World Wide Martial Art

"Now I declare that this city competition... is officially started. Si Tu"

Before the voice faded, a sword-like figure landed in the middle of the stone platform. This person was tall, with a cold face, carrying a blood-red long sword on his back, and exuding a strong murderous aura.

"This kid... is impatient..."

Seeing the figure on the stage, Ye Feng, who was crossing his arms, smiled. That person... was Mo Lengchang.

"It seems that he is very confident in himself! There are about 20 to 30 people participating from the three major sects and the City Lord's Mansion. There are also 10 to 20 people from other large and small forces who are qualified to participate. It is not easy to win three games in a row at the beginning."

Zhongli's eyes swept, analyzed for Ye Feng, and then nodded and said: "Well, this kid threatened to take your head, let him consume some energy first, it will be helpful to you."

Ye Feng laughed and said: "Maybe he will be eliminated directly, and he won't even have the chance to meet me..."

Of course, this is just a joke. Since Mo Lengchang is full of confidence, his hands will never be simple.

"Blood Dragon Flag Mo Lengchang, challenge the City Lord's Mansion warriors, anyone who is not convinced, come up and give it a try!" Mo Lengchang on the high platform spoke coldly, with murderous aura overflowing from his body, and his eyes kept sweeping around the City Lord's Mansion, and finally fell on Ye Feng resolutely and decisively.

"He not only wants to kill me, but also wants to make trouble for the City Lord's Mansion..." Ye Feng chuckled. The three major sects joined forces to break into the City Lord's Mansion. Now it is certain that the Star Moon Beast has fallen, and they will only be more unscrupulous.

Looking at this attitude, this time the city competition is to join forces to target the City Lord's Mansion.

"Humph... You Blood Dragon Flags are too arrogant. In this case, I, City Lord's Mansion Lin Feihuang, come to test your weight!"

Swish!

A red figure swept out of the crowd, and the first City Lord's Mansion warrior who stood out was actually a woman in tight clothes. She held two short swords, and her eyebrows were full of heroic spirit.

"The male warriors in the City Lord's Mansion are all cowards. They let a woman come to die. I, Mo Lengchang... I will not show mercy to women!"

Mo Lengchang took off the long sword on his back with a backhand and showed a grim smile. As soon as Lin Feihuang stood firm, his black figure suddenly jumped forward.

At the same time, the long sword cut through the air!

A red light turned from weak to violent, and the power increased several times in an instant. And Mo Lengchang's steps were even more weird, making the high platform full of phantoms. It seemed that more than ten people attacked at the same time and slashed more than ten times.

One sword was faster than the other, and the murderous aura swept across the arena.

After more than ten swords were slashed, the phantoms in the sky disappeared, and his figure suddenly stopped.

Lin Feihuang's reaction was also not weak. The short sword stabbed out in succession, and his body twisted like a swallow, either hard or dodging, and escaped from the sword beams.

"You've already lost, get out!"

Before she could stand firm, she heard Mo Lengchang's disdainful voice. It was not until this moment that the people watching the fight realized that his sword had only been half drawn out.

"What? Why do you say I lost!"

Lin Feihuang's face flashed with anger as she bit her silver teeth. She was indeed at a disadvantage just now, but hadn't she already resisted?

Why do you say she had already lost?

Crack, crack!

However, at this moment, the short sword in her hand suddenly burst open, and a knife energy rushed out, almost cutting her chest open.

Lin Feihuang's expression was full of doubts, and she shook her head in pain. There was no doubt that Mo Lengchang should have held back just now, otherwise the knife energy left in the short sword could easily cut off her arms.

One fight, and she was defeated.

This was a complete crushing of strength, and the other party's holding back was not good intentions, but only to humiliate the City Lord's Mansion.

"Get out of here if you lose. You didn't even last a round!"

"Senior Brother Mo is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. He didn't kill the beautiful woman. Otherwise... that woman would have been dead on the stage..."

"The warriors of the City Lord's Mansion are such a waste. Haha..."

The three factions laughed at the same time in the stands.

As for the warriors of other foreign tribes such as the Barbarians, they laughed unscrupulously. They were just there to watch the show. It didn't matter who won or lost.

Lin Feihuang, with a face full of shame, left the stage in anger. Tears fell as she walked. She was not strong enough to go on stage. But she acted rashly because she couldn't stand Mo Lengchang's provocation. The other party wanted to embarrass the City Lord's Mansion, but she didn't know what was going on.

"You're going too far!"

The faces of the kings of the City Lord's Mansion were so dark that water could drip out of them, especially Chen Xiao, who punched himself on the thigh with a fierce punch and uttered four words between his teeth.

Winning or losing is a common sense in the military. Losing is not terrible. The key is that the other party is obviously humiliating the City Lord's Mansion.

"Damn... Let me teach this arrogant guy a lesson."

A loud shout suddenly sounded beside him. Ye Feng looked up and saw a burly City Lord's Mansion disciple rushed onto the arena.

"It's Senior Brother Qin Hua..."

"Senior Brother Qin Hua is about to be promoted to the ninth level of the Void Realm. He should be able to defeat that guy."

"..."

When this person came on the stage, there was a lot of cheering around him. It was obvious that this disciple was quite powerful among the City Lord's Mansion warriors.

Ye Feng shook his head secretly, with some pessimism.

How could a warrior who had not even reached the ninth level of the Void Realm be a match for a master like Mo Lengchang? Qin Hua's appearance was probably just to humiliate himself...

"Wait a minute!"

"Brother Mo, if you win a round, you can rest for a round in the middle according to the regulations. This round, it is better to leave it to me!"

As soon as Qin Hua jumped onto the competition stage, another cold and proud voice came from below. From the seat of Jihuo Fort, Zheng Shengheng took a big step, jumped off the stand, and walked straight to the center of the competition field.

Mo Lengchang frowned, then revealed a sneer, looked at Qin Hua shamelessly and said, "Forget it, Mo has no interest in trash."

"Oh no, who are you calling useless!"

Qin Hua, with his eyebrows raised upright, was furious with anger, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, his energy surged, and he swept towards the opponent with a tyrannical aura.

"Don't worry...trash, your opponent is me."

Zheng Shengheng reached out and swiped his hand, directly cutting off Qin Hua's explosive momentum.

boom!

Qin Hua couldn't bear it anymore, he waved his arms, opened and closed them widely, and the wind of his fists blasted out like raindrops.

The "Eight-Armed Divine Fist" he used was a top-notch martial arts skill at the level of the City Lord's Mansion. He had already practiced it to a small level. At this moment, when he fired it, it was like cannons popping out of the barrel. Dozens of fist shadows set off a powerful wind, sweeping the turbulent waves. Like a violent storm.

"Ha ha……"

Zheng Shengheng chuckled lightly and didn't care at all. Instead, he let out a clear roar, turned his hands into a huge flame shield, and swung it wildly against the wind of fists.

"Such a method is used to embarrass people? The fire is in full swing!"

Bang bang bang!

Two completely different forces collided crazily. In an instant, murderous aura burst out, and vitality exploded and flew...