Tianmu

on the ring.

Chen Feng and Chen Yang came and went, and Chen Yang's heavy stick, even if it was as hard as a ring, was hit by him one by one, while Chen Feng, on the other hand, was like a gust of wind , wandering in the arena, constantly attacking Chen Yang, and at the same time, his speed was beyond Chen Yang's reach.

From the beginning of the battle, Chen Feng was on the side. Chen Yang was almost under Chen Feng's pressure, and Nai stubbornly resisted. But after a long time, even Chen Yang's physique couldn't stand it anymore. Will be defeated, and the winner will be announced at that time.

In the audience, Chen Yang's supporters could say that they hated Chen Ning to the core. If Chen Ning hadn't hurt Chen Yang in advance, how could he be so passive now?

So now if anyone in the audience wants to say who feels the worst, that is Chen Ning. Feeling the vicious eyes from all around, he can only smile wryly in his heart. [

"Crazy stick technique~!"

Chen Yang roared angrily, and the iron rod in his hand suddenly danced crazily, only a few shadows of the rods could be seen on the stage for a while, but Chen Yang's tall figure could not be seen.

The stick is as heavy as a mountain, and when you drop it with a stick, there will be a hole. This crazy magic stick technique requires the user to be in a state similar to a crazy devil, attacking like crazy, regardless of defense at all, it is definitely a martial skill for a great counterattack .

Facing Chen Yang's crazy counterattack, Chen Feng obviously also felt the huge pressure. From his sword posture, it can be seen that he must be very nervous inside, and even the sword posture appeared a little bit of disorder.

Other people in the audience may not be able to see it, but Chen Ming, who is more accomplished than Chen Feng in the Blast Wind sword technique, can easily see this small difference.

"Chen Feng's mind is disturbed. It really is a flower in the greenhouse. He has never experienced a storm. His swordsmanship is exquisite. When his mind is disturbed, his swordsmanship will naturally break."

Let me ask, for a person who has never experienced ups and downs, seeing Chen Yang's desperate posture at first glance, his first reaction must be fear, fearing that he will accidentally be hit by him, and he will be seriously injured if he does not die!

This is what Chen Feng thought in his mind at the moment, if he was hit by Chen Yang's random stick, it would be a disaster for him, so he became more careful, and he didn't even dare to attack actively.

On the other hand, Chen Yang was in a state of madness at the moment, he didn't care about getting injured, and directly launched a frenzied attack on Chen Feng, beating Chen Feng like a mouse crossing the street, running away all over the ring.

Everyone in the audience, seeing the sudden change in the battle situation, didn't realize it all at once, and they all froze. After a long while, they let out a burst of laughter like a tsunami. This laughter was naturally aimed at Chen Feng.

The No. 1 young generation of the dignified Chen family is being chased like a rat crossing the street. Isn't this worth laughing about?

The laughter from the audience reached Chen Feng's ears, and it was harsh, but he didn't dare to face Chen Yang at the moment, so he pretended that he didn't hear it, and kept running away, waiting for the moment when Chen Yang stopped. moment.

Crazy stick skills are crazy, but the consumption is really too great. After a while, even with Chen Yang's physical strength, he can't hold on any longer. He is gasping for breath, and the force of the stick has been reduced a lot. .

"Finally it's my turn to fight back!"

When Chen Feng saw that the power of the stick had weakened, he immediately understood that his chance had come, and when he thought of the laughter from the crowd before, Chen Feng became furious, thinking that he must give Chen Yang some trouble later, Take a good breath of anger in your heart.

offstage.

Chen Ming looked at Chen Yang on the ring, couldn't help but sighed softly, and secretly said it was a pity.

If Chen Yang could hold on for a while longer, Chen Feng would probably lose, but it was a pity that he couldn't hold on, and now Chen Feng was given a chance to breathe, and he himself was already so exhausted. Now it is clear at a glance.

"Once Chen Yang loses, then it will be my turn to fight Chen Feng, but now it seems that my chances of winning are one point higher. With Chen Feng's character, he obviously doesn't like to fight hard, so I will be like this , you can easily take the initiative, and the balance of victory is leaning towards me." [

Chen Ming had a solution in his mind, and he felt much more relaxed. It wasn't because he was competitive, but because he wasn't used to being pushed over his head. He either didn't compare, or took the first place. If the life of the Chen family was better, Chen Ming wouldn't bother to participate in such a competition.

"Ah...Chen Yang is going to lose!"

"Look, Chen Feng is fighting back!"

Chen Ming immediately came back to his senses, and quickly looked towards the stage.

At this moment, Chen Yang had stopped the crazy stick technique, and he was sweating profusely. He was under Chen Feng's attack, struggling to resist. There were many wounds on his body, and he seemed unable to hold on anymore. up.

On the other hand, Chen Feng, at this moment, is in the posture of taking advantage of your illness to kill you. He made the gust of wind swordsmanship into gusts of wind. In the blink of an eye, he swung dozens of swords, leaving a scar on Chen Yang's body. One wound after another.

Under the stage, the Patriarch of Chen Yang's branch suddenly stood up and shouted to the stage: "Enough, Chen Yang, come down!"

But Chen Yang on the stage turned a deaf ear to it, still staring at Chen Feng in front of him, desperately resisting.

"Hahahaha~~ It seems that Chen Yang doesn't want to admit defeat, so I can only keep fighting!"

Chen Feng laughed wildly, and didn't give that Patriarch any face at all, that's right, that Patriarch was only at the Ninth Level of Body Refinement, and his status and cultivation were almost the same as Chen Feng's, so Chen Feng didn't need to give him any face at all.

"Chen Yang!" The head of the family roared, but Chen Yang on the stage just didn't take the initiative to admit defeat, which made him so angry!

"Big stupid cow, if you don't admit defeat, I will fight until you admit defeat!" Chen Feng thought viciously in his heart, and he couldn't help but slow down the attack in his hand. After all, if the attack is too violent, Chen Yang will lose his power soon. The ability to resist is gone, and even if he doesn't admit defeat, the game will be over, and he will have no place to vent.

"kindness?"

Under the stage, Chen Ming saw Chen Feng's sword slowing down suddenly, and couldn't help but feel puzzled. At this moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a flash of light in Chen Yang's eyes.

"Is this Chen Yang still behind?"

Just when Chen Ming was in doubt, Chen Yang on the stage did his best.

"Ow~!"

Chen Yang, who seemed to be on the verge of collapse, suddenly let out a roar, and the iron rod in his hand swung away Chen Feng's weakened sword force violently. .

This stick was powerful and stable, and it didn't look like he was exhausted. Chen Feng only had time to put the sword horizontally in front of him, and he felt a strong attack, and then he flew out.

"I surrender!"

Chen Yang raised his hand and shouted loudly, without even looking at being swept away by his stick, Chen Feng, who was already injured, jumped off the ring directly.

His last stick has exhausted the last ounce of strength in his body, and now he is struggling to even hold the stick. Knowing that he has hope of winning, he naturally admits defeat. He didn't admit defeat before, he was just waiting for an opportunity , It's just a chance to make a move. [

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