Peerless martial arts system

Chapter 76 Soft Rain Sword vs. Windcatcher

"Tao Ding has admired the reputation of the sword painting school for a long time. I don't know which high-ranking disciple is willing to come out and teach him?"

Tao Ding's gaze was fixed on the four disciples of the Sword Painting School, and his voice was deliberately loud.

In an instant, many of the regular customers of the Sky Club showed such expressions.

Anyone who has participated in the Yuntian meeting knows that the Sword Painting School and the Raging Fire School are at odds.

Basically every meeting, the more powerful Raging Fire Sect will find trouble with the Sword Painting Sect, as if they must step on the ground and humiliate them thoroughly.

There was no last session, because the Sword Painting School didn't participate at all.

This time, under the premise of preserving their strength, Raging Fire Sect has another genius, Tao Ding, and it is even more impossible to let the Sword Painting Sect go.

Hearing Tao Ding's words, the faces of the Sword Painting School members all changed.

Yu Fangge paused holding the cup, and sighed secretly.

In the previous fights, Tao Ding had fully proved his own strength, and he was probably only a notch behind Chu Lin, who had a high level of support. On their side, only Shi Xiaole could match.

The problem is that Shi Xiaole took advantage of the disordered artistic conception when he defeated Chu Lin.If Tao Ding is strong enough, Shi Xiaole may not be able to do anything.

In the silence, Shi Xiaole stood up first.As a disciple of the Sword Painting School, he certainly couldn't allow others to lose face to the Sword Painting School.

"Junior brother, leave this scene to me."

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a soft voice beside me said that it was Mao Wenjing.

"Senior Sister Mao?"

"Junior Sister Mao, no."

Whether it was Shi Xiaole, Yuan Qiuwei, Xiao Yuanbo, or even Yu Fangge, they all spoke out to stop Mao Wenjing.

Mao Wenjing smiled slightly and let out a little breath, which immediately made Xiao Yuanbo's eyes widen: "Your cultivation has reached the eighth level of Qi storage?"

"In the same realm, I want to see how it turns out."

There was a smile on Mao Wenjing's beautiful face, but she looked at Shi Xiaole with burning eyes.

Shi Xiaole immediately understood that the girl clearly wanted to compete with her, so she shook her head and smiled wryly.

Thinking that Mao Wenjing didn't come out as a substitute for the dead, but to verify her strength, and as a woman, Tao Ding didn't dare to go too far, so Yu Fangge had no choice but to say: "Be careful."

Mao Wenjing nodded and stepped onto the stage.

"The girl was ordered in the face of danger, she is really a hero among women."

Tao Dingyu smiled sarcastically.

Before going on stage, he had received hints from Yan Donghua that he would use all means to slander the Sword Painting School, the more face he lost, the better.

"The real master of the Sword Painting School is stronger than you, but not weaker. You are not qualified to let him play."

Mao Wenjing said lightly.

"Hehe, is that right? Since the girl is on the stage, she must be quite strong. Tao needs to see it."

Tao Dinghun smiled indifferently, and secretly made up his mind to defeat Mao Wenjing in the fastest way, and then forced out the so-called 'true master', and slapped the Huajian faction hard in the face!

call.

A gust of wind blew, and Tao Ding made a move. The first move was the third-rate middle-grade palm technique, Fengcatch Palm, which showed great power before.

In terms of power alone, the Wind Catcher is not terrible.

The scary thing is that the Wind Catching Palm and Tao Ding's lightness kung fu are complementary martial arts. With the blessing of lightness kung fu, the characteristics of the Wind Catching Palm are brought into full play.

Bang bang bang.

In an instant, five or six figures of Tao Ding appeared in the center of the square, attacking Mao Wenjing from all angles.

"This bastard!"

Xiao Yuanbo's hand holding the wine glass suddenly felt bruised.

The atmosphere of this world determines that women tend to be conservative.And in the fight between men and women of the right way, most of the men abide by the rules and will not attack the sensitive parts of women.

Otherwise, in this age when kissing would bring death, even though the sons and daughters of the world are not so particular, it would still be a matter of great loss of reputation.

However, Tao Ding's attack was too sloppy, he didn't even spare Mao Wenjing's chest, neck, and even her legs.

Seeing this scene, many people let out an uproar, apparently also shocked by Tao Ding's actions.

Some people were angry, some scolded, but there were still people who secretly showed emotions, as if they wished to replace Tao Ding.

"Xuan Hua sword technique!"

Mao Wenjing's face was flushed, and under the great anger, she directly displayed the strongest stunt of the Sword Painting School, the third-rate high-grade Xuanhua swordsmanship.

In the sound of brushing, the sword light danced with Mao Wenjing, like painting with splashed ink, piercing through Tao Ding's numerous phantoms at once.

"Just kidding, why should the girl be so serious?"

Tao Ding laughed loudly while waiting for an opportunity to attack.

Mao Wenjing didn't say a word, she used Dianmei footwork, and Xuanhua swordsmanship in her hands. She used her unique skills to the fullest and suddenly gained the upper hand.

"Senior Sister Mao is the same age as me, but she broke through to the eighth level of Qi storage one step earlier. Her talent has always been underestimated."

Looking at the situation in the field, Shi Xiaole nodded secretly.

Before his rise, Mao Wenjing could be regarded as the genius of the Sword Painting School once in a few decades, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that she was the first genius of Luyan Mountain.

It's just that because of his young age, he has been unable to catch up with the four masters of Luyan for the time being.To a certain extent, it is her own existence that conceals Mao Wenjing's brilliance and sharpness.

Shi Xiaole sighed silently.

However, he didn't know that his own existence overwhelmed Mao Wenjing, but it also stimulated her.Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible for Mao Wenjing to break through to the eighth layer of gas storage so quickly.

Let Mao Wenjing choose by herself, she wished that Shi Xiaole could be as strong as possible.There is motivation only when there is comparison. The person who runs at the front is not leading the way for the people behind?

"Who is this woman with such a strong skill?"

"One move at a time, I have already understood the essence of Huajian School's swordsmanship. She looks younger than Tao Ding."

Everyone was overwhelmed by Mao Wenjing's martial arts.Some young men even looked at Mao Wenjing with admiration.

"Hmph, do you think Tao Ding only has this ability? Wanting to win is simply wishful thinking."

On the side of Raging Fire Gate, Yan Donghua snorted coldly.The Raging Fire Sect disciples on his left and right also had an expression of watching the show.

"Girl, you are so angry, how about asking Tao to calm it down for you?"

Forced back again and again by the long sword, Tao Ding didn't feel flustered. At this moment, he suddenly stepped forward and rushed forward at a faster speed.In the middle of the journey, a fist has already been punched out.

There was a fierce sound of breaking the wind with this punch, and a hot breath erupted, making the already hot air even more terrifying.

The third-rate high-grade boxing technique, Raging Fire Fist.

boom!
The long sword twisted slightly, and Mao Wenjing was thrown into chaos by the sudden punch.

It is also the eighth level of Qi storage, the same third-rate top-grade martial arts, Tao Ding's use is undoubtedly three-pointed, the main reason is that he broke through the realm earlier, and he is one year older than Mao Wenjing.

"Fire and flames."

Tao Ding laughed, and shook his fist violently, and flames rushed out like celestial maidens scattered flowers, burning towards Mao Wenjing from all directions.

"Little brother actually practiced Raging Fire Fist to the point of perfection, which is unexpected."

Zhang Qingfang, the chief disciple of Raging Fire Sect, smiled. He was a little worried about Tao Ding at first, but now he is completely relieved.

Tao Ding attacked one after another, without giving Mao Wenjing any chance to breathe.

Just when everyone thought that Mao Wenjing would be beaten by a wave, they saw her sword move, and Xuanhua swordsmanship suddenly reached a new level.

"Is it also the consummation of transformation?"

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help shouting.

"When will Junior Sister Mao learn from my younger brother and like to hide?"

Xiao Yuanbo heaved a sigh of relief, and couldn't help muttering.

He probably doesn't know yet, but he hits the nail on the head.

No one knew how much Shi Xiaole had stimulated Mao Wenjing.So she compares on the one hand, but on the other hand, she is affected uncontrollably, and even her fighting style has gradually changed.

"Smelly bitch, let's see how many tricks you can persist."

Tao Ding was filled with hatred in his heart, and used the Raging Fire Fist one after another.

Sword light, fist fire, and fierce collisions continued.At the end of the fight, the two figures had completely forgotten everything, and they used killer moves one after another, which made many people's palms sweat.

After hundreds of strokes, Mao Wenjing suddenly raised her shoulders with the help of Li Huo's fist, the hilt of her sword was hit by her shoulder, and she killed Tao Ding at an angle and speed that no one expected.

"what?"

The incident happened suddenly, Tao Ding had never seen such a flexible and weird move before, and he quickly punched him, but he was a step too late, and was cut by the tip of the sword.

However, Tao Ding was also a ruthless person. Regardless of the bleeding wound, he reluctantly punched Mao Wenjing.

boom!
Mao Wenjing stepped back a dozen steps, coughing up a trace of blood from the corner of her mouth.

"You dare to hurt me?"

Tao Ding's face was gloomy, and he let out a loud drink.

He thought it was just a humiliating battle, but Tao Ding never imagined that he would be injured, or at the hands of the Sword Painting School disciples.This is simply a shame.

"It is inevitable that you will be injured in battle. If you refuse to accept it, you can continue."

Mao Wenjing said coldly.

"You two, listen to Yue's persuasion, why not end in a draw?"

Seeing that the momentum was not right, Yue Changzheng spoke up quickly and loudly.

With his status as the leader of Yuntian League, saying this sentence is basically a final decision. Although Tao Ding was unwilling, he did not dare to disobey Yue Changzheng, so he had no choice but to say nothing.

Mao Wenjing even picked up the long sword and walked back to the position of the Sword Painting School.

"Junior Sister, how is your injury?"

Xiao Yuanbo asked repeatedly.

"Second senior brother, don't worry, a slight injury will not get in the way."

Mao Wenjing showed a smile.

Hearing this, Shi Xiaole and the others breathed a sigh of relief.Yu Fangge even praised Mao Wenjing repeatedly, obviously very satisfied with her progress in strength.

Indeed, after this battle, Mao Wenjing's reputation has been completely established.In particular, she was tied with Tao Ding who had just won the title of 'Windcatcher'.

"Who else is in the Sword Painting School, come out for me and compete one by one!"

At this moment, Tao Ding, who was in a hurry to stop the bleeding, yelled loudly in the field. Seeing that his eyes were red and his face was distorted, he had no intention of ending the stage at all.

Tao Ding couldn't accept the fact that he was tied by the disciples of the Sword Painting School, so he secretly decided that he must defeat at least one disciple of the Sword Painting School.

What's more, the elder brother had sent him a sound transmission before, thinking that Mao Wenjing's strength is not weaker than Yuan Qiuwei, and should be the top disciple of the Sword Painting School.

That being the case, what is he afraid of? !

(End of this chapter)