Chapter 318: Turning Defeat into Victory

The competition between Song Zheng and Yang Dong, Yang Dong's momentum was like a rainbow, and he directly forced Song Zheng to the root of the West Wall (the latest chapter of the Golden Lock Marriage). During the whole competition, Song Zheng did not attack once, but just blindly defended. It's not that Song Zheng really doesn't have the strength to fight back at all, although his Panlong Sword and Stick has not yet taken shape, and he has not used the Zhenyuan Sword Technique, but if he is entangled, he will not retreat so quickly. The reason why he didn't fight back was because he wanted to weigh Yang Dong's catties.

In the past year in Daikin, his kung fu has not been pulled down. Although he was very interested in the calligraphy, paintings, and Taoist scriptures in the Dajin Palace City, the practice of martial arts was the foundation of his life. After a year of retreat, he changed his swordsmanship a little, and he realized that his skills had greatly improved, and his body skills were more outstanding.

Just when the two were at a stalemate, Yang Dong yelled, "Look at my trick!" The ash pole in his hand shook wildly, and he actually drew several spear flowers in front of Song Zheng, even Xin Qiji, who was outside the court, couldn't distinguish between reality and fiction, and couldn't figure out where Yang Dong was going to attack.

Song Zheng's eyelids twitched, and his eyes did not move with Yang Dong's spear flower, but looked straight ahead, staring at Yang Dong's eyes, not letting go of a small change (the latest chapter of the legend of the savage). He has long had a plan in his heart, when he wants to make a killing move, there will always be a slight change in the eyes of those who practice martial arts, which is a sign of exertion. Human movements are always instructed by the brain and transmitted to the hands through the neural senses. The eyes are close to the brain, and when the brain gives an important command, the eyes change differently and involuntarily.

Sure enough, after Yang Dong's gun shook out four or five spear sparks in Song Zheng's lower abdomen, shoulders and face, he straightened the gun and went straight to the chest. Song Zheng noticed that Yang Dong's eyes suddenly widened a little, if it weren't for Song Zheng's amazing eyesight, and Yang Dong was under the sun, it would be difficult to notice.

Song Zheng secretly exclaimed: It's coming! The ash pole was like a poisonous snake, stabbing at Song Zheng's heart. Song Zheng bent suddenly, as if his torso was bent in place, and the ash pole grazed his side, stabbing the brick wall behind him, and actually stabbed a piece of green brick to the other side of the wall.

At this time, Song Zheng's left hand was raised, and a long stick was thrown diagonally above Yang Dong, and it actually smashed into the void two feet above Yang Dong's head.

Due to the tattoo on the green brick, Yang Dong's hands shook slightly. Seeing Song Zheng throw up a long piece of stick, Yang Dong couldn't help but raise his head slightly, and his eyes moved with the stick. However, when his eyes were fixed on the stick, suddenly there was a flower in front of him. It turned out that the sun from the west was shining right into his eyes, making him squint.

At this time, Song Zheng moved, clinging to Yang Dong's ash pole, Song Zheng almost rose from the ground, jumped nearly three feet high, stepped on the void, and rushed towards Yang Dong. The short wooden stick in his hand stabbed Yang Dong's face door like a sharp arrow.

At the moment of squinting, Yang Dong secretly screamed that it was not good, the ash pole in his hand was violently retracted, and subconsciously rose upward, and when Song Zheng bullied him about three feet, he could swing the short wooden stick away.

As long as Song Zheng is given a chance to get close, he will stick you like clay, and with extremely fast movements, he will launch a continuous attack.

The gun is a long weapon, so it is naturally inconvenient to get close to it. In fact, for a close combat master like Song Zheng, let alone a gun, even if it is a knife four or five feet long, it is too long (read the full text of Xianyu Fantasy). At the beginning of the decisive battle at the Sihua Inn, Song Zheng took Zhu Jian, who had incarnated as Yan Yusheng, to Lishan. The master assassin of Shu was found by Song Zheng to stick to him because of his use of a knife. The knife was cut off by the Fishgut Sword, and the Assassin found a chance to escape. However, he was still chased by Song Zheng, and finally stoned him to death.

Now, Yang Dong's ash pole is much longer than the knife, which is more inconvenient. As soon as Yang Dong opened the killing move of the front door, Song Zheng's short stick pulled half an arc and stabbed Yang Dong's throat again. Yang Dong had no choice but to accelerate and retreat.

With Song Zheng's speed, how could he avoid it, the short wooden stick in his hand was like a sharp arrow shot one by one, and the action was almost unstoppable. If Yang Dong's gun was like a poisonous snake, then the short wooden stick in Song Zheng's hand was like a group of poisonous snakes, quickly beckoning to Yang Dong.

When Yang Dong attacked just now, Song Zheng retreated relatively quickly, and now that Song Zheng is attacking, Yang Dong retreats faster, as if he is desperately retreating backwards. If you don't retreat, you can't open the space, and Yang Dong's gun can't be urged at all. Several times, Yang Dong wanted to withdraw the gun behind him and then push forward, but he didn't know that Song Zheng didn't give him a chance at all. Often Yang Dong just resisted, and the next attack came again, and as a last resort, Yang Dong blocked and knocked again.

Yang Dong's face was swollen and red, and he used all his strength to eat, but he couldn't distance himself from Song Zheng by half a minute.

At this time, the people watching the battle were a little dumbfounded. Yang Dong was also attacking majestically just now, but he just shouted a sentence "Look at my trick", and immediately reversed the attack and defense. Even Xin Yu was muttering, why did Yang make a trick and fall into passivity instead? Lu Hong and Qiao Shang didn't see clearly how the offense and defense were switched at that moment just now. However, the expressions of the two can be very different. This time, Lu Hong began to slap and applaud, and Qiao Shang changed to an anxious look.

Xin Qiji was secretly amazed at Song Zheng's speed and flexibility. At that scene, he could see clearly, Song Zheng's torso was almost bent into a bow to the left, and then it stiffened violently, and he rushed forward.

Xin Qiji looked at the expressions of the two and sighed secretly. The sweat on Song Zheng's head was a little more dense, and his expression was quite stable. Yang Dong's face turned purple, his mouth and nose were open, and he exhaled desperately while retreating. This clearly shows that Yang Dong's physical strength is even worse than Song Zhenglai (dreaming back to the latest chapter of the Legend of the Flying Star of the Tang Dynasty). This made Xin Qiji secretly wonder. Yang Dong is seventeen years old this year, it is the time when his body is growing rapidly, and his physical strength should be extremely sufficient, why is it not as good as Song Xiaolang, who is two years younger than him?

After a while, Yang Dong retreated to the root of the east wall, just like Song Zheng, Yang Dong had no way out. However, Song Zheng had two sticks in his hand, one short and one long, just now, while Yang Dong was only a long ash pole at present, and there was not enough room for maneuver at all.

Yang Dong resisted twice, and the wrist holding the pole was hit by Song Zheng, and he immediately felt pain, and the ash pole could no longer be held, and the horn fell to the ground. The moment Yang Dong let go of his hand, he knew that it was over, so he simply closed his eyes and waited for Song Zheng to give him a look.

After waiting for a while, there was no feeling of being stabbed on his body, but Song Zheng's voice came from his ears, "Brother Yang, is your wrist okay?" ”

Yang Dong couldn't help but open his eyes again, only to see Song Zheng standing three feet in front of him, staring at his wrist, with a look of concern on his face. Yang shook his wrist, except for a slight redness and swelling, there was nothing abnormal. Only then did he remember that Song Zheng deliberately cut the short stick into a round head before the competition, and if it was still a blunt head, his wrist would definitely be injured.

Thinking of this, Yang Dong couldn't help but secretly cry ashamed. Song Zheng did not stab his torso and face, but only hit his wrist. It shows that people have left some spare energy, but it is ridiculous that he secretly laughed at him for making his own "weapon" just now.

Such a wonderful competition, several people watching the battle applauded.

"Good! Xiaolang, Yang Dong, you played wonderfully! It was really an eye-opener for the old man. Xin Qiji shouted and surrounded Qiao Shang and Lu Hong.

Xin Qiji checked Yang Dong's hand first, nodded slightly, and said with a smile, "Yang Dong, this time do you know that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky?" ”

Yang Dong was originally a high-minded and arrogant person, but this time he lost, and his face was a little unbearable, but he didn't dare to refute Xin Qi's words, but he just lowered his head.

Song Zheng hurriedly relieved the siege and said, "Uncle Xin, I'm just opportunistic (the latest chapter of the Calamity)." I was standing on the west side of the backlight just now, and I was taking advantage of it. What's more, Brother Yang is not very familiar with my workmanship, but I know a little bit about Brother Yang's marksmanship. ”

Qiao Shang couldn't help but interject, "That's right, the venue here is too small, and Yang Dong's marksmanship can't be used at all!" That means that Song Zheng took advantage of the venue.

Listening to Qiao Shang's words, Lu Hong snorted lightly, while Xin Yu frowned, obviously disagreeing with Qiao Shang's statement.

On the contrary, Yang Dong said stiffly, "No matter what the reason, if you lose, you will lose!" Don't look for so many reasons! ”

Xin Qiji's face turned cold, and he said angrily, "You're still not convinced? Every day, I know how to find someone to compete, but I don't think about the doorway of the competition. What is the purpose of the competition? Isn't it to improve your skills so that you can serve the country and kill the enemy in the future? If you fight simply for the sake of fighting, then you have courage and no strategy! In the future, he will be a reckless man on the battlefield, and he will not be able to use it! ”

Hearing Xin Qiji's reprimand, Yang Dong's face turned pale, and he wanted to refute it, but he couldn't say it.

Song Zheng didn't want to speak again, so as not to provoke Yang Dong to misunderstand, so he glanced at Xin Yu and asked him to speak.

After Xin Yu received the hint, he hurriedly said, "Daddy, you see that Xiaolang and Yang Dong have just competed, and they are not lightly tired, do you want them to go into the house to drink saliva, and then talk about the gains and losses of this battle?" ”

Xin Qi snorted coldly, turned his head and walked towards the house. Xin Yu smiled bitterly at Song Zheng helplessly, and then said softly, "Yang Dong, you and I are like brothers, and my father also treats you as a righteous son, his intentions are good!" ”

Yang Dong nodded, glanced at Song Zheng with complicated eyes, and saw that there was no smug look on his face, just looking at himself solemnly. Yang Dongchang exhaled and sat on the ground without saying a word.

Xin Yu had no choice but to turn his head and say, "Xiaolang, Lu Hong, Brother Qiao, you go to the inner room to drink tea first, and I will accompany Yang Dong for a while." ”

Song Zheng stepped forward, patted Yang Dong's shoulder, turned around and left, Lu Hong and Qiao Shang followed (read the full text of Sakura Blood). After arriving in the back room, Qiao Shang took a copy of the poem copied by Song Zheng into his arms, and said goodbye to Xin Qiji.

When he went out of the door, he was stopped by Song Zheng, "Brother Qiao, Song begs you something!" ”

Qiao Shang said lightly, "Don't worry, Gongzi Song, tomorrow's competition, I will say that the two of them will be canceled." ”

Song Zheng shook his head, "It's not this. It's about the results of the competition between me and Yang Dong, it's better not to say it Brother Qiao. You also understand Brother Yang's temperament! ”

Qiao Shang narrowed his eyes, "What, Xiaolang defeated Yang Dong, and he can already be called the first person of his generation on Shandong Road, don't you want to make a name for yourself?" ”

"The first of his generation? Brother Qiao also thinks too highly of Song. Don't hide it from Brother Qiao, Song met a teenager in Fengfu County last month, slightly younger than me, even if Song tried his best, he still couldn't take advantage of it, and he almost made his family have a blue nose and swollen face! No matter how arrogant Song is, he can't afford this title. ”

"How can such a thing happen?" Qiao Shang's face was full of surprise. In his opinion, Yang Dong is already a leader among his peers, and Song Zheng is even more wise and brave, and now, even Song Zheng has suffered a loss, that person is too powerful!

Seeing that Song Zheng nodded solemnly, not as if he was lying, Qiao Shang also hummed, turned around and went out.

As soon as Qiao Shang went out, Lu Hong asked in surprise, "Xiaolang, is there really anyone more powerful than you?" ”

For this eldest brother, Song Zheng was naturally unkind, "Drink your tea, don't ask!" ”

Xin Qiji smiled and said, "Martial arts are endless, although it is good, Xiaolang doesn't have to be too humble." Yang Dongneng was defeated once, which was good for him! ”

Song Zheng smiled and drank the tea.