C110 Duel

Both groups of people returned to the two sides of the arena. Duan Tianya stepped forward and cupped his fists, "May I ask Mu Master, do you dare to come forward and learn a few moves from me?"

There was nothing Moo Xiaosheng could do even if he was unwilling. In his heart, Duan Tianya was even more difficult to deal with than Yuen Xiaotian and Tang Wuhua. However, he had already made the point. If he did not go out, he would be ridiculed by others. He had no choice but to step forward and cupped his fists. "Since Duan has asked me to come out, I have no choice but to make a fool of myself. " After saying that, he drew his sword and thrust it forward.

This strike caught everyone off guard. Luckily, Duan Tianya was prepared for this. He raised his sword and used its sheath to block the attack. Then, he saw a flash of cold light. The two swords collided with each other and started fighting.

As one of the four great mountain villages in the Jianghu, Moo Xiaosheng was naturally not an ordinary person. His sword technique was fast and sharp, and it was ever-changing. However, he was good at hiding, and did not use his full strength, which was why he appeared to be slightly weaker in the eyes of outsiders.

But today, Moo Xiaosheng seemed to be a different person. He used what he had learned in his life. The sword in his hand moved smoothly and smoothly. Yuen Xiaotian and the others could not help but break out in cold sweat for Duan Tianya. Yanyun could not help but nod in approval.

Just like that, the two of them fought for eighty rounds without a winner or loser. At this moment, Duan Tianya threw out the sword in his hand. The sword kept flying around Duan Tianya. Yanyun looked at it and said in surprise, "The Leaving Hand Sword!"

The long sword kept spinning in the air to kill Moo Xiaosheng, but the long sword was not controlled in Duan Tianya's hand. The movements of the sword were dazzling.

Duan Tianya then took out a short sword from his pocket, one long and one short. The two swords attacked Moo Xiaosheng at the same time. Moo Xiaosheng was tired of parrying, and was hit hard by the sword, but Duan Tianya also fell to the ground at the same time.

It turned out that the moment the long sword and the short sword pierced Moo Xiaosheng, Moo Xiaosheng also stabbed the sword in his hand towards Duan Tianya with deadly force. Although Moo Xiaosheng fell to the ground and couldn't get up, Duan Tianya also seemed to have suffered some serious injuries.

In the end, Duan Tianya staggered to stand up. Although he won, looking at his situation, he probably didn't even have the strength to hold the sword anymore.

Yuen's Mansion had won the battle by a narrow margin. It was true that they had seized the initiative, but seeing that Duan Tianya's injuries weren't light, they naturally didn't feel any joy.

Seeing that his side had lost for a while, Yanyun couldn't help but stand up and said with an arrogant expression. "Which one of you is willing to compete with me?"

Tang Wuhua, who had been waiting for a long time, stepped forward and answered, "I heard that Yanyun's martial arts skills are unparalleled. I, Tang Wuhua, have come to teach you!"

Yanyun said with disdain. "You are the Phoenix-tail Sword, Tang Wuhua who has been widely known for a long time?"

Tang Wuhua replied, "Yes!"

Yanyun pulled out his iron sword and said, "I want to see. Is it true that you, Tang Wuhua, have extraordinary sword skills like the rumors say?" As he spoke, he swung his iron sword forward.

Yanyun's iron sword was also very strange. It was said that he was a sword, but not a blade. It was said that he was a pestle, but that he had a sword body. Actually, it was not hard to understand. Yanyun had a variety of weapons. Mo Tianweng used a silver pestle, and Ouyang Bai, who had been trained, used a wide sword that was like a shovel.

Yanyun really lived up to his reputation. A cumbersome iron sword could make him look like a flexible sword. It showed that his martial arts and sword skills had surpassed ordinary experts by a lot. Therefore, Yanyun's arrogance was definitely not belittling himself. Besides, he had already become famous in the martial arts world several decades ago. How could he not have true talent and knowledge?

After Tang Wuhua went into seclusion, he devoted himself to studying the sword technique in Yang Ming Residence. With the help of Suen Shulee and the other two seniors, his sword technique naturally improved a lot.

Yanyun was an expert who could use a heavy sword as a flexible sword. Tang Wuhua was an expert who could use software to display a heavy sword as heavy and powerful as a heavy sword. The two experts exchanged over a hundred blows, but no one was at a disadvantage.

Yanyun raised his sword and stabbed. He thought that Tang Wuhua would dodge, but not only did Tang Wuhua not dodge, he even attacked with his heavy sword. The two of them were very close.

Yanyun asked in shock, "Why is there a need for this?"

Tang Wuhua smiled bitterly and said, "A competition is always a risk. " After saying that, he fell to the ground.

Yanyun looked at Tang Wuhua who fell to the ground. He held his chest and almost fell down.

As a result, both of them had been injured, and it was unknown whether the loser was dead or alive. Since the result of the competition was not decided, whether they were injured or dead, they could only put it aside and let the heavens decide.

Currently, one victory and one defeat, both sides were tied, and the third formation appeared to be especially important.

Yuen Xiaotian went forward and asked, "Yang Master, are you interested in exchanging a few blows with me?"

Yang Zhixing pulled out his Treasure Sword and said, "Let me experience Mr Yuen's sword technique. "

Both of them had only exchanged a few dozen moves. Yang Zhixing was stabbed by Yuen Xiaotian's sword. Although Yuen Xiaotian had won this battle, he was still seriously injured.

Fate was always different. In the competition between the white crane and Qiu Baili, the white crane had only exchanged less than a hundred moves before it fell to the ground, unable to get up. When the white crane fell to the ground, Qiu Baili was also killed by the white crane with its life on the line. Although it also won, its injuries were not light either.

Although the two sides fought to a draw, four of the eight people had injuries on their bodies. Four of them fell to the ground, their life and death unknown.

When Crazy Daoist saw this, he said to Mo Tianweng, "Now that the two sides have come to a draw, it's up to you and me to decide who will win or lose. "

Mo Tianweng replied, "I will use the silver pestle in my hand to smash your head. "

Crazy Daoist laughed. "Stop arguing and watch the sword. "

The two of them could be considered fated enemies. When they were young, they were called the 'Mad Devil Duo Demons' by the Jianghu, but they disappeared from the Jianghu early on. Mo Tianweng was still alright. He lived in seclusion in Penglai Villa and could show his face from time to time. However, Crazy Daoist had really disappeared for more than twenty years.

In the blink of an eye, fifty rounds had passed. The competition between the two was as quick as lightning, simple and direct.

Mo Tianweng said with a long laugh. "The times are different now. You can forget about winning me. "

Crazy Daoist laughed coldly and said, "Back then, you didn't even defeat me. What can you say about defeating me today?"

Mo Tianweng said, "Since that's the case, let's end this battle quickly. We can decide the outcome of this battle with one move. At the same time, we can save those who are injured from suffering here. "

Crazy Daoist nodded and said. "You, old man, have finally come up with a good idea. "

After saying that, Crazy Daoist jumped high into the air and thrust his sword forward. Mo Tianweng, on the other hand, held the silver pestle and went forward to meet him.

Just like that, the two of them jumped up and killed each other dozens of times. Only the sound of the sword and the silver pestle colliding could be heard. It was clear and ear-piercing. Finally, when they landed on the ground, their expressions changed drastically. The corners of their mouths continuously twitched.

Mo Tianweng asked, "Do you know what it feels like to be stabbed by a sword?"

The mad Daoist also asked, Do you know what it feels like to be stabbed by a sword? "Do you know what it feels like to be hit by your silver pestle?"

Mo Tianweng smiled bitterly and said, "There aren't many people who use pestle as a weapon. How would I know?"

Before he could finish, both of them fell to the ground, but neither of them stood up again.