The man will strip off the golden silk sheep fur on his body, revealing a sturdy upper body, and a hideous dragon tattooed on his bronze chest, he pulled out the wine jug at his waist and poured himself a jug of wine, opened his arms and shouted: "No one else will challenge me, who will dare to try the sharpness of my wolf blade!"

"I'll try your blade!" the black-armored boy dragged his heavy sword from in front of Yumur. The confidence and heroism of the teenager shocked the audience, a clump of lazy curls hung down on his ears, and there were wisps of sharp edge in his eyes, which melted the hearts of the female audience present.

Meng Yu glanced at the young man, his gaze no longer lingered, and came to the VIP seat where Chu Xun and them were sitting, and the chair that the little eunuch cleverly brought was placed next to General Meng Yu, covered with brocade and gold thread.

He clenched his right hand and rushed forward, the attack was fierce, the heavy sword had the role of both a weapon and a shield, his attack was wide open, each blow was riveted with strength, although he was wearing a black armor heavy armor, but his steps were as flexible as a ghost, Yumur's wolf blade could not touch him for half a point, and he was shocked back again and again by the young man's attack.

"That's Mengxin, right, I haven't seen him for many years, I didn't expect his swordsmanship to be so powerful, it's better to transfer him to the palace as a guard, it will definitely not bury his talent!" Chu Yingyang exclaimed, and Meng Yu said lightly: "I understand His Highness's kindness, but Mengxin's temperament is too strong, and he is afraid that he will offend many people when he does things in the palace. ”

Chu Yingyang just smiled and stopped talking.

Mengxin's swordsmanship is taught by his father-in-law Meng Yu since he was a child, Meng Yu is known as the first weapon master in the Northern Regions, under his teaching, there is no swordsmanship that can't be learned, the huge wolf blade is flexible like a dagger in the hands of Yumur, the whistling sound of breaking the wind rises, Mengxin's heavy sword opens the bow left and right, the pace is flexible, Yumur is gradually forced by him to the stone wall behind him, Mengxin helps to run and jump, superimposes the power of the exponential in the blade, and slashes the wolf blade hilt in Yumur's hand.

The wolf's blade came out of his hand, and Yumur's whole body fell backwards, and the heavy sword in the young man's hand slashed at his arm bone.

"Win!" Chu Yingyang pointed at the young man in surprise, Meng Yu shook his head, "Lost." Chu Yingyang was about to question, when he heard a roar that was not like a human voice coming from the venue, which was deafening, and the audience felt that a gust of wind was coming.

Yumur stood up in the dust, pushed away the heavy sword stuck in his arm bone, the tattoo on his body became more and more vivid as his muscles trembled, his skin flushed red, and the heat on the man's skin could be felt ten steps away, the sweat was evaporated into a mist and wrapped around the man's back, and the sword retreated, as if he had seen a hunter who had been enraged by a wild beast.

"This is?" Chu Ying looked up and was shocked, Yumur's state reminded him of Xiao Zhao's illness before, his eyes were red, like a beast, Yumur picked up the wolf blade on the ground and slashed towards Meng Xin, each blow carried a deafening roar, the situation was reversed in an instant, Meng Xin thought that it was too late to find another opportunity to attack, and he had to be passively attacked, every time the man swung at his sword, he felt a pain in his mouth, and he couldn't get rid of his fierceness at all.

"The god-given bloodline of the sunrise, the flame of the Burr Chijin family. Meng Yu admired, he had witnessed the Golden Horde monarch wielding a double axe on the battlefield, the axe and the axe between a very perfect circle, all the swords and bows that were about to touch him bounced off one after another, the copper axe was all meat puree, like a kitchen knife chopping cabbage crisp and neat, known as the death windmill in the hands of the martial god, his descendants and he have the same power, no one can stop it.

Mengxin's heavy sword was taken off, and he was stepped on the ground by Yumur, and slashed forward with a beast-like roar, Ye grabbed Chu Xuanzhao's sleeve slightly nervously, and was really a little frightened, Chu Xuanzhao comforted her: "Don't worry, he won't die." ”

Meng Xin raised his left hand to block the fierce slash, this move was undoubtedly crazy in the eyes of everyone, the wolf blade knife cut into his arm armor and made a roar of gold and iron, everyone only heard a powerful air shock, the black armor boy actually blocked the teak slash with his hand, people saw a smile on his face, he suddenly turned around, lowered his body, the arm armor shattered in the slash, revealing the young man's iron-like forearm, the wolf blade slashed on the arm, not an inch!

The boy smiled as he looked at the sparks that kept splashing from his arm, he could attach his breath to the weapon like most swordsmen, increasing its weight and hardness, and he could also attach it to the skin, which required very flexible manipulation skills and techniques to do, and in that moment of lightning, if the response of the breath in his body was half a minute slower, maybe his arm would have been cut off by the wolf's blade now.

The boy punched Yumur in the face, Yumur roared, the boy was not afraid at all, the fist poured on Yumur's body like a rainstorm, a set of boxing techniques was shaped like flowing water, there was no sign of mud and water, he finally raised the gold star in his eyes Yumur high, volleyed and kicked him in the abdomen, Yumur woke up from that beast-like state, his face was bloodless in an instant, and he was thrown out of the circle by the boy.

"This set of fists should have been learned in the Golden Horde, but his stepfather didn't teach him this. Meng Yu wanted to laugh for a long time, but he didn't laugh out loud after all.

Chu Ying smiled upward: "These Golden Hordes have lost a lot of money, and they have been beaten by their own fists and can't fight back." ”

Teak settled down and patted the dust off his body. Stood up from the ground: "If it is on the battlefield, I can continue to fight until you have no power to fight back." ”

The black-armored boy looked at him with a smirk.

"But according to the rules of your Yinguo martial arts competition, the one who appears loses, so I admit defeat. The man untied the dagger from his waist and threw it to the boy: "I have sent you, you have earned the respect of the prince of the Golden Horde, Yumur Bulchijin." ”

The little eunuch slammed on the copper plate, and everyone shouted for Meng Xin!

"The fourth game, Yinguo, Meng Xinsheng!"

Yumur picked up the wolf blade and walked to the seat of the great monarch, his face suddenly felt a little burned, and the great monarch smiled: "Didn't your wolf blade claim to be the first person in Tiezhen City? Why did you even knock a little boy unconscious today?

Teak shook his head: "He attaches his breath to his skin...... It's too hard for me to cut into!"

"You shouldn't have lost, but you were too underestimated, leaving him too many opportunities to attack at the beginning, and you were actually forced to force out the power of the sunrise, you are not ashamed!" the Great Monarch scolded.

"Father's teaching. ”

"Father, you can't blame Yumur, he has won three games in a row, it's Yinguo here, and if they lose again, they will be a little embarrassed. Temuzun lowered his voice.

"It's useless!" The Great Monarch snorted coldly, "Tiemuzun, go ahead, don't think of your brother as careless as you respond to the enemy, give us the Golden Horde another fight! Your strength is much greater than that of your brother, don't let your father down!"

"Yes!" Temuzun patted his heart and raised the crimson heavy knife on the side, "Wait, brother, you see someone going up!" Yumur pointed to the center of the field, and the two followed his fingers, the man in the scarlet robe dragged the pitch-black ghost-headed knife, he only wore a soft leather coat and smooth armor, and the chain mail was covered with a layer of shiny red scales, and he traveled lightly.

"I'll fight you!" Su Weiyin waved his knife and pointed at Meng Xin, and the other party stood with a puzzled face: "You and I are both on the side of Yinguo, why bother waving a knife against each other, this is not in line with the rules." ”

"I don't represent Yinguo, I represent Xilin!" As soon as the voice fell, a whispering noise sounded in the crowd.

"What is he doing? Isn't he your guard? How can you beat your own people!" Chu Xun shook his drunken brother, and the other party rubbed his eyes: "If he likes to fight, let him go up and fight, anyway, I can't fight." ”

"Then get ready to take it, Xilin!

Meng Xin raised his sword high, and then slashed at Su Weiyin with a fierce swing of his giant sword, but the other party avoided it unscathed. The heavy sword slashed again, and slashed at the ghost head knife, but Su Weiyin quickly pulled it back, followed by another swing, the tip of the sword slashed across Su Weiyin's chest, making a tooth-aching metal scraping sound, and the heavy sword quickly cut through the coat, leaving a long and bright scratch on the soft armor.

For a long time, both of them came and went in the field like this, constantly turning in circles. Meng Xin's sword failed again and again, but Su Weiyin still didn't launch an attack, just dodging, Meng Xin kept shouting: "Do you people from the west just hide and hide?

Su Weiyin ignored his ridicule, still dodging the slash sideways, Mengxin's sword fell short again, and the thought of not being able to ask for it made him gradually irritable, Mengxin slashed with all his strength, and the heavy sword cut into the stone wall making a deafening noise The magic mountain rushed into the strike range, he pulled out the heavy sword hard, and his giant sword immediately brought out a blurred cloud of sand, and everyone began to scream. Su Weiyin dodged the first blow, and at the same time let go of the ghost head knife and raised his leg to kick Meng Xin's shoulder.

Meng Yu in the VIP seat frowned: "These two people...... Something is not quite right. ”