This is a very clumsy way of provoking a general and diverting trouble to the east, and one can't help but wonder if Elder Qi has lost his mind. He actually wants to provoke a fight between Wuyue and Wudang. This is simply insulting.
But the reality is very magical. Both Wuyue and Wudang actually accepted the provocation and prepared to take action.
The reason is not difficult to guess. This conference was hosted by the Beggar Clan, and the rules were set by them. Of course, the two factions could let it go, but if so, the Beggar Clan didn't seem to have much to lose. They simply killed Chi Cangping.
, but in this case, wouldn’t the two Wudang and Five Sacred Sects come here in vain?
So even though they were extremely reluctant, they still followed the rules set by Elder Qi, and the outcome was determined in the arena. Although the competition was between Wudang and Wuyue, what they hated most at the moment was the Beggar Gang who came up with the idea.
"Wudang, Feng Ziye, please give me your advice." Feng Ziye came on stage and had no intention of leaving. He stood proudly with his sword, not showing any concern for the people in the Five Mountains who were eager to fight.
"Since Taoist Master Qinghua insists on this, let me come down and learn Wudang swordsmanship."
Tianfeng was not to be outdone. The Muyu Sword was unsheathed, accompanied by a cold light. Being forced back by Wudang Yangzi's sword was a hurdle that he would never be able to overcome. It was a pity that his martial arts was not good, so he could only recover it from the Wudang Seventh Son.
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Seeing their fierce fighting spirit, Elder Qi immediately retreated to the rear and completely gave up the arena to them.
In fact, whether Wuyue and Wudang can fight or not, Elder Qi doesn't care. After all, the gang leader has already decided that even if they really distinguish themselves, Chi Cangping cannot be handed over. This person will be killed by the Beggar Gang.
The reason why the two sides were instigated to fight was purely to cope with the situation, and their leader Lu seemed to like this kind of drama, so Elder Qi naturally had to do what he wanted.
Under the ring, everyone held their breath and concentrated. For the second-rate Jianghu guests, a battle of this level between the Seven Sons of Wudang and the leader of Hengshan was a rare scene, and they were not willing to miss every move.
"Master Tianfeng, I'm offended."
On the ring, Feng Ziye was the first to take action. He stepped on thunderous feet, unsheathed the sword in his hand, and pointed it directly at Tianfeng's face.
At Tian Feng's feet, his body rose into the sky like floating clouds, and then he flipped around. The Mu Yu Sword in his hand hung upside down and stabbed downwards. A form of secluded forest blocking the sun came out in response, and the chaotic sword energy fell like a winter shower.
Feng Ziye froze his body, dancing like a flower with the sword in his hand, blocking the flying swords one by one. Then he suddenly changed the sword to his left hand, turned his wrist and put it behind his back, and turned his free right palm in front of his chest.
Tai Chi, one stroke after another, and a sudden palm push, it is the Wudang Pure Yang Palm.
He raised his palm to the sky and broke through the sword rain. Tianfeng pointed his sword at the Gang Qi, using the force, his body fell backwards like a spinning tent. His eyes focused on it, and the Qi condensed on Mu Yu's sword again.
The sword swept across and caused thousands of waves. It was a move with a phantom blade hanging forward.
The confused sword gang turned into an illusory formation, hiding Tianfeng's figure. Feng Ziye stood in the sword formation like a strong pine, his eyes coldly scanning the surrounding sword energy that was ready to strike.
A soft whistle sounded, and Tianfeng struck out with a sword from Feng Ziye's back. The sword light in the illusory formation flickered and disappeared, making people dizzy.
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Feng Ziye noticed the murderous intention behind him, but he did not look back. Instead, he held the sword and raised it high. The sword fell straight towards his feet, and a small light suddenly appeared on the tip of the sword, and then in an instant
It spread outward more than three feet, condensing into a spherical shield around him, with countless sword angs protruding like spikes on it.
Tianfeng's sword fell on the protective shield, and his sword energy penetrated it like a mud dragon entering the sea. It turned into nothingness in an instant, and then a violent counterattack force came along the sword body.
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Tianfeng was shocked. At the critical moment, he immediately let go of the sword and pushed out a flying light palm with both palms, resisting the backlash of the sword energy.
The terrifying force caused Tianfeng to retreat more than ten steps, and the Muyu Sword also drew an arc in the air, spun down, and inserted into the table several feet behind him.
Tianfeng felt secretly resentful in his heart. He looked at Feng Ziye who turned around and said with great fear: "It is rumored that the Wudang Sect has a magical power to protect the body. Could it be this?"
"Wudang, Supreme God Gang." Feng Ziye said neither humble nor arrogantly.
"Good skills and good means."
Tianfeng's expression was uncertain: "Everyone in the world knows that the Seven Wudang Sons are excellent in swordsmanship, but they never thought that Taoist Master Qinghua is better at fists and kicks."
This is actually a misunderstanding, because the Wudang Seven Sons are famous for relying on the Zhenwu Seven Sections Formation, and the Zhenwu Seven Sections Formation is also a sword formation, so people in the world think that the Wudang Seven Sons are all swordsman masters, but this is not the case.
For example, Qinghua Taoist Master Feng Ziye's swordsmanship is actually mediocre, and his martial arts skills are actually more about fists and feet, such as palm skills, and the body-protecting aura.
Tianfeng suffered a loss in terms of intelligence, but he can't be blamed, because Feng Ziye didn't make many moves, and his fame in the world depended more on the aura of the Seven Wudang Sons than on his own chivalrous deeds, so few people knew about it.
This Qinghua Taoist priest is actually not good at using a sword.
At this point in the fight, Tianfeng had actually lost. His Muyu Sword was knocked away. Half of the Hengshan School's martial arts skills were superior to swordsmanship. If the fight continued, he would definitely lose.
But he was unwilling to leave the stage in such a disgraceful state, but others would not give him face. In fact, the first people to jump out and cause trouble at this time were his own people from Wuyue.
"Master Qinghua is good at martial arts. Taishan Hao Bansheng is here. Please give me some advice!"
Hao Bansheng didn't care about Feng's gloomy expression that day, and jumped onto the ring with his sword in hand. The moment he landed on the stage, he raised the sword high above his head, and then slashed it down with all his strength. The sword light was several feet long.
Brilliant and eye-catching.
What a great move to break the gap with gold!
Due to the gravity of Taishan's swordsmanship, the sword fell with a bang, and the explosion shook all directions. The person with low martial arts only felt dizzy for a while.
Feng Ziye did not dare to be careless and used the Supreme Divine Gang again to withstand the sword.
"What a turtle shell."
Feeling the repulsive power coming from the sword, Hao Bansheng glanced at Feng Ziye in surprise. The hedgehog-like Gang Qi shield seemed to have no flaws at all, making it impossible for him to attack.
But Hao Bansheng didn't believe in evil. He took five or six steps in a row, jumped into the air, and slashed his sword in the air without any fancy. The sword light collided with the Gang Qi, and there was a sound of metal and stone colliding. His arms were sore and numb.
It made him grit his teeth.
"I don't believe it."
Hao Bansheng struck out seventeen or eighty swords in a row. Taishan's sword technique was a two-handed sword, powerful and heavy. Every time the sword landed on the Gang Qi shield, everyone felt that the collision sound was like a drum beating in their ears.
The water overflows when it is full, and the moon waxes and wanes. Nothing in the world is perfect, and all martial arts must have flaws. Hao Bansheng persevered and slashed with his sword. Feng Ziye planned to wait for work and never fought back.
This seemed to be turning into a protracted battle of attrition, but perhaps the battle between Hao Bansheng and Feng Ziye attracted so much attention that everyone forgot that Tianfeng was still on the stage at this time.
Seeing Hao Bansheng circling Feng Ziye's turtle shell in circles, Tianfeng's eyes became deeper and deeper. He glanced vaguely at Lu Hanjiang in the audience, who gave him a meaningful smile.
Tianfeng narrowed his eyes, and his hand slowly grasped the Mu Yu sword inserted on the stage. Before anyone could react, he suddenly pulled out the sword and turned around to kill quickly.