I had known that this little kid named Xie Ke was very talented in archery, so although he had not taken Xie Ke very seriously, Wei Wentong had always been wary of Xie Ke's bows and arrows.
At this moment, seeing Xie Ke's shoulders swaying and black light bursting out in front of him, Wei Wentong subconsciously made a move to block it with a knife.
Just as he held the knife horizontally in front of him, Wei Wentong heard a crisp sound of "dang" in his ears, and then a strong force came. Wei Wentong only felt that the golden-backed machete in his hand shook backwards, and he was knocked back.
It moved back three inches and almost hit Wei Wentong's chest.
"What a guy! What a powerful arrow!"
His heart trembled with excitement, and Wei Wentong felt that his back was instantly wet!
"If I, Old Wei, hadn't been fully prepared, reacted quickly enough, and the blade of this knife was wide enough, I'm afraid I would have fallen here right now!"
Before Wei Wentong could finish his thoughts, the cold light in front of his eyes skyrocketed again, and a golden spear shot through the air and stabbed straight into Wei Wentong's face!
"Well done!"
With a cry in his heart, Wei Wentong raised his arms fiercely, and the golden mountain knife in his hand seemed to be equipped with a spring, and shot straight up, towards the golden gun.
There was an exchange of swords and guns, but after hearing a muffled "bang", a long series of sparks burst out in the air.
After the blow, the two horses passed each other in the wrong stirrups. When they turned back again, Wei Wentong had already put away his contempt and began to look at the little baby opponent in front of him attentively.
"This little kid's archery skills are very good! His martial arts skills are just okay! The most important thing is that this little kid is only ten years old! What if he grows up to be an adult? If he is trained by a famous teacher, maybe he can
There is no way he can surpass me, Wei Wentong!"
"This kind of person must not be allowed to grow up! Otherwise, there will be no place for me, Wei Wentong, to hang out in this Sui Dynasty!"
At the thought of this, Wei Wentong's murderous intent suddenly increased, and his eyes were filled with cold light.
The little guy Xie Ke on the opposite side saw that the arrow he had planned for a long time and was sure to win was blocked, and the shot that followed failed to make any impact. He couldn't help but secretly complained, thinking, "How can this monster react so quickly?
Moreover, he is too strong?"
It turns out that just after the fight, little guy Xie Ke was already shaken to pieces, his arms were numb, and now he couldn't even hold the gun firmly!
This is true, Xie Ke is not known for his strength to begin with, and since he is still underage and encounters a heavyweight opponent like Wei Wentong, it is inevitable that he will suffer a loss in a head-on confrontation!
His arms swayed slightly, while his inner breath was secretly flowing. Within a moment, Xie Ke's hands had regained consciousness.
At this time, Wei Wentong had already urged his horse and wielded his sword again, and went straight to kill Xie Ke.
Seeing that the distance was only more than ten feet away, Xie Ke quickly shook his Golden Crow Spear and urged his horse to meet him.
After suffering a loss, Xie Ke had a plan in his mind. He danced the golden crow gun in his hand up and down, shining golden light, and attacked with every move, keeping the gun close to the vital point.
And whenever Wei Wentong waved his sword to block, Xie Ke immediately changed his moves, moving left and right, appearing and disappearing.
After fighting like this for more than ten rounds, Wei Wentong on the other side had roughly figured out Xie Ke's strategy!
It turns out that this guy is not strong enough and is playing tricks on me, Old Wei!
This is easy to do!
With a calculation in his mind, Wei Wentong quickly changed his fighting method and began to play attack versus chop with Xie Ke!
He had already received guidance from famous teachers, and Wei Wentong himself had put in a lot of hard work. Now that he had found the right method, Xie Ke immediately began to fall behind.
After more than ten rounds, Xie Ke was forced to take two blows from Wei Wentong. His small arms were numb from the shock, his chest felt tight, and a bloody smell rolled up from his chest and abdomen, reaching his throat...
If it weren't for Xie Ke's skill in regulating his breath, he would have almost been unable to suppress the vomiting of blood on the spot.
"No! This is not the way to go! We must find a trick!"
With his thoughts changing rapidly, Xie Ke once again turned his attention to the long bow on his waist.
Taking advantage of the opportunity when the two horses were in the wrong stirrup, Xie Ke once again held the bow in his hand. This time, Xie Ke caught four arrows in one breath!
Steering the horse, turning around, drawing the bow, and releasing the arrow are all a series of movements, all done in one go.
In that compartment, Wei Wentong had just turned his horse's head when he felt a dark light flash before his eyes.
Shocked in his heart, Wei Wentong subconsciously shrank his neck and hid his head behind the golden-backed machete.
As expected, there was another muffled "dang" sound, but Xie Ke's arrow hit Wei Wentong's golden-backed machete again.
After blocking Xie Ke's arrow again, Wei Wentong felt slightly relieved, clamped the horse's belly with his legs, and continued to rush towards Xie Ke.
However, as soon as he took less than two steps, Wei Wentong felt the BMW under his crotch lean forward and fall straight towards the ground.
"No! This little kid is so vicious that he dares to shoot my horse!"
Realizing that something was wrong, Wei Wentong reacted very quickly. He pushed his legs hard on the stirrups, turned over like a kite, and jumped off the horse, landing behind the horse's butt.
Before he could stand still, Wei Wentong had already slashed across the sword again, blocking the broad back of the golden mountain cleaver in front of him.
Thanks to Wei Wentong's quick reaction, as soon as Wei Wentong's sword was placed in front of him, Wei Wentong heard another muffled "dang" sound in his ears. This was Xie Ke's third arrow, and he was
Wei Wentong narrowly blocked it again.
"In the blink of an eye, that guy has already shot three arrows! Should he be gone?"
Wei Wentong is also a person who knows archery, so he naturally knows how difficult it is to shoot three arrows in a row. It is not surprising that he has this idea.
What's more, the sound of horse hooves in his ears told Wei Wentong that the boy was very close to him! If he didn't put away his bow and change his gun at this time, it would be too late!
With this thought, Wei Wentong withdrew his sword and raised his head to take a look.
Before Wei Wentong could clearly see what was happening in front of him, another black light shot out, catching him off guard and hitting the top of Wei Wentong's helmet on the crest!
But when he felt a light hit on his head, Wei Wentong's helmet, which was made of fine steel and weighed four or five kilograms, was shot out by Xie Ke with an arrow.
The helmet was shot away, and Wei Wentong's long hair fell down instantly.
Shocked in his heart, Wei Wentong immediately realized what was going on. Then, Wei Wentong's first reaction was to be thankful, and then to be furious!
"Boy! You're looking for death!" Wei Wentong's eyes widened with anger and he shouted violently. He slashed the golden-backed machete in his hand and rushed straight towards Xie Ke.
The horse galloped all the way, shooting four arrows in succession. At this moment, Xie Ke was no more than five feet away from Wei Wentong.
I thought that after shooting this arrow, Wei Wentong on the opposite side would kneel down and ask for surrender. Unexpectedly, this guy actually rushed up again shamelessly.
Feeling secretly annoyed in his heart, little Xie Ke had to hurriedly put away his bow and change his gun.
Xie Ke's movements were not unpleasant, but the distance between the two was too short, and they both maintained a hedging force. What's more, Wei Wentong's golden-backed mountain cleaver was almost ten feet long.
With one arrow step, Wei Wentong's broadsword had already been rounded. With another step, Wei Wentong's golden-backed machete was already about three feet away from Xie Ke. It was already powerful enough to split Huashan Mountain, and it fell towards Xie Ke's head.
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At this time, Xie Ke had just put away the precious eagle bow, and had not yet had time to hold the spear with both hands.
"Stop!" Seeing that Xie Ke was about to fall under Wei Wentong's golden-backed machete, a shout suddenly sounded outside the venue, and at the same time, there was the sound of a bowstring vibrating.