The Battle of Martial Arts Breaks the Wind and Cloud

Xian Yutong's iron fan swept across the void with terrifying power, and the grass on the ground was directly overturned.

Zhang Wuji's expression remained unchanged, he made his moves cautiously, his inner strength was circulating, and his body was protected by the Nine Suns magical power, and he punched continuously, each punch was enough to kill a cow.

Xian Yutong dodged it, the iron fan swept out like a stick, blocking Zhang Wuji's iron fist.

"boom!"

The fist and the iron fan collided in the air.

The bodies of the two fell backwards at the same time.

Xian Yutong was shocked, the inner palace was shaken, and he almost vomited blood.

With just one collision, Xian Yutong knew that his internal strength might not be as good as the young man in front of him.

"Damn it, you actually picked the wrong opponent again. This kid is also a difficult opponent. His inner strength is deeper than mine, what a miscalculation!" Xian Yutong was startled inwardly, and muttered regretfully.

However, since the fight has already started, he will definitely not stop there.

Next, he looked at Zhang Wuji viciously.

When Zhang Wuji's iron fist hit him again, Xian Yutong finally used a sinister move.

Three hidden weapons shot out from the iron fan one after another, aiming at the three vital points of Zhang Wuji's body.

If he was hit in a vital point, Zhang Wuji might die unexpectedly.

Zhang Wuji's face turned pale, he called despicable to himself, glared at Xian Yutong, turned his body upside down, and dodged two hidden weapons.

But as soon as the hidden weapon came, it hit Zhang Wuji's leg.

"puff!"

A stream of blood shot out from Zhang Wuji's thigh wound, looking a bit miserable.

Zhang Wuji was furious, the internal force of Nine Suns Divine Art began to circulate ferociously, with a push with both hands, the powerful internal force surged out, instantly covering Xian Yutong who was complacent.

"what!"

A scream came from Xian Yutong's mouth.

Then, Xian Yutong's body drew a parabola in the air, hit the ground, splashed dust all over the ground, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and suffered serious internal injuries.

Being hit by the internal force of the Nine Suns Divine Art, he didn't die directly, Xian Yutong was already considered lucky.

The decisive battle between Zhang Wuji and Xian Yutong ended in a loss for both sides.

Zhang Wuji's injuries were relatively minor, which belonged to external injuries.

Xian Yutong's injury was an internal injury, and it was quite serious.If you don't exercise your skills immediately to heal your injuries, you may have sequelae.

"It's disgusting that the head of the Huashan faction is using hidden weapons insidiously. It's really not right for the other five sects to cooperate with such a person. It's really disappointing." Duan De's cold and mocking voice sounded All over the world.

Xian Yutong's complexion was uglier than dog blood, and the other five sects were also ashamed, feeling that what Duan De said was really true.

Chapter Sixteen Kongtong Seven Injuries

"Mr. Duan, no, you should be called Duan Shaoxia." Yang Xiao said with a smile: "This duel ended in a loss for both sides, so I think it should be considered a draw."

Duan De smiled faintly, looked at the six sects facing him, and finally his gaze stayed on the face of the head of Huashan School, Xian Yutong.

"Xian Yutong, what do you think?" Duan De asked.

As a result of the battle between Xian Yutong and Zhang Wuji, both of them were injured, and Xian Yutong suffered serious internal injuries, while Zhang Wuji only suffered external injuries.

But the fact that both of them were injured cannot be changed, so Yang Xiao suggested that this duel should be counted as a tie, which is quite reasonable.

The six sects naturally have no objection to this.

Originally, it was the Huashan School, and it was a bit cheap.

"Next, do the rest of the Huashan sect still want to challenge the Mingjiao?" Duan De glanced at the crowd, his expression was indifferent, but also had a strange and cold look, "If not, then the other four sects are left—— Shaolin School, Emei School, Kongtong School, Wudang School."

Neither the Kunlun School nor the Huashan School spoke.

They no longer had the courage to challenge, the Kunlun faction lost completely, and the leader of the Huashan faction, Xian Yutong, has now retreated to the side, surrounded by disciples of the Huashan faction, using his skills to heal his injuries.

Shaolin, Wudang, Emei, Kongtong, the main leaders of the four sects looked at each other.

Wudang Song Yuanqiao's son Song Qingshu wanted to jump out and compete with the Mingjiao people.

However, after seeing Xiao Zhao, Zhang Wuji, and especially Duan De's powerful martial arts, Song Yuanqiao wisely chose to remain silent, not being stupid.

At this time, only those with unrivaled martial arts would dare to fight, otherwise, it would be just sending food and sending abuse.

Although Song Qingshu is said to be the highest martial artist among the younger generation of Wudang School, he still dare not be presumptuous in front of a group of martial arts seniors.

"What? Do you want to discuss it carefully?" Duan De asked leisurely, looking at the members of the four sects.

The people of the Ming Cult have already regarded Duan De as the leader of the sect, and let Duan De be the master.

Moreover, Duan De's feat of taking down all the disciples of the Huashan School with one move really convinced the people of Mingjiao.

At this moment, five old men from the Kongtong faction walked out.

"For this duel, let us Kongtong faction fight." One of the old men said.

"That's right." Another thin old man shouted, "Mingjiao is a demon religion and must be eliminated. We Kongtong Five Elders have teamed up to challenge the White-browed Eagle King. I don't know the White-browed Eagle King, but dare to fight?"