Boil the heavens

"Good idea!" Huang Yaoshi praised.

"Hehe... Guys, are you underestimating Qiu Qianren? This guy's Iron Palm is probably better than Shangguan Jiannan!" At this time, Ouyang Feng, who had been silent all this time, suddenly sneered.

How can such a top expert be accepted as he wants?

"You old poison...Actually, the old beggar thinks that it would be better for Master Yideng to take you in. You bastard is full of venom, and you really need to purify it." Hong Qigong responded rather stiffly.

"Old beggar, do you want to start the fight now?" Inspired, Ouyang Feng was not someone to mess with.

"Okay, both of you, we're going to do one sooner or later, why rush? Let's watch the show first, and see how many masters have emerged in the world in the past 20 years." Seeing that Hong Qigong wanted to toughen Ouyang Feng, Yan Fei interrupted.

Sitting firmly on the high platform, when the few people were talking, the five major arenas below had already started to compete.

The initial competitions were just some small shrimps, nothing to see, but gradually as more and more eliminated, real masters began to appear on stage, and the competition became more and more exciting.

Central ring.

Famous Sword Villa Yi Yun is against Jin Zizai of the Golden Knife Gate.

"Master Yi, please enlighten me." Facing Yi Yun, who was dressed in white and held a long sword, who was simple and simple but had a powerful sword aura, Jin Zizai cupped his fists and attacked first.

The golden knife is waving, the shadow of the knife is all over the sky, the golden light is shining, dazzling.

"Although it's a bit gimmicky, the speed of the sword is extraordinary." Rubbing his eyes, Yan Fei agreed with Jin Zizai's sword technique.

Facing the light of Jin Zizai's sword that filled the sky, Yi Yun, who was in his early thirties, said nothing. The long sword in his hand was unsheathed. In an instant, the light of the sword flashed, and eight strange sword shadows appeared on the tip of the sword, dancing with the long sword in his hand. , the eight swords rotated into a sword wheel, sweeping across the sky.

Where the sword wheel passes, the light of the sword is completely broken!

Taking advantage of the situation, he stabbed Jin Zizai's wrist with a sword, and the golden knife fell to the ground. Yi Yun said flatly, "I've accepted it!"

From the beginning to the end, it was clean and tidy, and its strength made people look sideways.

Withdrawing his gaze from Jin Zizai, he looked at Yan Fei. As a swordsman, Yan Fei was his real goal.

"How about the Eight Swords of Famous Sword Villa?" Hong Qigong asked with a smile.

"That's right. The moment he drew his sword just now, Pindao felt his saber tremble slightly. Although it was still weak, he had already comprehended the sword intent. It was the sword intent of the domineering Wan Jian surrender. This Yi Yun is incredible." Yan Fei commented.

In the next match, the Shaolin sage Du Sheng will quickly cut Wu Liu against the six gates.

"Amitabha, please benefactor." After reciting the Buddha's name, the white-bearded and white-browed Du Sheng asked Wu Liu to attack first.

Wu Liu, who knew very well that the other party was powerful, was not polite, and slashed towards Du Sheng with a long knife.

Also with a knife, Wu Liu's knife is much more simple than Jin Zizao's. The light of the knife flashes like a phantom. What's more, the blade is full of evil blood, and the blood is thick. In the light of the knife, people with weak spirits It was like being in the middle of a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​blood. Before the sword arrived, Sen Leng's sword light was the first to kill the enemy's resistance.

"Although the benefactor is in a public position, it is inevitable to fight, but please try to control the murderous intention, kill less, and not kill. Such a strong blood evil spirit will only make the benefactor suffer."

Wading through the mountain of swords and sea of ​​blood, Du Sheng seemed to be indestructible as a diamond, he resisted Wu Liu's sword light head-on, while persuading softly, he pushed out with a light palm, hitting Wu Liu's chest.

Flying upside down, landing without injury, Wu Liu clasped his fists in thanks.

"The master of Yi Jin Jing is not easy for this old monk!" Huang Yaoshi said solemnly.

"It's not just this great monk who is not simple, but also our Lord Liu." Yan Fei pointed to Liu Sheng who defeated the enemy with a single knife, and smiled.

Black clothes and black knives, the knives come out like night, no one is an enemy with one move.

Looking at the brave and invincible Liu Sheng, and at Du Sheng and the others, Yan Fei smiled.

My central arena is really a hell group!

0044 The Dragon and Tiger Fight

Different from the original book, there are only three or two big cats and kittens in Huashan Lunjian this time, but now it is a gathering of heroes.

In the central arena, Shaolin Dusheng, Mingjian Villa Yiyun, Ancient Tomb Lin Xiner, Liusheng of the Six Doors, Quanzhen Zhou Botong, Wang Lin and others are all top-notch in terms of strength.

To be more specific, if these people were placed 20 years ago, each of them had the strength of the top five.

Compared with the dragon and tiger fighting for hegemony in the central arena, although the other four arenas are a bit inferior, they still have a lot of talents.

In the Eastern arena, the proud Huang Yaoshi commented on the wine bag and rice bag. In fact, it is not the case. Ren Pingsheng, a fisherman in the East China Sea, has a long beard and beard, and a long sword made of a fishing rod. His swordsmanship is like fishing, and his strength is unpredictable; Although Huang Rong in "The Bible" is a little immature, her overall strength is not much inferior.

The western ring is dominated by an old man in the mountains of the Ming sect, surrounded by six sacred fire orders, the fire is accompanied by blood, the wind is gusty, and the murderous aura is fierce. Few people can survive three or five moves under his hands. A middle-eastern face is squinting upwards Ouyang Feng's intention of provocation was quite obvious.

In the northern arena, Guo Jing and Qiu Qianren's palms are like two peaks standing side by side, and the others are hard to come by.

The southern arena is considered the most unremarkable, except for a West Shu poison king and a six-door master who can pass, the strength of the others is obviously much worse than other masters in the arena.

"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead!" Hong Qigong said with emotion as he watched Guo Jing's competition in the arena.

Guo Jing and Qiu Qianren collided, Jianglong's eighteen palms met iron palms, the fierce palms hit hard, the dull humming sound brought waves of air to make people's hearts buzz, this palm force, this internal force...

I am afraid that he is not much inferior to himself, no wonder he was able to survive the pursuit of the old poison all the way without any damage.

"The idiot really has two skills." Huang Yaoshi nodded slightly, looking at Guo Jing who was facing Qiu Qianren without losing the wind, he was very satisfied.

However, he is more satisfied with his daughter.

Huang Rong is against Ren Pingsheng.

Facing Ren Pingsheng's unique fish-rod swordsmanship like a long whale sucking water, Huang Rong didn't panic, and used the martial arts in the "Nine Yin Manual" at will, from the white python whip to the nine-yin white bone claw, from the heart-shattering palm to Fumo Fist...

There are many changes, and the skills are brought to the extreme.

"Rong'er is also a good girl. I didn't expect her martial arts to be so advanced in less than a year." Hong Qigong understood Huang Yaoshi's heart and followed his gaze. Sure enough, Huang Rong's performance surprised him. one light.

"The "Nine Yin Manual" can be regarded as fully developed in the hands of Rong'er." Hong Qigong praised, "But only Rong'er, who is so clever, can do this. He is proficient in all kinds of martial arts. As a whole, although each martial art has not been practiced to the depth, it is still very powerful to complement each other."

"Hmph!" Hearing Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong's in-laws boasting to each other, Ouyang Feng's face was quite ugly.

If Kerr was still here...

Looking at Guo Jing and Huang Rong on the ring, Ouyang Feng felt that the killing intent in his heart was already boiling, and it became more and more unbearable.

Although they tried their best to cover it up, they are all top experts here. Everyone noticed the faint killing intent emanating from Ouyang Feng, and frowned. Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qigong fixed their eyes on Ouyang Feng, beware He shot suddenly.

"Brother Ouyang, don't be in a hurry." Yan Fei, who was watching Wang Lin's competition, smiled lightly, "We'd better wait until the competition between us is over before doing it, if you can win, the lives of those two little guys can be taken at any time ; If you can't win, it's useless to take action now."

Yan Fei's calm voice subtly eased the sudden tense atmosphere.

No longer caring about the big eyes and small eyes between these few people, Yan Fei continued to put his gaze back on Wang Lin.

At this time, Wang Lin faced Lin Xiner from the ancient tomb.

Lin Xiner, who is already in her 40s but looks like a girl, was very obsessed with martial arts because of the joke-like will of her teacher Lin Chaoying. She vowed to surpass Yan Fei, and her own talent is not bad. Mrs. Sheng was then.