Chapter 540 "Seven more tricks!"

"The Dongfang Family, Dongfang Xiong, please give me advice from all heroes!"

Wearing a snow-like suit, with a heroic figure and neither arrogant nor humble demeanor, Dongfang Xiong's style quickly won the praise of heroes all over the world, including the heads of major sects, they all nodded:

"Yes, the son of the patriarch of the Eastern Family, is said to be young, but his kung fu is already the leader among young people. It seems that the Eastern Family has an outstanding heir."

"Um."

All kinds of wind and words blew up the ring, Dongfang Xiong was still very cold, standing arrogantly in the center of the ring, calmly staring at the joy gradually.

"Is his opponent?" The masters of the six major sects showed surprise and interest.

"happy."

"interesting."

"One is one of the most outstanding disciples of the eight major families, and the other is a disciple of the Murong family. And he is also a person who is highly favored by the heads of the six major sects. This battle is interesting." Huang Yaoshi, who once spoke harsh words, also showed attention at this moment, as if he was quite interested in this battle.

"Rong'er, who do you think these two people can win this battle?" Huang Yaoshi asked his daughter.

"have no idea."

"Dongfang Xiong is from the Dongfang family. The Dongfang family has good sword skills. In addition, this person is young and has good cultivation. He should be a genius; but..." Speaking of this, Huang Rong hesitated for a moment, looking at Ding Ding's happiness standing on the arena, and said: "But the happiness of the Murong family seems a bit unfathomable all the way, with mediocre sword skills, but after understanding the sword intent, he seems very clear about the martial arts of each sect, and can always predict the enemy's initiative and win in a short time... In addition, his palm technique is very clever and powerful, and there is no suspense for people below the Wuwei Realm to face him."

Huang Yaoshi and Guo Jing looked at each other.

The latter's eyes are solemn:

"Rong'er, haven't you noticed that you have a high opinion of happiness yet?"

“…”

"If he really knows our Beggars' Sect's Eighteen Palms, Dongfang Xiong will definitely not be his opponent." Guo Jing said with emotion: "However, according to Master Kong Xiang, Happy began to practice "Emei Nine Yang Gong" and a few months ago, he sought "Shaolin Nine Yang Gong" again. After that, he stayed in the Wudang Sect for some time, and should have left for "Wudang Nine Yang Gong". If he had already practiced the complete "Nine Yang Divine Ability", our Beggars' Sect would pursue "Eighteen Palms of Dragon Subliminating" again, and he would have become a master of Wuming."

"That's right."

Huang Yaoshi rarely showed a solemn look:

"The Nine Yang Divine Arts is a rare unique skill in the world. All the owners are martial arts geniuses. Just now, after only a brief fight, Zhang Wuji was able to understand the charm of the eighteen palms of the Dragon Subduing, and fought with Jing'er, which shows that the Nine Yang Divine Arts is extraordinary."

"Well, with the kindness of happiness to Wudang, "Wudang Nine Yang Gong" should be given up..." Guo Jing said: "Instead of multiple enemies, it is better to turn a blind eye. Besides, Happy has kindness to the six major sects. He should be considered a decent person. As long as he doesn't spread it, we will forget it."

“…”

Huang Rong was a little convinced.

"Wait, let's talk to Kaixin in private, which can be considered a good relationship." Guo Jing saw Huang Rong hesitant and took the initiative to make an idea for her.

...

Standing in front of Dongfang Xiong, happy and calm.

The disciples of the eight major families have all reached the level of Wuwei. Each of them has a very dazzling halo, which seems to be no less than the heads of ordinary sects. However, they have encountered this in their previous life, and some understanding is that the pressure is not that great.

"Please give me advice."

Happy and calm, Dongfang Xiong is even more calm.

As a master of the Wuwei Realm, Dongfang Xiong has long made a certain reputation in the world and has been determined to be the head of the next generation of family. This time, the Dongfang family has high hopes for the Dongfang family to show the reputation of the Dongfang family at the Wuwei Conference!

The Murong family, Miss Murong has extraordinary qualifications...

But he was only listed as one of his opponents, but what surprised him was that a disciple of the Murong family who followed Miss Murong to step in without knowing the depth.

"Ten moves!"

Dongfang Xiong slowly drew his sword and said, "If you can't defeat you within ten moves, I, Dongfang Xiong, will admit defeat." When he spoke, he didn't even look at him happily, and the meaning of contempt was extremely obvious!

As soon as he said that, there were not many people in the viewing table who were upset, but they only frowned slightly. Many people looked at the happy figure and were fortunate to gloat.

A master of Wuwei Realm, against the realm of life and death...

At this martial arts conference, the two are not of the same magnitude!

but.

Happy reply is even more cruel and contemptuous:

"Since that's the case, ten moves will pass. If you go down by yourself, you won't send you." As soon as these words came out, all the martial arts masters were uproar.

Dongfang Xiong finally did not continue to maintain his cold expression. He smiled coldly, and his body was like a willow catkins under his feet. He slowly drifted over in the wind. The long sword fell behind him and floated towards the happiness dozens of meters away, which seemed extremely strange.

Happy remained motionless, looking at each other in place.

Seeing that his body movements did not disrupt the latter's formation, Dongfang Xiong finally showed a hint of surprise on his face:

The rising sun is rising!

Simple move of holding a sword in one hand.

Swish!

The sword arc was round, like a rising sun suddenly rising from the sea. The dazzling red light suddenly bloomed from the long sword, glittering happily and red eyes, as if swept by the rising sun.

In the heat, Happy clearly noticed a sharp cold front that seemed to lock in his body.

No dodge or avoid!

It was not until the moment the sword light approached the door that my body suddenly moved...

Little dragon shape!

Dragon-grabbing style!

Strangely, he twisted his body and drilled into the light.

Next moment!

The light suddenly disappeared.

With a muffled groan, Dongfang Xiong happily flew backwards from the dissipated light, thumping!

Dongfang Xiong took five steps in a row. The moment he stood still, he wiped his face with a handful of red blood, and three shocking blood marks on his face, which hurts with a scorching pain;

Under the arena, everyone showed incredible and solemn expressions.

The indifference on Nangong Ruoshui and Beilie's face disappeared without a trace, replaced by dumbfoundedness and disbelief.

For the first time, the two, together with the disciples of the eight major families, took a deep breath, and for the first time, they looked at the disciple brought by Miss Murong with an extremely solemn expression.

For the first time, they suddenly realized that when saving the six major sects, they probably rely on happiness to not just a trick, but they also showed their outstanding strength.

Step on!

Kaixin was kicked in the chest during the first tough battle with Dongfang Xiong, but the Golden Bell cover resisted most of the damage, and then stepped aside two steps.
Chapter completed!