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The two of them were fixed in shape, more than one meter apart.

But Wang Ziqiao's sword tip was already on Huo Zhendong's throat.

In fact, relying on Wang Ziqiao's ability, he could have defeated Huo Zhendong in the first round of the competition by using his mental power to speed up the sword, but for the sake of the old man's face, he only fought for so long.

At the same level, if Wang Ziqiao is allowed to use the fast sword, even if it is not instant kill, but few people have passed ten rounds in his hands.

At this point, Huo Zhendong admired Prince Qiao Xin. A young man who is less than 20 years old can have such ability, and he will get it in the future?

Prince Qiao withdrew his long sword and said with a smile, "Old Huo, I've accepted it!"

Huo Zhendong nodded slightly: "With your quick sword, even if you can't win Wu Bufeng, there is no problem in self-protection. It is very difficult for him to win you, especially if you can finally combine body skills and quick sword Being together is really rare!"

Wang Ziqiao inserted the sword into the leather sheath around his waist, and said: "Mr. Huo, it's getting late now, let's go to Shanhaihu Square together, but I don't know how many people will pay attention!"

"Hehehe, since Wu Bufeng has agreed on such a place, he must want everyone to know about it. You must be ready!"

The two smiled similarly and left the room together.

At this time, the three girls, Yu Wei, Meng Liandie, and Tsing Yi, came.

The rest of the people were already waiting in the hall corridor.

"Master, I'll go with you!" Little Wei Ziao held a bottle of old Moutai in one hand, stood beside his father, and rushed towards Prince Qiao.

"You little guy, you can't do without wine at all times, okay, go with Master!"

"Zi Qiao, parents should also go and see!" Wang Mingzhang and his wife said.

Wang Ziqiao nodded, looked at everyone, and said: "Everyone go together today, just leave a few people to look after the house!"

It's just that when Wang Ziqiao looked at Jin Yu, Zhan Fei, and Bai Su, the three obviously frowned.

Wang Ziqiao immediately understood what was going on, called the three of them aside, and said with a smile: "You all put on makeup, so as not to be photographed by the media!"

The three nodded, and Jin Yu said, "It's fine for me and Zhan Fei to stay in the car and not go out, and it's fine for Bai Su to wear a scarf!"

Wang Ziqiao nodded in agreement, and some people left the building one after another.

Junko Matsubara drove an extended Rolls-Royce, and Prince Joe was the only one sitting in the car.

The rest of the people did not take the same car with him, because it was Prince Joe's request. He needed to use this short opportunity to completely adjust his mind, and it was best to be able to enter the fighting state at any time.

He was wearing a purple-black Tang suit with golden dragons embroidered with gold silk, majestic and mysterious.

Leaning on the seat, holding a turtle shell in his hand.

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The car was driving fast, but it was very stable. In about half an hour, the car had already parked near Shanhaihu Square.

Here, there is already a sea of ​​people, there are no fewer than a hundred media reporters around.

This square is located on the south side of Shanhai Lake, covering about 1.2 square meters. It is paved with marble. It is close to the side of Shanhai Lake. There is also a stage with a height of 15 meters, [-] meters long and about [-] meters wide.

Many open-air performances in the Shanhaihu District are held here.

In the eastern area of ​​the square, people from Taijimen had already set up tents, while the western part of the square was where Wang Ziqiao and others stayed, but it was empty.

But after more than a dozen high-end cars stopped here one after another, a man in black uniform stepped out of the car. These men stood up straight like soldiers, surrounding these vehicles in the middle.

However, most of the people in the car did not get off.

This is also what Wang Ziqiao ordered. He didn't want his relatives and friends to be exposed to outsiders.

He stepped forward alone, and came to the center where the two sides looked at each other, with his hands behind his back, looking at each other with a lonely expression.

On the other side of the square, in a Mercedes-Benz sedan, Sophie Fei's family of three were sitting in it.

"Wu Bufeng, come out!" Wang Ziqiao shouted first.

With a sound of Wu Bufeng in white Taiji suit, he strode out, and after facing Wang Ziqiao, he pointed to the stage and said, "Follow me!"

After saying a word, he tapped his toes to the ground and soared into the air, as if flying in the air, stepped in the air, and reached ten meters away, volleyed again, took two jumps, and jumped onto the stage.

"Okay, okay..." Thousands of spectators around had already applauded.

But Wang Ziqiao frowned. What he hates most in fighting is all kinds of restrictions. This Wubufeng has obviously figured out Wangziqiao thoroughly. The fighting area is set on the stage. The area is small, which is very beneficial to the Wubufeng of Tai Chi masters On the contrary, it is extremely unfavorable to Prince Joe.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, although many of Prince Joe's magic cannot be used, some invisible magic can still be released secretly.The fighting area is too small, so it is very likely that he will not even have the chance to spit out the spell.

He walked under the stands step by step, and then jumped up lightly, and slowly drew the soft sword from his waist, shining with silver light, straightening instantly.

Seeing Wang Ziqiao using the sword, Wu Bufeng's brows just twitched, and he sneered: "Today I will allow you to use weapons, so that you can know what it means to have a sky beyond the sky, and someone beyond people. Let's make a move!"

But Wang Ziqiao sneered back: "You are an old man, so please make a move first!"

Wang Ziqiao knows the essence of Tai Chi, so why would he act first?

If the enemy does not move, I will not move; if the enemy moves, he must move first.

Whoever moves first will show his flaws, and Wang Ziqiao naturally ignores Wu Bufeng.

Wu Bufeng snorted coldly: "What an arrogant boy!"

After saying a word, Wu Bufeng stepped on the Tai Chi, pressed against the ground, and quickly approached Wang Ziqiao. His hands swirled left and right, like phantoms, making it difficult to tell the real from the fake.

But Wang Ziqiao remained motionless, staring at the other party with a high concentration of mental power.

Suddenly, when Wu Bufeng was about one meter away from Wang Ziqiao, he swung his palm violently, bursting the air with a whoosh, and hit Wang Ziqiao directly in the face.

Wang Ziqiao has also moved, he can sense in advance that Wu Bufeng is about to attack, so when Wu Bufeng waved his palm, Wang Ziqiao stepped backwards, and stabbed a room.

chirp...

The tip of the sword pressed the air, forming a vacuum airflow, like an arc-shaped water ripple, rushing towards Wubufeng.

Wu Bufeng's heart trembled suddenly, this Prince Joe had already dodged his blow in advance, because when he waved his palm, Prince Qiao took a step back, but at the same time as Prince Qiao stepped back, he also thrust out a sword .

Wu Bufeng's arm could not touch Wang Ziqiao, but Wang Ziqiao's sword could pierce him.

Hands are like lightning, actions are like wind.

Under the powerful sword aura, Wu Bufeng turned his head to avoid it hastily, and avoided the stab of the sword tip, but he couldn't dodge the sword aura.

The sword energy stuck to his left cheek, passing through it, forming a bloodstain on his face.