Comprehensive martial arts: The Ming Dynasty's knife-catcher, killing the enemy ten thousand ti

"Please send disciples from both sides to the field!"

With Hu Zongxian's announcement, a moment later, a fierce man from the Red Flower Society ascended to the high platform, tall and fat, with a dark face and a mighty demeanor.

His weapon was a steel whip, and the body of the whip was very heavy, and it looked like it was less than thirty pounds.

Moreover, the muscles of the body are knotted, and the green tendons are like dragons entrenched on the body, and they are masters of horizontal training at a glance.

"'Iron Tower' Yang Chengxie!"

Many Jiang Mansion disciples changed their faces when they saw this person appear, and a look of jealousy appeared in their eyes.

This Yang Chengxie was originally a Shaolin lay disciple, trained in an iron cloth shirt, strong in the flesh, and extremely powerful.

In the early years, he created a Qingqi gang, rampaged in Jiangnan, killed countless people, and had long made his reputation.

Later, he joined the Red Flower Club and sat on the eighth chair, but his killing heart did not change, and he has always been a figure like the "God of War" of the Red Flower Society.

Jiang Qin originally wanted to make a personal move, but when he saw this person appear, he withdrew his original careful thoughts.

"I think the red flower will be crazy, this is only the first game, I directly sent the eight masters, is the big boss personally appearing?"

Jiang Feng also frowned, originally wanted to use the first game to earn some prestige for the Jiang family, but now it seems that he can only break the sand.

"Jiang Qin, are you sure?"

Jiang Qin's face turned a little pale, and he shook his head and said, "I'm not sure, this person's realm is in the fifth rank, comparable to me, but his strength and physical body are far better than me." "

It's just that I go up and win, if I lose, our Jiang family's face will be lost, it's better to send someone up casually."

"And..." Speaking

of this, Jiang Qin glanced at Jiang Cheng, who was biting his ear with Wang Yuyan, and whispered next to Jiang Feng: "This is also an opportunity..." Jiang Feng's

brows frowned slightly, and then stretched out and walked towards Jiang Cheng.

At this time, Jiang Cheng was listening to Wang Yuyan's introduction, she was not only well-read, but also knew Jiangnan's masters very well.

"Yang Chengxie is taking the fierce route, if you want to defeat, you must use speed and body to contain and attack its perineum in order to win..."

At this time, Jiang Feng came over.

"Second brother!"

Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows: "Big brother, what's the matter?"

Jiang Feng pointed to the stage: "This eight masters of the Red Flower Society are on the stage, I can't make a personal move, or do you go up and try it?" Jiang

Feng had already prepared all kinds of arguments, even if Jiang Cheng did not agree, he would forcibly ask him to go up, otherwise he would enforce the family law.

When the people around heard this, they all looked at Jiang Cheng with sympathetic eyes.

But Jiang Cheng looked at Jiang Feng and grinned: "Okay, listen to the eldest brother, let me go and see the level of the Red Flower Society."

Wang Yuyan wanted to say nothing, but Jiang Cheng had already waved his hand, raised his foot and walked upwards, without fear.

Yang Chengxie saw the young little guy in front of him, and also recognized this rising star.

"Jiang Cheng... Hehe, hurry up and get out, it's still almost the same to ask your eldest brother to come up, so as not to wait to beat you to death, others say that I bully the small with the big!

", don't make a head bird here!"

Jiang Cheng grinned, warm as jade.

"Don't get me wrong, I only have two thoughts when I come on stage, kill you, or be killed by you!"

When the words fell, the wind under Jiang Cheng's feet had already disappeared in place, and instantly appeared in front of him.

"Wha-" The

sound of the sword coming out of its sheath sounded, and a dazzling sword light cut through the sky and fell towards Yang Chengxie's chest.

Great Zhou Tian Sword Technique!

The speed was so fast, Yang Chengxie couldn't react at all, just mobilized his strength, and a black light flashed on his body.

Iron cloth shirt!

"Ding..." The

sword fell, indeed on the chest, but there was a strange sound of gold and iron clashing, and it did not advance.

"Lying groove, it really deserves to be the iron tower Yang Chengxie, and the flesh body can actually be compared to armor!"

"It seems that this Jiang Gongzi is dangerous, people stand there without moving, you can't break the defense!"

"And if you hit in the back, if the internal force is consumed too much, and the attack and defense are easy to turn, won't you be pressed and beaten?"

The practitioners on the field all saw Yang Chengxie's level, and they definitely practiced the iron cloth shirt, a secret of Shaolin, to their home.

Even if his cultivation is one grade higher than him, it is difficult to break the defense, not to mention that Jiang Cheng's cultivation is not as good as him.

"How do you fight this? Even if Brother Jiang is Qingyun Tianjiao, he can't compare to these older generations who have been famous for a long time, right?

Wang Yuyan's brows furrowed, although he had already told Jiang Cheng that he only needed to break his perineum to win.

But the problem is that this requires superb body skills to complete, otherwise Yang Chengxie will not be able to expose his life.

However, Jiang Cheng was not in a hurry, but began to fight with Yang Chengxie, and the sword technique in his hand was constantly changing, not arrogant or impetuous.

Two Yi Sword Technique!

This is the secret tradition of the Wudang School, which pays attention to the way of yin and yang, change and birth, and has a bit of Tai Chi charm.

Facing Yang Chengxie's rushing steel whip, Jiang Cheng was not in a hurry, and the sword technique in his hand changed and dragged away.

The sword in his hand is like a slippery fish, sometimes fierce, sometimes feminine, sometimes fierce, sometimes fast.

"This guy still has some skills, and if he wants to win him in three or five rounds, it seems that he can't do it!"

"But I don't think he can stop it for long... The consumption of these two sword techniques is not small! Jiang

Cheng was not arrogant or impetuous, and Yang Chengxie was also not in a hurry, and the two simply played a friendly match, which made everyone complain.

But in fact, the practitioners could see that both of them were waiting for each other to have a flaw.

After more than ten rounds, Yang Chengxie was a little impatient, greedy and aggressive, stepped out in one step, and the steel whip in his hand fell heavily.

Tarzan topped!

"At this moment, the opportunity came!"

Jiang Cheng's face showed joy, the wind was blowing under his feet, and a wisp of qi wrapped around his body, and he had already heard the sound of the wind.

"Give me death!"

Yang Chengxie did not spare his hand, and smashed heavily towards Jiang Cheng's brain.

"Hmm... Wrong!

Yang Chengxie watched as the steel whip smashed into his brain, but there was nothing in his hand, but Jiang Cheng's figure slowly dissipated.

"This is ... It's not good..." He

could already see that Jiang Cheng's speed had been faster than his eyes, his body left, and the afterimage was still there.

He just crushed an afterimage!

So Jiangcheng .

. However, before he could react, he suddenly felt a sharp pain between his legs, and the whole person was kicked out heavily.

Immediately afterwards, kick after kick, madly crushing him, especially focusing on the perineum.

Fengshen legs!

Jiang Cheng has turned into a wandering dragon, relying on the void, constantly kicking Yang Chengxie flying, falling, kicking flying, falling...

"Starling!"

Luo Bing and Yu Yutong exclaimed, and the two wanted to come towards the ring, but they were blocked by the surrounding officers and soldiers.

"Above the ring, fair competition, no trespassing!"

Luo Bing looked up worriedly, and the next moment, his eyes were torn——