Martial Arts Assassin Master

Chapter 76 Huashan Conference ([-])

Among these people, three disciples of the Emei Sect came here.

The leader is Ouyang Zhong.

Seeing Zhao Fanxing, Ouyang stepped forward quickly, cupped his hands and said, "Meet Zhao Shaoxia!"

Then, Ouyang Zhong began to introduce the two young disciples of the Emei School behind him.

One of them was wearing a gray-blue gown with two Emei thorns hanging from his waist. He looked a little dull, with slender and powerful fingers.

His name is Song Dajiang, and he is the fourth disciple of the Emei School.

Song Dajiang is a very special person. He likes to do two things most in his life, practicing martial arts and being in a daze.

On weekdays, he seldom talked with his fellow disciples, let alone the martial arts people outside the Emei Sect.

However, the Emei thorn practiced by Song Dajiang is extremely powerful.

The other was wearing a light gray robe, with slender arms, long black curly hair, and a playful look in his eyes.

His name is Yanxiang, and he is the third disciple of the Emei School.

He is a person who loves freedom very much and doesn't like to accept any rules and regulations.

Priest Baimei was also very tolerant of him and didn't ask too much.

It was Yan Xiang's own idea to come to Huashan to compete this time, not at the request of Taoist Baimei.

He is not low in both light work and boxing.

After seeing everyone, Yan Xiang was also very polite: "Shaoxia Zhao, I have long heard that you are strong in martial arts, and you have killed many villains in the world, and eliminated the Sea Snake Gang. I admire you."

Zhao Fanxing replied with a smile: "Brother Yan is too much."

And Song Dajiang faltered and said a few words: "Zhao Shaoxia, hello."

Although his words were not sharp, his expression was very sincere.

Zhao Fanxing was also secretly thinking about the possibility that these two were undercover agents in Shenying Palace.

As things stand, they don't look alike.

At this moment, Ling Shifeng, the head of the Huashan School, stood in the center of the square and bowed his hands to everyone: "Welcome to our Huashan as guests. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

The young disciples of the top ten sects clapped their hands and applauded.

Ling Shifeng also announced the start of the competition at this time.

Next, he used lottery to determine the order of appearance of the young disciples of each faction.

Zhao Fanxing also stood aside, ready to watch.

The first one to appear was Li Qiufeng, a disciple of the Kunlun School.

He was wearing an emerald blue gown, holding a long sword in his hand, and said with cupped hands: "I am Li Qiufeng, and I greet you all."

The one who competed with Li Qiufeng was Zhou Wangxian, a disciple of the Huashan School.

Seeing these two people, Zhao Fanxing silently cheered for his good friend.

Zhou Wangxian also said in a proud tone: "Junior Brother Li, let's make a move."

Li Qiufeng raised his forehead slightly, his body moved forward rapidly, and the long sword also stabbed out along the way.

"Yangyi swordsmanship!" His sword moves were weird, stabbing at Zhou Wangxian's chest and lower abdomen at the same time.

"Exile Immortal Sword Art!" Zhou Wangxian smiled slightly, and immediately swung his long sword to resist.

"Dangdang!" After two crisp sounds, he easily blocked the opponent's attack.

For a while, the two of them were going back and forth, fighting together.

Li Qiufeng's swordsmanship has 64 [-] changes, using Liangyi as the core, making it difficult for people to judge the direction of his moves.

However, Zhou Wangxian's banishing swordsmanship is mainly based on elegant body skills and fast sword moves.

Li Qiufeng's moves changed a lot, but he couldn't hit the target.

Although Zhou Wangxian had a disadvantage in moves, but because of his speed advantage, he never let the enemy find a chance.

After performing hundreds of moves, he also showed a smug smile: "Junior Brother Li, I offended you."

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Wangxian suddenly jumped up high, swung his long sword in the air, and slashed the top of the opponent's head from top to bottom.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Li Qiufeng immediately swung his sword to block it.

"Dang!" The two swords intersected, and sparks flew everywhere.

"Zixia Divine Art!" Zhou Wangxian also suddenly activated his internal energy and began to put pressure on the enemy.

Li Qiufeng couldn't dodge it, and could only use his own internal strength to resist.

But internal strength was not his forte. After the two confronted for a while, Li Qiufeng soon lost his internal strength, spat blood, and flew back.

Zhou Wangxian landed lightly, brandished his long sword, and pointed at the vital point of the opponent's chest: "I offended you, I hope you will not be angry."

Li Qiufeng smiled wryly: "It's because my skills are inferior to others, I can't say anything."

Zhou Wangxian also put his sword back into its sheath, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you!"

In this way, the first battle ended with his victory.

The disciples of the top ten sects also applauded.

The third person who appeared soon appeared in front of everyone. He was a disciple of Shaolin Temple. He was holding a long stick. His body was muscular and burly.

The Shaolin disciples also began to report their families: "Poor monk Huixin, pay homage to Senior Brother Zhou."

Zhou Wangxian nodded with a smile: "Hi, Junior Brother Huixin."

"Shaolin stick technique!" Huixin's expression changed, and he swung the long stick across Zhou Wangxian's chest.

This move was very ordinary, but it was very powerful and fast.

Zhou Wangxian hurriedly jumped up to avoid the attack.

Hui Xin's offensive continued unabated, and she swung her long stick with her backhand, hitting the opponent's legs from bottom to top.

Zhou Wangxian was in mid-air, resisting with the long sword in his hand.

"Dang!" After a crisp sound, he blocked the opponent's attack.

Huixin's offensive continued unabated, her body was advancing rapidly, and she swung the long stick in her hand to the left and right, hitting Zhou Wangxian's arms continuously.

Zhou Wangxian floated back, avoiding the opponent's attack just in time.

Huixin suddenly jumped high, swung his long stick in the air, from top to bottom, and smashed it on the top of the opponent's head.

With a smile on his face, Zhou Wangxian dodged sideways and easily dodged.

"Boom!" After a loud noise, Huixin hit the ground with a stick, smashing several bluestone slabs.

Zhou Wangxian also took advantage of the situation and swung his long sword, stabbing at the opponent's chest.

Huixin immediately swung the long stick backhand to resist.

"Dang!" His stick technique was both offensive and defensive, and he quickly blocked the opponent's attack.

In this way, Zhou Wangxian and Huixin started a series of vicious battles.

Different from the previous Li Qiufeng, Huixin has more internal strength, and her stick technique is also very powerful.

Although Zhou Wangxian practiced the "Zixia Divine Art", he was unable to gain the upper hand in terms of internal strength.

The people next to him also clapped their hands and applauded, with excited expressions.

But at this moment, Zhou Wangxian suddenly changed his tactics.

"The Banished Immortal's Continuous Stabbing!" The sword light flickered, stabbing the enemy hundreds of times.

Huixin immediately spun the stick in her hand to resist.

But at this moment Zhou Wangxian leaped vertically, jumped behind the opponent, and slashed out with the long sword in his hand, hitting the opponent's back directly.

Hui Xin immediately turned around and blocked it with a stick.

"Dang!" After a crisp sound, he blocked the sword.

But Zhou Wangxian swung his left palm and slapped the opponent's chest while using this sword.

"Zixia Divine Art!" He mobilized his internal energy, and his body was full of purple energy.

Huixin couldn't dodge in time, was hit directly by this palm and was sent flying.

"Oh!" He fell heavily to the ground, his internal organs throbbed, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Zhou Wangxian smiled and cupped his hands: "I offended you."

Huixin got up and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, Brother Zhou, you are welcome, the poor monk lost."

After speaking, he turned around and left here.

The disciples of the top ten sects around shouted even more excitedly.

But at this moment, a woman jumped into the center of the square.

She is none other than Nangong Feiyan.

(End of this chapter)