Chapter 79 Difficult Beitang Weicheng

The two walked out of the martial arts field hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, as a pair of good friends.

The martial arts competition between Dongfang Xiaoyang and Nangong Rongxuan is also dangerous. When it comes to the knockout, a carelessness, a mistake, or even a small accident may make people miss a good opportunity and regret for life.

In the end, Dongfang Xiaoyang sold a flaw, and the young Nangong Rongxuan was fooled to win the competition. However, Dongfang Xiaoyang also had a hard time. He was punched hard in the chest. Compared with the promotion, this injury was insignificant.

I was busy all noon, and the afternoon game had not started, but the martial arts field was already full of people. Unlike the junior group, the competition of the middle-aged group should be more beautiful. The rolling fighting spirit, the world of swords and shadows, and the stunts of flying eaves and walls make people nostalgic for going back and forth, and they can't help but fall into the world of standing up.

The match between Long Zhanhua and Beitang Weicheng was scheduled for the first game. Long Zhanhua looked at Beitang Weicheng in front of him with a serious face. For some reason, there was always a bad feeling in his heart. He watched the game between Long Xiaoqi and Beitang Yixuan in the morning. Even a child was so difficult to deal with. Long Xiaoqi had no power to fight. If Long Xiaoqi hadn't had an idea, she might have been out now. Therefore, you must not be careless against Beitang Weicheng.

Long Zhanhua thought silently that he was angry with himself and shouted twice, just like a boxer preparing before the game.

"The game begins!" Long Jingdao paid attention to the two people in the field without a trace of expression on his face. The reason why Long Xiaoqi was able to win in the morning is that she has some luck in it. I don't know if this time, the goddess of luck will still favor the Long family as usual.

Perhaps out of trust in himself, Beitang Weicheng did not confront Long Zhanhua, but condensed his fighting spirit, gathered in his palm, held a dagger in his hand, stared at Long Zhanhua, and slowly walked away.

The fighting realm of the two is very different. Beitang Weicheng is just a state of first-level advanced perfection of green spirit, but I don't know if he will create any miracle this time.

Long Zhanhua did not move forward rashly, but also learned from the appearance of Beitang Weicheng and rotated. However, Long Zhanhua held a sword in his hand, while Beitang Weicheng held a dagger in his hand. When the two weapons met, it was naturally Beitang Weicheng who suffered more.

Whether it is fighting spirit or weapons, Beitang Wei and Chengdu do not have an advantage, but he can advance to the semi-finals with the second place in the group, which shows that he must have something extraordinary, which is speed and patience.

North Tang Weicheng picked up the dagger, accelerated straight, and ran to Long Zhanhua. The broad sleeves exude a strong green atmosphere. If they are seen by ordinary people, they will definitely suspect that they have met ghosts in broad daylight.

Long Zhanhua saw Beitang Weicheng kill and quickly raised his sword and abruptly blocked it, but Beitang Weicheng's dagger was stabbed. Although it was blocked by Long Zhanhua's sword, it still followed the trajectory of the blade and cut through Long Zhanhua's sleeve.

"Zhan Hua." Long Jingdao shouted out in a voice, and his body was stiff. He looked straight at Long Zhanhua in the ring, with worried eyes in his eyes. Dongfang Jie sat in the chair and smiled happily. He saw Long Zhanhua slumped and Long Jingdao's soulless appearance. I don't know how happy he was!

Long Zhanhua stepped back two steps and felt that there was no blood flowing out. He breathed a sigh of relief, held his sword, and looked at Beitang Weicheng in front of him with caution.

Beitang Weicheng did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, although he had a thousand ways to defeat Long Zhanhua at the moment just now, and even killed him. However, in order to show his sincerity, Beitang Weicheng still laughed and watched Long Zhanhua distance himself and prepare for a second attack.

The same action, the same speed, and even the direction of the dagger did not change. Beitang Weicheng once again killed Long Zhanhua.

This time, Long Zhanhua learned to be smart. Instead of raising his sword to block it, he also came out of his sword and ran forward quickly, which was bound to "end together with the Northern Tang Weicheng" in front of him. If neither of them dodge, then Beitang Weicheng will definitely fall under the sword of Long Zhanhua this time.

Beitang Weicheng smiled gently, and he would not be stupid enough to take a dagger to fight with the sword. His right hand was gently loosened, and he clamped the handle of the dagger with his thumb and palm. On a slight side of his body, the man and the dagger followed the direction of the sword in front of Long Zhanhua at the same time. If it is hit, then Long Zhanhua's front chest is bound to be cut open by Beitang Weicheng's dagger.

Long Zhanhua panicked. He didn't expect that Beitang Weicheng would be so varied, and a small dagger was played by him so many tricks. He quickly stretched out his left hand mixed with green air and firmly grasped Beitang Weicheng's right arm like pliers.

However, Beitang Weicheng did not panic at all, as if everything was happening in his expectation. He smiled disdainfully and hit Long Zhanhua's lower abdomen like lightning with his left hand.

Long Zhanhua did not stop his movements and waved the sword of his right hand almost at the same time. If this sword was hit, then Beitang Weicheng was destined to be cut off by Long Zhanhua.

However, Beitang Weicheng didn't seem to have the intention of exchanging his life for his life. His body bent back and unexpectedly bent into a right angle. He withdrew his hands, centered on his right foot, threw his left foot out quickly, and kicked Long Zhanhua to one side fiercely.

"Ah!" Everyone under the stage was stunned. They didn't expect that the fighting spirit of the two people was almost a whole level apart, but the result would be like this.

"Longjing Road! You are really ashamed today. Is this the heir of your Long family? After this competition, Long Zhanhua will be in your Long family, and I'm afraid he will no longer have any prestige!" Dongfang Jie said to himself in a low voice with a satisfied smile on his face. Don't mention how happy Dongfang Jie was when he saw Long Zhanhua so embarrassed.

"Bah!" Long Zhanhua spit and got up from the ring. The Northern Tang family was not a major force in the first place, so this kick was not very strong. But the eyes of the people under the stage have shown disappointment, as if they have lost confidence in themselves.

This time, Long Zhanhua took the lead. The reason why he was passive in the first two times was that he only cared about defense. Attack is your own strengths! Only by attacking can we make up for the gap in speed!

Long Zhanhua stepped on his erratic footsteps, as if he were drunk, and came to Beitang Weicheng in a daze. Suddenly, a sword stabbed out, and the tip of the sword went straight to Beitang Weicheng's throat. If this sword hit, Beitang Weicheng would definitely die on the spot. Even if the Daluo immortal came, I'm afraid it would be difficult to save his life.

In contrast, Bei Tang Weicheng just smiled and had no other actions. Long Zhanhua's behavior was simply playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong in the eyes of Beitang Weicheng, which was immeasurable.

Seeing that Long Zhanhua's sword was about to pierce Beitang Weicheng's throat, many women have even closed their eyes and can't bear to see the scene of blood splashing on the spot.

"Dang..." The crisp voice echoed throughout the martial arts arena. Everyone couldn't believe looking at everything in front of them, just like in a dream, but it really happened in front of them.

Beitang Weicheng actually held the tip of the sword in Long Zhanhua's hand with the tip of the dagger, which was not bad at all. The two tips are facing each other and are so deadlocked in the air, and no one has the intention to give in.

"Go!" Long Zhanhua shook the sword in his hand and bounced away Beitang Weicheng. Beitang Weicheng rotated in the air, removed all his strength, stood not far away, and looked at Long Zhanhua with a smile.

"It's a devil!" This is Long Zhanhua's only evaluation of Beitang Weicheng. He always laughed. Whether it is sad, happy, or even killing people, Beitang Weicheng always has a faint smile on his face.

It was also because of this game that Beitang Weicheng became famous in the first battle. Since then, another laughing killer has appeared in the eight families.

Long Zhanhua shook his hand. Beitang Weicheng's playing style made people feel very uncomfortable. He always made the most correct judgment in an instant and gave people the most severe blow.