The battle between the long streets was turning around, and no one felt tired. They all raised their arms and shouted, and the atmosphere rose to the boiling point. The Hengshan School even shouted desperately, even Gan Yuqi and several other female disciples put aside their reserve and applauded and screamed.

Hu Xiaotian remained as calm as steel, staring at Teng Gemu's moves silently, carefully pondering the changes in his sword path, and at the same time thinking about countermeasures. He knew very well that if he missed a minute, he would be sorry for the blood flowing out of Qin Maoyang.

Strong, very strong, very strong! Hu Xiaotian's heart is getting colder as he looks. Even if he puts aside the skills of moves, experience, murderous aura, Teng Gemu is close to the level of the Battle Front in terms of internal strength! Who is Zhan Front? Xuanzong's direct disciple, the first young master of the underworld, and the World-Destroying Overlord Decision Decision has reached the peak level of the eighth level! Although Hu Xiaotian broke the first level of the ban and has won many adventures, he is still only at the middle level of the eighth level, and there is still a big gap from the peak level. In other words, even if he ends up, he can't beat Teng Gemu in terms of internal strength, which is worse than his opponent. So how to win by surprise?

Qin Maoyang's ears were encouraged and shouted, and he raised his strength. Suddenly, the sword was slashed in front of his right hand, and the two fingers in his left hand sniffed, and the sword energy shot out, hitting Teng Gemu's chest. "Go!" Everyone in Hengshan Sect couldn't help but cheer. Before he finished speaking, Teng Gemu jumped into the air without any injuries, shouted like a thunderbolt in the air, and the sword light flashed, slashing at the head with a lightning speed. Qin Maoyang's counterattack aroused his fierceness. In anger, he used the strongest killer move in the sword technique, covering it, blocking Qin Maoyang's dodge route.

When Qin Maoyang took seven steps back in a row. Finally, he couldn't control the scent of the rolling breath in his lower abdomen. He sprayed out a blood arrow, his five fingers were numb, and his long sword fell to the ground with a clang.

Tenggemu finally retained three points of rationality. He did not dare to take the blame for the world and waved his sword to kill people. Haha laughed wildly: "You open your eyes and see clearly, who won?!"

The two sides of the long street were silent as a cemetery for a moment, and only the arrogant and proud laughter echoed in the air, as if a knife was stabbed into a needle, making people feel so uncomfortable that they just want to hit the wall with their heads.

Among the viewers, the most uncomfortable and worst-sexed one is King Yan Zhu Di. He followed his father to fight the world since he was a child, traversing across the north and south. After becoming an adult, he guarded the northern border and killed countless enemies. He got used to enjoying victory. The most unacceptable thing is failure! What's more, being defeated by Mongolian warriors on the territory of the Ming Dynasty is a deep shame! If this matter is promoted by those who are interested and reported to the emperor, Zhu Yuanzhang's mentality of being the only one and looking down on the barbarians. How can he accept such results? You must know that Zhu Yuanzhang defeated one after another.

Chen Youliang and Zhang Shicheng launched an army to fight north, personally led the army to expel the Mongolian emperor from the Central Plains, which shocked thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. He was a truly powerful hero who rose against the sky. Once he learned about this, he would definitely be furious. Although Zhu Di was the King of Yan who commanded thousands of troops. His mind was as hard as a King of War, when he thought of his father's terrible appearance when he was angry, he couldn't help but tremble his legs and sweat in his vest. Seeing Qin Maoyang vomiting blood, he was both annoyed and hated, and secretly regretted that he had done so much that he could suffer the consequences, which might lead to his reputation.

Daoyan reminded at the right time: "Prince, Tengge Muna is challenging us two. Although Qin Maoyang was defeated, another person has not yet appeared." Zhu Di insisted on calmingly: "The dragon fights and tigers, it is really exciting! I hope this son can bring surprise to me in the next round."

The disciples of Hengshan Sect exclaimed: "Junior Brother Qin!" "Senior Brother!" Five or six people flew into the field. Some supported Qin Maoyang, some took out elixirs and fed him, while others drew their swords and pointed at Tenggemu. They shouted angrily: "Well, the Mongolian man, why are you laughing at? If you have the ability to fight again!"

Tenggemu's laughter suddenly sank and pressed the knife and said, "Can the Han people in the Southern Dynasty not afford to lose?"

How could Master Tianxuan let his disciples besiege the other party? It made the sect shame. He shouted: "Stop, come back for me!" He paused and said coldly: "Tenggemu, my disciple's internal strength is not as strong as you, and I have nothing to say when I was defeated. However, there is still Mr. Hu who has not taken action on our side. It is too early to say the final result of the competition. Don't be proud and arrogant."

Teng Gemu sneered, glanced at Hu Xiaotian squintedly, and said disdainfully: "Your swordsmanship is worse than the Qin surnamed, so just take the initiative to admit defeat. If I accidentally kill you with one knife, I will regret it!" Seeing that Hu Xiaotian and Qin Maoyang were fighting swords, he mistakenly thought that this person had limited martial arts skills and did not take this opponent seriously at all.

Hu Xiaotian ignored his threat and bowed to Qin Maoyang in a deep voice: "Brother Qin, you have done your best, and you will be defeated without regrets. If Hu can win this battle, at least half of the credit will be recorded in Brother Qin's name." The two looked at each other, and at the same time they felt a sense of mutual appreciation. Qin Maoyang smiled hard and said: "Brother Hu, please! I believe you will definitely win and destroy the majesty of the Mongols!" Hu Xiaotian said: "Please wait and see!" Qin Maoyang smiled and said: "Okay!" After saying that, he shook off the support of his fellow disciples, bowed to Zhu Di, straightened his waist and retreated on his own. The disciples of Hengshan glared at Tenggemu for a few times, and then retreated to Taoist Master Tianxuan without mentioning it.

Tengemu was neglected by the other party, as if he had punched a pile of cotton. He had nowhere to vent his strength. He was both hated and angry and shouted, "Hey, are you going to fight?"

Hu Xiaotian smiled slightly and said loudly: "Tenggemu, you just finished a battle. I don't want to take advantage of you. How about letting you rest for a while and recover your strength?"

Tenggemu said angrily: "No need!" The tip of the knife turned, he squatted down and made an attacking posture. He was full of confidence and just wanted to defeat his opponent as soon as possible and show off his victory. How could he be willing to delay time?

Hu Xiaotian's front foot was weak, he gently pinched the sword technique with his left hand, raised his sword with his right hand to protect his chest, and said seriously: "Hu Xiaotian, the swordsman of the Ming Dynasty, please give me advice!" In fact, his words and actions just now had a profound meaning, and it was to anger Teng Gemu and make him lose his normal mind. If he wanted to defeat such a powerful enemy, he had to fight for the winning factor bit by bit to see the hope of success. Teng Gemu's arrogant and arrogant performance and underestimate the enemy's rash progress was exactly what he wanted.

Tenggemu shouted impatiently: "Kill!" The sound of killing was still rolling on the tip of his tongue, and he was already like a tiger going down the mountain and rushed away. The sword light shone with a huge force. The sharp whistle caused by the blade breaking through the air made the eardrums of others hurt. Even ordinary people who do not understand martial arts can see that this sword is extremely fierce, and it is simply the power of breaking mountains and cracking stones!

Hu Xiaotian shook his wrist and stabbed the long sword in a row, and in an instant he touched the enemy's scimitar thirteen times. Each sword stabbed, cleverly aimed at the weakest point of the Tengge Wood's sword, hindering the opponent's sword force. The last sword stabbed and cut, leading the scimitar to the outside. With Qin Maoyang's previous lessons, he would not fight with Tengge Wood in hard, but fully utilized his skills to fight slowness with fast and break the power with skill.

Everyone's eyes flashed, and swords and swords were heard in a deep sound. The sword light suddenly slashed onto the long street, with a loud bang. The gravel and soil splashed up, and they exclaimed in a low voice. Gan Mashu, Daoyan, Taoist Master Tianxuan and others looked at Hu Xiaotian with admiration.

Tenggemu cut the sky with a knife, his face was hot and depressed. Another loud roar, the sword light swept up, and attacked with the dust and mud in the sky. Hu Xiaotian adopted the strategy of attacking people with a steadily defending and counterattacking, and wandered around the opponent. The sword curtain protects the body and splashed water. But the sword lights shone together. Just like two balls of silver balls rolling quickly, except for a limited number of people, the others could not see the details of the confrontation. Suddenly, Tenggemu flew up with the man and the sword, and looked at Hu Xiaotian with a knife. This killing move turned into simplicity, which was so shocking that it was already intimidating. It was already in line with the true meaning of the sword. Qin Maoyang was defeated by the same move just now.

The murderous aura was locked in, and Hu Xiaotian was forced to raise his sword to take it. Dang! The sword was about to break out, and Hu Xiaotian felt like he was struck by lightning, and Dangdeng couldn't help but take three steps back. Tenggemu was energetic and laughed wildly: "I think how long can you last?!" As he spoke, he slashed it, and Dangdang slashed three more times in a row, knocking Hu Xiaotian back more than ten steps in one breath!

Zhu Di's heart was raised to his throat, holding the whip tightly in his hand, almost squeezing out the water. He couldn't figure out why Hu Xiaotian used short attacks and was at a disadvantage? Gan Ma Thorn was very calm. If he hadn't seen Zhu Di's face full of dark clouds, he would have stroking his hands on the spot.

Hu Xiaotian finally removed the fierce sword force, raised his sword and pointed his opponent obliquely, and said, "Tenggemu, have you not had enough food? Come again!" His face turned red and white, and a trace of blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth.

Tenggemu laughed and said, "Do you Han people like to bluff?" He stepped in without hesitation and used his skills to slash hard. But when the sword light rose and fell, like a craze of rain, he completely swallowed Hu Xiaotian's figure, as if he would thorn him into pieces in the next moment and wiped him out completely. In the sword light that covered the sky, the jingling sound of jingling sounds was tight, which was heart-wrenching, and occasionally the sword light flashed, making people so nervous that they couldn't breathe.

The master fought, and he didn't realize that time had passed. In a moment, Tenggemu tried to cut more than 30 swords in a row. Hu Xiaotian seemed to be in danger, but he insisted on the last line of defense and never gave up his sword to admit defeat. Every time he took a step back, he left a footprint in the middle of the street, which was more than an inch deep. What was surprising was that the footprints were either charred or frost, alternately appearing, as clear as a knife carving.

Gan Ma Tsui's eyebrows jumped and shouted: "Not good!" Just as he was about to use the kung fu to send a secret, he reminded Tenggemu not to fall into a trap. He only heard Daoyan say: "National Master, Tenggemu has all the upper hand, and the victory is only in front of him. What's wrong with it?" Gan Ma Tsui sighed secretly, knowing that if he wanted to use small tricks in front of Daoyan, he would never hide his divine eyes. He smiled bitterly: "Master Daoyan, the warriors of the two countries should stop fighting, and it is not necessary to determine the outcome of life and death. Why don't I let Tenggemu stop, and what should we do to argue with the two sides?" Daoyan said calmly: "What's the point of being a little bitch? Daoyan recited the scriptures the day before yesterday and occasionally gained something. He wanted to argue with the national master. I wonder if it was possible?"

Although Tengge Wood Sword Technique is strong and his internal strength is deep, he is far from reaching the innate realm after all. If he fails to attack for a long time, he consumes a lot of effort. He feels more anxious and shouts angrily: "Coward of the Southern Dynasty, can you only avoid and retreat? Are you a man?"

Hu Xiaotian said coldly, "Long-hearted!" Suddenly, the sword was crossed with his left hand, and stabbed him backward, aiming at the key point between Tenggemu's eyebrows. His sword was extremely quick and very suddenly. Even though Tenggemu had been through many battles, he had never thought that his opponent was good at using the left-hand sword, and he was not afraid of the opponent's counterattack under absolute disadvantage. The sword energy cut the surface and the skin became cold. Seeing the sword light and light approaching, a strange scream was made, and the scimitar turned into a slash, blocking the enemy's sword. With a crisp sound, Hu Xiaotian's second sword and third sword followed one after another, and could not be fired, forcing Tenggemu to turn over and retreat quickly, and for a while. But when Hu Xiaotian stabbed his sword, Tenggemu swung his sword and retreated, and the figure chased, the situation suddenly reversed.

Everyone was stunned and suspected to be in a dream. They couldn't believe the scene they saw! The moment before everyone thought Hu Xiaotian would definitely be defeated, but the next moment he actually attacked with his backhand, killing Tenggemu, who was as fierce as a tiger and wolf, backwards in a mess! The contrast between the front and back caught everyone off guard and was stunned.

Hu Xiaotian made up his mind from the beginning, taking advantage of his opponent's mentality of underestimating the enemy and greedy for merit, and consuming his internal strength. When his strength was exhausted, he pursued and fought hard. After defeating Qin Maoyang, Tenggemu was too arrogant and did not have enough rest and went out to fight immediately. He seemed to have the upper hand, but he was unable to break Hu Xiaotian's increasingly strict sword technique, and as a result, he lost all his advantage during the stalemate. Moreover, Hu Xiaotian practiced the World-Destroying Overlord Decision. The strong and yang are not afraid of the unique true qi that is intertwined with the flames and cold. If it can be dissolved and absorbed, it will be tried to resolve it. If it cannot be resolved, it will be transmitted to the ground through the soles of the feet. It is a pity that the Tenggemu authorities are confused. They are eager to win and cannot see through Hu Xiaotian's intentions, which makes him fall into a passive position.

Daoyan saw the situation reversed, and was in a good mood, and he didn't intend to continue to be perfunctory. He smiled and said, "The national master has really been a Taoist monk. He has a profound intention and is very eloquent. Daoyan is willing to be inferior." Gan Ma said, "Master Daoyan has become modest." He cursed in his heart. The Han people in the Southern Dynasty are really hypocritical, even Buddhist disciples are no exception.

Zhu Di was surprised and his eyebrows were flying, and his mood was turned upside down. He was so comfortable that he couldn't help laughing: "Zhang Yu, which sect is Hu Xiaotian? I want to reward him heavily!" Zhang Yu frowned and said, "Your Majesty, Hu Xiaotian's name is the first time he heard about it. If the prince wants to reward him, please be careful to avoid criticism." Zhu Di's thoughts turned sharply and said in surprise: "Is he not the successor of a famous sect?" Zhang Yu nodded and said in a deep voice: "It's definitely not!" Zhu Di said dissatisfied: "Even if he is a master of the underworld? As long as he is used by my Ming court, he can severely kill the Mongols, he is a good subject who is loyal to the emperor and patriotic."

Hu Xiaotianshen knew that the truth that he could not die in a tiger and was harmed by it. He had to take advantage of the heat to set up a victory in one fell swoop. He was running like a fast sword in the wind, continuously, greeting Tenggemu's key parts without giving him a chance to breathe and ease. Tenggemu is good at attacking but not defending. Facing the rapid sword like a sudden rain, he lost all his strength, and the lethality of the sword technique dropped sharply by more than 50%. Tenggemu's mind flashed in his mind at the critical moment, and finally realized where he was wrong. He hated him so much that his steel teeth were biting and he wanted to break, and suddenly shouted: "You are not fair!"

Hu Xiaotian sneered: "Can you Mongolians afford to win or lose?"

Tengemu's chest was suffocated, and his face seemed to be fumbling with steam. He turned his heart and decisively gave up defense while retreating. He no longer resisted the fast sword that was stabbed. The blade slashed and pointed it at Hu Xiaotian's neck and roared, and even adopted the life-threatening move of dying together!

Hu Xiaotian had already speculated on the various reactions that Teng Gemu might have. When he saw the fierce flames in his eyes soaring, he immediately guessed that his opponent was going to fight to the death. The long sword pierced halfway and turned his moves and pressed his sword body gently, and jumped up with the force. The sword light was bright in the roaring sound, like an angry tide hitting the shore, or like a huge wave pressing the top. The surging sword intent contained a destructive murderous aura. It was a kind of cruelty and ruthless way that was close to heaven and earth, and regarded everything as straw dogs.

As soon as the sword came out, Daoyan, Gan Matsu, Zhang Yu, Taoist Master Tianxuan and others all changed their color. Daoyan murmured, "Did he understand the way of destruction?" Gan Matsu raised his eyebrows. This young man was so terrifying in his early twenties. If he was given enough space to grow, wouldn't he be a big trouble? Taoist Master Tianxuan said in a lost voice: "What kind of sword technique is this? Why don't I recognize it?" He was so itchy. How many unique sword techniques does Hu Xiaotian still hide?

The ruthless sword intent fell, Tenggemu's hair was standing upside down, and his blood was about to freeze. He glared angrily, roared like thunder, and immediately crashed into the core of the sword light at the most prosperous core - either life or death, and there was no choice!

Dang, Dangdang! Tenggemu fought desperately through the sword net, staggered for several steps, stood firm, stared at Hu Xiaotian viciously, and said with hissing: "I don't accept it! You and I will fight again, and the defeated person must be you!"

Hu Xiaotian secretly called a pity, and he was only a little short of killing Teng Gemu. It seemed that he still needed to understand the true meaning of the Nuhai Wuqing Sword. He slapped his fingers and said proudly: "If you don't accept it, just let the horse come over now!"

"You!" Tenggemu's face turned red, and he was moving against the air. He heard a few muffled sounds. Five thin blood arrows shot out from his chest and back, which instantly dyed his robe red. Then, there was a crisp sound. The scimitar in his hand broke and the blade fell to the ground.

"We won!" "We Han people won!" Everyone was ecstatic, regardless of whether they knew each other or not, they hugged each other and shouted. The cheers rose and resounded across the world.

Tenggemu smiled coldly at Hu Xiaotian, without hiding his unforgettable hatred. He shook his arms and flew onto the tiles facing the street, leaving no trace in an instant. Hu Xiaotian knew in his heart that once he appeared again, he would become even more cruel and terrifying!

"Silent!" Zhang Yu shouted vigorously and signaled everyone not to make noise. Zhu Di rode forward with a spring breeze on his face, pointed at Hu Xiaotian and said, "Hu Xiaotian defeated the Mongolian warrior Tenggemu today, and his martial arts courage is seen by everyone. He should be given the title of "Ming Dynasty Warrior"!"

Everyone shouted in response to the situation: "Ming Dynasty Warriors! Ming Dynasty Warriors! Ming Dynasty Warriors!"

When the call subsided, Zhu Di said with joy: "Hu Xiaotian, you have lived up to your expectations, saved my face in the Ming Dynasty, and made great contributions. Rewarding merits and punishments is a famous saying in ancient times. For those who have made contributions to the country, I have always been generous to reward people. What do you want me to reward you? Say it!" (To be continued...)
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