Yang Guo held the long sword in his hand, calmly facing him.

He was too lazy to be polite, anyway, the foreigners on the other side did not talk about the morality of the Central Plains.

"Bang!"

Nemo Xing swung the iron whip in his hand, and the triangular snake mouth of the whip tail suddenly bit Yang Guoshi. Jiao Yao was agile and tricky. The whip body made of countless tiny iron balls was like a living poisonous snake, sinister and vicious.

Yang Guo sideways and avoids the snake's mouth. The sword in his hand twitches from bottom to top. The sword and the iron whip are fighting each other. A harsh sound of "crack" sounds. His hand sinks, and his tiger's mouth numbs, and he almost can't hold the sword in his hand.

Yang Guo thought to himself that this guy was so powerful, no wonder his elder brother would remind him, so he changed his attack method.

At this moment, Yang Guo no longer hesitated and stabbed his sword straight out. Swish, swish, the tip of the sword trembled, and three sword energy shot out wildly.

Nemo Xing quickly waved the long whip in his hand, dancing so hard that it was splashing water. When the sword energy descended and hit the iron whip, Mars shot everywhere, he gave in step by step.

Seeing this, Yang Guo's eyes lit up. Flying kites and fighting was feasible.

He acted according to the law, Yang Guo kept wandering around, his sword kept moving, and he went back and forth, and in a blink of an eye, more than twenty moves passed.

The sword energy is erect, the figure is elegant and floating.

The heroes outside the field didn't blink for a moment, and watched the two of them fighting in a flash. They felt both exciting and excited, which was really eye-opening.

In the world, except for a few large sects with inherited traditions, most of them just learned one or two martial arts by chance.

Now that there is an opportunity for experienced experts to fight, I will naturally not miss it, and I will not blink.

After receiving more than ten sword energy, Nemoxing felt his body sore that his right arm was so shocked that he could hardly hold the iron whip. However, he was extremely brave by nature. He roared, kicked his feet, and jumped up about a foot. The iron whip in his hand was swung over. As the whip shadow flashed, he formed a whip net in front of Yang Guo and threw it into a net.

Seeing the whip net approaching, Yang Guo jumped up and jumped far away in the air, allowing Zhuo's whip to flutter with the wind.

Nemo Star failed to succeed with a whip, and the second whip followed one after another, like a poisonous snake in the air, with the shadow of the whip being superimposed and unable to see the reality and reality.

Yang Guo tried his best to dodge and avoid the whip shadow. He knew that the barbarian must have used some secret technique. He would not be brave enough to be exhausted. As long as he could last for this period of time, he would not be able to deal with the barbarian at that time.

After ten more moves, Nemo Xing's whip shadow slowed down, Yang Guo's eyes lit up, and the secret technique of his heart was finally over. He raised his hand and stabbed it out, and the sword energy was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, chasing Nemo Xing.

After using the secret technique of India, Nemo Xing felt sore and unable to lift his strength. After trying hard to avoid the sword energy, he turned around and welcomed the sword tip that was close to him.

Yang Guo said: "Give up your life today, and go back to India quickly."

Nemo Xing's face was ashes, and he was frozen in the local area and could not speak.

"Young Master Yang is mighty!"

“Good, nice job!”

"Heroes come out of teenagers!"

"We won the second game!"

"The leader of the martial arts world is a master of the Song Dynasty!"

"Mongolian Tartars get out quickly, don't come to the Central Plains to embarrass people to appear in the world!"

The heroes immediately shouted and thundered, and cheered.

Guo Jing looked at the young man in the field with his lips slightly moving and his eyes flushed, but he remembered the friendship between the Guo family and the Yang family for many years, and couldn't help but feel mixed emotions.

King Jinlun's face was solemn, and he thought to himself: What a powerful young man, the Central Plains is really a place where tigers, hidden dragons are hidden. A young man has already had such martial arts. What about the five masterpieces that have been famous all over the world for decades? Isn't it so high that it is too high?

I came here today to disrupt the so-called martial arts conference of the Central Plains people, show off my power and reduce the spirit of the Han martial artists. I never thought that it would be unfavorable to go out one after another.

But he didn't know that Yang Guo had already broken through five extraordinary scriptures and his martial arts had reached the peak of the first-class level. Even if he looked at the world, few people could win.

King Jinlun looked at the two people on the left and right. He replied that Ma Guangzuo was a fool, with thick hands and big feet, a silly smile on his face, and his eyes were dull and unbearable;

Yin Kexi, a Persian businessman with a high nose and deep eyes and a curved yellow beard, has a very treacherous and smart man, but his martial arts are not very good.

He said loudly: "Haven Guo, I want to learn about your Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms in the next game, and see if there is such a rumored way. How about we decide the outcome in one game?"

King Jinlun knew that if he continued to compete, even if he had to compete in the last five games, he would have a chance of winning. It would be better to challenge Guo Jing directly to decide the outcome.

Chen Hengzhi's lips squirmed quickly, Guo Jing nodded and replied loudly: "Okay, then we'll fight."

The King of Jinlun glanced at everyone opposite him and said, "If you have any objections, please make clear early that the winner will be the only way to follow the order of the leader."

Yang Guo raised his head and shouted: "It's not too late to talk when you win."

The heroes also shouted:

"Yes, let's talk about it when you win."

"Who can't let go of the mouth?"

"Don't say it nicely, but it's a pussy to do it."

Chen Hengzhi in front of the crowd said, "Second brother, come back."

Yang Guo responded, returned to the sheath of the sword and walked towards the crowd.

Guo Jing smiled and patted Yang Guo's shoulder, and walked towards the field, with a solemn expression and firm steps.

Seeing that Guo Jing was on the court with bare hands, the King of Golden Wheel inserted the golden wheel in his hand at his waist and stepped into the court with big strides.

The golden wheel he used was specialized in locking and using opponents' weapons. No matter swords, spears, spears, whips, and sticks, they were all tied up hands and feet when they encountered them. Ordinary people waved their weapons and used them to move them, and they lost their weapons.

In his life, few people could take his three moves. Seeing Guo Jing empty-handed, he was naturally embarrassed to use weapons.

The two stood opposite each other, each concentrating their minds against each other.

Everyone outside the field was so generous that they didn't dare to show off and were ready to watch this peak battle.

After waiting for a while, the King of Jinlun said, "When I was in Tibet, I heard for a long time that your 18 Dragon Subduing Palms are fierce and powerful. Today, I will have to see it.

I'm going to take action, please be careful."

After saying that, he waved his palm and attacked Guo Jing.

Guo Jing looked closely and saw that the opponent's palm was both strange and fast, so he hurriedly used a move to "See the Dragon in the Field" to block it.

The two of them intersected their palms, but there was no sound at all, and their bodies shook.

Guo Jing took a step back, but the Jinlun National Master stood firmly. His original strength was greater than Guo Jing, and his skills were deeper, but his palm skills were far inferior.

Guo Jing was shocked and knew that the opponent's strength was strange. He changed his playing style immediately, bent his left leg slightly, drew a circle with his right palm, and pushed it flat. It was the "Kanglong You Regret" among the eighteen palms of the Dragon Subduing.

He practiced this move day and night, and it was no small matter when he was a beginner. With more than ten years of hard work, he had already practiced it to the level of perfection.

When it is initially pushed out, it seems to be underestimated. Once you encounter resistance, you can add thirteen stamina in a row, one strong like another, overlapping, and it is truly invincible and powerful.

This is the ultimate martial arts theory that Guo Jing understood from the "Nine Yin Sutras". Even when Hong Qigong taught him, he did not have such profound attainments just by this move.

"Bang!"

The two palms intersected, and a loud breeze slashed across the faces of the two.

Guo Jing did not move at all, but King Jinlun took a step back.
Chapter completed!