The first game lasted about an hour and a half.

The eight contestants have no routines at all, they catch and fight each other, and the one who fights is called a murderer.

There are no restrictions on the blades of the martial arts tournament.

You are a sword practitioner and can make a sword, and you are a sword player and you can hold a sword.

Even if you make a secret weapon, you can shoot angrily in the sky with a torrential rain of pear blossoms at every turn, that's fine.

What, you practice boxing?

Then you can go in with your bare hands, don't say it's unfair if you get beaten.

The martial arts arena was too big, and the eight people lost it like a group of tadpoles swimming into a big pond, and it was completely open.

In the end, a sect disciple from the south stood at the end.

His name is Zhao Buzhu.

A name that makes Young Master Hua feel more affectionate.

He was the one who practiced boxing, and stood to the end in the light of swords and swords with his bare hands.

Even if he could stand, he was covered in scars and his face was covered in blood.

The audience burst into applause, the dead and wounded were carried down by the disciples of their sect, and the winner wore a wreath as the honor of the first victory.

Zhao Buzhu tried hard to raise his hand and hugged the audience, and then was helped off the court.

Hua Duxiu sighed: "It's so cruel, it's so terrible!"

Ji Chudai brushed his beard and said: "Don't give in when you go out, and don't show mercy when you raise your hand." For these young people, today's bloody battle is just the first step on the bloody road to the future. ”

Hua Duxiu asked, "Grandpa Zi, what about me? I'm also a young man." ”

The old man in the purple hat glanced at Hua Duxiu: "You?"

"Don't you have a point in mind?"

Hua Duxiu laughed evilly and continued to watch the game.

A team of samurai came on the field and quickly leveled the arena.

The site is a compacted loess, and there is not even a root grass.

It was originally yellow, but after a game, many places were stained with dark red blood.

Immediately, the players of the second game entered the competition field one after another.

Hua Duxiu's eyes lit up!

The person at the front, so familiar?

Especially the wooden box in his hand...... I'll go, isn't this my brother who has suffered a lot of life in the sea of bitterness, Mao Maoyu?!

That's right, it's Mao Mao.

The emotionless killer.

Mao Maoyu frowned slightly, and didn't seem to like this kind of high-profile occasion very much.

Killers like to hide in the shadows.

Hua Duxiu looked at him directly.

As if sensing something, Mao Maoyu turned his head to look somewhere in the stands.

Among tens of millions of people, he saw Hua Duxiu at a glance.

Hua Duxiu hurriedly waved his hand, his face full of surprise: It's really him!

The eight men stood in eight directions, more than two feet apart from each other.

Some have swords, some have swords, some are empty-handed.

Only Mao Mao Feather carried a wooden box more than three feet long on his shoulders, like a carpenter, and like a horse boy working on the dock, which was very strange.

"Bell ......!"

A gong sounds, and the game begins!

Mao Maoyu carried the wooden box, walked to the center of the seven people, and arrogantly put the wooden box on the ground.

A breeze blew, and Mao Mao feather brushed the long hair hanging down from his forehead.

His long black hair hung down to the tip of his nose, and his hat covered most of his face.

The other seven looked at him like monsters.

Mao Maoyu said coldly: "Hit me." ”

The seven looked at each other.

What the heck?

What did he say?

Because of the distance, the other seven didn't hear what Mao Maoyu was saying.

Mao Maoyu had to say again patiently: "Hit me." ”

Now everyone hears it.

One of them asked, "What does he mean, let the seven of us fight him together?"

Another person said, "Seems like that's going on, huh, crazy enough?"

The people on the side sneered: "Whoever can participate in the martial arts conference, which one is not the dragon and phoenix among the people, who is afraid of whom?"

"I have a question, why is he wearing a robe, and a hat, and it doesn't rain in the desert. ”

"Probably playing the straw hat boy, you see he has a lot of thatch stuck in his hat. ”

"No, I think it's sun protection. ”

Everyone suddenly realized and agreed: "It makes sense." ”

"Brothers, this kid is impatient, let's send him free first, and then compete, how about it?"

Everyone nodded.

"Up!"

One person shouted, and the person who spoke raised his knife and rushed towards Mao Maoyu!

As soon as he moved, the other four people around him moved at the same time, but there were still two people who did not move, watching coldly.

Almost instantly, the five figures quickly rushed in front of Mao Maoyu, each raising their blades to slash and slash.

There is no intention of slowing down, and it is the kind that takes life directly.

The martial arts conference is so ferocious.

Hua Duxiu's eyes narrowed and watched carefully.

Just when everyone's swords and clubs were only three feet away from Mao Maoyu's head, Mao Maoyu's fingers lightly tapped the wooden box.

"Ding. ”

There was a soft sound, and no one heard it except Mao Maoyu.

But it did ring.

There were quickly wooden planks on both sides of the wooden box, and seven blades about two feet long, as thin as cicada wings, flashing with a cold light, suddenly popped out!

The wooden box is really like a golden cicada with wings.

In the next moment, Mao Maoyu suddenly swept a hundred and eighty degrees with a wooden box!

The blades on the wooden box, although extremely thin, are extremely sharp.

It was so sharp that it instantly cut off the swords in the hands of the five people, and slashed at the flesh again.

Who would have thought that the sword in his hand would be broken the moment it collided?

"Poof......!"

A burst of blood spilled into the sky, and all five enemies were hit.

Mao Mao Yu slammed the wooden box to the ground again, and all the blades were instantly retracted, and the wooden strip sealed the hole.

Mao Maoyu pressed the box with one hand, and his body suddenly rose vertically, using the wooden box as the fulcrum, and it was a 180-degree sweep.

The coat flew up, and the hairy feathers were like a swift that soared into the sky.

Each kicked each of them, and all five bloody people were kicked away by him.

Fast, too fast.

The tens of thousands of spectators in the audience were all stunned and silent.

The five bloody men struggled to stand up after falling to the ground, but unfortunately they were stabbed too deeply, and blood gushed out as if they didn't want money, and no one dared to stand up.

One by one, he lay on the ground and hurriedly sealed the points on his body, and then shouted in panic:

"I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"

Mao Maoyu sneered, and his cold eyes looked at the other two again.

"Hit me. ”

"Come on, hit me. ”

The other two frowned deeply and looked at each other.

"How about we join forces?"

"That's it. ”

The two exchanged a word, immediately drew their swords, and walked slowly towards Mao Maoyu from both directions.

That's right, now they have just drawn their swords, and they were watching the play just now.

Immediately, it was his turn to perform.

Mao Mao Yu pressed the wooden box with one hand, and straightened the collar and hat with the other.

The range of action just now is a bit large, and the cloak and hat are a little oblique.

After the two approached, they attacked with knives at the same time.

The incomparable tacit understanding is like a brother who has been tempered for several years.

But it was true that the two of them had only met for the first time today.

Mao Mao Yu lifted the wooden box and flicked his fingers lightly.

"Ding. ”

With a soft sound, a puff of smoke suddenly rose from the wooden box, which quickly spread.

The two of them were startled, they were already within a foot of Mao Maoyu, and they immediately retreated at the same time, guarding against each other.

The figure of Mao Mao quickly disappeared into the smoke.

Just as the two of them were about to carefully identify and find out the figure of Mao Mao Yu in the smoke, Mao Mao Yu took the initiative to attack.

He was still carrying a wooden box, but a small and thin spear was inexplicably exposed at the bottom of the wooden box.

A delicate little spear that glows coldly.

Mao Maoyu's movements were as fast as lightning, carrying the wooden box and stabbing violently, forcing the enemy in front of him to retreat again and again, desperately parrying.

A person behind him immediately grabbed it, wanting to hit Mao Mao Feather back and forth.

Mao Maoyu stabbed as fierce as a tiger, suddenly turned the head of the spear, and stabbed the person behind him.

The man wanted to parry.

Mao Maoyu's index finger flicked again, the wooden box trembled slightly, and the spear flew out!

Lightning fast, lightning fast.

A flash of silver light flashed, and the opponent had been stabbed through the lower abdomen with a spear before he could see clearly.

His frightened eyes widened in disbelief: "This, this ......"

Mao Mao Yu walked up to the man, and with a slight touch of his finger on his forehead, the man fell on his back.

Until he died, his eyes were still wide open.

The last one was a little unsettled.

I'll go, what kind of broken box are you, why do you still shoot spears?

How many spears are there in there?

Will it me?

Mao Maoyu turned around, and the handsome face covered by the hat smiled slightly.

The person in front of him gritted his teeth and said, "Count you ruthless, come, shoot me." ”

Mao Mao Yu said, "I won't shoot you." ”

The person in front of him asked, "What, is there no spear?"

Mao Maoyu said: "The last thing I lack is a spear, you don't need it." ”

The person in front of him asked, "What do you mean? Yet...... This, this smoke is poisonous? Ah, ......!"

That's right, the smoke emitted from the wooden box of the Mao Mao Feather Great God, you think it was used to conceal the body?

Wrong, that's actually poisonous smoke.

The smoke is mixed with the essence extract of a certain cherished plant, which penetrates into the smoke after high temperature decomposition, and people will be dizzy and sour when inhaled.

The last man fell to the ground, convulsing.

Mao Maoyu turned his head to look at Hua Duxiu, smiled silently, and waited for the referee's ruling.

The people of the government entered, checked the physical condition of the seven people who fell to the ground, and waved with their arms crossed.

Meaning, all dead!

Mao Maoyu pointed at the poisoned little brother: "He's not dead, don't bury the mistake." ”

The official samurai panicked and said, "No, it won't be buried, we're just ...... Check it out. ”

Soon, the referee declared Mao Maoyu the winner of the game, and the group of relatives and friends of the loser carried their bodies down.

The tens of thousands of people in the audience came to their senses and immediately became in chaos.

"What kind of person is this, such a poisonous method!"

"Sanction him, sanction him!"

"It's just a competition, how can there be such a killer, foul!"

Anyway, there are all kinds of shouting.

But it's all shouted in vain, and it's useless.

The martial arts conference is not limited to means, and life and death are not taboo.

Hua Duxiu looked at Mao Maoyu carefully, and said secretly:

Yes, caterpillar, I haven't seen you for a year, and your skills have grown again.

I just don't know if your broken box will explode?

When I get the chance, I'll definitely give it a kick!