the old Taoist held the handle in his hand, it was hard to do anything.

After moving half the offensive, he naturally couldn't figure out how Mo Zhi could turn defeat into victory, but the silver thread in front of his eyes was dazzling, and Mo Zhi's long sword was like a needle hidden in cotton, hidden somewhere, ready to attack suddenly.

He has been fighting against others for many years, and naturally he has a clear mind. If he still doesn't withdraw his hand at this moment, there is only one way to fail. He immediately shrank his withered hand, abandoned the whisk and secretly clasped six mithril needle nails with his backhand.

It was the "six-pole penetrating bone nail" used by Zong Zhengqing in a secret attack just now.

Taoist Bai Bing grinned. For many years, he relied on his cloud broom kung fu and hidden weapon magical powers to survive in the world. Now that the cloud broom has been broken, all his hopes are based on this hidden weapon. He raised his hand and waved the six silver nails instantly.

He tore the whisk's silver wire into pieces and hit the young man straight.
Chapter completed!