But Fang Tian's painting halberd stopped at the last moment, less than a finger from Situ Chang. Such heavy weapons were free to control, which made Lin Tian think of a word, "lifting weight is as light as light."

This was the fastest battle since the war began, which was unexpected by everyone.

Sweat also appeared on Situ Chang's forehead, and he didn't dare to move, and said with a stuttering: "You...you won."

Yuwen Xingjian took back Fang Tian’s painting halberd and said lightly: “I said that without the Qixue Sword, you are not my opponent.”

Situ Chang was so Meng Dahe that he hurriedly stayed away, not even the Broken Sword. However, when he returned to the Situ family, he saw Situ Yuanzhong with a dark face. He could only lower his head and dared not show up.

"The Situ family has been eliminated two of them, and they are not strong enough. However, the ability of Fang Tian's painting halberd to easily cut off weapons is really not a false reputation. I don't know if the Tiancan Silk Gloves can withstand it." Lin Tian said curiously.

The eldest lady and Xiao Manxuan, Yun Xiaotian also looked at Ling Shuiyao, and Ling Shuiyao shook her head and said, "No, Fang Tian Huaji is a heavy weapon, with stronger cutting ability and greater strength. Moreover, the strength of Yuwen Xingjian is much stronger than Situ Ruoling. Of course, if Situ Yuanzhong used the Qixue Sword, the Tian Silk Gloves could not resist it."

How many people can understand this principle? The same treasure of the sect can exert different powers in the hands of people of different strengths.

"In the next game, Huang Xiaopang will fight Hou Xinchang!"

In this game, there were two casual cultivators and ancient martial artists, but both of these names attracted great attention, because one showed the Kanglong mace and the other used the Modao technique.

These two things have long been lost in the ancient martial arts world. Now that they appear on the two, they naturally attract much attention. Some aristocratic families have already become interested in winning over them.

"It's my turn." Huang Xiaopang smiled honestly and walked onto the ring with his fat body.

This seemingly clumsy body was once laughed at by other ancient martial artists. Now, no one has the nerve to laugh anymore because they have even made progress in the knockout round and the fat man has entered.

His opponent, Hou Xinchang, also came up and still bent down very politely to salute, which was more particular than those children of aristocratic families. However, Lin Tian could see from Hou Xinchang's subtle expression that his etiquette seemed not to be due to respecting his opponent, but to behave in a habit.

Lin Tian felt something in his heart, which reminded him of a kind of person, but he was not sure.

"Mr. Huang, should we compare weapons or punches?" Hou Xinchang asked the same question.

Huang Xiaopang scratched his head, smiled, feeling a little embarrassed: "Don't call me sir, just call me a name, it doesn't matter anything I do."

In the fat man's heart, the one who can be called "Mr." is someone like Lin Tian, ​​so he is embarrassed to be called "Mr. Huang".

"Since that's the case, let's compare fists and feet first, then weapons, how about?" Hou Xinchang's eyes flashed and he made a seemingly fair proposal.

"It's so hateful. Hou Xinchang bullies Huang Fatty and misleads him to make fists and kicks because Hou Xinchang is afraid that his sword will not be able to fight against Kanglong mace!" Ling Shuiyao said indignantly.

"You are right. Hou Xinchang seems to understand etiquette and rules, but in fact he is very cunning. However, from an objective perspective, this is also his strategy and he has no foul." Lin Tian said rationally.

Having said that, Lin Tian was still unhappy with Hou Xinchang. He was optimistic about him for his role in Mo Dao Sword, but he didn't expect that this guy would bully the honest fat man.

"Do we want to remind the fat man?" Yun Xiaotian asked without understanding the rules.

The eldest lady shook her head and said, "No, as long as you go to the ring, others are not allowed to give advice. Otherwise, if those big men from aristocratic families are guiding off-field, wouldn't the whole competition be messed up?"

This rule seems unfair, but in fact it protects the ancient martial artists of the casual cultivators to a certain extent. Because the bigwigs of the aristocratic family are powerful, they can easily see through the flaws in the competition. If the bigwigs instruct their own family how to crack them, the ancient martial artists of the casual cultivators will have no way to survive.

"The fat man wouldn't agree to Hou Xinchang stupidly, right?" Xiao Manxuan said helplessly, because during the boxing and kick competition, the fat man might lose his combat effectiveness by Hou Xinchang, so the subsequent weapon competition would be unnecessary.

As soon as the girl finished speaking, Fatty Huang nodded and said, "I have no objection."

Fatty Huang's promise made many viewers shake their heads. Many people saw that Hou Xinchang's words were a trap, but the fat man twitched with his eyes open.

"Mr. Huang is so refreshed, I admire him." Hou Xinchang gave a polite greeting again, which made Fatty Huang even more embarrassed.

when……

The bell rang, marking the beginning of the competition. Hou Xinchang, who was originally polite and kind, immediately restrained his smile.

He arched his back slightly and rushed out towards the fat man. His movement was a little strange. The distance he took was very short, like a small step, but his feet alternated very quickly, so his impact was very fast.

What's even more strange is that he pressed his hands in front of him and his back behind him, which was a bit like a horse riding a charge, but the horse's pace was not a small step.

Fatty Huang stood still as if he was sitting on a mountain, allowing the other party to rush over.

With a swish, Hou Xinchang's hand behind him suddenly shook it out, his arm was slightly arc-shaped, and his palm was a blade, like a long knife slashed out.

The slash was very fierce and very suddenly, and the palm of his hand slashed the air and even made a harsh roar. In a vague way, everyone seemed to see a long sword slashing out, slashing the people in front of him into two segments.

The offensive was fierce, and there seemed to be bloody storm. Of course, this was an illusion. The Modao Technique came from the battlefield. Hou Xinchang used his hand instead of the sword and used the Modao Technique, so everyone had an illusion.

This is not a battlefield, nor is there any bloody corpses everywhere. It is just a breath projected into the audience's mind when ancient martial arts are activated.

The same is true when Ji Zimo used the Holy Heaven Seal. The aura was supreme and majestic. It was projected into the opponent's heart and had an impact on the opponent.

Huang Xiaopang was not panicked or afraid. Although this guy was a little dull, he had one advantage: he was big, broad-minded, fat, and didn't know what fear was.

He shook his thick arm, and smashed it at Hou Xinchang's hand knife like he was wiping an iron whip.

Bang……

The palms and arms intersected, making a dull sound. With good eyesight, you can see that the "fat" on Huang Xiaopang's body was shaking, and his huge body was hit by Hou Xinchang's impact and took more than ten steps back.

Hou Xinchang smiled, as if he had seen the fat man's right arm being scrapped. He was confident that the knife that had been accumulating strength for a long time could easily break the steel, let alone the body.

If one arm is used, the two maces are missing, and the power is greatly reduced. This is Hou Xinchang's strategy. He even wants to destroy the fat man's two arms and completely lose his combat power.
Chapter completed!