After learning the true identity of the Bloody Hand Man, Chu Muyun and Bai Ao began to plan how to capture him. Bai Ao proposed to set up a trap three days later when the Wuyun Sect selected Sword Kuang. Chu Muyun was a little confused about the name "Sword Kuang", and Bai Ao hurriedly explained his respected status in the sect.
After hearing that sword madmen can run rampant in the sect, even the elders and headmasters do not need to bow, and can enjoy all high-quality resources first, Chu Muyun thinks this plan is feasible. In addition, with the Netherworld Knife as the prize, Shen Tu Zifeng will definitely show up. Bai Ao immediately went to notify Elder Qian, and then left Chu Muyun's room to find Qian Tongshen.
At this time, Su Muyang came over and praised Chu Muyun's idea. Chu Muyun sneered slightly, only saying that when an injustice is redressed, the cancer of the sect can be eradicated in one fell swoop. Su Muyang didn't know why, so he asked his cousin what he meant, but Chu Muyun said that he didn't need to worry about it, he would understand it when the time comes.
In the past three days, everyone in Wuyun Sect was abuzz with excitement about the upcoming selection of sword madness. Everyone was looking forward to this grand event, but they didn't know that a storm was coming. And Chu Muyun had already planned everything in his heart. Just waiting for Shentu Zifeng to fall into the trap, he wanted to make the truth known to the world and let those with evil intentions receive the punishment they deserve.
Three days later, the auditorium of the Wuyun Sect’s Eight Yuan Platform was filled with people. The eyes of hundreds of Wuyun Sect disciples were all focused on the Netherworld Sword inserted in the middle of the Eight Yuan Platform. superior. This sword was made of black gold. The ruby embedded in the middle of the mouth shone strangely in the sun, making the whole sword look like a ghost-headed sword brought out from hell, exuding a frightening aura.
"What a sword! What a sword!" The disciples in the audience exclaimed in admiration, their eyes full of desire and greed. They all know that if they can become the master of this sword, it means they will have the supreme status and glory in the sect.
At this time, Chu Muyun, whose pseudonym was Lin Ding, was hiding among the crowd, observing everything around him calmly. He was waiting for Shen Tu Zifeng to appear, secretly thinking about the various situations that might happen next. Bai Ao was not far away, with a serious look on his face, and he was also prepared to deal with any changes.
Just when everyone was immersed in the wonder and desire for the Netherworld Knife, a breeze blew quietly, as if indicating that a storm was coming.
Wu Ling stood in the middle of the ring and shouted: "Disciples! Today is the day for our Wuyun sect to select sword madness. I hope all my friends and nephews will sign up to bring glory to the sect!"
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Wu Ling went on to explain the rules of the competition: "In the first round, each team relies on their boxing skills. If they win sixteen games in a row, they can be promoted to the second round where they win with weapons. In the second round, eight will advance to four, and in the third round, four will advance to two. Finals. Okay, let’s begin!”
Following Wu Ling’s order, the first one to appear was Ma Zhong, the flying phantom sword on the grass. I saw him jumping onto the ring lightly, with confidence and excitement in his eyes. The disciples in the audience immediately cheered, full of expectations for this exciting contest.
HorseAfter Zhong bowed his hands and saluted all around, he took up his posture and prepared to face his first opponent. The other disciples are also eager to try,
Ma Zhong, Flying Phantom Sword on the Grass, is a slightly famous disciple of the Wuyun Sect. He has been obsessed with Qinggong and swordsmanship since he was a child. With his talent and hard training, he has developed a unique skill.
His light kung fu is very good. He can gallop on the grass like flying and move as fast as a phantom, so he is nicknamed "Flying on the Grass". He also has a deep study of sword techniques, and his phantom sword makes him superb. His sword techniques are strange and changeable, making people elusive.
Ma Zhong usually has a bold personality and has made many friends in the sect. But on the fighting field, he will instantly become serious and go all out to win. He was eager to stand out in this selection, prove his strength, and add luster to his martial arts path.
At this time, Ma Zhong clasped his fists and saluted the people around him, and said loudly: "Everyone, senior brothers and senior sisters "Junior brother, today is a big day, please come up and try a few tricks to make me a master of axes."
As soon as he said this, many disciples in the audience were ready to move. Soon, a sturdy disciple jumped onto the ring and stood opposite Ma Zhong. After the two bowed to each other, they quickly started a fierce fight. Ma Zhong's body is flexible and he shuttles like a phantom, while the disciple is strong and strong, and his fists generate wind. For a moment, the ring was full of people coming and going, it was very lively.
As the competition progressed, the surrounding disciples became excited and cheered one after another.
The audience in the audience were all watching attentively, their eyes fixed on the two people on the ring. I saw that Ma Zhong relied on his agility to skillfully avoid the opponent's attacks many times, and occasionally he could fight back with a few moves, leaving his opponent in a hurry.
Seeing that he could not attack for a long time, the sturdy disciple gradually became a little impatient, and his moves began to become a little messy. Ma Zhong seized this opportunity, dodged around behind the opponent, and kicked the sturdy disciple off the ring with a flying kick.
"Okay!" There was a burst of cheers from the audience. With a smile on his face, Ma Zhong clasped his fists and saluted around him again, and then shouted loudly: "Who else wants to come up and teach me?" At this time, another disciple jumped onto the ring, and a new round of competition began again. The battle on the ring became more and more intense.
At this time, Tao Shan, the Broken Gold Knife, yelled: "Junior Brother Ma, let me help you practice a few moves." Then, Tao Shan put the knife aside and waved it. Open posture.
The two of them were fighting each other instantly, punching and kicking, so fiercely. Tao Shan's moves were fierce and powerful, and Ma Zhong responded flexibly. However, as time passed and several rounds passed, Ma Zhong finally lost strength and was knocked off his horse by Tao Shan's palm.
The audience was in an uproar. Some people felt sorry for Ma Zhong, while others expressed admiration for Tao Shan's strength. Tao Shan stood on the ring, looked around majestically, and said loudly: "AndWho wants to challenge me? "For a while, the audience was a little quiet, as if everyone was thinking about whether to go on stage and give it a try.
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After a while, there was another A disciple flew up and started a new round of competition with Tao Shan. Both sides came and went, each showing their abilities. Tao Shan was able to handle the challenge with ease, relying on his solid skills and rich combat experience. Not to be outdone, he tried his best, but eventually fell behind.
After a fierce battle, the disciple also lost two games in a row, and his momentum became stronger. At this time, the atmosphere under the ring became more and more tense. Everyone was looking forward to the next person who could compete with Tao Shan.
After a few hours, the disciples on the stage took turns to come on stage. It was very lively. Chu Muyun was discussing privately with Bai Ao in the audience.
Chu Muyun frowned slightly and said softly: "This Tao Shan does have some skills, it seems he wants to win. It's not easy to get past him. "
Bai Ao nodded and responded: "But the disciples behind us should not be underestimated. This selection is getting more and more exciting. "
While watching the competition on the stage, they analyzed the advantages and disadvantages of each disciple. At this time, the battle was still going on fiercely in the arena, and every contest attracted everyone's attention. .
As time went by, some powerful disciples gradually emerged, and they showed off their martial arts skills in the arena, and Chu Muyun and Bai Ao continued to cheer in low voices. As we talked, we were thinking about various possible situations and countermeasures. In this noisy atmosphere, the selection continued to advance until there were only three places left.< /p>
Chu Muyun just flew over to challenge, brothers and sisters, junior brother Lin Ding is here, please come up and compete with me. As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Yunqing shouted: "Lin Ding! I must destroy you today! "Chu Muyun sneered slightly, "Yan Yunqing, you are here to avenge the sword.
You..." Yan Yunqing's face turned red and white. He went to see Chu Muyun a few days ago. In the end, Chu Muyun killed the thing in his crotch with a knife. Several disciples in the audience whispered, "Oh, we have met an old enemy on a narrow road, but this time the two of them are unarmed, and Lin Ding will probably suffer." "
At this time, the atmosphere in the arena became extremely tense. Yan Yunqing's eyes were spitting fire, and he wanted to rush forward and tear Chu Muyun into pieces immediately. Chu Muyun, on the other hand, had a calm face, and did not seem to care about it. Taking Yan Yunqing's threat seriously, Yan Yunqing roared and flew towards Chu Muyun, and the two of them instantly struggled.
Without the blessing of weapons, this battle was more close. A battle of physical fighting skills and strength. Chu Muyun nimbly avoided Yan Yunqing's attacks, and occasionally struck back, making Yan Yunqing a little confused. However, Yan Yunqing still had strong hatred in her heart. Attacks become more ruthlessSpicy,
Gradually, Chu Muyun also felt some pressure. The audience in the audience widened their eyes and stared at every move on the stage, speculating on the outcome of this fight.
Chu Muyun did not dare to use Longyuan Palm, but used Jingtai Palm. I saw him dancing with his palms, hitting several palms in succession like a turbulent wave, each palm carrying powerful power and momentum.
When Yan Yunqing saw this, he was not to be outdone and tried his best to deal with it. But Chu Muyun's wave palms were as continuous as the ocean waves, making it gradually difficult for Yan Yunqing to resist.
As the battle progressed, Chu Muyun gradually gained the upper hand, and his palm skills became more and more powerful, beating Yan Yunqing back steadily. Yan Yunqing was anxious and angry, but there was nothing she could do.
Everyone in the audience was shocked and applauded Chu Muyun's performance. At this time, Yan Yunqing was already in a miserable state, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. Chu Muyun saw the right moment and struck out with a sudden palm, knocking Yan Yunqing back a few steps. Yan Yunqing staggered and almost fell to the ground. His eyes widened, full of unwillingness and anger,
but he could not change the situation in front of him. Chu Muyun had a stern look on his face. He knew that this battle was not over yet and he had to remain vigilant to prevent Yan Yunqing from counterattacking. The situation in the arena became more and more tense.
After Yan Yunqing stabilized his figure, a trace of evil flashed in his eyes, and he rushed towards Chu Muyun again. Chu Muyun was not afraid at all and responded calmly with Jingtao Palm.
The two were entangled again, and the sound of fists and palms intersecting could be heard endlessly. Chu Muyun's wave palms piled up like waves, constantly impacting Yan Yunqing, while Yan Yunqing resisted with all his strength.
In the fierce confrontation, many scars gradually appeared on Yan Yunqing's body, but he still had no intention of giving up. Chu Muyun was also a little surprised at his tenacity, but the offensive in his hands became more and more fierce.
After a few more moves, Yan Yunqing finally ran out of strength and was knocked away by Chu Muyun's palm, falling heavily under the ring. He struggled a few times, but failed to stand up again. The audience was in an uproar. Some people marveled at Chu Muyun's strength, while others felt sad about Yan Yunqing's fate.
Chu Muyun stood on the ring and looked around, his eyes showing determination and confidence.