Martial Arts Assassin Master

Chapter 145 Martial arts event ([-])

"Seeing the dragon in the field!" Seeing that Liu Chengfeng was frozen, Zhao Fanxing immediately cast the "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms", slamming his palms continuously, releasing a series of powerful palm winds.

"Boom boom boom!" Liu Chengfeng was unable to dodge, was hit by these incomparably fierce palm winds, and was blown away directly.

His protective qi dissipated, his chest was hit hard, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Fanxing immediately stopped attacking, cupped his hands and said, "Master Liu, this junior has offended you."

Liu Chengfeng sat there cross-legged and performed the "Taijing Divine Art", a surge of internal energy immediately surged from his dantian and began to repair the injuries on his body.

Not long after, Liu Chengfeng recovered as before and stood up: "Shaoxia Zhao, your palm technique is really powerful."

When he was done, he turned away.

Strong cheers erupted from the disciples of the top ten sects.

The fifth player appeared at this time, and it was Wu Chengwei, the leader of the Wudang School.

At this time, his face was serious: "Zhao Shaoxia, I will do my best next time, I hope you will not be polite."

Zhao Fanxing nodded: "No problem."

"Tianchang Palm Technique!" Before the words finished, Wu Chengwei stepped forward, swept his right palm across, and slapped Zhao Fanxing's chest, and pushed back with his left palm, attacking his lower abdomen.

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!" Zhao Fanxing didn't hesitate, waving both palms to resist the opponent's attack at the same time.

"Crack!" With the combined force of his palms, he easily blocked Wu Chengwei's attack.

But Wu Chengwei's offensive did not stop.

He kept drawing circles with both palms, releasing a series of dense palm winds.

These palm winds are like chains, winding towards Zhao Fanxing.

"The dragon fights in the wild!" He immediately waved his palms, stepped off his horse, and released the wind of his palms to resist.

"Bang bang!" The palms of the two collided and canceled each other out.

However, Wu Chengwei's strength is not bad, his palm style is still coming continuously, and his movements are also very graceful.

For a time, the two of them exchanged moves in the air, consuming a lot of internal energy.

The advantages of Wudang School's profound internal strength were fully revealed at this time, which made Zhao Fanxing secretly admire.

But Wu Chengwei suddenly approached and attacked his chest and lower abdomen with gentle palm force.

Zhao Fanxing immediately waved his palms to resist.

"Papa!" The two kept exchanging moves, and they fought hundreds of times.

"Lishe Dachuan!" After continuous defense, Zhao Fanxing also found an opportunity, drew a circle with his right palm, slapped the opponent's face, throat and chest continuously, and pushed back with his left palm, attacking the opponent's lower abdomen, releasing a strong shock wave.

Wu Chengwei was attracted by his right palm, and didn't notice the attack of his left palm. He was hit by the shock wave and flew out.

"Bang!" Wu Chengyi's zhenqi was damaged, his body was surging with qi and blood, he couldn't stand steadily, and his figure swayed.

"Fist shakes all directions!" Zhao Fanxing took advantage of the victory and pursued, using the "Shadowless God Fist", turning into hundreds of afterimages, and hitting Wu Chengwei's chest and back at the same time.

Facing such an attack, Wu Chengwei waved his palms and released several dense palm winds to protect himself.

"Bang!" But Zhao Fanxing's afterimage still shattered the line of defense and successfully hit the opponent's back.

Wu Chengyi's body shield's true energy dissipated, and there was a muffled "dong" sound from his back, he spat out blood, and staggered forward a few steps.

Zhao Fanxing immediately stopped attacking, cupped his hands and said, "This junior has accepted."

Wu Chengwei didn't say much, just smiled, turned and left.

The applause from the top ten sects was deafening.

The sixth player appeared at this time.

She is none other than Li Yuran, the new head of the Butterfly Sect.

At this time, the beautiful woman smiled and said, "Brother Zhao, is this the first time we have played this trick?"

Zhao Fanxing nodded: "Not bad."

Li Yuran cupped his hands and saluted: "Brother Zhao, after becoming the master, I have practiced a new sword technique, let you experience it."

"Luo Shen Sword Art!" While speaking, she flew up, swung her sword in the air, and released a series of sword energy from top to bottom.

Zhao Fanxing immediately jumped sideways to avoid it.

"Bang bang bang!" The sword energy hit the ground, making countless sword marks.

"Broken sword style!" Zhao Fanxing also drew his sword out of its sheath at this time, cast "Dugu Nine Swords", and rushed towards the enemy.

Li Yuran knew that his sword skills were powerful, so he quickly flew up, flying back and forth in the sky with a light body.

"Make up under the moon!" She swooped down from the air, and the long sword in her hand slashed continuously, attacking Zhao Fanxing's chest and back respectively, at an extremely fast speed, like a shooting star.

But he was not worried. Instead, he stood firmly on the spot, swung his long sword, and stabbed continuously. Each sword aimed at the flaw in the opponent's moves, and easily defused Li Yuran's many attacks.

Master Daotian, the abbot of Shaolin, watched from the side and couldn't help but clasped his hands: "Amitabha, there is such a sophisticated sword technique in the world, which can easily defeat the unique skills of the Butterfly Sword Sect. It is really powerful."

The disciples of the top ten sects cheered and shouted from the sidelines.

"Wandering like a god!" After Li Yuran finished his move, he landed suddenly, his body leaped forward, and the long sword pierced Zhao Fanxing's throat.

The strength, timing, and speed of this sword are just right.

But Zhao Fanxing had been prepared for a long time, and he dodged with a short body, just in time to avoid the sword, and slashed out with the long sword in his hand, attacking the opponent's wrist.

Li Yuran hastily changed his move and rose into the air, the long sword also descended from top to bottom, slashing towards his back.

"One Finger of Consonance!" Zhao Fanxing stretched out two fingers of his left hand at this moment, clamping the opponent's sword point firmly.

Li Yuran's offensive stopped immediately, and he had to land again, retracting his sword and turning around.

"Don't use Qianlong!" Zhao Fanxing put his sword back into its sheath at this time, and cast "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms", waving both palms, releasing a long golden dragon, circling and rushing forward.

Li Yuran had just landed, so he couldn't dodge at all. He had to forcibly swing his long sword and block it with sword energy.

"Boom!" The golden dragon shattered the sword energy and hit the target.

Li Yuran let go of the long sword and fell to the ground behind him. His protective Qi was damaged, and he also retreated continuously, unable to stand steadily.

"Xiao Li's flying knife!" Zhao Fanxing raised his right hand, and a flying knife flew out from his fingertips, attacking the opponent.

"Whoosh!" A cold light flashed, and Li Yuran had a flying knife stuck in his right shoulder.

She immediately squatted down and stopped moving.

Zhao Fanxing didn't use all his strength with this knife, it just hit the target, so Li Yuran was fine.

He stepped forward, took out the throwing knife with his left hand, placed his right palm on top of Li Yuran's head, and performed the "Divine Illumination Kung Fu" to channel internal energy.

The wound on Li Yuran's right shoulder healed quickly.

She also stood up, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said with a smile: "Brother Zhao, I knew I was not your opponent."

Zhao Fanxing also cupped his hands and said, "Miss Li, you are being polite."

Li Yuran showed an indifferent smile, turned around and left.

The audience of the ten factions all applauded in unison.

The seventh player also jumped forward and jumped over. It was Ling Shifeng, the head of the Huashan School.

At this time, the number one master of the Huashan School also bowed his hands and saluted: "Shaoxia Zhao, please!"

(End of this chapter)