In the field, Yin Tianzheng and Kong Zhi fought dozens of moves, each using their best moves, but they were unable to defeat the other.
Kong Zhi's dragon claw hand moves one after another in succession. Although there are few changes, it is fierce and ruthless. However, Yin Tianzheng's eagle claw grasping hand is not a vegetarian. Although it is not as powerful as the dragon claw hand, it is still powerful.
The advantage is that there are so many changes, so two people can compete equally.
Even so, Yin Tianzheng was secretly worried, because his wound was bleeding again and his physical strength was disappearing rapidly. If he continued to fight Kong Zhi, he would definitely lose.
But what he didn't expect was that after Kong Zhi finished his last move of "Defense Posture", he immediately withdrew and said, "Amitabha, the Eagle Claw Grappler is truly worthy of his reputation. I am ashamed of myself."
Everyone was stunned for a moment. They were fighting well, but they suddenly felt ashamed. They didn't understand what he was ashamed of.
"Master..." Yin Tianzheng was about to speak, but Kong Zhi shook his head again and said: "Donor Yin's injury has occurred. If we continue to compete, we will only be defeated." Then he retreated.
"Sir, this eagle claw gripper is really comparable to the dragon claw gripper!" Lianxing exclaimed in surprise.
Murong Fu shook his head slightly and explained: "No, the eagle claw hand is still inferior to the dragon claw hand. The reason why the two of them ended up in a draw is just because Yin Tianzheng has practiced this martial art to an extremely high level, and
Kongzhi possesses several special skills, but the dragon claw hand is only one of them. The fire is not enough. If it were performed by Na Kongxing or Xuancheng, Yin Tianzheng might not be able to defeat it. Similarly, if it were performed by another person,
Even an eagle claw grabber is no match for Kong Zhi."
Kong Zhi cares about his reputation and does not want to take advantage of others' danger, but others may not care. Many people in various sects have become ready to take action. At this time, Yin Tianzheng's face is pale and his complexion is extremely poor. Maybe as long as he sends one or two more
If you are a master, you can defeat it and enjoy the reputation of "defeating the White-browed Eagle King".
Song Yuanqiao was about to step forward when He Taichong hurriedly said: "He has admired Senior Eagle King for a long time, so let's give it to He for now!"
The Huashan sect was not happy when Xianyu Tongdeng was there, and said with a smile: "Master He, our Huashan sect made little effort when we went up the mountain, and I feel deeply ashamed. Let the Huashan sect take the lead in this battle!"
"Elder Xian is too humble. A lot of demons from the Demon Cult died at the hands of your sect along the way. Besides, as a military advisor, Elder Xian's greatest contribution is to make suggestions!" He Taichong defended.
For a moment, the two people started arguing regardless of their appearance. Master Kongwen and Master Miejie who wanted to speak were unable to say anything. As for Yue Buqun of the Huashan Sect, he looked calm and calm.
He wiped the sword in his hand carefully, as if the argument between the two had nothing to do with him.
"Old Yin, let me, Tang Wenliang, come and meet you!" Suddenly a loud shout came, and a short old man jumped out from the Kongtong faction and landed lightly in front of Yin Tianzheng.
He Taichong and Xian Yutong immediately turned pale and cursed in their hearts, "Treacherous!"
When Yin Tianzheng saw that this man was Tang Wenliang, one of the Five Elders of Kongtong, he immediately felt like a tiger was bullied by a dog when he fell into the sun. He gave him a contemptuous look and said, "It's up to you!"
Tang Wenliang was furious when he saw that he looked down on him, but he did not lose his mind. He knew in his heart that a dying tiger is still a tiger.
He glanced at Yin Tianzheng and his ribs were already blood-red. As long as he fought with him for an hour and a half, Yin Tianzheng would fall down without taking any action.
With a plan in mind, Tang Wenliang immediately reached out with his right foot, ducked to Yin Tianzheng's side, and punched him towards the injured area with two punches, looking very powerful.
Yin Tianzheng immediately turned sideways and counter-hooked, but Tang Wenliang had already withdrawn his fist and jumped behind Yin Tianzheng. It turned out that he was just making a feint.
Yin Tianzheng was startled for a moment, and then he understood Tang Wenliang's plan. He sneered secretly in his heart and had an angry look on his face.
After fighting for several rounds, Yin Tianzheng's face turned extremely pale, and he suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground.
When everyone in the Ming Cult saw that Yin Tianzheng seemed to be really exhausted, they couldn't help but shout in unison, "Eagle King!"
Tang Wenliang was immediately overjoyed. He flew up, punched down twice in the air, and shouted: "Old man with white eyebrows, I want you to die at the hands of me, Tang Wenliang, today!"
The people of the six major sects couldn't help but sigh with regret. They didn't know whether they were regretful that they didn't get this reputation, or they were regretful that a generation of top masters was about to fall.
"How dare you, Shuzi!" It was Wei Yixiao who shouted.
He was about to get up, but was pulled back by Yang Xiao, "Look carefully!".
Wei Yixiao took a closer look and saw that although Yin Tianzheng was lying down, his posture was quite strange. His right hand was tilted upward, which was perfect for dealing with enemies attacking from the air. It was extremely clever.
Sure enough, the next moment, only a scream was heard, followed by two "cracks", and Tang Wenliang's arms were broken by Yin Tianzheng.
"Stop it!" The remaining four elders of Kongtong shouted in unison, and immediately jumped out, but just halfway there, there were two more "cracks", and Tang Wenliang's legs were also broken. Finally, a bang
With a bang, Yin Tianzheng was thrown ten feet away, unable to move.
The four elders of Kongtong were immediately furious, "Yin Tianzheng, you are seeking death!"
Immediately, the four punched at the same time, with different punches, some were fierce, some were soft, some were horizontal, and some were straight forward, but they all had one thing in common, the punches were amazing and powerful.
"Seven Injury Fist!" Yin Tianzheng glanced at the Four Elders of Kongtong. In normal times, he would not have cared about the Four Elders of Kongtong at all, but now that his internal strength and physical strength have been exhausted, it may be difficult to resist.
Sighing silently, Yin Tianzheng secretly mobilized his remaining inner strength, preparing to drag one or two of them to death together.
"Yang Zuoshi, why hasn't that person come yet?" Wei Yixiao asked anxiously.
At this moment, there was a "swipe" sound, and a bulging black bag suddenly flew up from behind the Budai monk.
Before anyone could react, the bag flew over everyone's heads at lightning speed and stopped in front of Yin Tianzheng, just in time to block the attack of the Four Elders of Kongtong.
The four elders of Kongtong felt that their fists were as powerful as a mud cow entering the sea, and they hit a soft spot. They couldn't help being slightly stunned, but the next moment, a masculine and hot force came from the bag, and the four of them hurriedly closed their fists and stepped back a little.
Everyone looked at this magical bag that suddenly appeared inexplicably.
In particular, the high-ranking officials of the Ming Cult all recognized that this was the bag of Qiankun Qi that Budai monk couldn't explain, and couldn't help but look at it with questioning expressions.
But I can't just focus on my own baby bag, so I can't think of explaining anything to everyone.
"Who is this demon who is pretending to be a ghost? Come out and die quickly!" Guan Neng shouted, but he did not dare to move his hands. After all, the power that just came from the bag was many times stronger than his own.
There was no response from the bag, but the green and black bag became more and more bulging.
"No, retreat!" Zong Weixia shouted and retreated violently.
The other three people and Yin Tianzheng, who had a slightly confused face, also realized something and immediately stepped back.
The next moment, there was a loud "bang", the bag turned into pieces, strong wind blew up, and even the spectators who were several feet away felt a hot breath rushing towards them.
Among the four veterans in Kongtong, only Zong Weixia saw the opportunity quickly and jumped away from a distance. The other three were pushed into a doggy style by the force of the hot pursuit.
However, Yin Tianzheng, who was closer, was not affected at all.
It's hard to tell that the look on his face was full of distress, "My universe is a bag of energy..."
Even Murong Fu couldn't help but sigh, "What a pity!"
The material of this Qiankun Yiqi bag is wonderful, it is not silk or leather, and it cannot be broken by ordinary swords. It can be regarded as a rare treasure. What intrigued Murong Fu the most was that the Qiankun Yiqi bag also had the magical effect of helping people break through the martial arts.
If you don't need it yourself, you can give it to your subordinates.
With the strong wind, after the rags dispersed, everyone looked towards the center of the field and saw a handsome young man standing where the bag exploded. His eyes were full of energy and his aura was fluctuating. It was obvious that he had just broken through some kind of internal skill bottleneck.
Seeing this scene, Murong Fu didn't know that the man in the scene was the famous Zhang Wuji. After thinking about it for a moment, he understood that it must be that after bringing Zhang Wuji to Guangmingding, Yuan Zhen did not attack the masters of the Ming Cult.
It has always been said that things should not be locked in a bag, but just now it was because Yin Tianzheng's life was threatened that he was stimulated to break through the entrance and break out of the bag.
"That's not right!" Murong Fu suddenly got excited. Since Yuan Zhen's sneak attack didn't happen, why did the Ming Cult masters look like they were seriously injured? But even though they were several feet away, he could still clearly feel Yang Xiao and others.
The weak aura on the person's body was definitely not fake, and for a moment I felt strange.
"It's you!" Master Miejie looked at the young man in the field, and a look of surprise flashed across her face. She was not surprised at why the young man appeared here, but was shocked by the aura of the young man.
You must know that a few days ago, this young man was kidnapped by the Emei Sect. Later, he revealed his deep inner strength to save the demon sect, but it was not as exaggerated as it is now. Unexpectedly, in a short period of time, the young man actually opened up the Ren and Du's second channel, and his aura
He is so strong and highly qualified, even though Master Miejie is so arrogant, he can't help but feel a little ashamed.
Naturally, Zhang Wuji first looked in the direction of the Emei Sect. He first glanced at Zhou Zhiruo without leaving any trace, and then looked at Master Jue, raised his hands and bowed, "I've met Master."
Master Miejie snorted coldly and ignored him.
"Boy, who are you?" Guan Neng from Kongtong No. 4 Middle School shouted at Zhang Wuji. He was hit hard and fell to the ground, and his face was very ugly.
Zhang Wuji glanced at Guan Neng and replied lightly, "My name is Zeng Aniu!"
Then he walked up to Yin Tianzheng and placed a palm on his vest, sending inner energy into his body continuously.
Ever since Yin Tianzheng saw this young man for the first time, he felt an indescribable feeling of intimacy. In addition, this young man clearly stepped forward to save himself, so the young man was not on guard when he got close. At this time, he felt a strange feeling.
A warm inner force made my body tremble, and I looked at the young man strangely. (To be continued)