The spear is completely a burden to Ye Qing, who has never been used, whether it is picking, stabbing, pointing, splitting, sweeping, etc., the advantages of the spear in his hand cannot be brought into play, but it is controlled and volleyed by Lin Guangchao everywhere, although it is a little stronger than a burning stick in his hand, but after all, he can't exert his due power, but he is forced by Lin Guangchao to hurry and retreat step by step.

Zhao Qi'er and Po Li San looked at each other as they looked at the fight scene, originally thinking that Ye Qing would be able to win Lin Guangchao nine times out of ten, but they didn't want that spear to be like a wooden stick in Ye Qing's hand, they would only passively block, and they wouldn't attack with that spear at all.

This is similar to the day in the woods, when he was ambushed by the Jin people, Ye Qing that day was like a cheetah, up and down, there was a fierce murderous aura everywhere.

But today, there is a trace of clumsiness everywhere all over his body, even if it is under his feet, the footsteps are also because of the spear in Lin Guangchao's hand, he was forced to twist and twist, and he was in danger, and the counterattack that day was like two people.

Ye Qing, who was in the battle situation, was extremely depressed and bitter in his heart, your sister, how could Lao Tzu learn this, to put it mildly, Ye Qing even touched this ancient weapon spear for the first time.

He was dazzled by the spear head in front of him and the blood blocking emperor, and he didn't know which of Lin Guangchao's moves was real and which was needed, so in this case, Ye Qing could only hold the spear in his hand, and from time to time he would hand out a shot from time to time when he thought he was in a gap, disrupting Lin Guangchao's tricks, but the most was to retreat with the gun.

Different from the fighting in the previous life, it was completely close-quarters fighting, with daggers as the main melee weapons, and at such a distance now, there were only those who practiced martial arts with spears in their hands, and Ye Qing had never been in contact with them at all.

"Isn't Commander Ye going to make a move?" Lin Guangchao used a gun as a stick, swept out an afterimage, and then slashed down again, forcing Ye Qing to continue to retreat.

"It's just a fist and a leg, just these flowers, it's not practical at all, my real killer move in Commander Lin." Ye Qing pulled away again, this kind of gun-to-gun long-distance play was indeed not suitable for him at all.

But even so, as time went by, Ye Qing gradually touched the doorway, although he still kept retreating, but compared to the beginning, whether it was his pace or figure, he seemed much calmer than at the beginning, and he completely lost the embarrassed appearance just now.

In Ye Qing's view, since the term eighteen kinds of weapons appeared in the Song Dynasty, the entire so-called martial arts has begun to change to routines, and people have no longer begun to pursue practical results, on the contrary, they are more and more gorgeous and good-looking.

And Lin Guangchao is obviously such a lover, whether it is Zama stepping out of the gun, or twisting his waist to send the crotch and stabbing out the head of the gun, although he still retains a trace of strength and lethality, but it is no longer very threatening.

But even so, it is not something that Ye Qing can bear, after all, he doesn't know how to use a gun at all, of course, if this gun is replaced by another gun, it is estimated that Lin Guangchao will already be cold.

As the spear power wielded by Lin Guangchao became weaker and weaker, and the whole person's face was a little flushed, a sneer involuntarily appeared at the corner of Ye Qing's mouth.

As if blowing the horn of attack, as the dark clouds above his head rolled over the sky with a rumbling thunder, Ye Qing clenched the spear with both hands, and took advantage of the gap that Lin Guangchao had re-stabbed out of the gun without any fancy or beauty, and smashed the gun in his hand towards Lin Guangchao like a stick.

At this time, Lin Guangchao, who had been shooting for a long time, but forced Ye Qing to retreat in a hurry, did have a feeling of exhaustion, watching Ye Qing finally make a move, and the timing was just right, so he could only raise his hands horizontally and block the powerful stick that Ye Qing smashed down.

Ye Qing's momentum was unforgiving, and as the first stick fell, Lin Guangchao, who was blocking his stick, began to retreat, so he was almost unreasonable and arrogant, relying on the advantage of height, and once again smashed the spear in his hand as a stick.

A dozen times in a row of head smashes made Lin Guangchao take more than a dozen steps back, until the last time Ye Qing moved with all his strength with a burst of thunder in the sky, and smashed down on his head again.

The spear in Lin Guangchao's hand snapped and broke into two, and almost at the same time, a bolt of lightning crackled overhead, covering the sound of the spear breaking in Lin Guangchao's hand.

The sky began to drizzle, and at this time, Ye Qing had already forced Lin Guangchao under the high wall made of sacks, and threw the spear in his hand and said: "I don't take advantage of you, even if the spear doesn't distinguish between victory and defeat, it's better to have a battle with fists and feet, what does Commander Lin think?" ”

was blocked in front of many subordinates, and smashed the spear, which made Lin Guangchao already feel that he had lost face, at this moment, he was afraid that Ye Qing would stop by the point, as if the two had already divided the victory and defeat, and would not give himself a chance to save face.

So after hearing Ye Qing's proposal, he wiped the rain on his face and said coldly: "Okay, we will see the high and low in our fists and feet, and we will definitely divide the winner today." ”

"The left is the first, the right is secondary, and Commander Lin is afraid that the head of the capital will threaten his position in the Imperial City Division." Zhao Qi'er also wiped the rain from his face, looked at the soldiers watching around, and was cheering for Lin Guangchao, so he whispered.

"So who do you think has the best chance of winning next? I don't have the confidence to play with the gun just now. Po Li San also looked at the soldiers who shouted loudly around him, some of them were still the companions of the two of them in the back of the army.

Maybe it's because he is not welcomed in the Imperial City Division, but at the moment he is just watching the excitement, standing aside in the rain and watching silently.

"Believe it or not, after Dutou wins in a while, if you ask Dutou why the gun didn't work well, Dutou will definitely answer that you have amnesia." There was a hint of a smile in Zhao Qi'er's eagle-like eyes, but even so, in the eyes of outsiders, it still seemed a little angry inside.

"So you believe in the kung fu of the head and feet?" Po Li San was a little surprised by the certainty in Zhao Qi'er's tone.

"Look at it, when Dutou took the gun just now, he looked a little helpless, but now with his bare hands, Dutou's whole person is much more relaxed and calm than just now. Lin Guangchao is going to suffer. After Zhao Qi'er finished speaking, he saw a few companions who had been carrying the Wei army not far away, and slowly walked towards them.

The Great Song Dynasty, especially the Southern Song Dynasty soldiers, has been wearing Fan Yangli for a long time, at first Ye Qing didn't figure out what it was for, until this moment, looking at the soldiers who were shouting and cheering for Lin Guangchao around him, after it rained in the sky, he put Fan Yangli on the top of his head one by one, and he knew why the Southern Song Dynasty soldiers wanted to wear Fan Yangli.

Reaching out and wiping the rain from his face, Lin Guangchao, who was about thirty years old, had already jumped up from the opposite side, his right hand had already clenched into a fist, and he pulled his arm backwards and swung his fist down in the air like Ye Qing.

Sideways to avoid Lin Guangchao's fist swung down from the air, and before Lin Guangchao could stand firm, Ye Qing had already raised his leg and kicked a side kick towards Lin Guangchao's waist and abdomen.

Obviously, Lin Guangchao had already expected in the air, and while stumbling under his feet, he was able to stretch out his other hand and smash Ye Qing's knee while stabilizing his body.

Ye Qing was also not ambiguous, as soon as he saw that the kick was not hit, he immediately retracted his legs, just like taekwondo left and right feet kicking each other, when his right foot fell, his left leg was already raised high and kicked towards the back of Lin Guangchao's head.

Lin Guangchao, who stood firm and turned around, raised his hand to block it, did not retreat but advanced, slid forward with his right foot, and hit the middle door of Ye Qing's wide open door with his body.

With his feet down and taking a step back, Lin Guangchao had already followed up quickly, turning his fist into a claw and grabbing Ye Qing's shoulder quickly, and Ye Qing, who had no time to retreat at this time, could only lean sideways and lean his shoulder into Lin Guangchao's arms.

The foot is also not retreating, but advancing, leaning over the shoulder and missing Lin Guangchao's palm grabbing his shoulder, making the arm that Lin Guangchao originally grabbed his shoulder instantly put on his shoulder.

Lin Guangchao was shocked, if Ye Qing grabbed his wrist at this time and lifted his shoulders again, he would be controlled by others, and he would be defeated immediately.

Therefore, Lin Guangchao could only use his remaining hand to clamp Ye Qing's waist, not giving Ye Qing a chance to grab his arm and turn around and throw him out.

It's just that before he could jam Ye Qing's waist, Ye Qing's back elbow had already hit his front door, and he had no choice but to give up blocking his waist and raise his hand to block Ye Qing's elbow blow flying backwards.

Immediately, he felt that the other arm was half recovered, and when the palm was already withdrawn back to Ye Qing's shoulder, Ye Qing turned over and grabbed his wrist, and before he could secretly cry out in his heart, he felt that the scene in front of him was flying, and the whole person flew into the air at once, crossed an arc in the rain, and crashed into the high wall made of sacks.

The sacks filled with sand are used to keep the wall back on weekdays, and also to resist the rainwater that flows down from the Phoenix Mountain like a waterfall during heavy rains.

And today, as the rain gradually became heavier, and the high wall of this sack was already in danger, so when Lin Guangchao crashed into that wall, the already crumbling high wall instantly began to fall down from the top.

"it!" Ye Qing let out a low breath, hurriedly ran to the corner, and reached out to pull Lin Guangchao up, and Lin Guangchao, who was in a daze, looked at Ye Qing and thought that he was chasing after him, and at the moment when Ye Qing bent down and stretched out his hand, he grabbed Ye Qing's wrist and dragged it down.

"It's going to collapse." Ye Qing shouted at Lin Guangchao, and before Lin Guangchao could pull him to the ground, he had already pulled Lin Guangchao up with his backhand, and then pushed Lin Guangchao outward.

Immediately, I felt a pain in my back, and a sack smashed on my back, and the whole person fell to the ground at once.

Looking at Zhao Qi'er, Po Li San, who reacted not far away, as well as a few people next to him, as well as Lin Guangchao, who reacted, looked at the sack from above the high wall in horror, like a collapsed sack, and shouted the word Ye Qing.

Ye Qing, who was lying on the ground, actually showed them a strange smile, that smile seemed to be saying goodbye to them, and it seemed to carry a trace of hope and excitement, sadness and reluctance.