Chapter 583 Mangshan warriors, the bead of Xianbei
The decision is made, and the winner is decided.
Zen Master Lingzhen announced the result of the contest and nodded to the Yingwu army guards. The guards took away their halberds, let the Silla followers come on stage, and lifted up Jin Zhiwen, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth.
Yu Zhile dusted off the dust on his body, picked it up left and right, picked up the weapons that were still in good condition or had been repaired by Shang Ke, put them into a silk cloth bag, and put them on his shoulders. Then he walked off the stage with an indifferent expression, as if he was facing the talent. I don't care about winning.
Next came several consecutive competitions.
Not every battle is evenly matched. In fact, most of them are on the stage, which looks simple, crude, and boring. The one with stronger martial arts skills often knocks the weaker one to the ground after three moves and two moves. It is not unusual for people to die from severe injuries.
Those who lose again and again often do not even have time to admit defeat and beg for mercy before they fall on the table. The blood spreads toward the dark red flames from the back of the head and down the body, expanding into irregular shapes.
What's more, as soon as the battle started, his opponent's head was smashed with a hammer. He didn't even cry out in pain, but fell to death... Some were speechless, helpless, cruel, or tragic in each victory or defeat. , all accompanied by the triumphant excitement of the victor, and the sad ending of the defeated. Just like the trees under the scorching sun, half of them are bright and colorful, and half of them are gray shadows.
In these rivers and lakes, there is light and shadow, there is light and darkness, there is violence and peace, there are dirty deeds, there is glory and there is death. As people in the rivers and lakes, people would rather follow the rules of success and failure, but show mercy to others. , often sneer at it...
Yang Chaoxi watched several competitions in a row and fell into deep thought for a while. Everyone around him and behind him also had their own opinions. However, most of them were gloating about the misfortune, but only a few felt the same way.
Chengying Sword lay quietly in the ebony sword case. The sword case was lying across his knees. It was quite heavy, but it also suppressed the thoughts in his mind.
At this moment, someone tapped him on the shoulder, waking him up from his deep thoughts. He turned around and saw that it was Fang Qidou: "Junior brother Yang, it's your turn!"
Yang Zhaoxi immediately stood up, put the sword case behind him, and shook off all the random thoughts in his mind. Holding the feather arrow in his left hand, he walked slowly to the Yingwu Army guards and the Xiangshan Temple monks, and reported his family status as usual: "I'm in Xia Mang Yang Chaoxi, a mountain warrior, has a Taoist name of Chong Lingzi. He has no official temples and only travels around Luoyang. He is good at fists and feet, and is the best at using swords. I wonder if there are any officials or Zen masters who have anything else to ask. ?”
Among these heroic military guards, one of them followed Yuan Zhongwu to intercept the Zoroastrian saint, and he recognized Yang Chaoxi's identity. He pointed to the sword box behind him and said with an unkind expression: "What is hidden in this box?" ? Let’s take a look at it first to see if it’s some kind of mechanical secret box!”
Yang Chaoxi knew the rules of physical examination and did not doubt that he was there. He immediately took off the sword box and handed it to the guard, saying: "It only contains a good sword, and there is nothing else included."
The moment the guard took the sword box, his arms felt heavy, and he quickly tightened it tightly, almost breaking his waist. Another guard hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and opened the sword box with him, and immediately saw a It is a bronze sword with a straight handle and a bright green color.
The two guards were greedy, but they didn't find any hidden weapons. They looked at each other in confusion. But Zen Master Lingzhen had already stepped forward. His eyes were attracted by the bronze sword. After looking at it for a long time, he raised his head and said:
"The poor monk happened to recognize Yang Shaoxia's sword. He must have gotten it from the palace envoy. It will be no problem to compete on the stage today. But after the 'Shendu Martial Arts Conference', I hope Yang Shaoxia can return this sword to its original owner."
However, a few days ago, in order to save Liu Xiaomu from trouble, Yang Chaoxi actually fought with Zen Master Lingzhen and five other monks and two nuns outside the Mingde Palace in Shendu Garden. Therefore, it was expected that Zen Master Lingzhen was not happy when he saw him.
It's just that such a request is a bit nosy.
Yang Chaoxi's pupils shrank suddenly when he heard this, and he raised his eyes slightly and said, "If I don't pay you back, what will happen to the Zen Master?"
Zen Master Lingzhen's eyes flashed, but he soon became indifferent: "The poor monk just suggested it! If Yang Shaoxia refuses, who dares to force it?" After saying that, he looked at the Yingwu Army Guards and the Xiangshan Temple monk and said, "Young Shaoxia's martial arts skills
He is both strong and upright, so there is no need to check his body, just invite him to the stage!"
Yang Zhaoxi then took back the sword case, buckled it, and went straight up to the square platform. At the same time, an eight-foot-long man with a narrow face, narrow forehead, small eyes and hooked nose, and pale skin came to the gate. In his right hand, he was leaning on a stick two feet long.
He is tall, has sparse beard and beard, and has a solemn expression, which is awe-inspiring and should not be lightly offended.
However, the shape of the long spear is quite different from that of the horses in the Sheng Dynasty army. The pole is less than nine feet, but the head is more than three feet. It is a black-tipped spear used by the Xianbei infantry. It evolved into the Sheng Dynasty, and the shape and forging method
Most of them have been lost, but it is expected that the handle in this man's hand was inherited from his ancestors.
As expected, the man smashed the black straw to the ground, handed over the feathered arrow, and said: "I, Dugu Yue, am a Xianbei villager. All my martial arts skills were taught by my father. The only thing I am good at is this long spear."
Having said that, he took the initiative to take off his robe and asked the Yingwu army guards to inspect him.
Zen Master Lingzhen saw that Dugu Yue behaved calmly, neither humble nor arrogant. Knowing that he was a thunderous man, he immediately waved his hand to stop the heroic soldiers and said: "It is not easy for Dugu's descendants to spread the attack, and they are accustomed to using long soldiers, so there is no need to search."
When Duguyue saw that the Yingwu army guards and Xiangshan Temple monks all got out of the way, he clasped his hands in a salute to Zen Master Lingzhen and walked onto the trestle.
Among the heroes, only the Mulan Guards and others all whispered to each other and couldn't contain their excitement after seeing this person. Some talked about his appearance and style, some speculated on his identity and inheritance, and some lamented the passage of time... all kinds of things.
Dugu Yue turned a deaf ear. When he walked to the Sifang Platform, he first saluted Yang Chaoxi and said, "Young Master Yang! My Dugu family has been in decline since the end of the Sui Dynasty for more than a hundred years! In order to revive the family today, I must borrow the help of Young Master.
It is called a ladder to climb the sky and a stepping stone to achieve great things. Wherever you offend, hope that the ocean will forgive you!"
Yang Chaoxi clasped her fists and smiled: "Easy to say, easy to say!" But he didn't agree in his heart: Who of the people on stage today is not stepping on other people's names and reputations to become famous all over the world?
Outside the campus, Liu Carpenter, who was guarding the firewood pole, had already turned his eyes to this side. He nodded slightly when he looked at Yang Chaoxi, but when he looked at Dugu Yue, his expression was complicated. Opposite him, Su Juanjuan, the "Three Colorful Silk Girls", saw him
This is also very confusing.
Duguyue finished his polite words, but he was not in a hurry to make a move. After Yang Zhaoxi took out the Chengying Sword and placed the sword box at the exit of the plank road, he straightened up the black plum tree and said with a proud smile:
"Yang Shaoxia, this ancient sword is very impressive when you look at it. It matches your heroic spirit! However, the long spear in my hand, named 'Hanbei', is also very powerful, so I may not be afraid of your ancient sword. Let's fight later.
, you will know.”
Yang Chaoxi was impatient at first and felt that this man was really verbose. Suddenly he heard that the coldly shining long soldier was called "Hanbei", so he asked casually: "The name is quite unique, I don't know how to explain it?"
Duguyue seemed to have been scratched, and he immediately sighed and slowly chanted:
“The road to life is hastened by power, but the road to death is long by worry.
Go abroad with a grudge, and enter a ghost town with sorrow.
If the tunnel door is closed for a while, the quiet courtyard will not be restored.
The birds sing in the green pines, and the poplars blow in the sad wind.
In the past, I heard about the suffering of death, so why should I say that I deserve it?"
Yang Chaoxi suddenly realized: "It turns out to be this poem on the death bed of Emperor Xiaozhuang of the Wei Dynasty, Yuan Ziyou. I think the Dugu family has never forgotten the hatred of destroying the country for more than a hundred years!"
"He who knows me is a young hero!"
Duguyue felt sad in his heart, his eyes were blazing, and he immediately praised him. Then he suddenly changed the topic and said solemnly, "Competing on the same stage, death and injury are inevitable! If you accidentally take the life of the young hero, don't blame me! Look!
trick!"
After saying that, the long tree vibrated and rushed towards me like a dragon or a dragon!
"It's too early to talk like this!"
Yang Zhaoxi was also unambiguous. He walked with the Chengying Sword, faced the edge, and used a regular "Gongsun Sword Technique". The sword was struck straight and curved, making no sound.
Click to open.
"Ding!"
The Chengying Sword, which was as sharp as clay, did not injure the long tree at all. There was only a sound like the sound of a chime being struck, which spread from the stage, making people feel refreshed.
Duguyue missed the first blow, drew the pole and attacked again. Instead, he stirred up the long stick and made three feints. When the Chengying sword came towards the stick, he stepped to the left and immediately took the photo of Yang Chaoxi's bun.
Yang Chaoxi saw a bow that was more than three feet long and two inches wide pressing down on his head, and there was even a "buzzing" sound from the bowstring. He did not dare to ignore it. He immediately raised his sword and opened it, and at the same time turned sideways and stole out.
With his left hand, he slapped the stick under Chang Yan’s mouth!
Hearing a crisp "snap" sound, Dugu Yue's tiger's mouth was slightly numb, and he was secretly shocked: This Young Master Yang's skills are so handsome! With just a light palm, it was like a huge stone hitting the pole. Either the inner breath was strong, or the
Extraordinary physical strength.
Duguyue's thoughts flashed across his mind, and the long branch had already been lifted up. Then it spun around in mid-air and swept towards Yang Chaoxi's lower body. Its power was like wind, followed by a scream! Its speed was like lightning, followed by thunder!
Yang Chaoxi's heart sank slightly, and he immediately saw that what Duguyue was practicing was Shimen Gangqi, and had been practicing for several years. With the blessing on Changshan, it seemed like a tiger with wings, and its power was much greater. Thinking about it,
It was his "wind-catching hand" just now, which inadvertently brought the power of the "Thousand Buddha Palm", which made Dugu Yue feel on guard. He immediately took corresponding measures to avoid being at a disadvantage.
The head of the spear was about to burst out, its edge slightly glowing with golden light. It was Yang Chaoxi's knees that were taken.
Yang Chaoxi filled his feet with energy and used the light skill of "crossing the river with a reed". He immediately pulled away and flew back. At the same time, he raised his long sword and chopped it head-on.
Then there was a loud "dang" sound, and the Yingying Sword and the head of the sword hit each other hard, and two dense clouds of sparks flew out. The heroes in the audience were trembling with fear.
It was almost dusk. Clouds were layered and the clouds were colorful.
The slanting sun faded behind the Longmen West Mountain early in the morning, leaving only a large swath of orange light on the zigzag and blurry peak lines.
Looking against the light, the large and small Buddhist caves are like hives crowded together. The small niches are dark, and the large niches are foggy, and it is almost impossible to see the facial features of the Buddhas. Only the big Buddha Lusena has a kind face and a solemn Dharma, sitting down.
Sitting there, facing all sentient beings, I don’t know what I’m thinking about.
Yang Chaoxi swung open the long sword with a sword, and felt a slight soreness in his wrist. He knew that it was because the long sword was heavy and heavy, and it was not because of his own physical weakness.
Immediately, I didn't dare to hold back anymore. The two qi in the body surged, flowing along the small Zhoutian, and were carried out one after another, pouring into the limbs and bones. The feet became lighter and lighter, the arms became more nimble, and the double blades of the long sword were raised.
, there was also a faint white light. Then without any fancy, it suddenly burst out and stabbed Duguyue in the chest!
"Tsk——" Dugu Yue quickly dodged sideways, and the stick turned out, hitting the spine of the sword. However, the long sword had already penetrated the robe, and at this time, he was pushed by the stick, and the robe was immediately cut open, leaving behind
A gap more than half a foot long.
"What a skillful swordsmanship! I almost got hit..."
Thoughts flashed through Dugu Yue's mind, causing him to break into a cold sweat. When he struck again, he swung his long sword left and right to protect his vitals, trying to force the Shadow Sword away from Yang Chaoxi's hand as much as possible to prevent him from getting close.
Yang Chaoxi couldn't help feeling itchy when she saw that his moves were shrinking and he was switching from offense to defense, as if he had set up a huge turtle shell, making it difficult for him to attack.
The Chengying Sword in his hand started with the "Gongsun Sword Technique", and soon changed to the "Chunxi Three Sword Techniques", and then changed to the "Wuwei Sword Technique"... After dozens of moves, he failed to break the defense!
Just when he handed the sword to his left hand and was about to use the swordsmanship he had learned again, he finally saw an empty door exposed at Dugu Yue's left foot. Without any hesitation, he threw the long sword out of his hand, intending to kill him.
But there was a soft "crack" sound, and a long branch came diagonally, sealing the empty door just in time. The Yingying Sword whirled in an arc, flew past, and struck the branch, instantly killing the strong and tough man.
The pole was cut into two pieces!
One section is eight feet long, which is more than enough to be used as an eyebrow-leveling stick. The other section is not more than a foot long and is connected to the head. It is thought to be a strange-looking long sword.
However, the momentum of the long sword continued, and it flew more than ten feet away before sinking into the table with a "pop" sound.
Dugu Yue frowned slightly, feeling very unhappy. However, after only half a breath, he decisively picked up his palm, made a sword flower, and struck Yang Chaoxi again.
Yang Zhaoxi also made a leap, picked up the long sword, turned around to defend himself. He couldn't help but said in surprise: