With one arrow, Ji Ling knew that he had won, how could he not know the sixth sense he had cultivated over the years of archery?

Seeing that the long arrow was about to hit the red heart, Ji Ling's face smiled more and more, getting bigger and bigger, and his hideous face seemed to bloom like a spring flower.

Suddenly, I heard a loud shout beside me, as if his tongue was blooming with spring thunder, and an arrow flew out like a gale, directly blowing away the flowers on Ji Ling's face.

Ji Ling looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, he originally thought that he had won the battle, but found that he really just thought it was.

Wang Li's arrow came first, and the arrow hit the cluster of his long arrows, and with a "ding" sound, the two arrows flew out dozens of steps like a pair of mandarin ducks, and both fell to the ground.

It's really a mandarin duck walking!

The smile has not yet dissipated, and I can hear a few sounds of "grab, grab, grab" next to my ears, and I saw that nine sharp arrows have been inserted in the arrow target in an instant, two on the left and right, but there is only one at the red heart, and the nine sharp arrows are neatly coded on the arrow target with a big "ten" word!

There was silence all around, and the sound was boiling for a moment, and the soldiers in the school field had never seen such a miraculous skill, and they had already raised their axes and shouted loudly, with a respectful look on their faces.

"Master Ji, it seems that the arrow you said is not safe!" Wang Li said leisurely, he had already ridden his horse back, but this time it was a healthy horse like flying, and in the blink of an eye, the white horse swept in front of everyone like a white rainbow.

Wang Li lightly pulled the reins, the white horse let out a long roar, and the front foot stepped in the air, one person and one horse were majestic. Gently patting the white horse, hanging the quiver and bow and arrow on the saddle, Wang Li turned over and dismounted, and gave a deep salute: "Back to Your Majesty, Weichen is fortunate not to be dishonored!" ”

Lucky not to be dishonored? It sounded like a fluke, but no one thought it was a fluke, not even Ji Ling.

Arrows against arrows, this method is simply unheard of, even if His Majesty orders everyone to turn over the palace and folk books in public, they can't find any record of arrows with arrows. Gu Zhiyang Yuji, the former Han Dynasty General Li Guang, has excellent archery skills, but he only wears Yang Li through seven in 100 steps, and he has never heard that the two of them have this stunt.

Everyone was surprised, thinking that Wang Li's archery skills could also be compared to the ancients, but they didn't know that this was the result of Wang Li's accumulation over time.

He himself is extremely intelligent and diligent, and his martial arts talent is very extraordinary, even if the master is used to seeing the masters of Taoism, he has also praised his martial arts talent.

And since practicing the "Zhuangzi Heart Sutra", the comprehension of internal force, vision, hearing, soul and martial arts has been even more plummeting, oh, no, it is a thousand miles a day, and sometimes I even feel that I am the kun in Zhuangzi's "Wandering Away", with three thousand water strikes and ninety thousand.

Coupled with the daily duel with Zhao Yun, the master of the world, his martial arts are no longer the same as Wuxia Ameng in the past.

Everyone else thought that he had a miraculous shot at a cluster of arrows in flight, but only he understood that all this was just practice makes perfect.

His current sense of touch, spirit, and even sixth sense are almost at the peak of his own, not to mention Ji Ling's arrows, even the slight trembling of the tender stamens on the tree, the trajectory of the fallen leaves fluttering in the sky, he can also clearly perceive that he is only a millimeter away from the first-class martial arts realm, one step away.

Ji Ling's arrows, although fierce and fast, still have traces to follow after all.

It is often said that one force will drop ten, but what is really terrifying is not the speed and strength of the limit, but the imagination and antelope hanging horns.

For example, Zhao Yun's gun and a woman's heart!

Emperor Han Ling seemed to wake up from the shock, stroked his palms and asked with a smile: "Sikong, Taifu, who is the winner of this game?" ”

Who else could it be? Ji Ling's arrow is still on the ground! This is your sister's naked slap in the face!

Yuan Kui swallowed saliva in his heart, rolled his eyes secretly, and said bitterly: "Of course Deyu wins!" ”

Looking at Yuan Kui's bitter look, Emperor Han Ling seemed to be unusually satisfied, squinted his eyes, licked his lips and said, "Since that's the case, let's start the second one!" ”

Ji Ling was already standing in the circle, and Hou Li was aside. I have lost a game just now, that is, my archery skills are not as good as others, but knife skills are my own housekeeping skills, I have practiced knives for more than 20 years, and I have beaten all over Zhonglang to be invincible.

If you lose again, you might as well buy a piece of tofu and die!

Seeing Wang Li step into the circle, Ji Ling's hand shook, a three-pointed knife was inserted into the ground, bright and dazzling, and said: "This knife is called February with Yinfeng, weighing about fifty catties, and it was forged from a hundred catties of fine iron when I was in the last days!" ”

The three-pointed knife was like a moon on the left and right, but the middle tip was five or six inches long, and it looked silver and extremely sharp.

"February with Yinfeng", really good name!

Wang Li nodded, the scabbard in his hand flew out and abandoned it to the ground, and a silver-gray long sword in his hand was stained with blood: "This sword is three feet two and weighs about two catties and five." There is neither a name of illustriousness, nor the reality of fine iron. The sword is nameless, but it is sharp. Since Kaifeng, more than a dozen people's blood has been drunk! ”

The two of them were in a deep relationship, with a trace of solemnity in their eyes.

Everyone was silent, and their eyes were all focused on the field. One is the first warrior under Yuan Shu, who single-handedly created a great reputation in Kyoto; One is the son of the Spirit Emperor swordsman, born in a famous family but from the end of the grass, just now he shot arrows with a flying horse, and he has conquered everyone.

Heaven and earth seemed to have been killed, the west wind suddenly rose, and a fallen leaf gently drifted into the house with the wind, but it seemed to ignite the explosives storehouse.

Ji Ling let out a loud shout, and flew up, the three-pointed knife had cut through the air, like a silver python falling from the sky, like a broken bamboo, and directly took Wang Li.

An inch long, an inch strong.

Wang Li still remembers that in "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", it was recorded that Ji Ling had fought fiercely in Xuyi with Guan Yu for 30 rounds and retreated without victory. Yes, it's just that he didn't win and retreated, and he didn't say that he was defeated.

It seems that this Ji Ling's martial arts may not be as good as Guan Yu, Zhang Fei and others, but it may not be much weaker.

Naturally cautious in his heart, the dragon under his feet quickly dodged two times in a row, avoiding Ji Ling's momentum. The long sword in his hand dragged on the ground, slashed through the sparks, and kicked the soles of his feet, like an eagle falcon spreading its wings and pounced on Ji Ling.

The long sword in his hand changes sharply, stabbing straight, reversing, splitting, blocking, and all kinds of strains are not at one end? Like pear blossoms flying, and like flying snow. I only heard the sound of "Zheng Zheng" endlessly.

In a moment, Wang Li had already interrupted Ji Ling's knife momentum, bullied up, and stuck around Ji Ling like a fish swimming on the bottom of the sea.

Wang Li had narrowed the distance between him and Ji Ling, and the three-pointed knife was not easy to deploy, but Wang Li's sword was aimed at Ji Ling's vital point.

One inch is short, one inch is dangerous.

Everyone was frightened, and they had only heard that Ji Ling had a three-pointed knife that hit the eastern capital, and the nameless sword skill in Wang Li's palm suppressed Wei Jun.

didn't expect that as soon as the two of them shot, they would meet each other with white blades, fighting to the death.

But see:

The three-pointed knife is like the moon, and the silver shines on the heavens and the earth; The nameless sword is like snow, and a little cold shines through the sun and the moon. The smoke and dust are billowing in the field, and the eagle is crying; The sword in the circle is vast, and the tiger roars and the dragon roars. Ji Ling held the three-pointed sword in his hand, and Wang Li held the nameless sword in eight directions.

The two fought fiercely for more than 20 rounds, the field was filled with smoke and dust, everyone was dazzled and dizzy, and they couldn't distinguish the two figures in the field for a long time, just feeling the swords and swords in the field, and the sound of Jin Ge, it was already terrifying.

Looking at the approaching thirty rounds, I only heard a loud shout in the middle of the field, "Bang! With a bang, one person flew out upside down and landed outside the circle. There was a single person in the field, leaning on a long knife, and his face was cloudy.

Although the two fought fiercely for only more than 30 years, but the dust was filled, and the figures of the two were shuttling in the field like butterflies, rising and falling, and later the two were glued together, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief in their throats.

It wasn't until the dust and fog dispersed that everyone found that the original success or failure had been decided early, Wang Li had a big footprint on his chest, standing outside the circle with a sword, and the person in the circle was Ji Ling.

For a while, everyone was talking, and Yuan Feng and Yuan Kui were even more overjoyed, nodding in admiration.

Only Ji Lingqing clearly knew that he had lost this competition, and he was convinced to lose.

Ji Ling's pestle accompanied Yinfeng obliquely, and he shifted his center of gravity obliquely to the knife, trying to suppress the qi and blood in his chest, just afraid that a mouthful of old blood would spurt out if he was not careful.

He is as fierce as a tiger, and he has been impregnated in the three-pointed knife for decades, slashing out one after another, I thought that Wang Li was just a waste of fame and was lifted high, and a young man who was only seventeen or eighteen years old could have much force.

But as soon as Wang Li came on the field, he knew that he was wrong, and he was very wrong.

Wang Li is as cunning as a fox, his body is like a swimming fish, Wang Li seems to know the advantages and disadvantages of the three-pointed knife, the three-pointed knife is suitable for opening and closing, and the battlefield is rushing, but he is not patient with hand-to-hand combat. As soon as he came on the field, he quickly approached him with the terrain and body style, forcing himself to return to the defense. He is also infinitely powerful, but Wang Li's strength is even more like the tide of the blue sea, and it is constantly surging.

For a full thirty rounds, except for the first few moves, he has been trying his best or trying his best to defend, Wang Li's swordsmanship is like an ocean that rolls through waves, wave after wave, he is like a flat boat in the sea, Hugh wants to say victory, he doesn't know when he will be swallowed by the waves.

So Ji Ling knew that he was wrong, how could he make a mistake when the two armies were facing each other?

If you are wrong, you will lose, and if you are wrong, you will die!

Ji Ling trembled and touched the beard under his chin, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, fortunately Wang Li's subordinates were merciful, otherwise what was waiting for him would be a life, and his body would be separated. As for the footprints on Wang Li's chest, it seems that he was kicked by himself, but who believes it? It doesn't matter if others believe it or not, you don't believe it yourself anyway!

Ji Ling gasped, and finally put his breath back down, Fang waited to stand up straight, but saw that Wang Li had already walked towards Emperor Han Ling: "Your Majesty, Brother Ji's martial arts are strong and his sword skills are outstanding, although Wang Li is still invincible despite his best efforts, this game is lost by Weichen." ”

"Deyu!"

Ji Ling nodded gratefully at Wang Li and shook his head, abandoned his sword and prostrate on the ground and said, "Your Majesty! This game is that Weichen lost, and he was convinced to lose. ”

"Huh?"

Emperor Ling of Han and the ministers looked at each other, isn't this a battle for the victory or defeat of the military Sima, why do they still have sympathy for each other?

Yuan Kui glared at Ji Ling even more, and shouted: "Fu Yi, don't lie in front of Your Majesty!" According to His Majesty's rules, Deyu has fallen outside the circle, and he should lose! ”

"My lord, it's true that you're losing!" Ji Ling got up from the ground with a guilty face, raised his head and looked at his beard in public.

The beard was clinging to the underch, as neat as a cut leek.

Everyone glanced at the sword in Wang Li's hand and felt cold, if Wang Li's sword went up a little more, or went in a little more, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Emperor Han Ling glanced at Yuan Kui and Yuan Feng, and saw that the two of them could not hide the embarrassment on their faces, but he still gave these two old ministers a little face, nodded and said: "Since this is the case, then the second game will sentence you two to a draw, can you two accept it?" ”

Wang Li and Ji Ling glanced at each other, clasped their fists together and said, "Your Majesty Shengming!" ”

Recognized by the two, Emperor Han Ling was greatly excited, and said happily: "Shicai let my father say that the six arts of a gentleman: the number of imperial books of Lile Shooting, and the number of imperial shots have been examined, so let's take the test in this third game!" ”

Wang Li and Ji Ling stared at Emperor Han Ling at the same time with a pair of bull eyes, your sister, interviewing a shooting voice army Sima actually wants to take the test?