Chapter 431 Fist Suppresses String Sound

Facing the Tang Army's desperate attack, even Ye Qing showed a trace of shock at this moment.

She used her extremely fast movements to constantly change positions in mid-air, and then enveloped the Tang army with countless invisible sword energy. But Tang Jun was like a tireless and fearless bull, just running rampant and punching Ye Qing one after another.

The two sides suddenly fought hundreds of moves in mid-air, and Tang Jun was almost passively beaten. At this moment, there was not a single piece of flesh on his body.

Even Liang Yan, a junior fellow student with whom he had no close friendship, couldn't help but feel unbearable and secretly felt compassion.

"If we continue to fight like this, I'm afraid that even if Senior Brother Tang doesn't die, his physical foundation will be damaged."

He glanced at Yu Xuanji on the martial arts viewing platform and secretly wondered, "Why doesn't Master stop the fight?"

In fact, Liang Yan didn't know something. Yu Xuanji knew his apprentice better than he did. This person was determined to go all the way to the end. Since he was determined to try his best, he would never give up halfway. If I admit defeat on his behalf at this time, I am afraid that this disciple will lose his Taoist heart and will be unable to make any progress in the future.

Liang Yan and others were secretly worried, and Ye Qing, who was in the air, was also shocked. She used the "Wind Spirit Divine Movement" taught by her master to avoid Tang Jun's close attacks many times. But at this point in the battle, Tang Jun had gradually figured out the rules of his movements.

The flaw in the next few dodges was discovered by Tang Jun, and gradually he could no longer distance himself from this physical practitioner.

"How can this person still persist? Even if he is a physical practitioner, he should have been killed long ago after receiving so many invisible sword energy from me!"

Ye Qing's heart was slightly frightened. Since she started her training, very few monks of the same level have been able to fight with her for more than a hundred moves. Tang Jun is the only one who can resist so many sword energy approaching her.

Facing Tang Jun's lose-lose style, Ye Qing suddenly panicked. She just dodged Tang Jun's punch, and the next moment she shifted her body, only to find that Tang Jun had reached her side earlier.

"Fellow Daoist Ye, you can't run away!"

At this moment, the blood had blurred Tang Jun's face, but he just grinned, stretched out a big hand and pressed it on Ye Qing's strings.

Ye Qing's heart was pounding, and she wanted to play a few more notes, but found that there was a huge stone weighing on the strings, and she couldn't play any more.

Tang Jun pressed one hand on Ye Qing's strings, but stopped in front of Ye Qing's face with the other hand, and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Ye, you lose!"

Ye Qing stared at the bloody man in front of her, looking beyond his fists and onto his blood-stained face, and unexpectedly asked: "Is she more important than your life?"

Tang Jun grinned and said nothing. Suddenly his eyelids closed and he fell down from mid-air.

An exclamation came from the crowd, but it was the woman named Zhou Yun, but Yan Weixian was right next to her, so she did not dare to go on stage without authorization.

Liang Yan stood beside the martial arts viewing platform and suddenly felt a breeze blowing by. Before he could even blink, he found that Yu Xuanji on the martial arts viewing platform beside him had disappeared. When he looked back, Yu Xuanji had already flown back from mid-air carrying his disciple.

This half-hundred-year-old man, the peak master of Guanyu Peak, threw his disciple to Mei Shisan and said lightly: "What a stone, smelly and hard!"

Mei Shisan naturally knew that the master was talking about Tang Jun's stubborn temper, so she did not dare to answer the question. She just ordered her junior brothers and sisters to carry the seriously injured senior brother down for treatment.

Tang Jun and Ye Qing competed. Although Tang Jun won in the end, he himself was unable to fight due to serious injuries. Under the competition rules of five players from each side, this game was actually a draw.

Yu Xuanji did not expect that the opponent would be so strong. He originally valued the two disciples Tang Jun and Xiang Tianying very much. He felt that although the opponent had three late-stage foundation builders, they were not without the capital to fight.

But now it seems that the situation is not optimistic.

"Yan Weixian, this old fox, also said that these are the disciples he trained. Humph! These are obviously borrowed from other disciples of Qianyuan Holy Palace!"

Yu Xuanji snorted in his heart. After Ye Qing reported her family status, everyone already knew about this matter. Yu Xuanji was also secretly thinking about whether to go to other peaks to borrow one or two late-stage Foundation Establishment disciples to help him.

Just as he was thinking secretly in his heart, someone from Yan Weixian's side had already jumped onto the martial arts stage.

This man carries a long sword on his back and behaves in a free and easy manner, but there is an unruly air in his eyes.

He didn't look at Yu Xuanji's disciples at all, he just raised his hands towards Yu Xuanji on the martial arts viewing platform and said: "I'm under Yuan Taiji, and I'm here to challenge the disciples of Senior Yu. All fellow Taoists of the same rank in the field, No matter who it is, as long as he can take thirty moves under Yuan Mou's sword, Yuan Mou will immediately abandon his sword and leave!"

"What a crazy tone!" There were many disciples from other peaks watching the battle in the audience. After hearing Yuan Taiji's provocative words, they couldn't help but whisper.

Someone couldn't help shouting: "This person is so arrogant. Does he really think that our Yungang Sect has no one?"

The person who shouted was just in the period of refining his Qi, but he realized that no matter what, he could not lose the momentum of the sect, so he raised his Qi and shouted loudly. Someone nearby immediately echoed, and someone else shouted: "Teach this kid a good lesson!"

Yu Xuanji frowned slightly. He was considering whether to let Xiang Tianying go on stage now or to hire a helper, when he suddenly saw someone on his side jumping onto the martial arts stage.

The person who came on stage was in his early twenties, dressed in gray clothes, and it turned out to be his seventeenth disciple, Liang Yan.

"These little bastards have rebelled against each other. Tang Jun is like this, and Liang Yan is like this. He went on the field without my permission! He was in the middle of foundation building, and he went up to make mischief!" Yu Xuanji said with anger in his heart.

Liang Yan, however, did not have the consciousness to "fight without authorization". Instead, he stood on the court and said with a "shy" smile:

"This Taoist friend Yuan has a strange request. He actually wants to learn so many thirty moves! But since you sincerely ask for advice, Liang will reluctantly give you thirty moves. Don't worry, fellow daoist Yuan, thirty moves means three Ten moves, not one move missing!"

As soon as Liang Yan finished speaking, a fierce light burst out from Yuan Taiji's eyes, and even the corners of his mouth twisted.

"Things that don't know the heights of the sky will die!"

Yuan Taiji shouted, and the sword technique in his hand suddenly rose.

Zheng!

With a melodious sword cry, the long sword behind him unsheathed and soared into the air. Like an arrogant wind, it instantly pounced on Liang Yan's head.

"Hey, is this the "Qi Feng Sword Sutra"? It's just mediocre!"

Liang Yan sneered, and a purple thunderbolt rushed out from the storage bag. Like a thunder dragon entering the sea, it plunged directly into the strong wind in mid-air!