Jianghu I am the only one

Chapter 236 No.12 Sword!

After entering the arena, Yan Beixun said "please".

Feng Hetong, however, bared his teeth, glanced at the sword in Yan Beixun's hand, and said, "Would Hero Yan still use a sword when fighting against an empty-handed old man?"

Hearing this, Yan Beixun frowned slightly.

If he was a hot-blooded young knight, he might be so provoked by Feng Hetong's words that he would abandon his sword, but Yan Beixun is also an old Jianghu who has spent ten years looking for a girl, so he will not be easily provoked.

"If Chief Feng thinks it's unfair, he can fight again with a weapon." While speaking, Yan Beixun gripped the sword even tighter.

He could see that Pang Lichuan was honest and gentle, but this Feng Hetong seemed to be an old man who should not be underestimated.

It can't be said that the crooked appearance of the other party is all pretending to deceive him.

Sure enough, Feng Hetong waved his hands after listening to Yan Beixun's words, "I'm so old, I might get tired after walking a few steps with a weapon. Forget it, please."

The last sentence Feng Hetong spun too fast, before the words fell, he jumped out in one step, like a swift old ape, turned into an afterimage and rushed in front of Yan Beixun, swinging his fists like the waves of the Yangtze River , Continuously bombarding Yanbei!
Such behavior is similar to a sneak attack.

Feng Hetong is also the leader of the platoon gang after all, so it is really surprising that he is so shameless at such an age.

Fortunately, Yan Beixun has always been quite vigilant. The moment Feng Hetong rushed in front of him, he stabbed out with a sword, and Sen Han's sword light pierced into the wave-like fist shadow like a dragon!
Clang!
The sound of gold and iron clashing reminded me that after the sword light pierced into the shadow of the fist, it did not bring blood flowers as most people imagined, but a handful of sparks emerged.

It was also at this time that Ouyang Ye and the others noticed that Feng Hetong was wearing a pair of gloves that were as thin as a cicada's wings, almost transparent, but faintly golden in the sunlight.

I don't know what kind of material this glove is made of, but it can block even the blade of a sword.

"Golden silk gloves!" Guan Shanqiao said next to him, with a surprised and dignified expression on his face.

"Golden silk?" Ouyang Ye looked suspicious.

In fact, Ouyang Ye had heard of the golden silk in his previous life, but he didn't know if the golden silk here was the same as the one he knew.

Guan Shanqiao explained quickly: "It is said that the golden silk is produced by a mutated silkworm from the Western Regions. It is extremely flexible, but stronger than diamond."

"However, the production of golden silk is extremely rare. Occasionally, it is counted by the root. I only heard that some killers use golden silk to kill people. It is hard to guard against."

"But I never thought that this platoon gang actually has a pair of golden silk gloves. I haven't heard of this before, and I must have hidden it for fear of being coveted. Today I took it out, it seems that the platoon gang really attaches great importance to this competition."

The rooted golden silk is a rare treasure, and a pair of golden silk gloves is woven from an unknown number of golden silks, so one can imagine its high value.

So after hearing Guan Shanqiao's words, Ouyang Ye also showed surprise.

At this time, the situation of the martial arts competition in the field has changed quite obviously. Under the resistance of the golden silk gloves, Feng Hetong's pair of flesh fists can be said to be unscrupulous. Spin around, danger is everywhere.

Obviously, Yan Beixun is not as good as Feng Hetong in terms of profound internal strength and proficiency in martial arts, and the only thing better than Feng Hetong is probably physical strength.

Therefore, Yan Beixun could only have a chance of victory if he survived Feng Hetong's previous explosive attacks.

However, will Feng Hetong give him this chance?
Just when this thought flashed through Ouyang Ye's mind, he saw Feng Hetong's fist suddenly became faster in the field, and the fist shadows all over the sky seemed to be raging waves, with howling wind, they all rushed towards Yan Beixun!

This is the trick of "Jiangliu Shenquan", the moon surges and the river flows!

Integrate the strength and true energy of dozens or even hundreds of punches before into one, and defeat the enemy with an unstoppable momentum!
Faced with this move, Yan Beixun obviously sensed the danger, but he did not admit defeat in time and leave the field as Ouyang Ye ordered, but made eleven sword strikes here in a very short period of time, and after the eleven sword strikes, unexpectedly The No.12 sword was stabbed again!
In an instant, this sword, like Chang'e flying to the moon, appeared in the shadow of a fist like a river flowing in the moon with a misty fairy aura and cold murderous intent!
Bang!
Yan Beixun seemed to be hit by some kind of huge strange force, and his whole body flew backwards and upwards. The blood sprayed out in the air was like a rainbow of blood.
However, his long sword also brought out a streak of bright blood, but it was Feng Hetong who was stabbed into the right chest by his sword!

Ouyang Ye didn't look at Feng Hetong's situation at all, and turned into an afterimage, flying past the Shenmu gang's spectators, trying to catch Yan Beixun before he landed.

Without saying anything, he directly took out two green and red Shaohuan Pills, and gave Yan Beixun a drink of Wubaohua honey wine.

Yan Beixun was injured too badly by Feng Hetong's last punch, and just about to speak after taking the elixir, a mouthful of blood gushed out again, and then he rolled the whites of his eyes and passed out.

Ouyang Ye wanted to heal Yan Bei's Xun Yun Gong immediately, but he still had to take care of the competition, so he scanned the crowd.

At this time, Sister Gou walked over quickly and said, "I'll heal his wounds, the leader can go to the martial arts competition at ease."

"Sister Laogou is over there." Ouyang Ye nodded.

Sister Gou didn't say anything, she directly helped Yan Beixun from Ouyang Ye's hands, sat down cross-legged on the spot, and circulated her true energy to heal Yan Beixun.

Ouyang Ye returned to the sidelines of the competition, and then paid attention to Feng Hetong's injury.

Guan Shanqiao next to him said directly: "He was desperately stabbed in the right chest by Protector Yan, and he was seriously injured. If he doesn't want to die, he can't fight anymore."

Sure enough, Pang Lichuan excitedly said something to Feng Hetong, and Feng Hetong was helped to the back by several platoon members.

Immediately, the second contest began, and Pang Lichuan and Guan Shanqiao entered the white circle.

"You are not my opponent." Guan Shanqiao said directly.

When he said this, he didn't make anyone think he was arrogant.

Because Guan Shanqiao was qualified to say this to Pang Lichuan even before he was promoted to Xiantian, let alone now.

So, he is stating a fact.

Sure enough, Pang Lichuan was not angry, but said seriously: "I know, but I will try my best to fight you. If you despise me, you will regret it."

"I didn't despise you." Guan Shanqiao shook his head slightly, then felt that it was meaningless to say more, and said, "Please."

"Please."

After greeting each other, Pang Lichuan did not take the opportunity to attack like Feng Hetong did, but walked left and right, doing a good job of defending and counterattacking, while spying on Guan Shanqiao, hoping to find Guan Shanqiao's loopholes.

However he was disappointed.

Guan Shanqiao stood there without moving, he didn't even move his eyeballs, he couldn't find a flaw at all.

After three breaths, Guan Shanqiao suddenly stared at Pang Lichuan, like a sleeping tiger suddenly opened its eyes.

In an instant, Pang Lichuan felt a great crisis, as if he would die in the next moment.

However, not only was he not afraid of leaving the white circle, but he tried his best to overcome this fear, turned into an afterimage, and rushed straight to Guan Shanqiao!
He still couldn't see Guan Shanqiao's flaws, but he couldn't control it anymore, because he knew that if he didn't make a move, he wouldn't even have a chance to fight to death.

The moon is surging and the river is flowing!
Pang Lichuan, the magic fighter, is the ultimate move of "Jiangliu Shenquan" as soon as he makes a move, try his best!
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