Martial Arts Assassin Master

Chapter 143 Martial arts event ([-])

Zhao Fanxing immediately cupped his hands and said, "Senior Daoding, don't worry, the younger generation will participate."

Monk Daoding laughed heartily: "That's really great, the poor monk can also fight you with all his strength."

Not long after, the martial arts conference began.

The top ten factions stood up and began to discuss.

Abbot Daotian, the abbot of Shaolin, took the lead in speaking: "Amitabha, the poor monk pays homage to all heroes. Today, the ten major sects gather here to jointly deal with the Demon Sect."

Speaking of this, his expression was a little heavy: "Decades ago, the Tianmo Sect invaded the Central Plains martial arts. At that time, the ten major sects united and fought against the enemy together."

Ouyang Ding, head of the Tianshan faction, shouted: "Yes, in that battle, our Tianshan faction suffered many casualties, and many masters were killed by the demon sect."

Ling Shifeng, head of the Huashan faction, gave a thumbs up: "The Tianshan faction has made great contributions to the martial arts in the Central Plains, it is truly remarkable."

Abbot Daotian nodded and continued: "Now that the Devil's Cult is making a comeback, a fierce battle is inevitable. I hope that the ten factions can unite as one and repel the Devil's Cult."

The head of Wudang, Wu Chengmi, had a serious expression: "I, the Wudang faction, are the first to agree."

Other sects also responded.

Abbot Daotian changed the subject at this time: "However, if the ten factions fight independently, the alliance is meaningless. Therefore, we must jointly elect a leader to lead the ten factions to fight against the Demon Cult."

The heads of the various sects agreed one after another.

Only Taoist Priest Baimei of the Emei Sect looked troubled: "Master Daotian, how should we choose this alliance leader?"

Abbot Daotian clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, Daoist Priest Baimei, in my opinion, this leader should be selected from the masters of various factions in the world."

Then, he took out a piece of paper from his bosom and handed it to everyone to watch: "This is the candidate that I have thought of for a long time. If you are willing, you can take a look."

Disciples of the top ten sects came forward one after another and watched carefully.

Zhao Fanxing also saw his name in it.

His heart was boiling with excitement and excitement.

It seems that he has done so many great things in the world and it was not in vain.

Of course, apart from Zhao Fanxing, the rest of the candidates are the heads of the various sects, Hengshan sect master Lu Mianqing, Wudang sect master Mo Wuyou, Shaolin monk monk Daoding.

They add up, exactly 14 people.

After watching it, the ten major sects quickly agreed with Master Daotian's choice.

These masters who participated in the competition are all very famous in the Jianghu and have outstanding martial arts.

After the discussion was over, the top ten masters held a lottery ceremony to decide the order of appearance.

The result came out soon, the first one to appear was Monk Daoding, and the second one was Zhao Fanxing.

In other words, the first battle started between the two of them.

This made Zhao Fanxing a little surprised, but also a little uneasy.

However, he still stabilized his mind and prepared.

The disciples of each faction also quickly gave up a large open space for the two, allowing Zhao Fanxing and Monk Daoding to walk to the center.

At this time, Monk Daoding grinned loudly: "Boy, the poor monk is lucky, the first battle is you."

Zhao Fanxing smiled wryly: "Yes, senior Daoding, this junior is going to make a move."

"Cassock to subdue demons!" Monk Daoding nodded, his figure was already like an arrow from the string, and he rushed out with a "squeak", his arms also spun the robe like a windmill, and struck towards Zhao Fanxing.

"Lingbo Weibu!" Seeing how ferocious the enemy was, he did not confront him head-on, but used lightness kung fu to fly back.

Monk Daoding's offensive continued unabated, he stepped continuously with both feet, and chased after him, and the cassock on his body was like a whirlwind, sweeping towards him with the sound of piercing through the air.

Zhao Fanxing was not afraid of the enemy's moves, he walked sideways to the ground and swam around the opponent.

The cassock also flew past him to the left, without hitting him in the slightest.

Seeing this, the disciples of the top ten sects clapped their hands and applauded.

Monk Daoding also praised loudly: "Boy, your lightness kung fu is amazing!"

"The universe in the sleeves!" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly changed his move, and the sleeves of both hands spun at high speed, wrapping around Zhao Fanxing's waist and chest.

If Zhao Fanxing is entangled by the enemy, he will lose the ability to move in an instant and be slaughtered by others.

This is also the miraculous feature of the "Cassock Conquering Demons".

"Consonance Link!" But he did not dodge, but resorted to "Consonance Fingering", stretching out the two fingers of his right hand, pointing out continuously, releasing countless straight lines of true energy.

These infuriating energies were extremely flexible and directly hit the vital points of Daoding monk's cassock.

"Bah!" After he was hit, the true energy in his body leaked out, and the high-speed rotating sleeves also stopped, failing to hurt Zhao Fanxing.

Zhou Wangxian applauded at this moment: "It's so powerful, just let one finger break the other party's magical skills."

After Monk Daoding was defeated, not only did he not feel disappointed, but he became even more excited: "Well, the poor monk just likes to compete with a master like you!"

As he spoke, he mobilized his inner strength again, and the cassock on his body was filled with true energy again and swelled up.

"Six Meridians Sword!" Zhao Fanxing also turned from defense to offense, waving his fingers, using "Shangyang Sword", "Shaochong Sword" and "Shaoze Sword" three flexible sword qi, continuously slashing at the enemy's flaws in his moves.

Monk Daoding laughed: "Shaoxia Zhao, since I was cracked by you for the first time, I will never be cracked by you for the second time."

While speaking, he waved his cassock and resisted continuously.

"Clang, clang, clang!" The invisible sword energy was bounced back without causing any damage.

Zhao Fanxing did not give up the attack, but took a leap and came behind Monk Daoding.

"Don't use Hidden Dragon!" He used the "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms" and waved his palms, releasing a golden dragon that circled and rushed forward.

"It's as immovable as a mountain!" Monk Daoding didn't dodge, but mobilized his internal energy to form a strong wall of energy in front of him, like a mountain.

The golden dragon slammed into the air wall and was strongly defended by the enemy.

At this time, Zhao Fanxing performed "Shenzhao Gong" and "Nine Suns Divine Gong", urging two zhenqi to exert strength at the same time.

"Boom!" The golden dragon immediately shattered Monk Daoding's air wall, blasted him out, and fell to the ground.

Monk Daoding was also damaged in protecting his body, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, Zhao Fanxing cupped his hands and said, "Senior Dao, I offended you."

Monk Daoding laughed loudly: "It was the poor monk who lost, Shaoxia Zhao, your two streams of true energy, one soft and one masculine, are endless. I am ashamed of myself."

Seeing this scene, the people present were stunned for a moment, and then applauded loudly.

Hearing everyone shouting his name, Zhao Fanxing's blood surged and he thanked him repeatedly.

Monk Daoding also strode down from the arena.

The third player also appeared at this time, he was none other than Lu Wushuang, the head of the Qingcheng faction.

At this time, Lu Wushuang pulled out the long sword at his waist, and looked at Zhao Fanxing calmly: "Zhao Shaoxia, no matter whether we win or lose this competition, you and I are friends."

(End of this chapter)