Chapter two hundred and eighty second martial arts beggar
But Zhang Xiaowu deliberately turned around and said to everyone: "Don't laugh at my ugly walking posture, because most Tartar people walk like this. They were born on the backs of horses, sheeps, and oxen, so that their legs have long legs."
The hip bone was deformed when riding a horse, but because of the
The legs must hold the horse, so it looks like a circle. We Central Plains people are commonly known as bow-legged. Last time I took Miss Tao to visit the Tartar military camp at night, and Miss Tao also disguised herself as a Tartar soldier.
, Miss Tao, can you show us how to walk?"
Tao Zhiruo immediately ran away in anger and ignored the guy.
Wang Xiaojian looked at Lady Poison, then at Zhang Xiaowu, wondering if there was some kind of story between them. Then he saw Zhang Xiaowu hand over a waist knife, and he happily took it.
"Oh! It's very heavy! It's heavier than the waist knife used by the Yamen."
Wang Xiaojian used to be a head catcher and used a waist knife weighing one pound and forty taels. Now he was using a waist knife that weighed two pounds and sixty taels. It took him a while to get used to it. He saw Zhang Xiaowu turning the waist knife in his right hand.
, couldn't help but be very interested, and imitated him to turn the knife, but accidentally dropped it on the ground. He stepped forward very embarrassed and said: "General, how did you do this trick?"
Zhang Xiaowu said: "Nothing else, practice makes perfect. Practice your wrist and arm strength."
Zhu Wushuang happened to come over, her waist sword wrapped with hidden weapons. She was obviously very satisfied with her new hidden weapon. She curled her lips and said: "It's just a chore." The reason why he was selected into the list of twenty people was entirely because
Stole Zhang Xiaowu
Her hairpin made great contributions to the Jianghu people, so Wang Xiao had no choice but to allow her to be included. However, everyone felt that she was useless and wanted to protect her. When they saw her coming, they all laughed and said, "The heroine has become a heroine."
Beggar."
"Even if she is a beggar, I am a good-looking beggar. Unlike you, hehe, a group of evil ghosts reincarnated." Zhu Wushuangya retorted sharply, and the others laughed, liking this little girl very much.
Wang Xiaojian said to Zhang Xiaowu: "I know you are not just a job, but a real person. People say that the devils in Saibei can defeat ten thousand enemies, and the reputation in the army can only be gained by true ability." Zhang Xiaowu was asking for modesty, and Wang Xiaojian said again: "
General, I think it is still early, I wonder if I can ask for advice on the martial arts of the ghost general?"
"Beating children on a rainy day is nothing but leisure." Zhang Xiaowu jumped up, put away the sword with a flick of his wrist, and said with a smile: "Come on, come on, come on, let me try your skills too."
When everyone saw this, they immediately came over. Zhang Xiaowu saw that the meeting hall was not big, so he took everyone to the martial arts field. All the heroes came to the martial arts field. The so-called martial arts field was a flat grassland in the back garden. At that time, Cheng Chu
Here he was almost trampled to death by a horse.
Mang Zhong walked over angrily and said, "Sir, why did you start fighting with them?"
"You don't understand, warriors are always pursuing the peak of martial arts." Zhang Xiaowu grabbed her braid and said with a smile. Seeing how confident he was, Mang Zhong stopped trying to persuade her and followed him with a pout.
Many people from the personal guard camp in the general's mansion came over to watch to see who was stronger between the legendary martial arts hero and the ghost general. Guancheng wanted to give everyone a chance to place bets, but Wu Song was able to kill him with one glance.
I went over and immediately stopped daring.
Wang Xiaojian is the leader of the rebel army and a well-known man in the northern martial arts world. Although his martial arts skills cannot be said to be the best in the north, he is still among the top three. Many people only know the name of the Nine-fingered Beggar, but have never seen his skills. Today
I am lucky enough to see this for the third time in my life. And it makes everyone even more excited.
What is interesting is the martial arts of the ghost general. There are many legends about this man in the Central Plains and Northern Saipei. He was once said to be unpredictable and immortal. But when we met, we found that this man was just a young man in his twenties.
People, although they don’t say it with their mouths, there is inevitably something in their hearts that they are not as famous as meeting each other.
The two took their positions, and then Zhang Xiaowu said: "You are a guest, you can make your move."
Wang Xiaojian held the sword in one hand and made a stance of greeting guests with one sword. This is a common posture in martial arts competitions. However, Zhang Xiaowu had no experience in martial arts. Seeing the flaws in his opponent's body, he frowned and said: "Master Wang, be serious."
Wang Xiaojian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "General, please."
Zhang Xiaowu thought that the other party was giving way to him, so he nodded and said: "Okay, march and fight, no need to be polite, I'm here." After saying that, Zhang Xiaowu rushed forward and pulled out the waist knife with his right hand, and pushed the scabbard with all his strength with his left hand, and the scabbard flew like a meteor.
Wang Xiaojian hurriedly got out of the way, but saw Zhang Xiaowu slashing down with all his strength from top to bottom, and quickly resisted.
"Canglang——"
The two swords struck each other and made a harsh sound. Wang Xiaojian felt a huge force coming and couldn't help but take two steps back. He saw Zhang Xiaowu kicking him and immediately dodged. Zhang Xiaowu was unforgiving and held the waist sword in both hands to slash left and right.
Slashing, the knife was as fast as lightning and invisible, forcing Wang Xiaojian back continuously. His aura was profound, and he felt that someone could block his killing move, and a stronger fighting spirit arose in his heart, so the force of the knife continued to grow stronger.
"hiss--"
Everyone gasped, this is not a martial arts competition, this is a battlefield, this is a fight to the death.
Wang Xiaojian had never encountered such an opponent before. He was in a hurry and could only resist with difficulty. Where could he fight with his moves? He kept retreating to dodge and resist. All his martial arts were useless in the face of strength and speed. Until this moment, he
Only then did he realize that even though Zhang Xiaowu didn't have many moves, he was able to suppress him just by relying on his momentum. Each of Zhang Xiaowu's swords was a killing move that would kill the enemy. As long as he relaxed for even a moment, he would be directly hacked to death by that sword technique.
.
"Dangdangdangdang..."
The light of the sword is like a shadow, and sparks fly everywhere.
Wang Xiaojian was so anxious that he was killed. He retreated and counterattacked, but his counterattack was never as fast as Zhang Xiaowu's sword. He was anxious for a moment. When he saw Zhang Xiaowu suddenly using two swords and then one sword, he breathed a sigh of relief and secretly thought:
"It seems that the other party is out of strength."
Suddenly, Zhang Xiaowu changed his sword move to a sword move, stabbed him horizontally, and shot Wang Xiaojian directly in the eyes. Wang Xiaojian was startled and quickly ducked, raised his sword to block, and barely managed to avoid this move.
Just as Wang Xiaojian was waiting to catch his breath, he saw Zhang Xiaowu approaching him and pressing the two knives together. The sharp blade almost stabbed him in the face. Wang Xiaojian had to hold the knife in both hands to resist, but Zhang Xiaowu suddenly had a short knife in his hand.
, straight to his throat.
Wang Xiaojian, who was like a swimming dragon, could barely dodge the dagger, and took a few steps back in shock. He was surprised when the opponent had a dagger. Just when he was about to counterattack, Zhang Xiaowu rushed forward again, with the dagger in his right hand and the dagger in his left hand.
attack.
"Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang..."
Zhang Xiaowu's long and short sword attacks were continuous, as if there was an endless supply of strength in his body. Wang Xiaojian was unable to defend himself. He was already covered in sweat and his arms were gradually unable to support him.