The man on the throne looked serene, he raised his glass slightly and toasted to General Shen of Chu State, looking at Xiang Yiming who was flying in the ring: "It's a magical boy, isn't it?" This is the nephew of General Zhao of the Yue Kingdom. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The man on the throne smiled at Zhao Wuke, who was standing beside him.

"It is indeed a very magical boy, and he should be born like this." The general Shen of the Chu State looked away from Xiang Yiming, took a sip of wine, looked up at Zhao Wuke, who was silent and speechless, smiled lowly, and looked at Xiang Yiming in the ring again.

The blue eyes of the young man in the ring were full of light, and his eyes forced the nine people under the ring, and he waved the sword in his hand and shouted: "Who dares to come first?" ”

Under the ring, the faces of nine young people like him were flushed, and several of them were all recommended through Chengcheng's selection, how could they stand such contempt from their opponents.

His face turned red, but no one jumped into the ring first, and everyone was afraid of being picked up by others, so their eyes were a little evasive.

"I'll pick the nine of you one by one, don't look at it!"

The arrogant tone fell heavily on the ears of the nine people under the ring, setting off ripples in their hearts.

"I'm coming, Nangong family. Nangong is strict"

"Xiang Yiming"

A young man with a tiger's back and a tiger's waist, dark skin, and a double plate axe in his hand jumped into the ring, his eyes bulging like copper bells bulging slightly and glaring at Xiang Yiming, and the plate axe in his hand swung heavily, bringing a burst of wind to cut.

The soldiers who noticed this ring erupted in a thunderous shout at this moment.

Xiang Yiming suddenly raised the overlord knife in his hand and pounced on the opponent with all his strength.

"Well, look for death!"

On the other side of the ring, the swarthy young man snorted heavily, picked up the plate axe in his right hand to block Xiang Yiming's horizontal sword, and quickly raised his left hand towards Xiang Yiming.

Clang!

The spark was annihilated in the air flow with the temperature of friction, and the overlord knife swept at an incredible speed in the eyes of the swarthy young man, Xiang Yiming blocked the plate axe in his right hand, and the sword staggered slightly and slashed at the other plate axe that he had not yet chopped again.

With slightly numb and trembling hands, the swarthy young man stepped back, a thick solemnity flashed between his eyebrows, and he quickly distanced himself from Xiang Yiming, not daring to act rashly.

The two looked at each other sideways, and after not moving for a long time, the king who was staring at this ring on the throne twisted his beard and smiled: "What a domineering knife technique, fast and ruthless!" ”

"If you really obtained the true biography of General Zhao, it is rumored that General Zhao's sword skills have been perfected, I don't know if it's true or not?" The general Shen of the Chu State showed a slight glow, and he almost didn't see the knife of Xiang Yiming in the ring just now.

"It doesn't matter if it's true or not, my General Zhao swore ten years ago that he would never use a knife again on the battlefield." The king on the throne glanced at Zhao Wuke, who had never spoken, and smiled.

"Really? It's a pity! General Shen of the Chu State raised his glass and smiled at Zhao Wu from afar.

Zhao Wuke nodded at him, raised his glass and drank the wine in the cup, looking at the two who were already fighting together from a distance.

The cold light of the axe against the blade, scraping like metal with a sharp sound squeezed into the frozen airstream.

Xiang Yiming's steps moved slightly, his wrist rotated to drive the blade of the sword to miss the axe, his body just moved back, and a dark black light appeared in his blue eyes, which was the axe held by the other party in the other hand.

He laughed evilly, and the sword quickly sealed horizontally on his chest, and with the sound of "bell", his body retreated again, and his mouth ached.

"I thought you were strong..."

The slightly disdainful words had just been rubbed into the air, and the pupils of the owner of the words were shrunk into a thread, and the "bang" in his ears tightened the strings in his heart.

He lowered his head, a palm-sized, metallic piece of steel lying on the ground, the axe in his left hand missing a cut, as if a piece of flesh had been torn off like a human, and he gasped in silence.

After a pause, he raised his head and saw the young man opposite, his blue eyes were as plain as the calm sea, and the knife in his hand was tightly held by him, flashing cold light in this cold wind.

For some reason, a chill suddenly surged in his heart, and his steps couldn't help but retreat, and in his panic he saw the young man move again, and his pupils were getting bigger and bigger.

He was annoyed at his performance, and a low, hoarse voice roared from his voice in frustration, and the axe in his hands slammed into the withered smell of grass that had congealed in the airstream.

He felt a pain in his hands, and the heavy metal struck a hole in his hand, and blood flowed out, and as soon as he touched the handle of the axe in his hand, the axe jumped out of his hand.

He was shocked in his heart, and suddenly he met Xiang Yiming's gaze, looking down at his already tilted body coldly and calmly.

He only felt a pain in his body, and he was planted in the ring, the knife in the young man's hand against his face, half a thumb away, his eyes staring at the sharp tip that could pierce his skin, and then he let out a long sigh of relief, and his gaze darkened.

The tip of the axe slanted into the ring paved with pear wood, and the two huge gaps were like a person's big mouth torn apart, panting in silence.

He lost, and even at the last moment he did not see clearly the opponent's knife, that fast and heavy one.

"The first game. Xiang Yimingsheng"

The master of ceremonies' somewhat long voice flowed into the airflow, and was taken farther and farther away, Xiang Yiming didn't look at the opponent who was clenching his hand tightly in the ring, he put away the knife in his hand, turned sideways to face the group of young people who didn't dare to breathe in the audience, and said in a flat tone: "It's your turn." ”

Under the ring, all the eyes that met Xiang Yiming's gaze were all misplaced after a short time, and the oppressive atmosphere seemed to freeze the airflow, making a "click" sound, and their breathing became long and difficult.

"Second inning. Xiang Yimingsheng"

"The third game. Xiang Yimingsheng"

........

"Eighth inning. Xiang Yimingsheng"

All the voices of the master of ceremonies were stretched slender by the slowly flowing wind, and they were spread together, and all the eyes outside the martial arts field looked at this time, and their breathing was as rapid as the voice from the mouth of the master of ceremonies.

When the last person fell out of the ring, Xiang Yiming stood there, raised his head and ignored everyone's gaze, he looked at the sky that was already a little bleak, he thought that he was finally about to be free, he was about to set foot on the other side of the strait, where there was his home that was crushed by the chariot, the fragments wrapped in his only happiness were buried in the thick soil, and then there was no light.

"Ninth inning. Xiang Yimingsheng"

There was a complication in the emcee's eyes, and he turned his head to look at the young man standing in the ring, where the young man's mouth had been shattered by the strength of his opponent, and the blood wrapped in the temperature of his body poured on the handle of the knife.

The war horse neighed, and the warriors in armor were all staring at the cold-eyed young man in the ring at this moment, the young man who had not been defeated in nine games.

"He is worthy of General Zhao's nephew! Such a hero! ”

The king on the throne put down the wine glass in his hand, tilted his head on the throne and looked at Zhao Wuke with a smile, and his tone changed: "The people taught by General Zhao and General Shen, I really want to see who can stand in that ring all the time." ”

The king on the throne stretched out his wrinkled hand and pointed to the ring, he moved his gaze to the prince of the Yu clan with white hair like snow and skin like jade: "I have heard that the prince of Chu was taught by General Shen, I wonder if General Shen has confidence in this beloved disciple of yours?" ”

"Then is General Zhao confident?" General Shen of the Chu State did not directly answer King Yue's question, he took his eyes off Xiang Yiming, took a sip of wine, and spoke without raising his head.

"Then try it, I don't know."

The words were low, and Zhao Wuke retracted his gaze and looked at his reflection in the wine glass.

"Then try it! The widow also wants to see it. ”

When Zhao Wuke's words fell, the king on the throne twisted his gray beard and looked at the prince of Chu who had already stood up.

The light in the brown eyes of the prince of Chu Guo flickered, he pulled out the heavy sword on General Shen's waist with his hand, turned around and slowly walked to the ring, he saw that the young man in the ring moved his gaze over, and in those blue eyes was a bottomless cold.

"What an interesting opponent....."