Comprehensive martial artist

The fifth knockout round started in the afternoon, and the remaining ten people were all on standby, feeling vaguely that a big battle was coming.

Of course, with the exception of Dong Zhihua and Changsun Runhua, they all received the secret order from the upper echelon. This competition only needs to send Xiao Mu to the semi-finals, and Dong Zhihua will directly admit defeat to Xiao Mu when the time comes. As for the eldest Sun Runhua, he can choose to fight or not to fight. Anyway, their cultivation base is the lowest among the remaining ten people. It is almost impossible for them to win. After all, among the remaining eight people , Xiao Mu and Prodigal Son needless to say, the other six are not fuel-efficient lamps.

This round opened five arenas, and ten people entered the arena at the same time to start the competition.

When everyone took the stage, there was an undercurrent surging on the rostrum.

"President Ye, those young men of yours are pretty good." The white-haired old man on Ye Qingfeng's left twisted his beard and said while staring at Xiao Mu who was taking the stage.

When Ye Qingfeng heard the words, he didn't answer, he just laughed lightly, which made the old man dissatisfied and let out a cold snort.

"Oh, brother John, don't be angry, our boys have all been eliminated one by one." The old man who spoke was the old man of Audrey, his tone was relaxed, and there was a taste of ridicule, obviously he was an optimist people.

The people in charge of the surrounding island countries, Eastern Europe, and the United States all smiled when they heard the words. They still have their juniors on stage, which can be regarded as some comfort.

The white-haired old man is the person in charge of Western Europe. There are warrior families in Western Europe, but they are either in a deep sleep or have just woken up. There is no one in the top row at all, so they were all eliminated in several rounds of knockout rounds. up.

"Hmph, you old fellows." The white-haired old man blew his beard angrily, but there was nothing he could do, he really didn't dare to do anything here.

In the arena, Xiao Mu was the first to win and advance because of Dong Zhihua's surrender, while the other arenas were all caught in a fierce battle.

Ring No. [-], the prodigal son faced off against Tsukiomi Toyoda.

Toyoda Tsukiomi is very handsome, so handsome that it can be said that he is fair and beautiful, but at the same time he has a strong masculinity, a combination of masculinity and femininity, a pair of black and white eyes, calmly looking at the prodigal son.

The prodigal son was wearing a yin and yang fish mask, and Tsukiomi Toyoda pulled out a wooden sword at the same time, standing opposite each other.

Suddenly, the two act at the same time.

Toyoto Tsukiomi's sword pointed forward, bursting out with internal force. Although it was a wooden sword, it shone coldly under the cover of his internal force, and the sharpness of the blade was no less than that of a real sword.

"Consolidation of internal force?" The prodigal son was surprised, the palace can release internal force, but to condense internal force, it needs to be in the king's realm.

This Toyota Yuechen turned out to be a king!

"King Jing!" Xiao Mu in the lounge was naturally aware of the details of Toyota Yuechen's internal force covering the sword body and condensing the blade, and was shocked. He didn't expect that Toyota Yuechen was hiding so deeply!Surprisingly, the strength of King Jing can be hidden and disguised!

In the arena, excitement appeared in the prodigal son's eyes. Finally, he could show off his skills and start his first battle to enter the king's realm!

Toyoda Yuechen struck with his long sword, and the prodigal son blocked it with his horizontal sword. The two of them broke apart as soon as they touched each other, like lightning and flint.

"You are strong." Tsukiomi Toyoda stood with a sword in his hand, his expression indifferent, "but you are not my opponent."

The prodigal son turned his head, held the sword in one hand, and pinched his fingers with the other, "You are right." He moved forward with his sword horizontally, "But you are not his opponent either."

As soon as the words fell, the two rushed to each other again.

Toyoda Yuechen's martial arts methods are very similar to China's ancient martial arts, which annoys the prodigal son, who doesn't know where he learned it from.

boom!

With a muffled sound, the palms of the two hit each other's chest, and they separated immediately.

The prodigal son took five or six steps back before stopping, his hands covering his chest, a trace of scarlet flowed out from under his mask, and his breath became a little messy.

And Toyota Yuechen only took three steps back, and his breath was a little disordered, and his face was slightly pale.

In this competition of internal strength, it was the prodigal son who lost.

"I underestimated you." Tsukiomi Toyoda rubbed his chest to relieve the pain, and smiled when he looked at the prodigal son again, his eyes became crazy, his handsome face was ferocious, and his aura unfolded like a rainbow, The huge aura was like a wild beast, and it rushed towards the prodigal son.

"Taiji yin and yang, gossip to calm the spirit, thousands of changes, the law is inseparable!" The prodigal son silently recited the mantra, pinched his sword fingers, and the clothes hem automatically without wind, a detached aura burst out, resisting Toyoda Yuechen's aura.

"Come again!" Toyoto Tsukiomi kicked the ground violently, and rushed towards the prodigal son.

"Sword Yin." The prodigal son turned around slowly, his body followed his waist, his arms walked with him, his sword moved with his elbows, and his whole body drew a circle on the spot. When Toyota Yuechen stabbed in front of him with a sword, the prodigal son just caught it .

The moment the two swords came into contact, Toyoda Tsukiomi frowned. He felt that the prodigal son's sword seemed to release a force. As the prodigal son retreated, his sword was moved by his sword, and he lost control.

Toyoda Yuechen doesn't understand, this is the prodigal son's Tai Chi sword, Wudang Tai Chi is ever-changing, although there are fixed mental formulas, but each person's Tai Chi sword comprehends are different in strength and femininity, and what the prodigal son is displaying at this time is his unique The Tai Chi sword, combining rigidity and softness, approaches a perfect balance.

This is the closest to the Tai Chi sword of Wudang Zhenren Zhang thousands of years ago. Therefore, the prodigal son is also known as the most talented disciple of Wudang since Zhang Zhenren. I hope he can revive Zhang Zhenren's lineage and become the leader of Taiji.

"Small tricks, break!" Toyoda Yuechen yelled sharply, his inner strength exploded, instantly dissipating the inner strength of the prodigal son covering his sword, and the long sword was lifted up, straight to the surfer's ribs.

"Jianyang." The prodigal son did not panic, turned around to avoid Toyota Yuechen's Qingfeng, and slashed horizontally with his sword, as if he was holding an axe instead of a sword. The miniature hurricane changed the color of Toyota Yuechen.

Sword yin transforms force to pull, Jianyang flint lightning, when these two styles are combined, ordinary opponents will definitely suffer.

However, is Toyota Yuechen an ordinary person?

The answer is naturally no.

Toyoda Yuechen seemed to have a feeling in his heart, anticipating the attack of the prodigal son, he took a step back at the moment when the sword yang struck, just avoided the edge of the prodigal son's sword, and stabbed the long sword in his hand at the same time, when the distance was not enough, He resolutely hit the tail of the sword with his palm, and slapped the sword forward.

puff.

The prodigal son's pupils shook sharply, and he swung his sword to force Toyoto Tsukiomi away. Looking at the long sword piercing through his left shoulder, a touch of fear filled his heart.

This Toyoda Tsukiomi's combat awareness was so strong that he resolutely decided to give up his weapon at that moment, causing such a serious injury to himself.

It's dangerous, if it's not a critical time to avoid the vital points, I'm afraid the sword will not penetrate the shoulder, but the heart.

The prodigal son pulled out Toyoda Yuechen's sword, and a bloody sword spurted out, making his aura much weaker again.

He tried to move his left shoulder, but he reluctantly accepted the result that his left shoulder was scrapped.

The two looked at each other again, the prodigal son held the sword, and Toyoto Tsukiomi sneered, "I said, you are not my opponent."

The prodigal son smiled wryly. Indeed, he was already seriously injured after only five matches. How can this be compared?

Toyoda Yuechen surged with internal energy and attached himself to the palm of his hand, "It's a pity I can't kill you..."

Before he finished speaking, he launched another attack without giving the prodigal son any chance to retaliate.

The prodigal son supported his body that was constantly losing strength to avoid Toyota Yuechen's attack. After seizing the opportunity, Qingfeng quickly moved up. Hearing a "hiss", the front of Toyota Yuechen's chest was cut, revealing his snow-white skin.

The master fights, changing rapidly, everyone is immersed in the battle between the two young kings, and the venue is silent.

The prodigal son and Toyoda Yuechen fought back and forth with swords, without giving way to each other. When the two opened up again, Toyoda Yuechen's chest was bloody and bloody, and bones could almost be seen in the deepest part of the wound.

The prodigal son was knocked into the air by Toyota Yuechen and lay down on the edge of the ring. His clothes were ragged, and three purple-black palm prints appeared on his chest. On the ring in the distance, the prodigal son's mask was also in tatters, revealing the face hidden behind the mask.

Tsukiomi Toyoda's breath also became disordered, panting heavily, and the pain in his chest told him that the guy lying in front of him with only half breath left really hurt him, making him feel the double pain from the heart and the wound.

"Damn guy, you hurt me so badly." Toyoda Tsukiomi felt excruciating pain even after taking a breath, which made him even crazier, wanting to kill that nasty guy, cut him to pieces!

Seeing the appearance of the prodigal son, the referee felt angry, but as a referee, he could only watch like that, and could not intervene in the game.He could only stare at Tsukiomi Toyoda while counting down the seconds, and stop him in time to save the life of the prodigal son.

"Brother Prodigal Son!" Xiao Mu in the lounge, Dong Zhihua and Xiao Chengxue who had already been eliminated, and Su Zhanyi who had just been picked up by Bu Qing looked at the prodigal son, and their hearts were all tensed, especially Xiao Mu, who was even more nervous and anxious .

"Get up!" Someone in the audience stood up and shouted, resounding throughout the silent venue, causing everyone to wake up from the battle between the two king realms. All Huaxia warriors stood up and called for the prodigal son, expecting him able to stand up again.

"Hehe, stupid Chinese people." Hearing the shouts from the audience, Toyoto Tsukiomi sneered. He knew the prodigal son's injury better than anyone else, and that nasty guy couldn't stand up anymore.

"Ugh!"

When the referee sadly counted down the seconds to "two", everyone held their breath and heard a roar.

The prodigal son suddenly let out a roar, and without his arms, he got up slowly under the shocked eyes of Toyoda Tsukiomi. Appear in everyone's eyes.

"You! How could you still stand up?" Toyoda Yuechen was terrified. Seeing the prodigal son's cold eyes, a wave of fear came to his heart, and he took two steps back trembling.

"Ahem..." The prodigal son coughed out a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs. After taking a deep breath, he took two steps closer to Toyota Yuechen, with a calm expression, which made Toyota Yuechen tremble uncontrollably.

"How is it possible?" Toyoda Yuechen murmured to himself, he knew how powerful the moves just now were, and the ordinary king should have been killed by him long ago, why did this hateful guy not die, but still stand up?

"Pfft..." Toyoda Yuechen suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, knelt on the ring, his breath was sluggish, and everyone was shocked. The person in charge of the island country who had been sitting safely on the rostrum also jumped up from the table and looked at him in shock. To the ring.

Toyoda Tsukiomi clutched the wound on his chest with a painful expression on his face. He felt an internal force completely different from his own constantly moving in his body, destroying his meridians.

"Cough!" Toyoda Tsukiomi coughed up blood again, his tall and straight body bent again, put his hands on the ground, lowered his head and couldn't help coughing up blood, after a while, when the prodigal son slowly walked in front of him, he couldn't hold it anymore Li fell down on the ring, dying.

The prodigal son looked indifferently at Tsukiomi Toyoda lying in front of him, waiting for the referee to count the seconds.

"ten!"

"Nine!"

"Eight!" All Huaxia audience shouted in unison.

"Seven!" Dong Zhihua, Su Zhanyi, and Bu Qing in the lounge clenched their fists and whispered nervously.

Xiao Mu and Xiao Chengxue looked at the screen silently.

……

"two!"

"One!" All the Chinese warriors cheered, while the island nation's warriors beat their chests and stamped their feet, filled with resentment.

The person in charge of the island country on the rostrum got up even more abruptly, his eyes revealed disbelief, and then turned to anger, his face flushed, and the veins on his forehead burst out.

"Toyota, victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs. As warriors, can't we accept this?" The white-haired old man joked before, which attracted the attention of the person in charge of the island country, making the atmosphere on the rostrum tense instantly. stand up.

Ye Qingfeng frowned, but he didn't stop him, he couldn't fight anyway, even if they fought, these old guys would die one by one, why did he stop him.

"I declare that the winner of this ring, Lang..." The referee was announcing the result, but at the end, he suddenly saw the prodigal son's precarious body collapsed to the ground in front of everyone's eyes, as if his strength had been exhausted.

All the Huaxia warriors fell silent when they saw the prodigal son fall.

Everyone could see clearly that the prodigal son could no longer continue the game.

Ye Qingfeng looked at the fallen prodigal son with complicated eyes, his eyes were moist, these children's missions were accomplished very well.

Everyone could clearly see the prodigal son's appearance on the big screen. His breathing was intermittent and his face was handsome. He was like a child when he fainted, with a smile on his mouth...