Chapter 164 Retention

In the arena.

After a few rounds, Feng Yunjie and Yan Shanyue were fighting inextricably.

Both sides seemed evenly matched.

The high-ranking officials were full of praise for Feng Yunjie.

It is said that Feng Yunjie has great swordsmanship, but he has obtained the true inheritance from Master He.

It is said that the Yan family in Beijing is the number one martial arts family. They even defeated the Shaolin sect, the master of martial arts, in the second round. They were in the limelight for a while. It is not easy for Feng Yunjie to fight to this level. If he can defeat him, he will win the championship easily.

In fact, their thoughts are easy to understand. As soon as the martial arts competition is over, the Kunlun Sect will open the secret realm of Kunlun Mountain. Although the Kunlun Party claims that it does not know the specific situation of the secret realm, but after all, this is your territory, right? Regarding exploring the secret realm in the Kunlun Mountains, your Kunlun sect finally has an advantage over other sects, right?

Therefore, these big guys just want to have a good relationship with He Zhenshan and connect with the host in order to gain more benefits in the subsequent exploration of the secret realm.

Only Lin Ruoying said nothing and watched the game quietly, as if she didn't care or care about the next stage of exploring the secret realm.

He Zhenshan glanced at her secretly and said to himself, I respect your status as the leader of Dragon Soul, but since you don't want to stand with me, don't blame me for ignoring you when the time comes.

The battle situation was tilted, and Feng Yunjie was at a slight disadvantage.

The Yan family in the capital has a long history of education, and Yan Shanyue has been nurtured since childhood. Therefore, his martial arts is a way of civil and martial arts, integrating calligraphy, literature, and martial arts. No matter how good others are in martial arts, if they do not have a foundation in literature, it will be difficult to resist him. Along the way, there is martial arts in the text, literature in the martial arts, and the skills to reach a superb state of both civil and military skills.

Although Feng Yunjie had studied Classics and History in the Kunlun School, he did not study it deeply. As the opponent's moves changed more and more, it became increasingly difficult to withstand them.

But I saw the tip of Yan Shanyue's judge's pen swaying. There is the power of acupuncture in calligraphy, and there is the method of calligraphy in acupuncture. It is really a silver hook and an iron stroke, strong and sharp, and there is an elegant and bookish atmosphere in the majesty.

Jiang Rou was amazed when she saw it: "This kind of martial arts is really good. It is much more beautiful and pleasing to the eye than the iron wire boxing where the arms are covered with iron rings."

Yu Yue also nodded: "This Yanshan Yue does have some skills. It combines kung fu with calligraphy and integrates calligraphy into kung fu. It achieves the goal of 'nothing droops, no shrinkage, no direction no contraction', 'if you want to go up, go down first, if you want to go left, go right'." "

Su Murong couldn't help but look worried: "If I face him, I don't know what my chances of winning are..."

Yu Yue glanced at her and said with a sinister smile: "Murong, what did I tell you? Practice boxing and practice your mind. If you feel that you are not good before the competition, then you might as well just admit defeat. Besides, you don't have any feelings for yourself. Confidence, or no confidence in Master, huh?"

This statement sounds different to different people.

Su Murong felt a chill running through her body and thought to herself, it's over, must I be beaten again?

Bu Yao Lian was full of disdain, saying as if with you, Ms. Su, no one could beat her and directly booked the final championship, it was really arrogant!

I saw Yan Shanyue on the stage attacking with the "Stele of Fang Xuanling" written by Chu Suiliang, a famous minister of the Tang Dynasty. The brushwork is like a goddess scattering flowers, strong and graceful, looking forward to the posture, and the brush strokes are flying in the air, with the utmost restraint and control. Feng Yunjie was unable to advance or retreat, and the "Liang Yi Light Sword" could not exert its power.

Lin Ruoying nodded slightly and showed admiration for Yan Shanyue.

He Zhenshan narrowed his eyes slightly.

He Yanqing in the audience couldn't help shouting: "Brother, how long do you plan to retain your strength?!"

Feng Yunjie was startled. He originally planned to save his trump card for the finals, but he encountered a strong opponent in the first game. If he kept hiding it, he might not even be able to enter the finals, right?

He swung his sword to forcefully block Yan Shanyue's judge's pen, stepped back, distanced himself, and said: "Brother Yan, I have to win this battle, so I can't use this killing move on you. Be careful!"

This reminder can be regarded as the action of an upright gentleman.

Yan Shanyue was not in a hurry to attack. Firstly, he wanted to return his gentlemanly treatment, and secondly, he wanted to see what the other party's special moves were like.

I saw Feng Yunjie put his left hand on the sword blade, and his palm was suddenly cut open, and blood flowed into the blood groove. Then he raised the long sword high, his internal power was everywhere, and the sword glowed with blood, which was a bit strange, like a red torch, illuminating the arena. , reflecting the surrounding ice caps in blood red.

The audience was astonished and asked in shock: "This... what kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Hong Renjie and Sun Zhijie in the audience looked extremely ugly and looked at each other.

Hong Renjie was speechless: "Unexpectedly, the leader not only passed on the Scarlet Lin Sword to Yun Jie, but also the Kunlun Blood River Sword that I sent..."

There was a hint of resentment in Sun Zhijie's eyes: "The boss is really partial. Feng Yunjie's talent is clearly inferior among the three of us..."

Hong Renjie sighed: "It's not that the master is partial, it's that Junior Sister He favors Yun Jie. This is called 'marrying into a wealthy family, and the crow turns into a phoenix'."

Sun Zhijie spat, seeming quite disdainful.

They were originally known as the "Three Heroes of Kunlun", but now that the gap has widened, some people naturally feel unbalanced.

Feng Yunjie's face and eyes were also red. He didn't know whether it was because of the power or the sword light.

Just listen to him singing loudly: "The Kunlun sword bleeds the ocean, and drives the Yellow River thousands of miles away!"

When the sword came out, it was like a river of blood and a thousand miles of red waves. The momentum was fierce and magnificent, but also extremely strange. It was extremely domineering, and it rushed towards Yanshan Yue.

Yan Shanyue's expression changed and she was moved.

Everyone was also dumbfounded. They did not expect that a righteous sect like the Kunlun Sect, which was far away from the world and claimed to be the "origin of all dharma", could actually have such swordsmanship, and its arrogance was filled with evil aura and evil aura.

Ma Hualong, chairman of Tenglong Group, was full of praise: "Is this the 'Blood River Sword Technique' of the Kunlun School? It's really amazing! The Kunlun Sword bleeds across the ocean, and drives the Yellow River for thousands of miles. The Yellow River comes from the west to defeat Kunlun, and roars for thousands of miles to touch the Dragon Gate. . So majestic, so majestic!”

With such power, even Yan Shanyue, the most talented and stunning member of the Yan family in the capital, did not dare to attack him directly and immediately chose to retreat.

But with a loud bang, Feng Yunjie's bloody sword light cut a deep groove on the arena surface.

The power of this sword is heart-stopping.

Amidst the flying sawdust, Feng Yunjie's eyes seemed to have flashes of lightning. With a flick of his wrist, the tip of the sword immediately stabbed upward from bottom to top, pointing at Yan Shanyue's chest, between the eyebrows and throat. The sword was as fast as lightning, but its path was winding. , like the Yellow River with its nine twists and turns, it makes people unable to figure out where the tip of his sword is.

Yan Shanyue had no choice but to use her Qinggong again, like a petrel flying against the waves, her figure suddenly rose up, and she was dangerously dangerous to avoid this unpredictable stab.

Unexpectedly, Feng Yunjie didn't give the opponent any chance, his eyes were frighteningly red, and he thrust his sword into the sky. His whole body was lifted up like a rocket, and it was even higher than Yan Shanyue.

At this time, he was condescending and slashed down with his sword. The blood on the sword was full of blood, like a river of blood flowing down, and like a blood dragon flying down from the nine heavens!

Yan Shanyue's body was flying in the air. She had nowhere to use her strength or dodge. She could only raise the Iron Judge's Pen in her hand and try her best to block...