martial arts super agent

Chapter 117 Who is the master
Murong Feng had fought more than 200 moves with Abbot Zhengming.

The two had never fought against each other before, and Murong Feng had never participated in a martial arts tournament, so everyone didn't know his true strength.

But now in the competition, Murong Feng's [Dog Beating Stick Technique] showed amazingly clever moves.

Abbot Zhengming has gradually fallen into a disadvantage.

[Fu Moshen Fist! 】He took the initiative to change his moves, with a murderous look in his eyes, and he punched continuously with both fists, releasing a lot of blue fist power.

Murong Feng did not dodge, but twirled the long stick in his hand, urging [Dionysian Mind Method].

His whole body reeked of alcohol, as if he was drunk, and even his cheeks turned red.

"Boom!" Abbot Zhengming's punch was also bounced off abruptly.

But his offensive didn't end, he jumped up in the air, and hit with both fists, punching hundreds of punches.

Murong Feng continued to dodge and move around, avoiding punches, and at the same time found an opportunity to swing the long stick diagonally with his backhand.

"Crack!" He hit Abbot Zhengming's chest three times in a row, knocking down the body-protecting zhenqi of the [Yi Jin Jing], and also knocked Abbot Zhengming to the ground.

Abbot Zhengming fell there sideways, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and the murderous look in his eyes slowly dissipated.

Murong Feng, on the other hand, sat down on the ground as if he was drunk, and sighed: "Hehe, the old man is lucky."

After being stunned for a moment, the crowd began to cheer loudly.

Abbot Zhengming also stood up and put his palms together: "Hero Murong's martial arts are superb, and the poor monk admires him."

Murong Feng waved his hand: "It's all God's will, I didn't think of it myself, I thought I couldn't beat you."

The two immediately turned around and walked away.

Zhao Longyuan watched from the side, he had nothing to say to the admiration of Murong Feng.

The two strongest masters in the last martial arts conference, the head of Wudang, Dong Guosheng, and the abbot of Shaolin Zhengming both lost, which made him lament the vicissitudes of the world.

But this also made Zhao Longyuan excited.

The third duel began at this time.

Sima Kong and Ma Canyang walked over slowly.

Ma Canyang was the first to bow his hands: "Sima is the head of the sect, I have offended you."

Sima Kong calmly said, "You're welcome, you and I are both people of the right path, and it's best to learn from each other."

【Snow melting swordsmanship! 】 Before he finished speaking, Ma Canyang swung his long sword, releasing a large amount of ice sword energy, like a snowstorm blowing from the sky, covering a large area.

【Ethereal Sword Technique! 】The long knife in Sima Kong's hand flew up and down, swaying from side to side, fierce and agile, and used the sword energy to disperse the opponent's ice sword energy.

"Bang bang bang!" For a moment, the two confronted each other across the air, and the battle was fierce.

Sima Kong's sword skills became more and more powerful, and he seemed to have endless strength.

Ma Canyang's sword moves began to slow down due to the consumption of a lot of internal energy.

His mood became impatient because of this, and he wanted to win.

And Simakong didn't care about the martial arts leader, he just came to enjoy the fun of the martial arts competition, so naturally there was no pressure.

Under the circumstances, the gap between the two men's martial arts began to appear.

Ma Canyang continued to strengthen his offensive, but with little success.

However, Sima Kong was able to do a job with ease, completely gaining the upper hand.

I saw him spinning the big ring knife in his hand, releasing a series of whirlwinds of the knife.

Ma Canyang's icy sword energy was blocked by the whirlwind, so he couldn't get close.

Simakong also took advantage of the opportunity to come behind the opponent, swiping his saber and slashing repeatedly.

Ma Canyang hastily turned around to resist.

Sima Kong suddenly changed his moves and swept the opponent's chest with his sword.

The knife flashed, Ma Canyang's chest was cut open, and a knife wound appeared.

"Bah!" Blood flowed out, and he also clutched his chest and backed away, not making any more moves.

Sima Kong cupped his hands and said, "Master Ma, I won today's battle by luck."

Ma Canyang sighed: "It's because I care too much about the outcome, and I can't calm down."

After speaking, he turned and walked down.

The crowd cheered again.

As a result, only Bailiqing, Murong Feng, and Simakong remained among the six masters.

This result is something that most people have never thought of before.

The same is true for Zhao Longyuan.

But he likes this situation very much. It's like watching a close football game in the real world. Until the last moment, it is impossible to know who will win.

Abbot Zhengming clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, everyone just saw that three masters stand out and are going to have a final duel!"

After speaking, the three drew lots again.

The results came out quickly.

Bai Liqing confronts Sima Kong.

The winner of the two will compete with Murong Feng.

Both Bailiqing and Simakong stood in the middle of the field.

Everyone's eyes were also watching them closely, not daring to neglect them in the slightest.

Zhao Longyuan sat there relaxed, enjoying this interesting duel.

After the exercise and breath adjustment just now, Baili Qing's internal strength has been restored.

He also said at this time: "Master Sima, it is really unexpected that you and I have come to this point, so no matter who of us wins, it is a great thing."

Simakong nodded: "That's right. Last time I wanted to compete for the leader of the martial arts alliance, but I couldn't succeed no matter what. This time I went into battle lightly, but it has such an effect. I really deserve the saying that luck is unpredictable."

Bailiqing nodded slightly, drew his sword out of its sheath, and cast [Phantom Sword Art] again.

Simakong also used [Empty Spirit Saber Technique] to challenge the opponent.

Bailiqing's sword moves continued continuously, and the sword light struck one after another like countless phantoms.

Sima Kong was calm and fierce, with few moves, but flexible enough to block the opponent's attack.

"Clang, clang!" The swords collided together, and sparks flew everywhere.

Baili Qing's wrists were numb from the shock, and she secretly admired it in her heart.

Simakong was so shaken by the opponent's sword move that he couldn't judge and was at a loss.

The two fought dozens of moves in this way, regardless of the outcome.

Bailiqing took the lead in changing his moves, and continuously lowered his long sword, attacking the opponent's lower body.Jian Guang also turned into countless phantoms, like dozens of Bailiqing attacking from all around.

Simakong twirled the big ring knife in his hand.Once again set off a whirlwind with knife air.

Three whirlwinds swirled around him, and with a "bang!", Bailiqing was sent flying.

Sima Kong held the sword with both hands and took advantage of the situation to charge forward and slash diagonally.

With a flash of the saber, Bailiqing was stabbed in the left shoulder.

"Hmm!" If Sima Kong hadn't saved some strength, Baili Qing would have become a one-armed hero.

Sima Kong immediately put away his sword and retreated.

Bailiqing also tapped the acupoints to stop the bleeding, and said with a smile, "Master Sima's sword technique has already reached perfection."

Simakong shook his head: "I can't see your sword move clearly at all, I just use my saber energy to forcibly defend, if you break the move, I will lose too, you don't have to be polite."

The cheers of the crowd sounded again, and the Xuandaomen disciples shouted even louder.

Zhao Longyuan was also applauding, he only hated that there were no melon seeds beside him, so that he could watch while eating.

Baili Qing turned around and left, and Murong Feng came over.

The crazy old man laughed: "I didn't expect that even though I am over 60 years old, I would have the opportunity to be the leader of the martial arts league. Haha, it's really interesting."

Sima Kong nodded: "Yes, Hero Murong, you have a good chance."

As he spoke, he swung his knife and rushed over.

(End of this chapter)