Chapter 72 The charm of that night (5)

Niu Da approached Junjie step by step, spread his arms and put them apart, blocking all the retreat routes of Junjie. When the two were four feet apart, Junjie suddenly pushed his sword and stabbed it directly into Niu Da's throat. Although it was a wooden sword, it should not be a problem to penetrate the soft throat when the exercise was stabbed.

Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to hit Niu Da's throat, everyone thought that Niu Da would dodge sideways, but unexpectedly, Niu Da did not dodge, and headed up against the tip of the sword, allowing Junjie's wooden sword to stab the throat.

Junjie felt that the wooden sword in his hand was stuck and could not pierce Niu Da's skin at all. In shock, he saw a pair of giant palms grabbing him. Junjie hurriedly shrank his body and retreated his sword. A strong wind blew across his head, and Niu Da's palms also grabbed him empty.

Niu Da roared and his arms were straight up and down and he smashed his head. Junjie turned around and penetrated it out. After turning half a circle, he had already left the range covered by Niu Da's arms, and stabbed Niu Da's back heart with a backhand sword.

Unexpectedly, the tip of the sword poked the powerful suit that Niu Da was wearing, and scraped a white seal on his strong back; Niu Da kicked it, and Junjie took advantage of the rebounding force of the wooden sword to retreat, flashed through this fatal kick, and landed in the distance in a daze.

In just a moment, the two had already fought four moves, and everyone was stunned. Niu Da had obviously mastered external skills such as iron cloth shirts, and even his throat was as hard as iron. Otherwise, even the wooden sword used by Junjie could penetrate the firm armor after being infused with force, let alone the flesh and blood body.

Everyone thought about it flawlessly, Niu Da had turned around and ran towards Junjie quickly, covering Junjie with his fists and feet. Junjie used his flexible body skills and footsteps to move in the shadows of his fists and legs, and he was like a small boat pounding and undulating in the stormy waves. If he was not careful, he would be at risk of subversion.

Junjie seemed to be so casual that Niu Da couldn't touch his body, but in fact he was secretly complaining in his heart.

He had no doubt that once he was hit by any punch or leg, he would inevitably be injured and retreated. Niu Da's external skills were superb, and he paid attention to melee combat. It was unrealistic to try to knock him down with three punches and two kicks. He could only drag him down, but if this situation continued, who would drag him down, maybe who would drag him down.

Helplessly, Junjie cheered up and tried his best to deal with Niu Da's attack like a storm. The situation became more and more dangerous. Junjie was almost swept by Niu Da's giant legs several times. There were also buzzing discussions in the crowd, and Wang Xun's face was even more gloomy, and the fat face was full of ruthlessness. It was obvious that he had no intention of letting Niu Da go.

Han Mu was also very anxious. He really didn't have a deep understanding of martial arts. Although he was diligent in martial arts, he knew very little about the characteristics and weaknesses of various sects. If he could use the second level of Qingxin Art on the court, he might be able to crack it. However, Junjie did not have his understanding and could not practice it, so he felt quite powerless.

Su Hongling beside her suddenly said, "The source of force seems to be the strongest, but it is actually the weakest."

Such a mindless word turned a deaf ear to everyone who was watching nervously, but it was a revelation to Han Mu and Junjie.

Junjie was so smart that he immediately understood the truth of this sentence. He carefully observed Niu Da's movements. Niu Da's punch was about to hit him, and his shoulder blade moved slightly. Junjie slapped the sword edge over the wooden sword and slapped Niu Da's shoulders very quickly and quickly. Niu Da's shoulders were numb, and it seemed to be a steel whip. This punch completely lost its strength and hit it crookedly. He roared and raised his foot and swept it. Junjie sank the hilt of the sword sinks and turned around and rotated half a circle. With the momentum of turning, the hilt of the sword hit Niu Da's leg hips. Niu Da's legs almost fell down.

After two achievements, Junjie was greatly inspired, but he saw the wooden sword flying up and down, and whipping flat on various joints of Niu Da. The Niu roared repeatedly, but he no longer had the majesty in front of him.

After dozens of moves, the joints of the whole body were almost dispersed, and they were covered in purple and blood everywhere, and they were extremely embarrassed. With a long roar, Junjie jumped up and passed over Niu Da's head, and slapped Niu Da's head and neck with a backhand. Niu Da turned around and fell to the ground, and could no longer get up.

Everyone was quiet for a while, and the sound of colorful sounds was like thunder. Sima Yi ordered the guards beside him to enjoy a glass of wine, and each of them gave him five thousand coins. Junjie took the wine and drank it all, and put the five thousand coins in his arms. After saluting Sima Yi, he saluted everyone and returned to his position with a graceful look. Wang Xun had a blue face and asked someone to carry Niu Da down the red carpet and put it aside to rest. The five thousand coins were thrown around Niu Da who was lying on the ground like a dead dog.

Wang Xun lost all face and was a sure win, but why did he become so embarrassed and defeated? He cursed Niu Da in his stomach, but on the surface he laughed and raised his glass to congratulate Han Mu.

Everyone was frothing and talking about the exciting part of the competition just now. Suddenly, someone walked out of Wang Xun. The man wore a blue shirt and looked calm. He slowly walked up to the middle of the red carpet to salute Sima Yi and said, "Dong Tianyang, the general under Wang Duwei, today's Dragon Boat Festival, good things will come together. I will also show you the ugliness to you and earn some money and flowers from the emperor."

This man's gentle words and calm demeanor give people a good impression. Moreover, in his words, this competition is a matter of adapting to the situation and has nothing to do with the face of both parties. It invisibly makes people feel that he is open-minded and has a sudden impression of his favor.

Sima Yi also took the initiative today, made up his mind and accepted it: "You can play whatever you want. Anyway, I'm just responsible for giving some rewards and watching the excitement." So he said: "Would General Dong want to perform alone or find someone to practice?"

Dong Tianyang clasped his fists at Han Mu and said, "I have been admiring you for a long time. Today's opportunity is rare, so don't refuse."

Han Muxin said, "What should come will come. I want to be stable and I can't agree if others don't agree." He immediately reached out to stop Su Hongling, who wanted to fight for him, got up, came to the middle of the red carpet and said, "Brother Dong is kind, Han Mu dares not obey his orders."

When Dong Tianyang saw that Han Mu seemed young, but the sophistication and confidence in his eyes were absolutely inconsistent with his appearance, he couldn't help but feel respect. He actually didn't want to show up at this banquet to challenge Han Mu, but Wang Xun ordered that he was under the roof, so he had to do so. If not, he would have wanted to make friends with this majestic young man.

Dong Tianyang sighed secretly, calmed down his mood, and clasped his fists at Han Mu without saying much.

The guards on the side hurriedly sent two wooden swords. Dong Tianyang carefully selected one, held the sword in his hand and pointed it diagonally on the ground, looking at Han Mu. As soon as the sword was started, Dong Tianyang's entire aura suddenly became sharp, as if the wooden sword had melted into a part of his body.

Han Mu's heart was thrilled and his expression became solemn. The momentum of the man opposite reminded him of the terrifying feeling of facing the black-clothed assassin that night in Linshuiju. If the man in front of him had not called himself Dong Tianyang and Su Hongling said that the assassin that night was called Zhang Xihua, he would have almost thought that this man was the black-clothed person that night.
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