The ninth and twelfth moves will be the last two moves to decide the outcome...
The three of Ye Qingxuan were overwhelmed with admiration.
Both Wei Wuxuan and Zheng Zhantang saw each other as crystal clear, no distinction was made between them, if they didn't compare to the end, the outcome of the battle would be hard to predict.
Zheng Zhantang laughed and said: "There are still seven moves, brother Wei please!"
Ye Qingxuan was puzzled when he saw it. Zheng Zhantang had always had a relaxed and natural posture since he started his hands, but suddenly his style changed drastically. His hands were stretched out like birds pecking at him, and he put on a posture. The mediocre and peaceful style of the school is against the Confucian school's mentality when facing the enemy, and it seems to be against his style to ask Wei Wugui to make moves.
Surprisingly, Wei Wugui not only did not make another overwhelming attack, but took back the giant cauldron pointed at Zheng Zhantang, carried it on his shoulders, and stood proudly.
A confident smile floated from the corner of Wei Wugui's mouth, and he said frantically, "Brother Zheng, don't be polite, please!"
Zheng Zhantang laughed and said, "Okay, what a Wei Wugui!"
Quickly shaking his clothes and walking quickly, his hands were wrapped with a blue and a yellow two-colored aura. The blue color is proud, and the yellow is dry.
Wei Wugui's eyes were shining strangely, staring intently at the huge cauldron lying across his chest, like an old monk in meditation, indifferent to Zheng Zhantang's unexpected tricks and strange offensive methods.
However, the three of Ye Qingxuan gasped in unison, thinking that if they were to end up, they would be at a loss at this moment.
Zheng Zhantang’s face showed neither sadness nor joy, and the green and yellow colors of his hands complement each other, transforming each other, just like yin and yang turning each other, unpredictable. Then the dead branches germinate, and then shoot new leaves, from autumn to spring, from dry to prosperous...
The moment when the fallen leaves fell one after another, it was also the time when the green shoots appeared on the branches, and this withering and flourishing came at the same time, making Ye Qingxuan no longer able to distinguish what is true? What is fake? What is imaginary? What is real
The distance of two feet disappeared in an instant.
All of a sudden, there was another object on top of the same big tree, which was Wei Wuzui's thick and unparalleled giant cauldron.
Until the moment when the green and yellow gang qi approached him, Wei Wugui moved sideways, swiped the cauldron, and the two colors of spring and autumn suddenly changed. Zheng Zhantang slapped the cauldron with both palms, and the fierce battle between the two began. .
The two figures chased and changed in a narrow space, and the rabbit jumped up and the eagle landed at an astonishingly high speed. Because the speed was too fast, it seemed that several pairs of figures were fighting each other in the space at the same time, but the postures of the two sides were still so inconsistent. The calmness of the battle situation.
This is the strength of a real master of heaven!
Zheng Zhantang's hands are ever-changing, corresponding to the virtual and the real, and quickly combined strikes. The blue and yellow burst and flashed, and his hands fluttered up and down like vivid birds, as if they could get into any gap. Wugui's clumsy and huge cauldron's means launched a close-quarters attack on it like a shower, no gaps, and mercury pouring down the ground.
Every part of the three-legged round tripod in Wei Wugui's hands has become a tool for defeating the enemy, using tripod feet, tripod ears, tripod body, and even any unimaginable method and position to deal with Zheng Zhantang's serial attacks.
The two sides came up with strange moves one after another, and they were fast against fast, without any delay.
On the other hand, the offensive and defensive sides are both attacking and defending as they like. The compactness and intensity also imply a carefree and elegant meaning, which is so brilliant that it is difficult to describe it with any words and ink.
Even with Ye Qingxuan's eyesight, he would be dazzled and felt that he was following very hard.
Ding, Ding!
After two unvoiced sounds, the people returned to confrontation from a distance, as if they had never made a move.
Zheng Zhantang put his hands behind his back, and with a flick of his hand, the blue and yellow aura shattered instantly, turning into a blue and yellow butterfly fluttering its wings and flying far away. He smiled and said: "It's impossible for Mr. Zheng not to admire it, but brother Wei can block me with more than a thousand tricks with a body of a tripod. It makes me want to play tricks and point out that brother Wei has more than nine knives, but it's impossible."
Ye Qingxuan and others watched in amazement.
Wan Guotai sighed and said in a low voice: "This Zheng Zhantang is somewhat upright and upright. He is indeed a rare and outstanding master in the Confucian Academy..."
At this moment, Jiang Shuihan came rushing from outside, and upon hearing this, he couldn't help but sneered slightly, and said, "Brother has an upright personality, don't be fooled by such appearances."
Ye Qingxuan smiled and said: "Confucians are best at pretending. If you can't pretend, you haven't mastered the essence of Confucianism."
As soon as these words came out, even Ryuhiko Sanada, Jiang Shuihan and others were very surprised.
Sanada Tatsuhiko asked: "What? Isn't the mind of Confucianism the way of the mean, but the way of pretending?"
"That's right. What is Spring and Autumn writing style? Confucius wrote history books in order to promote his own political ideas. He made choices, allusions, and concealments. He only wrote what was beneficial to him and what was not good for him, and even mentioned Not to mention, starting from Confucius, Confucian scholars began to know how to pretend, so don't blame Zhuangzi for mocking Confucian scholars as a bunch of hypocrites..." Ye Qingxuan laughed.
Everyone rolled their eyes in unison, ignoring Ye Qingxuan's heresy.
At this moment in the arena, Wei Wugui replied with a smile, "Brother Zheng's ridiculous praise, it was Wei Wugui who opened his eyes. The 'Spring and Autumn Brushwork' performed by Brother Zheng's hands is really wonderful, and it is even more so in the hands of Brother Zheng." It's reaching the pinnacle. Attention, brother Zheng: Wei Wuzui's fifth trick is here!"
Ye Qingxuan has just breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, and he couldn't help but exclaim in his heart, the two top masters are all showing their best, such a golden opportunity is really rare, so that several of them can steal from them at the same time Learning art has great benefits, which they never thought of.
hum!
The giant cauldron hummed...
Wei Wuxi supported the bottom of the huge tripod with his right hand, raised the giant tripod to the top of his head, and stood in the posture of a bully holding a tripod. He naturally gave birth to a huge and unparalleled aura, covering his opponent tightly. Even if he is not an expert, he knows that Wei Wuxi When the guilt giant cauldron strikes again, it will be an all-conquering, earth-shattering and terrifying attack.
Zheng Zhantang still maintained the posture with both hands behind his back, and his eyes flashed with lightning, which was fiercer than he had ever seen since he started his hands.
Wei Wuzui didn't boast, he did have the ability to force Zheng Zhantang not to repeat his old tricks, because he hadn't repeated his moves until now.
The mountain rain is about to come and the wind is all over the building.
The giant tripod dances with wind and thunder.
Everything can only be described in one fast word. It happened at a high speed that is hard to see with the naked eye. Ye Qingxuan "felt" that Wei Wuzui was waving the huge tripod again, but the giant tripod had already left his hand and turned into a piercing scorpion that pierced the world. The meteor, passing through the void of two feet, volleyed towards Zheng Zhantang.
Ye Qingxuan and others who were far outside the window felt that all the airflow and anger around them were sucked up by Wei Wuzui's earth-shattering move, and there was a horrifying smell of extinction, death and chill.
To deal with such a move, there is still only one way to fight.
Wei Wuzui just wanted to force Zheng Zhantang to confront the tough, relying on his powerful moves and weapons to gain the upper hand, even if he was as clever as Zheng Zhantang, he had no choice.
Ye Qingxuan knew that this fifth move was the beginning of the last five moves, and he would never allow Zheng Zhantang to have a chance to breathe, the winner could be decided at any moment.
What shocked him even more was that Wei Wuzui shot with all his strength without reservation, aiming to defeat the opponent.
Zheng Zhantang straightened his spine, his robes and sleeves were windless and automatic, his eyebrows were all stretched out, and his appearance became incomparably mighty, not inferior to Wei Wuzui, a mighty God of God. It was a mysterious change beyond any description, but it was a punch without fancy on the body of the giant cauldron.
boom!
Vigorous energy rolls across**.
The two backed away like an electric shock.
Zheng Zhantang retreated a little and then came back, bullying forward.
Wei Wuxuan's body turned around, and the giant tripod swept across Zheng Zhantang who was coming back in a normal way.
There is nothing extraordinary about this sixth move, but it is so slow that it is unreasonable. However, those who are on the sidelines clearly grasp that Wei Wuzui's move is faster than slow, and it is as clever as clumsy. Although there is no change, it is still It is full of ever-changing changes, like the infinite of heaven and earth, and the vastness of the universe without limit.
Wei Wugui failed to overwhelm Zheng Zhantang in terms of speed and internal strength, so he changed to the strange tricks of the giant tripod and the mighty power to win.
Zheng Zhantang used ever-changing movements, advancing and retreating, wanting to go up and down, using mysterious and unpredictable techniques with both hands, to meet Wei Wuzui's seamless and unconstrained blow.
Ye Qingxuan temporarily forgot about the terrible consequences that might happen, because he was so intoxicated by the sight—
What Zheng Zhantang used was a magic trick of remote strikes from afar. When he opened and closed his hands, countless gang qi turned into birds and flew towards Wei Wuxuan. It seemed that he could not pose any threat to Wei Wuxuan. On the other hand, there is no way to influence and change Wei Wuzui's domineering moves that never return.
However, every technique uses the congenital qigong of perfection and perfection, and hits the giant cauldron from a distance first, weaving an invisible but real qi net, like a silkworm spinning silk, and the cocoon formed by this qi slowly condenses, It erupted at the moment of the head-on confrontation with the enemy blade, and when it erupted, it was the moment when this move was condensed to the strongest point, resisting Wei Wuzui's sure-kill move with the strongest point.
There is a wonderful change in it, and the two sides have their own schemes and tried their best.
Less eyesight, but also to miss.
boom!
Zheng Zhantang's palms were almost miraculously clamped on one of the ears of Wei Wuzui's giant tripod. It was not the true strength of the palms, but the air cocoons that were gathered in the palms, which exactly offset Wei Wugui's domineering Gang Qi has achieved such a terrifying result.
Time seemed to stand still, and the two masters stopped opposing each other, as if they had become lifeless sculptures.
Just when Ye Qingxuan was holding his breath and couldn't figure out how many times the two of them had clashed internally, Wei Wuxuan let out a long laugh, and the huge cauldron was withdrawn from Zheng Zhantang's palms, and with a shake of his hand, he threw it directly above his head. , pointing straight at the position in the night sky, then jumped up vertically, changed hands to hold the two tripod legs, and slammed down like lightning.
The seventh move!
The seventh move of the two's mutual attack came at such a dangerous time of life-and-death struggle, Wei Wuzui must have gained an unimaginable advantage in the contest with the opponent just now!
Ye Qingxuan's eyes widened, and his heart twitched suddenly, worried that he would see Zheng Zhantang being smashed into meatloaf by this blow. If Zheng Zhantang died, the clues he had finally caught would be lost again.
And even if Zheng Zhantang has the ability to build the sky and build the earth, under such circumstances, it is difficult to resist Wei Wugui's move to penetrate the sky and the earth.
When the giant cauldron smashed into Zheng Zhantang's front with a distance of about a foot, the situation that taught everyone not to borrow each other happened without warning. Zheng Zhantang was shocked, and a tiger roared violently. Turned into a white tiger, suddenly turned to the side and jumped, and with an unimaginable dexterity, missed Wei Wuzui's move by a hair. It was so miraculous that people couldn't believe it, but it was true. .
boom!
There was a loud bang, centering on the place where Wei Wuzui hit the ground, the cracks spread outwards rapidly, and the burst of stellar energy blew the main hall into pieces, as if this house had never existed before, and suddenly disappeared. .
Ye Qingxuan and the other four were immediately blown away like pieces of paper, and Jiang Shuihan, who was weaker, spat blood and suffered serious internal injuries.
Everyone fell to the ground in amazement, the night scene in the sky and the hundreds of players who were also knocked to the ground around them all appeared in front of them.
Zheng Zhantang flew back in the air, the silver-white Gengjin aura erupted all over his body, a tiger roared slightly in the air, and the wind was like a knife, and several masters who were a little closer were blown to pieces of flesh and blood. The white glory, but a gray aura condensed on Zheng Zhantang's face, showing a sultry expression that he had never seen before, and said with a sinister smile: "Brother Wei is really strong, and forced me to use such a unique move, ten moves How about voiding the covenant? You and I will see life and death today!"
Everyone looked at Zheng Zhantang with horrified expressions. Zheng Zhantang, who used to be calm and generous in the past, now exuded a dangerous aura like a beast. This is a situation that no one has ever seen...
What kind of martial arts is this, what's going on here
Also showing a look of shock was Wei Wuxie, this master of heaven trembled for the first time, not only from anger, but also from excitement...
"[White Tiger Shocking God Art]!? Bastard, so you are the White Tiger, one of the Six Demon Sects!"
Wow—
Shouts of exclamation erupted all around!
These people were still working for Zheng Zhantang before they arrived, and they didn't even worry about being hated by the court. Their biggest reliance was the support of Fengyi Pavilion behind Zheng Zhantang.
As long as Fengyi Pavilion does not give up on Zheng Zhantang, even if he goes to rebel, there is still a big market for him.
The only difficult choice is the identity of the Demon Sect.
Zheng Zhantang is a member of the Demon Sect. No matter how respected he is in the Demon Sect, he is still a public enemy of the martial arts. To join Zheng Zhantang is to join the Demon Sect. Everyone will be his enemy, and the price will be too high, so it is definitely not something that he can take refuge in easily.
As soon as Zheng Zhantang revealed the martial arts of the Demon Sect, many of his subordinates immediately fell into a situation of great hesitation.
"stop!"
Among the crowd who were still fighting fiercely, there was a shout, a fight, and whoosh, several figures flashed out and stood in one place. The leaders were Tang Lin from the Tang Sect and Yang Poyun from the Shenjian Sect. More than a dozen innate masters were recruited by Zheng Zhantang.
At this moment, everyone stared at Zheng Zhantang with expressions of disbelief.
The same figure flickered, Ruhua, Meng Yuanyun and Huangfu Taiming also got down and stood behind Ye Qingxuan, watching the changes in the situation.
Yang Poyun in the crowd asked Zheng Zhantang a little angrily, "Master Zheng, I wonder if what Mr. Wei said just now is true?"
Zheng Zhantang stroked his long beard, glanced at him with disdain, and asked lightly, "What are you talking about?"
"Your Excellency is the Lord of the White Tiger, one of the six princes of the Demon Sect..."
"Bold!" Zheng Zhantang yelled angrily with a bad feeling that he had never felt in his heart, "How dare you doubt the truth? I have been able to sit where I am today, and what kind of thorough investigations and tests I have gone through. Don't you think the court is stupid? ? Do you think Yan Jingliu, the dean of Confucian Academy, my senior brother, is stupid? Do you think Zhuo Huifan, the owner of Fengyi Pavilion, is also stupid? Could it be that these people will collude with the people of the Demon Sect? Others If you frame me like this, you will believe that it is in vain that I treat you well!"
The surrounding crowd was buzzing again.
Yang Poyun was scolded like hell, but since he dared to ask, he dared to take the responsibility. No matter what Zheng Zhantang's identity was, Wei Wuxie, as a master of heaven, would never target him indiscriminately. At the bottom of my eyes, this is indeed an incomparably evil kung fu, and it is definitely not the kung fu of the Confucian Academy.
Zheng Zhantang hid it so deeply that no one would believe it if there was nothing weird about it.
Instead of participating in this unclear state, it is better to retreat as soon as possible...
Yang Poyun turned the iron bow behind his back, cupped his hands towards Zheng Zhantang, and said: "Mr. Zheng invited me, the matter here is too complicated. Although Yang was ordered by his master to assist Mr. Zheng, but at this moment, I believe that Mr. The elder didn't dare not to ask the ins and outs of the matter. Yang is incompetent, so he immediately reported the matter to the teacher, and he has nothing to do with Yang in this matter!"
After finishing speaking, he cupped his hands towards the surroundings, turned around and left!
Similarly, that Tang Lin was not a master who was willing to be used. With Yang Poyun as an example, he bowed his hand and retreated.
The withdrawal of the two most powerful masters in this crowd immediately triggered a chain effect. From time to time, some people in the surrounding crowd dropped their armor and weapons and chose to leave.
Zheng Zhantang was trembling with anger at this time, but there was no way to stop it, because Wei Wuzu's aura had been firmly locked on his body, as long as he moved, it would definitely attract Wei Wuzu's thunderous attack.
Zheng Zhantang was very angry in his heart. The moment he used the [White Tiger Shocking God Art], he already had the consciousness of being smashed by others. After all, this exercise is very famous in the martial arts, and it has been branded in the terrifying memories of many sects. , even if you haven't seen it, you still have a general understanding of the power of this technique and the situation when it is used.
Zheng Zhantang has not used this set of exercises for at least several decades, in order to maintain his hard-won status over the years, and to practice the exercises of the Confucian Academy more hard. Unexpectedly, in the end, it was still a failure.
Zheng Zhantang's anger can be imagined, and all the blame is undoubtedly directed at Wei Wugui, the culprit!
"Wei Wugui, should we change the game of life and death from gambling to death?" Zheng Zhantang said in a deep voice.
"Why do you have to do this?" Wei Wugui replied proudly, "There are still three moves in the ten moves. Three moves are enough to capture you, a traitor!"