As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Jiu suddenly kicked the ground and exerted force. He rushed straight towards Yunwang. Before the man could approach him, the Miao Dao had already slashed down from the oblique side, surprisingly violently.

If this knife is solid, it will be enough to cut a person, bones and flesh.

"What a strong temper."

Yun Wang raised a knife and met it, and the soldiers slammed each other. Chen Jiu's arm sank, and a powerful force rushed forward along the blade. From his perspective, it was obvious that the weapon in the opponent's hand was half an inch thicker than an ordinary sword. It was not as good as a sword, but rather a steel mace that had opened its edge.

The Sun and Moon double swords, the unique weapon of the Three Emperors' Sect, was derived from the Three Emperors' cannon hammer boxing technique, and it exerted force like a rolling stone.

Yun Wang pressed the Miao knife down with one knife, and the other knife was as tricky as a snake, smearing her neck.

Chen Jiu frowned and took a step back. His body was not chaotic. He planned to rely on the length advantage of the weapon to attack far. Unexpectedly, Yun Wang was unreasonable and stepped forward. The offensive and defensive situation changed instantly!

clang!

clang!

clang!

Accompanied by a series of dense and clear iron sounds, the figures of the two were almost submerged in the light of the sword.

Chen Jiu's waist and back twisted like a grinding disc, and the Miaodao waved a series of round arcs, like a surging wave. In contrast, although Yun Wang was the main attacker, his style was steady and more like a steady reef.

The tide hits the shore!

The guests were staring at each other. They never expected that the two had such a fierce fight just now.

Wearing the Miao Knife and the Sun and Moon swords, both belong to the Northern School of Martial Arts, and their styles are both brave and collide with each other. The sword is fatal, making people's eyelids tremble.

Just a few blinks,

The layman could not see the dangerous tricks, but felt that he was experiencing blood and tricks. If it weren't for his identity, he would have applauded.

"Clean!"

After about five or six rounds, Yun Wang put the Miao Dao in his right hand and slid the blade inward, as if he was going to pick Chen Jiu's wrist, but he just made a fake move and opened several steps away.

"Tired?"

Chen Jiu grinned and her teeth were so white.

“Good waist strength.”

Yun Wang was a little heavy in breathing, and he didn't care. Sweat flowed down his temples.

"The waist and back of the hanging knife are used as the axis so that the Yunguan Master can see the good waist of the young man." Chen Jiu's expression was solemn, mixed with an indescribable excitement, and his pupils were slightly red.

"I will also hear about the firecrackers of the Three Emperors' Sect."

Yun Wang stepped forward, his swords were like rainbows.

Chen Jiu tightened his cheeks, pulled a horse stance and stood on his stance. The tip of the knife was fiercely ruthlessly with his waist strength. The target was Yun Wang's crotch!

"Hiss~~"

Some spectators couldn't help but take a breath and couldn't help but lift their pants.

"knock!"

The two swords overlapped and closed the blade, but they were no longer as strong and masculine. Yun Wang's pair of blades were like sinister and lingering beast nets, firmly sticking the long sword.

"Give up the knife!"

Yun Wang shouted softly, and his swords were like cuts, strangling Chen Jiu's right arm holding the knife upwards.

"OK."

Chen Jiu actually let go of the hilt of the knife, and took advantage of the opportunity to touch the front of his left palm. He seemed to be light and had no strength, but he could break the blood vessels on the other party's neck.

Dressing the door and wiping the face

At worst, you can exchange your life for injury!

At this moment, Chen Jiu glanced at Yun Wang's face.

He is laughing.

The scalp exploded, as if it was an intuition warning. Chen Jiu had no time to turn his head slightly, and then a shoe tip hit the left side of his head like black lightning!

Bang!

Chen Jiu rolled on the spot twice before barely removing the abundant force and took the opportunity to hook the weapon back with his toes.

"This move just now was called the immortal wielding the dust."

Yun Wang's eyes were filled with cold and fierce light.

"The Three Emperors' Cannons are pounding, and they are like cannons. Will my firecrackers sound?"

Chen Jiu licked her teeth and spit out a bloody saliva star.

"I've learned it."

"continue?"

"continue."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Jiu kicked his feet and Miao Dao slashed out on the side, which seemed to be the same as the first round.

Yun Wang raised his knife to fight, but suddenly a flower in front of him.

The guests outside the ring could see clearly that when the weapons were about to collide, Chen Jiu's footwork changed violently, but there was almost no sound, and quietly slid to the back of Yunwang!

Dressing knife and spatula style

"It's just a new bottle of old wine."

Yun Wang learned such a lesson from Zuo Fengtu on the original ring, so he was not at all panic and turned around and fought back immediately.

In contrast, Chen Jiu turned around in a big circle, and his steps were half slower. He had to change his move temporarily, changing to a spatula-type to a push-type, and the target of the slash also changed from his forehead to his left arm.

Yun Wang moved his left hand, and the handle of the knife swirled in his palm, corrected it and held it back, hooking the spine of Miao Dao like a plier.

With the unique fierce twisting technique of the hangmen, Chen Jiu flexibly pulled back his weapons. The long sword spun around him to create a full circle like a fifteen-moon, and then slashed it down again. He still refused to give in and aimed at Yun Wang's left arm that he had explored!

"Give up the knife!"

Yun Wang smiled slightly when he heard this, letting the weapon take off and fall.

The single sword was knocked away from a distance and inserted into a pillar that painted a phoenix.

After all, he was a young man who couldn't hold back his anger, but he lost his strategic sense.

Yun Wang thought this in his heart, and he pushed himself toward the other party, his body almost filled the gap between the two, and he seemed to have seen the dawn of victory.

The Miao Dao is too long and too heavy, so it is not advantageous in close combat, and...

Chen Jiu tried to draw the knife and return to defense, but his wrist holding the knife was pinched by Yun Wangkongkong's left hand.

Three Emperors' Sect·Tiger's mouth clasp!

The owner of the Renzong Sect had extremely deep skills in his fingers. His fingers were deeply trapped in the muscles, and a large piece of purple green was pulled out, completely sealing the possibility of Chen Jiu's counterattack.

Seeing victory in sight, Yun Wang's speed and intensity went up to a higher level, and the right sword path was intertwined like a rainstorm.

The two of them were so close that their pupils reflected their expressions.

Never die!

Chen Jiu only had one arm left to move freely, and the flesh and blood could not resist the knife edge, so he had to retreat one after another, and his footwork became more and more messy. A single knife like a curtain stuck to his belly, ribs, neck, heart and other vital points, and refused to let go, and he was surrounded by danger.

But at this moment, Chen Jiu stumbled under his feet, making it worse.

"Win."

At the same moment, Yun Wang's eyes were extremely ferocious.

The blade was only half an inch away from Chen Jiu's neck, and he was about to lick the fresh blood.

However, at such a critical moment of life and death, Yunwang's vision suddenly became dark, and an inexplicable shoe tip continued to magnify.

Chen Jiu, who was controlled by others, deliberately slipped and raised his left leg while taking advantage of the situation. He was as fierce as a dragon and kicked Zhong Yunwang's chin hard!

Immortals swing their dust!

Yun Wang was as if he was hit by a heavy hammer. He spewed a mouthful of blood to the sky, and his short and thick body threw it high and fell heavily.

The jaw is deformed and the mouth and nose are red.

The winner has been decided.

Chen Jiu moved his bruised and sore wrists, held the knife in one hand, lowered his head, and looked at Shangyun Wangxian's gaze.

"Since you are on the ring, you will be in a life and death... be proud of yourself!"
Chapter completed!