Fang Sheng was caught off guard. He had never seen the majesty of the evil-proof sword technique.

"Quick." Fang Sheng only felt this.

The move was fast, almost incredible.

When he used the Bodhidharma sword technique, he had to follow certain rules for every move. Otherwise, the internal force between the sword moves would not be changed enough, then there would be too many flaws.

But the sword moves of the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique seem to have no need to think about the rules here.

Just take action and it’s a sword move?

"The abbot has reminded many times that Wei Yang is likely to be able to use the evil-repelling sword technique. This sword technique is extremely evil and fast as a ghost, but..." Fang Sheng was a little surprised.

He didn't see Wei Yang getting faster than lightning.

He only felt that he was the fastest to take action.

In the blink of an eye, he used three or five moves, and Wei Yang had already stabbed him dozens of moves.

"Hmm?" Fang Sheng was a master and immediately caught a flaw when he thought about it.

prick!

As we all know, stabbing may not be the fastest move. It depends on the opponent's internal strength, sword-holding techniques, where you are, and even your mood at that time to decide which sword move to use.

But after the sword technique is used, stabbing must be the fastest move.

Master Fang Sheng immediately pondered slightly, and used his robes to conquer the demons and magical power to protect the surroundings.

He no longer followed Wei Yang's footsteps, but instead pressed the robes with one hand and hid the hilt in the robes with the other.

You will definitely find an opportunity to fight back, and then all the palms and swords are like big rivers.

With a tingling sound, a sword behind him stabbed the back of his head. Fang Sheng was not polite, and took the opportunity to slapped his palm back. The sword faced the wind and went back a little. After hearing the slight sound, he felt happy and then slapped his second palm, and handed the sword to the side and back.

With this move, he felt that Wei Yang had fallen into his plan: "He turned right to left and the next step must appear in this direction."

However, the sword technique collided with the palm technique but it was gone.

Wei Yang's body movements unfolded, and a strange flash of his feet turned around.

"This is too fast, Lin Yuantu probably didn't have that fast back then." Master Fang Zheng's eyes condensed and he turned around and said decisively, "Fang Sheng is definitely not an opponent with such a sword technique."

He only said the sword technique and made an assertion, obviously not worried that Wei Yang's internal strength would be much worse than Yan Sheng.

Taoist Master Chongxu sighed slightly. He had some sword skills to defeat Wei Yang.

Be careless.

He should have said he would ask for some advice!

On the field, Master Fang Sheng saw the iron sword stabbing in front of him, and he knew in his heart that he was no longer an opponent of this person.

He shook his shoulders and jumped to the side, and stabbed him out with a sword.

It is probably the best chance to reverse the attack with offense, right?!

"No," Wei Yang praised in his heart. This sword was simple and unpretentious. He just raised his hand so gently, but instead left him with no trace, so he let him go with a flash.

The audience was very strange in their hearts.

"Why is the body movement suddenly so fast? After three or five steps, I'm afraid I haven't even taken a step." Mr. Wen sighed and said to everyone, "Justice Beiting has already entered the world with this move."

But someone sneered: "What kind of Shaolin monk, the sword technique is extremely ugly. Look, the dozens of swords in Beiting Hou just now were faster than the other swords, but in order to chase the speed, he must have given up the strength of his move. It is important to know that one force will reduce ten times..."

"You can do it, you can go." Someone shouted angrily.

The man smiled again and said, "I can't go, but some monks in Shaolin cannot do it. Can they let him get off the martial arts competition first?"

...

"I have nothing to say about this." Mr. Wen sighed, "Even if the internal strength above the sword is not very strong..."

Bang!

As soon as he said this, his face turned red with the man.

Master Fang Sheng saw that the extremely fast sword move came again, but he was not anxious. He chuckled. He handed the long sword in his hand over, put it on Weiyang Wentian Sword, and gently pulled it down, cutting the sharp edge of the sword's edge like picking a flower. The Bodhidharma Sword trembled slightly, and then a sneered sound broke a gap on the ground, which was the internal force attached to the Wentian Sword.

"Great!" Wei Yang was even more admiring. The Shaolin Sect's martial arts were too stable. They could always build a city wall to provide protection for themselves. Then, when counterattacking, they usually had tricks that others could not imagine.

This time, Wei Yang learned it.

"It's time to end." Wei Yang thought to himself.

With a thought, the Wentian Sword pierced forward silently, dazzling light, terrifying momentum, and even the technique that was as fast as lightning to make the opponent extremely vigilant, all disappeared at this moment.

It is just an ordinary person who stabs directly with one sword.

Fang Sheng was stunned. How could this sword be so slow?

He went to care about this sword without flaws.

Because the sword sheath is full of wind and thunder, the sword technique of warding off evil spirits is used to achieve the exquisiteness of Thunder sword technique.

This is a sword that goes straight to his throat!

This sword broke through the magical power of scooping demons.

Fang Sheng had no choice but to hold the sword, slapped his palm forward and jumped backward.

But when he changed his move, Wei Yang's move changed. He gently slapped the cassock in Master Fang Sheng's hand. The long sword suddenly passed by Master Fang Sheng's sword quietly. From his arms, it suddenly appeared under his throat like a phantom.

Fang Sheng was stunned.

He could not avoid this sword.

"Martial arts are so high, I'm afraid that the abbot's senior brother may not be able to suppress him with all his strength!" Fang Sheng smiled in his heart. He didn't care about the winner this time.

But to his surprise, Wei Yang's sword sheath knocked his cassock and knocked the disastrous cassock back in front of him.

"I am avoiding a fatal blow, but--" Master Fang Sheng could only smile bitterly in his heart.

Tie!

Wei Yang corrected his cassock's attack route and let the cassock appear in front of him.

This creates an illusion that a group of heroes can accept slightly.

"If the sword of Beiting Hou is faster than half, he will win; if Master Fang Sheng's cassock can be faster than half, the Shaolin Sect will win." The heroes looked at the seemingly stalemate on the field and said with a smile.

Wei Yang's long sword was only half apart from Master Fang Sheng's throat, but he could not stab it.

Master Fang Sheng's cassock is only half a minute from Wei Yang's temple, but he can't beat it.

This has entered the internal strength competition.

I like to hear it!

"Once you enter the internal force competition, this competition will be too dangerous." Xiang Wentian was a little worried.

He didn't see the way here.

But Master Fang Zheng smiled, and he didn't realize that there was anything wrong with not being able to beat Wei Yang.

"Brother Dao, I just feel at ease." Master Fang Zheng smiled.

Taoist Master Chongxu nodded and said, "I am far inferior to him."

Zuo Lengchan was slightly surprised, what are you talking about?

"Young Master Wei, Fang Sheng lost a move, and the Shaolin Sect gave in." Master Fang Zheng jumped into the two of them with his white beard, and he flew on Fang Sheng's cassock and grabbed Wei Yang's sword. He smiled like Hong Zhong and said, "This kind of martial arts really cannot be said to be the 'ups rising'. Senior martial arts masters must be ashamed in front of Young Master Wei."

Wei Yang withdrew his sword and retreated, feeling quite satisfied.

He glanced at Zuo Lengchan with a glance at him, and the next step was a pure internal force competition.

At this time, the watching game was very dissatisfied.

Why did it tie?
Chapter completed!