Tongluo Huiqisi patted her magnificent chest, pulled out the wolf fang short blade, and finally felt relieved.
Zeng Xiaoli's strong body had floated up from the water. After a few flutters, he hugged a huge tree as thick as a human waist and shouted at the top of his lungs: "You are a naughty woman! You are a bastard! You are cheating... Ahem! You have the guts."
Fight me for another three hundred rounds! Cough cough cough..."
Two warrior monks arrived in a boat and wanted to take Zeng Xiaoli ashore, but she was furious and slapped her hand on the side of the boat, almost knocking the boat over.
The disciples of the Yehe Sect who were watching on the shore were all angry and filled with righteous indignation. "Hulala" immediately surrounded the Tongluo warriors of the Huihe Khanate, demanding justice. The Tongluo warriors also showed no cowardice.
Under the leadership of the leader, Tongluo Absi, they all drew out their machetes and daggers, held them in front of them, and burst out a string of "Urul, Gut," Huihe words from their mouths, presumably to greet each other's relatives.
When the two sides were at war, Zen Master Lingzhen led the monks diagonally across to separate the two parties. His voice was like a bell: "Calm down your anger! Come to the stage to compete, each showing his ability. I am willing to admit defeat! How can I accept defeat because of this?
When you are defeated for a moment, you will fight with swords? Not only will you lose the contest, but you will also lose the sect's dignity, and it will only make you a laughing stock!"
While talking, the monks had divided into two columns, and the eyebrow-level sticks were set up again to form two human-shaped fences to prevent the two parties from making excessive moves and causing the commotion to get out of hand.
The anger on both sides subsided slightly, and Tongluo Huiqisi had returned to the Tongluo warriors with her falcon feather scimitar. Looking at Zeng Xiaoli who had fallen into the water, he actually used his hands and feet to climb back to the square platform along the huge tree.
, lying on his back, wailing loudly. He cried until his heart was broken, and the wind was hidden by the clouds. Even when everyone under the Changxuan saw it, they couldn't help but bow their heads and smile.
In the end, the Yehe Sect couldn't stand the urging of everyone and sent four disciples to the stage. Each of them raised his hands and feet to lift Zeng Xiaoli down.
Zen Master Lingzhen wiped the hot sweat from his forehead, returned to the camp gate and said: "Amitabha——! Now, please invite the two knights with the serial number '2' to compete on the stage!"
Before he finished speaking, a man in a black robe with a round collar jumped out impatiently. The man was less than six feet long, with slightly round legs, high cheekbones, thin ears, and narrow eyes and beards. Although he was a junior official in China,
Although he was wearing a uniform, he was carrying a narrow iron sword on his waist, giving him an arrogant appearance.
The man held up his feathered arrow, very proud. He took three steps and two steps at a time. He ran to the heroic soldier first and wanted to inspect the feathered arrow. Unexpectedly, the heroic soldier was very impatient and pushed him away with a chest. You are not polite.
Said: "Why are you so anxious! Your opponent has not arrived yet, so why are you in such a hurry to reincarnate?!"
The man was very angry when he heard what he said, and he suddenly started chirping like a bird. It seemed like he was defending or questioning, but no one paid him any attention.
Hearing this, a warrior monk raised a teasing look on his lips: "Japanese?"
The man's eyes narrowed, he nodded repeatedly, and said somewhat proudly: "Hey! I am the brother-in-law of Jibei Zhenxiong, the envoy sent to Tang Dynasty from Japan, and I am the real swordsman of Jibei! I have been practicing swordsmanship for thirty years, and I am the best at it."
"Chrysanthemum Cutting Sword Technique', I sincerely hope to discuss it with the kings of the Middle Earth!"
Kibi Shinken's words were very stiff, like bouncing beans, and his tone was missing a few points, which made him laugh. Yang Zhaoxi and a few acquaintances were laughing so hard that they couldn't even sit cross-legged.
At this time, a majestic man separated from the crowd and stepped out. Although he did not do it deliberately, he had a scornful attitude. The man was eight feet long, with well-proportioned muscles and a strong physique. He was dressed in a strong suit and had a waist.
The cowhide copper rings and belts in the middle are intimidating. The most eye-catching thing is the copper ornaments on the sword in his hand, the handle, the sheath, the guard ring, etc. They are quite different from those obtained by ordinary wanderers, either robbed or privately forged.
It seems to be a forbidden object.
This man's mind was extremely sharp, and he immediately saw doubts and desires in the eyes of all the knights. He immediately flicked his thumb on the sword, but heard a crisp "swish" sound, half of the dazzling blade, and swallowed with disdain.
, displayed in front of everyone.
When Kibi Sword saw it, his eyes almost dropped, and he did not hide his greed: "Good sword! Good sword! There is a saying in China that 'a sword is given to a hero'. If I am lucky enough to defeat you, can I give you this sword?"
I?"
The man glanced sideways and sneered: "Japanese slaves, there is an old saying in China: 'The sword is with the man, but the man with the sword is dead.' If you want the sword in my general's hand, you can get it based on your ability. If you can kill me, I will."
, the sword is yours, but if you are not good at it, this sword will send you on your way!"
"Oh~~! Shinitama, thank you Sama!!"
Kibi Sword immediately became furious and uttered a curse word. The narrow sword from his waist was pulled out, but it was an iron bar less than three feet long and only one inch wide. The front end was ground into a sword tip, and thin blades were cut out on both sides. What do you think?
They all give people a rough and shoddy feel.
"Pfft!"
"Hahaha!"
"Hey Hey……"
"Uh-huh... No, my stomach hurts from laughing!"
Yang Chaoxi and the other knights were sitting alone, preparing to watch a good show. At this time, they were all swaying with laughter, and some were pointing at the iron bars in the hands of Kibi Zhen's sword, laughing to the point of tears.
The man couldn't help but sneered: "Master Kibi! Do you Japanese people call this a sword? It looks very similar to the fire sticks we Han people cook... Haha!"
"Seniors can be killed, but not humiliated!"
Kibi Sword's face turned red, and he could no longer hold back. He held the sword with both hands and struck at the man's head. "The glory of our Japanese warriors cannot be slandered!"
"Bah!" Zen Master Lingzhen on the side could no longer look at it. He waved his sleeves and immediately hit the side of the iron bar, swinging it away. Then he clasped his hands together and said solemnly: "If you two want to take action, we will come on stage later.
But! Why are you so impatient?"
As he spoke, he looked at the Yingwu army guards and Xiangshan Temple monks, and said in a deep voice, "Check the arrows, verify your identity, and then let the two knights take the stage!"
The man was tall and had long arms. He raised his hand and handed over the feathered arrow. The Yingwu army guard took it and took a look. Sure enough, on the arrow shaft close to the arrowhead, there was a small "二" painted with cinnabar. Another guard
He also took the feather arrow in the hand of Kibi Ma's sword, but the preface "二" was scrawled in ink on the arrow shaft, which was indeed genuine.
A warrior monk then said to the man in a routine manner: "What is your name, your sect, and the weapons you are good at? You must tell the truth. You must not hide it."
The man folded his arms on his chest and said with a calm smile: "My general, Xu Shixun, was born in the military. He once served in Zhan Shifu, and was promoted to the rank of captain of the right prison gate. He is good at weapons! He is a man who has been with me for many years.
knife."
The two checked their identities and immediately came to the Sifang stage.
Xu Shixun was just about to clasp his fists and salute according to the rules of the world, but he saw that the Kibi Zhenjian could not hold back long ago and rushed towards him dragging the iron sword! He bared his teeth, glared fiercely, and uttered an indistinguishable sound from his mouth.
Roar.
"Ta! Ta-ta!" The two men's swords intersected, but there was a sound of metal and stone clashing.
There were many swordsmen and swordsmen watching, and they could tell the pros and cons of the two men's swords: the sword in Xu Shixun's hand was straight and straight, the sound was clear, the back of the sword was hard and hard to shake, and the blade had better toughness. It was made of fine iron.
Made by a famous craftsman, it sounds like a chime when struck. After several cuts with an iron bar sword, the edge remains intact.
On the other hand, the iron bar sword in Kibi Masaki's hands was made of impure iron, so the blade was quite thick to offset the flaw of being hard, brittle and easily broken. However, in this way, the sword lost its flexibility and lightness, and instead became like a stick.
The hard iron bar has no shape even if it has a sharp edge.
After a dozen or so moves, Kibi's sword lost its unscrupulous ferociousness and began to flinch when making moves. Several gaps appeared on the iron blade of the sword, like an iron saw in the hands of a carpenter.
Xu Shixun passed the moves casually, effortlessly, and had already tested the depth of this Kibi sword:
The so-called "Chrysanthemum Cutting Sword Technique" is just an arty name with a nice name! The sword moves are all about slashing and slashing with pure force, without any lightness. The stabbing is not like stabbing, but like a fire stick.
The thrust was very clumsy; it was out of place, like an anvil and a pestle, and there was no order at all. The reason why he was not defeated immediately was because he relied on a momentum of only attacking but not defending, and not fearing death.
Some people are just shy of throwing things at rats.
Seeing this, Xu Shixun immediately lost interest in fighting. If he wanted to defeat this Japanese warrior, he only needed to put in a little more strength and use a few simplified "Ye-Zhan Sword Techniques" to defeat him completely.
But the Japanese warrior Kibi Maken doesn't think so. He also said that he and the person in front of him are evenly matched. He just needs to be braver to find the flaw and kill him in one fell swoop. As for the shining sword, it is his
The spoils of the competition...if God doesn't take it, you will be blamed for it!
When he thought of this, Ji Bei's true sword became more courageous, and he swung the iron bar sword and struck directly at Xu Shixun's face.
Xu Shixun was not angry but smiled: "Master Ji Bei! It's important for people to know themselves. How can't you see that I am making concessions in every situation after just ten moves? China is a friendly neighbor to Japan, and I will stay here.
I’ll give you some dignity, but you’re going to make the mistake of wanting to win Long Wangshu!”
"What a joke! We, the Japanese warriors, have come all the way here and are not afraid of huge waves thousands of feet high and thousands of miles of waves. Why do we need Your Excellency to give in? We will be defeated and the only dead ear! Your words and actions are the biggest blow to our Japanese warriors.
Contempt!!”
Hearing this, Kibi Shinken immediately jumped to his feet and became furious. He made a few false strikes with the iron bar sword in his hand, and immediately stabbed Xu Shixun in the lower abdomen. His footwork was also fast, but his attack was stiff and there was no room for change. It was quite "complete in one battle"
momentum.
Xu Shixun felt a bit of respect in his heart when he saw that the Japanese had such bloody nature. He immediately suppressed his smile, turned the sword horizontally in his hand, and used the "Starry Lottery" move. The sword's light suddenly shattered into a point of light, and it pointed towards Kibi's real sword.
Cover it with both arms. If you don't want to be hit by the Kibi Sword, you must withdraw the sword and retreat to defend, and then try to advance.
Unexpectedly, Kibi's real sword was also very tough. His moves did not change at all and he continued to attack Xu Shixun.
However, the iron bar sword ended up being a few inches too short. When the tip of the sword came within three inches of Xu Shixun's body, it was stopped by his sword. In less than half a breath, the blade slashed five times on Kibi Maken's forearm.
The six bloody mouths did not penetrate deeply into the flesh, but they caused burning pain. Even the Kibi Sword and the face of a locust were twisted in pain.
Despite this, Kibi Shinken did not let go of his sword. Instead, he quickly took a few steps back and shouted with a gloomy face: "You princes from the Middle Earth, you are so cunning! You don't dare to fight with our Japanese warriors with real swords."
, then use the blinding magic method!"
When Xu Shixun heard this, he drew his horizontal sword and said in confusion: "Master Ji Bei! Where did I use the blinding magic to make you so angry and difficult to calm down?"
"The magic is the magic! How dare you quibble?!"
Kibi Sword glared narrowly, and then said angrily, "The sword you just swung back and forth attracted a lot of sunlight and reflected it in my eyes. I can't see anything, how can I fight you? This is not the case.
Sorcery, what is it!"
Xu Shixun couldn't laugh or cry: "Master Ji Bei! All things are divided into yin and yang, and moves have false and true points. That move of 'Stars and Stripes' just now is 70% false and 30% true. You can't tell the difference yourself, so you blame me. It's really unreasonable.
!Hahaha!"
Kibi Sword was gasping for breath, and the hatred on his face became even stronger. Suddenly he shouted loudly, rushed forward, and hit the sword in Xu Shixun's hand with a headbutt!
Xu Shixun was startled. He never expected that the Japanese would suddenly lose his mind and try to fight him with Tian Ling Gai. So he suddenly and instinctively avoided him with his knife, not wanting him to open his head and pulverize his body again.
Splash all over yourself.
Unexpectedly, the madness of Ji Bi Zhenjian was fake, but the cheating was real! Just when Xu Shixun pulled away to dodge, Ji Bi Zhen sword suddenly raised his head, with a sinister smile on his face, and a palm-sized white package appeared on his left hand.
Then he slapped Xu Shixun’s face in front of him!
Xu Shixun's heart sank, but he reacted quickly. The horizontal knife turned from his wrist and slashed towards the white package.
"Puff——"
The package was split into two, and a lot of powder as fine as flour exploded, hitting Xu Shixun's head and face. Xu Shixun felt his mouth and nose burning, and his eyes were in severe pain. He immediately understood what this was, and finally said angrily:
"The Japanese slaves are despicable! You are a bastard! You have resorted to such despicable methods as birthing lime! If I don't kill you here today, I will not be worthy of being a man of the Han family!"
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