Da Song Mingyue http://www./0_1/ The latest work of the Great God of Xiaoxiaosheng in Southern Hunan! "Can the guardian of the Hundred Poison God Sect compete with the entire martial arts world with just the poisonous smoke?" Shi Zhifa said

Looking at the woman in front of him, he said calmly and calmly, highlighting his unshakable demeanor.

"Don't think that you won't be poisoned by holding your breath. What we used just now is the poisonous treasure 'on the touch'. As long as it touches the skin, it will be poisoned." Di Zun said proudly.

As soon as these words came out, the whole venue was boiling again. White smoke popped up, and everyone's first reaction was to hold their breath and concentrate. When the white smoke dissipated, everyone did a little luck and found that there were no symptoms of poisoning before they dared to be so calm. But now they heard

This is a terrible poison that is "on the verge of breaking out", and everyone can no longer sit still.

The "trigger-trigger" poison is very overbearing. Apart from taking the antidote in advance, there is basically no way to avoid poisoning, because its main route of transmission is through skin contact. However, this poison has a disadvantage in that it takes effect late and cannot be

Immediate effect. "Trigger" is rarely used in the world, because the poison itself is very precious. This time the Hundred Poison God Sect got so many "Trigger", but it was a big deal.

"Fellow martial arts comrades, don't panic!" Shi Zhifa's bell-like voice sounded again, and the calmness in his tone made people feel inexplicably reassured.

"Old man Shi, why are you still unwilling to admit defeat? As long as you Yixing is captured, I will give you the antidote, how about it?" Di Zun sneered and talked about the conditions.

"There is no need for the antidote. I believe that none of the martial arts comrades here need to take the antidote." Shi Zhifa said with a smile, with undoubted confidence in his tone.

As soon as Shi Zhifa finished speaking, the entire venue fell silent, and everyone gradually regained their previous trust in Yixingmen.

"What?" Di Zun had an ominous premonition in her heart, but she refused to admit defeat and said, "This is impossible!"

"The Yixing Sect members obey the order and quickly capture the Bai Du Shen Cult rebels." Shi Zhifa ordered, and the well-trained Yixing Sect members quickly entered the venue from the outside and surrounded the Bai Du Shen Sect members under the ring.

Some Yixing Sect members rushed to the ring and surrounded the three Di Zuns.

"With just these few people?" Di Zun said mockingly, "Does Yixingmen think too highly of itself?"

"Move!" Shi Zhifa ordered, and the Yixing sect members fought with the Hundred Poison God Cult members. However, as soon as the Hundred Poison God Cult disciples used their internal strength, they suddenly curled up and wailed in pain, as if they had been hit.

What a powerful poison. The Yixingmen stepped forward without hesitation and restrained them effortlessly.

"What's going on?" Di Zun watched in shock as her subordinate was easily captured. She glared at the Yixing disciples who were gradually approaching her. She secretly channeled her inner strength. The air around her suddenly became cold, and the cold air emanating from her whole body was strong.

The internal force of his body struck hard at the Yixing disciples who were surrounding him.

"Not good!" The Yixing East Envoy and the Yixing West Envoy who were closer to her flew forward to protect those Yixing Clan members who were knocked to the ground by the cold air.

After mobilizing her internal strength, Di Zun covered her chest and slowly fell to the ground. Her body swayed a few times and finally passed out from the severe pain. The two gang members behind her were not much better.

He was curled up in pain and rolling on the ground.

Shi Zhifa felt very sad when he saw the Yixing disciples who had suffered frostbite and shock injuries from the cold air, and told the Yixing South envoy to have people take good care of them.

The sudden change made the martial arts people present feel alarmed and looked at Yixingmen with admiration.

"What on earth is going on?" Many sects started discussing.

"Everyone in the martial arts community is shocked. We have noticed the strange movements of the Hundred Poison God Sect before, and secretly changed the poisonous smoke bombs they prepared, and switched to a drug that causes the members of the Hundred Poison God Sect to inhale the poison and become poisonous. And this drug

It is harmless to us ordinary people, please rest assured." Shi Zhifa explained.

"Yes, there is no discomfort in our transportation capacity."

"No unusual feeling."

"What kind of medicine is that, so magical?"

"Is it restrained by something in the body of the Hundred Poison Cult members?"

Faced with everyone's questions and speculations, Shi Zhifa did not give any further explanation. He asked the Yixing clan to quickly clean up the venue.

Everyone discussed for a long time but did not come to any conclusion. They only felt that Yixingmen had vast magical powers and was omnipotent.

After a while, Shi Zhifa calmed everyone down and said: "It's getting late, and the martial arts competition has officially begun. Please invite everyone to fight each other! The purpose of the competition is to exchange the essence of martial arts. Don't let it hurt the harmony.

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As soon as he finished speaking, the whole venue became excited again. Everyone turned their attention from the sudden change just now to the martial arts competition, and the disciples of each sect were eager to try.

Ling'er was still thinking about what happened just now. She guessed whether the smoke was related to the "Huanghuocao". She knew the nature of the "Huanghuocao" very well, but there was something in the bodies of the Hundred Poison God Cult members that would interact with the "Huanghuocao".

What about "Fire Grass"? Suddenly, an idea flashed in Ling'er's mind. Could it be "Hundred Day Powder"? But she didn't know much about "Hundred Day Powder". "It seems I have to go back and look through the book."

"Ling'er thought with shame.

When Ling'er returned his attention to the arena, Shi Zhifa was no longer there, and the four Yixing envoys were standing at the lower corners of the arena.

There was a young man about twenty-seven or eighty years old on the ring. This man Ling'er had seen before, he was a disciple of the Taiyue Sect. He cupped his fists and saluted everyone, and said: "I am a disciple of the Taiyue Sect, Min Yunlong."

At this time, another young man jumped onto the ring, cupped his fists and said, "Luo Zian, a disciple of the Wangwu Sect, is asking you for some sword skills."

When Min Yunlong heard that the other party was from the Wangwu sect, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing a disdainful smile, and said: "Please."

The Wangwu Sect is a small sect in the world, with little reputation. Naturally, its martial arts cannot be compared with the Taiyue Sect, which is famous for its swordsmanship. It is understandable for Taiyue Sect disciples to look down on each other.

Luo Zian didn't seem to take Min Yunlong's disdain seriously. He politely responded: "Please."

Unexpectedly, before Luo Zian could finish his words, the opponent had already drawn his sword and charged towards him. Luo Zian responded calmly and drew out his sword to block the opponent's blow.

Taiyue School's sword style is famous for its fast and ruthless swordsmanship. The sword moves are neat and crisp, and the defense and attack are crisscrossed, and the advance and retreat are appropriate. Among the younger generation of disciples of Taiyue School, Min Yunlong's swordsmanship is particularly outstanding. On the ring, his

One attack and one defense, one advance and one retreat, a steady and unambiguous attack.

Luo Zian, on the other hand, was completely passive in the fight, taking advantage of every move, and really had no swordsmanship at all. Everyone in the audience was inevitably a little disappointed in this swordsmanship competition with a huge disparity in strength.

Suddenly, Luo Zian took advantage of Min Yunlong's retreat, slightly bent his knees, lowered his body's center of gravity, stepped forward with his waist as his axis, and stabbed straight out with his sword.

Min Yunlong saw that the opponent's sword moves were soft and slow, with no lethality. He felt even more disdainful and swung his sword to block.

Unexpectedly, Luo Zian's move was a false move. He bent his left leg, shifted his center of gravity backward, then turned his upper body slightly to the right, raised his right toes and swung outwards. At the same time, he held the sword in his right hand and bent his elbow to the right, drawing an arc backward to the right rear of his body.

, thrust forward again.

Min Yunlong did not expect this move. He missed every move, swayed, and narrowly avoided the swords that came one after another. He sighed in his heart, "What a risk!" He felt that it was his negligence that allowed the opponent to take advantage of the loophole.

, still not putting the other party on

In his eyes, he hurriedly took a step back and attacked with a "Shocking Sweep" move. Unexpectedly, the opponent bent his right leg, shifted his center of gravity to the right, and easily avoided his rush attack, and his "Shocking Sweep" move

But like a mud cow entering the sea, it is lost in the other party.

Not to mention the lethality, the sword moves no longer existed. He was anxious, and his footwork was messed up. He actually allowed the opponent to take advantage of the situation and use the move "Pull the Clouds to See the Sun", and then he was beaten to death by the move "Strike Huashan".

Take a few steps back. In his heart

He was horrified. The opponent's moves seemed light and soft, but they had the ability to overcome hardness with softness. They seemed soothing, but they had the power of mountains and rivers. They were continuous and continuous. One move followed another, making him tired of dealing with it, resulting in chaos and confusion.

All the martial arts people present could see clearly that if Luo Zian had not intended to give in, Min Yunlong would have been defeated long ago.

This swordsmanship competition was no longer boring, but climaxed one after another. However, this wonderful swordfight did not win the applause of everyone. The venue was surprisingly quiet, not for any other reason, but because everyone was attracted by Luo Zian's wonderful sword moves.

I was so attracted that I even forgot to cheer.

Back and forth, the two exchanged more than ten rounds. Luo Zian's calmness and calmness, Min Yunlong's unpreparedness, Luo Zian's graceful and unrestrained sword moves, and Min Yunlong's embarrassing sword moves all formed a sharp contrast.

I don't know who said "Okay!" Everyone woke up from the wonderful showdown and cheered loudly and clapped.

Min Yunlong was extremely anxious. No matter what powerful moves he used, they were all reduced to nothing by the opponent, and he could not use his strength at all. Finally, he sighed, gave up the useless struggle, sheathed his sword and said, "I am willing to accept the defeat."

Luo Zian also sheathed his sword and said with a smile: "Cheng Rang." This smile was sincere and did not mean the slightest bit of ridicule.

Seeing that the other party was so calm, Min Yunlong asked: "I wonder what kind of sword technique this is?"

Luo Zian replied: "It is the 'Mianyun Sword' recently created by our leader."

Min Yunlong praised: "It's really amazing!"

Ling'er watched this wonderful competition without any hesitation. She was very interested in the swordsmanship of using softness to overcome strength and using stillness to stop. She carefully wrote down every move she saw, hoping to learn it for Zixin in the future.

Practice it again and let your friends appreciate this wonderful move that is both physical and spiritual, as well as calming and relaxing.

The venue could not be calm for a long time, and everyone commented endlessly on the wonders of the newly created swordsmanship of Shicai Wangwu Sect.

"The Wangwu Sect will definitely become famous this time and become one of the great sects in the world." I don't know who said this, but Ling'er could hear it clearly even though he was far away.

In fact, this is true. The Wangwu Sect wanted to use this meeting of martial arts heroes to demonstrate this newly created swordsmanship to martial arts people, so as to enhance the sect's status in the world. However, these words were spoken like this.
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