song of the wind

With the mission of Bai Dao martial arts, Nangong Yiming was eager to win because of the mentality of being invincible. However, he was unable to display the mystery of Shaoqing Jue under the burden of his heart. Can't protect himself, seeing the opponent's step by step, Nangong Yiming's swordsmanship gradually became disorganized, and everyone in Baidaozhong who was watching felt bad. It seemed that this battle was already lost.

Nangong Yiming, who was at a disadvantage, let out a wild laugh, swiping his sword wildly like crazy!The tricks seem to be going to die with the opponent!The onlookers only said that he was in a hurry to lose, and they all shook their heads and frowned, only Qiu Wuji said with a smile: "Yiming is also considered cunning, he learned from his little uncle, and when he sees the situation is unfavorable, he uses the style of Young Master Feng. ..."

Lian Shan still frowned: "Young Master Feng is really crazy! How can anyone imitate that kind of scratching and biting lunatic style of play? A bad one will only lead to a worse loss!"

"He's just pretending to be intimidating! Let the opponent think that he is too weak and desperate, and he dare not fight him head-on, so he takes advantage of the situation to seize the opportunity. Look! Hasn't his swordsmanship changed again?" Qiu Wuji said. Suddenly, Nangong Yiming's sword technique changed again!He has become free and easy, with indescribable immanence, Lian Shan vaguely recognized that it was the sword technique that Zuo Linfeng used when he fought against the two demons that day!

Lian Shan smiled when he saw it: "That guy is doomed, the two demons of pines and cypresses that day were Master Zuofeng's swordsmanship, unexpectedly Yiming has learned [-] to [-]% similarities in such a short period of time. "

Qiu Wuji raised his eyebrows: "Is it only [-]% or [-]%?"

Lian Shan said: "At least [-]% of the swordsmanship is similar, and the skill is only [-]% at most, isn't it equal to [-]% or [-]%?" After Lian Shan finished speaking, the situation on the stage has completely reversed, and he will fight against Nangong Yiming A warrior from the Western Regions got swords in both shoulders and kicked him off the stage!

"However, Mr. Feng's attack is much more terrifying than Yiming's. Although the sword technique is the same, the murderous aura on the sword...I don't know what to say, in short, it's terrible...There are almost no survivors under his sword. When I saw him for the first time, he Without changing his face, he killed more than a dozen people in a row..." Lian Shan continued.

"A sword?"

"right."

Looking at the arena, Qiu Wuji faintly felt that something was wrong. For a young master who has never set foot in Sanjue Zhuang and never set foot in the bloody rivers and lakes, no matter how good his swordsmanship and talent are, if he lacks the actual combat experience of life and death, Absolutely can't use such a cruel and ruthless killing swordsmanship!However, according to what Lian Shan saw, the fledgling Nangong Feng seemed to be more ruthless than when Nangongjue was in the past, which is very unreasonable.

"Could it be that this child is really a pawn for a talented man to take revenge on his family?" A thought flashed through Qiu Wuji's mind.

When Qiu Wuji was secretly wondering, Nangong Yiming on the stage called out to be lucky. He was already defeated, but in the midst of the crisis, the figure of Zuo Linfeng laughing wildly and swinging a stick suddenly flashed through his mind, and he suddenly had an idea , no longer care about life and death success or failure, let go to take a risky fight, first confuse the enemy with unstructured strong attacks, and then regroup, use Shaoqing tactics to cooperate with Nangong swordsmanship, and really succeed in defeating the victory.

Nangong Yiming succeeded in the first battle, his confidence was restored, and he won the second battle with ease under the sword like a god!He decided to accept the third battle. He was not fighting for the Nangong family or anyone else, but for his challenge to himself in martial arts practice!

37. Ring (3)

When Zuo Linfeng and others arrived at the arena, they were just in time for Nangong Yiming to knock down the second opponent. Li Qiu was so excited that he clapped his hands and feet, but fortunately, there was a lot of applause at that time, and Li Qiu's actions were not too extreme. too conspicuous.

"Can you keep your voice down!" Nangong Yihe was afraid of being noticed by Nangong Zhengyang and others at the other side of the VIP table.

"Aren't you angry when I cheer up your cousin?" Li Qiu didn't know what he was worried about.

Qingyi was careful, and said with a smile: "Master Yiming has won two games in a row, and the sword master is surrounded by people congratulating him, so he has time to ignore our business here!"

Yunyu bought a few inconspicuous ordinary seats. They just sat down when another contest had already begun. To be fair, Nangong Yiming could take a rest after two consecutive battles, and the opponent would be the winning side.

The two facing each other is Nie Yuan, the sect master of Yunmen Mountain, using a pair of fine steel short sticks, he is good at capturing acupuncture points, his opponent's name is Yankang, he is not tall among Semu people, but his body is like a leopard He is slender and full of explosive power, holding a long spear that is taller than his own, his face shows no expression of joy or anger, and his eyes are shining with cold light, and he is indescribably swift and ruthless. He is not an ordinary character at a glance .

The battle ended in no time, but within a few shots, Nie Yuan was shot through the shoulder blade by Hu Yankang, and he was picked up and fell to the stage!

"That guy is amazing! Is Yiming kid able to handle it?" Li Qiu couldn't help being shaken when he saw Hu Yankang's strength. Although Nangong Yihe and Nangong Yiming didn't agree, they were brothers of the same clan after all, so he was secretly worried.

"Yiming's disadvantage lies in that his physical strength and killing intent are inferior to his opponent's, but his agility is superior. Whether he can win depends on Yiming's performance on the spot." Yun Yu analyzed.

The four people watched the scene and chatted nervously in low voices. Only Zuo Linfeng, who was wearing a fox fur cloak in the middle and covered most of his face, was holding the boss's big bag of roasted sweet potatoes and roasted chestnuts. Put a piece of chestnut meat into Liqiu or Qingyi's mouth, what happens in the ring has nothing to do with him.

But at this moment, the two on the ring are fighting fiercely!Just like what Yunyu said, Nangong Yiming wins because of his clever swordsmanship, but Hu Yankang is strong and powerful. Both sides have their own strengths. Everyone was fascinated by watching, and everyone screamed hoarsely.

Li Qiu was so nervous that his palms were sweating. When he saw Nangong Yiming gaining the upper hand, he smiled to himself, and when he was in danger, he would gnash his teeth, making strange appearances. At first, Nangong Yihe secretly scolded him for being vulgar and ignorant, but seeing his undisguised concern The look on his face, the disgust for this country boy could not help but be greatly reduced, and instead he was secretly ashamed of himself for being jealous of Nangong Yiming.

Although Nangong Yihe has ups and downs in thoughts, Nangong Zhengyang on the other side is also in a complicated mood. He is happy that his son not only became famous in the first battle, but also miraculously transformed himself. Seeing that there are successors in the Nangong family, he was overjoyed. He Jinjing came from the teaching and cultivation of the branch family. This has to embarrass the master of Nangong Zhengyang. It seems that the only solution is to let the madman return to the Nangong family and lose his family. If the family is separated, it will be difficult for others to gossip.

Everyone in the audience has their own ideas, but the battle on the stage has come to a critical point. The two have tried each other to show off their strengths. They have been fighting with all their strength. The quarrel has lasted for more than half an hour. It can be called the most intense battle since the beginning of the competition. fight!

Hu Yankang's dark long spear rolled up a black storm on the stage. It was fierce and powerful, and the tip of the gleaming black light was as flexible as the tip of a poisonous snake's tongue. No less than Nangong Yiming's sword move, using the power of the long spear to block Nangong Yiming on the periphery, preventing him from having the opportunity to attack at close quarters, and even more difficult to chop with the long sword, the strength is not as strong as the weakness of heavy weapons, With clever tricks, Nangong Yiming was forced to fight head-on. Although Nangong Yiming was not fooled, he was suppressed by the black gun and could not use his hands and feet. However, the Nangong sword technique improved by Zuo Linfeng was too chic and beautiful. Although the situation was tight, it seemed that he could still It's the sword flying high and the posture elegant. Except for the limited masters present, not many people can see that Nangong Yiming is at a disadvantage.

However, Nangong Yiming, who was in the gun net, seemed to be alone in a thousand troops, surrounded by deadly attacks from the enemy. Under the crisis, Nangong Yiming's fighting spirit did not weaken at all under the heavy pressure, as if returning to the battlefield. To the scene of the bloody battle with the horse thieves in western Sichuan... Thinking of this, the tragic emotions of that day flooded into my heart, and I was inspired. With a long cry, the sharp sword edge turned up an unprecedented chilling momentum, contrary to the previous openness and lightness, the tide wave The sword-like momentum washes out a highly condensed sword energy. Under Hu Yankang's omnipresent spearhead, he is like a small boat in the raging sea. Fearless of all waves and obstacles, he goes upstream from the dangerous gun waves and grabs into the shadow of the gun. The core of the storm!

"Get out!" Nangong Yiming yelled vigorously, the long sword was attached to the front mark of the gun barrel, and Hu Yankang's right arm was about to be taken off!But when the sword was approaching, Nangong Yiming's heart softened, and he turned his hand, only scratched his right hand, sealed the acupuncture points on his upper body, put the long sword in Hu Yankang's neck and said: "You lost. "

The black gun fell to the ground with a bang, and Hu Yankang said with a face ashen ashes: "I..."

As soon as the word "I" was uttered, Nangong Yiming suddenly felt black light flashing in front of his eyes, and a puff of black needles spewed out from Yankang's mouth like a rainstorm, shooting towards his face, kicking the end of the gun unexpectedly with his toe, the black gun Dou Ran suddenly sprang up from the ground, biting Nangong Yiming in front of him like a poisonous snake that chooses someone to bite!

Even if Nangong Yiming swung his sword and killed Hu Yankang, he couldn't avoid Hu Yankang's sneak attack!

"Yiming!" Liqiu exclaimed, Nangong Zhengyang also rose from his body, but he was too far away. Seeing that Nangong Yiming could not escape the disaster of black guns!

"Puff! Puff!" There were two muffled explosions, and the ferocious black gun suddenly lost its aim, and was shocked by something and flew horizontally. Nangong Yiming also swung his sword in time to block the black needle!

"Don't bully Yiming! Bad Dan!" A clear and pleasant but somewhat vague male voice sounded from the crowd, and four brown shadows shot at Hu Yankang at a speed faster than electricity!

Hu Yankang didn't even have time to dodge, and fell to the ground screaming, his shoulder blades were pierced by brown shadows, and even his kneecaps were shattered!

Amid the uproar of the audience, the middle-aged man who presided over the competition shouted: "Who dares to come here to interfere in the situation..." He continued to shout, when a black mass flew towards him, he opened his eyes