"Xinglong, I didn't expect us to persist until the last moment in this martial arts conference. Although our battle is related to the ranking of the top ten masters in the world, it does not need to be divided into life and death. Frankly speaking, we can persist until the end. Here, my heart is calm. I have a suggestion, what do you think?"
Just when Zhao Xinglong and Liu Jiajun faced each other, Liu Jiajun suddenly spoke.
"Um?"
Hearing these words, Zhao Xinglong felt Liu Jiajun's aura again, he didn't seem to be fighting fiercely at all, just like his words, he didn't have any thoughts of killing or fighting at all, he was indeed calm.
So Zhao Xinglong said happily: "Do you have any suggestions?"
"Old rules, let's join hands."
Liu Jiajun smiled gently.
As soon as he said this, there was an uproar in the audience.
Many people did not expect that at the most intense moment of the martial arts conference, the final stage of life and death, Liu Jiajun actually proposed such a gentle duel method.
Trying hands-on skills was originally a good communication between the older generation of martial arts masters in the Republic of China. It can not only try out the depth of kung fu, but also avoid casualties caused by life-and-death melee.
But this kind of hand-in-hand can't test the kung fu of actual combat. In actual combat, there are ever-changing changes, and life and death are instantaneous, and it is not possible to distinguish them by hand-in-hand.
Now that Liu Jiajun proposes such a gentle fight, it is really not in line with the fierce fighting atmosphere of the Martial Arts Conference.
It's as if a romantic detail was suddenly injected into a horror movie, which greatly dilutes the extremely tense bloody atmosphere.
"Well, we are both Chinese, and we are in the same room. Why do we need to fight each other? Trying to work together is just what I want."
Zhao Xinglong laughed, feeling extremely comfortable.
The two looked at each other and smiled, as if they had completely forgotten about the bloody fight for the top ten in the Martial Arts Tournament, their fame and fortune, the two young masters were communicating easily.
Standing opposite each other, with the four hands clasped together, it is like pushing hands in Tai Chi.
As soon as the bell rang, the two moved at the same time, Zhao Xinglong held his breath, drummed his hands slightly, and sent it upwards, using his elbows forcefully, using the "Jumping Gun" in Bajiquan, but the force was contained but not released.
As soon as Liu Jiajun stepped back, he pulled back with his hand, and used a "slow turning mill" to hold back Zhao Xinglong's momentum, and waited for the opponent's remaining momentum to be exhausted, then pushed back.
Zhao Xinglong's body turned slightly, his stomach straightened, his feet turned backwards, his hands collapsed, and he lifted up violently, trying to make Liu Jiajun collapse and fly away.
Liu Jiajun raised his eyebrows, planted his feet, pressed them down, and suddenly turned his feet, which turned out to be the unique skill of "five-star lianzhu".
Zhao Xinglong was inattentive this time, and his body was slightly out of balance, and his center of gravity was shifted backwards.
"Okay!" Liu Jiajun's eyes lit up, he turned around casually, and followed suit with the eight poles, trying to lift Zhao Xinglong into the air.
However, in this critical can, Zhao Xinglong's body swayed from side to side, and suddenly the ground sank, like a reef washed away by thousands of years of sea water, no matter how Liu Jiajun picked it, he remained motionless.
Just when Liu Jiajun didn't make a move, Zhao Xinglong immediately counterattacked, his hands were still stuck together, and he pressed down. Once pressed, Liu Jiajun felt a strong force coming, and his body involuntarily took several long strides. But it left Zhao Xinglong's hand.
The hands of the two are no longer together.
"Huh? Xinglong, what kind of kung fu did you do just now?" Liu Jiajun didn't continue to fight after leaving, but asked in surprise.
"This is the one-style body technique I created by myself in the seabed for three years to stabilize my body according to the undercurrent. It's called 'Dinghai Needle'."
Zhao Xinglong laughed.
"Dinghai Needle is really good. I lost a hand. I have benefited a lot from today's contest, and the future will be long!" Liu Jiajun smiled and walked out of the venue lightly.
Although Liu Jiajun conceded defeat, in the hearts of many masters present, they felt that this young man really possessed a unique charm.
At the same time, this martial arts competition between Zhao Xinglong and Liu Jiajun can be said to be the most peaceful confrontation in the martial arts tournament.
But experts can tell that the skills of both sides in this fight are no easier than a life-and-death duel, and the gold content is also very high.
At this time, there were only twelve people remaining in the venue, including Wang Chao, God, Ba Liming, Yan Yuanyi, Feng Cai, Yue Peng, Huo Linger, Luo Xiaomeng, Tan Wendong, Bai Quanyi, and Zhu Hongzhi.
The final twelve of the Martial Arts Conference, that is to say, there are still two battles, two people are eliminated, and the top ten places are really determined.
Everyone began to look up, and finally determined the two rankings of the places.
The computer's large screen, flickering endlessly, froze on the two names.
Huo Linger.
Luo Xiaomeng.
"Hehe, hehe." Seeing her name, Luo Xiaomeng entered the stage, and turned her eyes to Huo Ling'er who was whispering: "Shall we have a hand-in-hand like Xinglong and Jiajun?"
Huo Ling'er raised her hand: "I heard that you have learned kung fu with Changmei for a while, and you have learned all his boxing techniques. You can also be regarded as his heir. If I fight against you today, it is also my A confrontation between master and your master, let's do it."
"Okay!" Luo Xiaomeng looked at Huo Linger's eyes, her heart tightened, and she stopped talking, but guarded her spirit tightly, without relaxing at all, quickly accumulating strength.
The bell is ringing!
Luo Xiaomeng's feet flashed like fire, approaching Huo Ling'er at an indescribable speed, and punched out.
Huo Ling'er turned around and stepped back, her footwork was like stepping on a lotus flower, and she swung her hands backwards, hitting Luo Xiaomeng's head in a "drunk imperial concubine" style.
Luo Xiaomeng raised her hand to pass, twisted her backhand, strangled with the reverse twisting technique, pierced through with the other hand, and the cavalry protruded with knives and guns! It pierced Huo Linger's throat bone.
Between the two of them fighting, they used killer moves one after another, as if they were mortal enemies, in stark contrast to the previous fight between Zhao Xinglong and Liu Jiajun, which made the people watching there feel as if they were separated from another world.
Naturally, Huo Ling'er would not let Luo Xiaomeng hit her in the throat. She raised her palm, and her slender five fingers shone with a moving luster, as if it contained all the magic power in the world, giving people a sense of mastery. Feel.
Her five fingers lay across her throat, and with a light grasp, she pinched Luo Xiaomeng's wrist. At the same time, the technique of "old ape pulling branches" was repeatedly used to break Luo Xiaomeng's bones.
But Luo Xiaomeng's bones seemed to be as soft as cotton, and her skin was as slippery as a loach. She slid and slipped out from between Huo Linger's five fingers.
This is actually the kung fu of "slipping the palm" in Baguazhang.
After "slipping" out, Luo Xiaomeng closed her eyes, raised her left foot at will, threw it sideways, and kicked Huo Linger's inner calf.
Huo Ling'er bent down, and with one hand like a sickle, she cut down her leg. It was the wheat cutting rack she wanted to hook to Luo Xiaomeng's leg.
Who would have known that Luo Xiaomeng's kick was a false move, and after kicking it out, she turned around again, dodged a cut, and rushed out with both hands, hitting Huo Linger's bent back with the force of a storm .
Splash the wind!
Huo Ling'er suddenly caught her waist, and her whole waist seemed to be rotating beyond the twisted degree of the human body. With only one turn, she avoided Luo Xiaomeng's pounding force.
"Um?"
Luo Xiaomeng also didn't expect that Huo Ling'er actually dodged like this, and while the opponent was spinning, one could clearly feel that the fingertips of the opponent's right hand were heating up sharply, which was obviously due to the concentration of strength and was about to hit come over.
"Am I defenseless?" Luo Xiaomeng sensed this, her heart moved, she took two steps back, then suddenly took three steps forward, and punched out obliquely, as if the enemy had the opportunity to hit Huo Ling'er vigorously Gathered fingers.
Who would have known that the temperature change of Huo Linger's fingers suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if she had never gathered strength. At the same time, under Luo Xiaomeng's induction, the other's left foot was surging with blood, as if It's about to explode at any time.
"not good!"
Only then did Luo Xiaomeng know that at this moment, Huo Ling'er was changing the qi and blood in her body to confuse her sensitive senses, thus creating an illusion.
"Her qi and blood are playing with her, and she is so superb! Do whatever you want!"
Misjudgment made a mistake.
Luo Xiaomeng showed a slight flaw in her mind, quickly calmed down, took a step back, and put on the defensive.
Huo Ling'er sneered coldly, and struck out with both hands and feet repeatedly, unexpectedly displaying the momentum of fencing, attacking with two hands in a row, "Silver Python Stance" and "Golden Scale Stance", two fast attacks using hands instead of swords, in all directions Attacking Luo Xiaomeng's every loophole.
"Silver Python Poses" and "Golden Scale Poses" are the fastest strikes in ancient swordsmanship, and they are most suitable for fast attacks in one go. Now when they are displayed at this critical juncture, Huo Linger can be said to use them just right.
Luo Xiaomeng blocked from left to right. Although she was on the defensive, she didn't lose the wind at all. She breathed an extremely long breath, showing that she could completely match Huo Linger's strength.
However, after Huo Ling'er finished the two quick moves, she seemed to have brought her attack momentum to the peak. She suddenly shook her feet, raised her hands high, pressed her whole body, and used the "Tiantian Seal" .
In one seal, fists and arms came into contact, shaking Luo Xiaomeng's whole body. After taking a few steps back, she stabilized her body. Her face was flushed, her eyebrows were raised, and she took a deep breath before she stabilized herself. The blood was surging.
"Huh? You actually took my Heaven Turning Seal? It's just blood floating! It's really amazing!" Seeing Luo Xiaomeng like this, Huo Ling'er didn't make a move, but stopped, showing a trace of surprise on her face.
"What a fierce punch." Luo Xiaomeng took a few deep breaths and raised her hand, "You have played with the blood in your body to perfection, and it only takes a few months of recuperation to enter the realm of alchemy. You are better than me. The previous step, at this juncture, winning or losing has no meaning. In this martial arts conference, I have already obtained all the things I want. What I have seen, experienced, and felt, this kind of wealth is more important than before. Ten is much more important, I don't want to fight anymore."
After finishing speaking, Luo Xiaomeng rubbed her hands and walked out without saying that she lost.
But her behavior like this is tantamount to exiting. If you don't admit defeat, you lose.
With Luo Xiaomeng's retreat, there were only eleven people left in the martial arts conference!
The last game, the elimination of the top ten.
Everyone, including the countless people watching in front of the broadcast, held their breath.
It took a long time to jump on the big computer screen before the names of the two people popped up.
Yue Peng.
Yan Yuanyi.