Fengjie is only more than 100 miles away from Wushan, and I read it all in the years when I was a birdman. The most famous legend about Wushan is the goddess of Wushan. "Dan is the morning clouds, twilight is the rain, morning twilight, under the balcony." This also gave birth to the most popular referential ---- in ancient times.

Song Zheng doesn't have any kung fu now, but secretly complains about the weather in this festival. It's strange today, it's rare that the sky is blue, and even the clouds are few. Originally, it was a good weather, but for Song Zheng standing on the field, it was not good.

Long Zhanfeng came on the field with a slender white cloth bag on his back, and when he took out the two guns from inside, Song Zheng secretly frowned. The two guns were about seven feet long, and the heads were made of stainless steel, which was shiny. I don't know what the barrel of the gun is smeared with, and it is also glowing with a bright halo, especially under the strong sunlight, it is even more dazzling.

No wonder Lang Boyan and a Shu general are full of confidence, there are few people who use double guns, and anyone who can use this as a weapon is not a master. Long Zhanfeng's pair of silver guns are even more special, and they actually have a glare effect. When used on a sunny day, the average opponent may not have fought yet, and he will be stunned.

After Song Zheng looked at the opponent's weapon, Fang stood up and slowly paced towards the middle of the field. Standing three zhang away from Long Zhanfeng, Song Zheng stood with his hands in his hands.

The general of Ganshu on the field immediately talked about it---- Song Zheng was empty-handed! I didn't have any weapons!

Lang Boyan also showed curiosity, this Song Xiaolang would not meet the enemy empty-handed? It's too arrogant!

Long Zhanfeng glanced at Song Zheng, waited for a while, and saw that he still didn't mean to show his weapon, nor did he call the people on the field to send him a weapon, so he couldn't help but be secretly angry. He intersected the two guns in front of Peng, and the heads of the guns touched, making a crisp sound of "dang", "Lord Song, please light up your weapons!" ”

Song Zheng seemed to smile, "My weapon? Isn't it in your hands? ”

"In my hands?" Long Zhanfeng looked at the two guns and said in a low voice, "This is my silver spear." ”

"It's yours now, won't it be mine in a while?" Song Zheng picked at the other party out of the corner of his eyes, full of banter.

Wow! Only then did everyone understand that Song Zheng was originally laughing at Long Zhanfeng. Facing the enemy empty-handed, and humiliating with words, this Great Qi envoy is really crazy!

Zhang Chong grinned, Zu Jie also curled the corners of his mouth, this is too familiar, no matter what kind of opponent he faces, Brother Zheng is always so relaxed and freehand, it makes people seem to not feel murderous. However, whoever is deceived will suffer greatly. Before the opponent knew it, Song Zheng could always complete the fatal blow.

Long Zhanfeng's face immediately flushed, and the urn said angrily, "It's okay for Lord Song to ask me for this silver spear, but I have to wait until this gun is inserted into Lord Song!" ”

After that, Long Zhanfeng took a step forward, his legs arched forward and back, his right hand was raised above the top, and the tip of his left pistol was close to the ground, he opened his posture, and shouted again, "Lord Song, please show your weapon, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless under the gun!" ”

Song Zheng glanced at Long Zhanfeng with some surprise, with the means of provoking the other party just now, Long Zhanfeng should be annoyed and ashamed, and attack first, but he didn't expect that the other party could still calm down.

For today's competition, Song Zheng had already expected it, and it would definitely not be good. When Lang Boyan summoned Gao Qing and the other three people, in order to prevent extraneous branches, Song Zheng first bit the number of three games, and then, Song Zheng focused on Long Zhanfeng, he had long been sensitive to realize that this person was the trump card arranged by Lang Boyan.

As for Lang Boyan's pretentiousness just now, maybe he was really angry, and it was more likely that he was acting, which not only disturbed his own mood, but also put pressure on Long Zhanfeng---- master, I am very angry now, you must save face."

Long Zhanfeng was still able to maintain a calm state of mind under such pressure, which was indeed good.

Looking at the other party's posture, Song Zheng touched his chin, "Weapons will naturally be available at that time, come and read them all!" As he spoke, he hooked his finger at Long Zhanfeng provocatively.

A bare-handed teenager, even if he is the champion of Great Qi Wu, can't tease the famous "Double-speared Dragon General" of Shu so much! Long Zhanfeng finally couldn't hold it back, let out a loud shout, kicked his hind legs, and rushed towards Song Zheng. As he ran, one of his guns was tucked away on his side, while the other was tipped down, kicking up a cloud of dust on the ground.

Song Zheng still stood there quietly, the corners of his mouth turned up, and his eyes widened a little. He didn't look at the other man's gun, but stared into the other's eyes, immersing his mind in the other's eyes, intending to find something out of them.

The eyes are the windows of the soul, reflecting the fears and thoughts in the heart. For martial arts practitioners, what they think in their hearts, whether they take the next step or not, can be reflected in their eyes. And when you are competing, the changes in your eyes will show the strength, direction and inner fluctuations of your hands.

By looking directly into the other person's eyes, you can not only understand some information, but also convey your emotions to the other person: anger, contempt or ridicule, if it can cause the other person's mood to fluctuate and change the preset attack plan in the other person's mind, then it is the best.

A contest of skills has never been a pure contest of skills, but to a large extent a psychological warfare.

Long Zhanfeng's speed is not particularly fast, but the distance of a few zhang is also in the blink of an eye. A gun on it stabbed out instantly, hitting Song Zheng's chest.

At the moment when the other party's eyes changed slightly, Song Zheng retreated two feet in a leisurely stroll, and then stood up again. The gun instantly arrived less than half a foot away from Song Zheng.

Seeing that Song Zheng was about to be pierced, everyone in the audience exclaimed. However, the gun suddenly retracted. The other gun below did not continue to attack, but retracted the foot, and Long Zhanfeng himself also stood still, resuming the frame of the two guns.

The expected fight did not come, and the scene actually froze the time of a breath, which seemed quite strange. For Song Zheng, this is a very mysterious feeling, at the moment when Long Zhanfeng took out the gun, he had already felt the other party's gun intent and predicted the trajectory of the gun. He only reacted subconsciously, but it made everything look like it had been rehearsed by both sides for a long time.

When this kind of scene appeared, Long Zhanfeng had an indescribable uncomfortable energy. He received a message from Lang Boyan last night: Song Zheng is good at close attack and his body is extremely flexible, so he must not be allowed to get close to him when fighting with him, and don't deceive him within five feet, otherwise he will not be able to block.

Because of this, Long Zhanfeng rushed over when he had to attack just now, but he had already defended it in his heart. So, he defended with one gun underneath and the other stabbed out, ready to prevent the opponent from getting close at any time.

Although Long Zhanfeng's movements are very beautiful, they are double guns, dust, and the momentum is huge, but he has left his back hand. Song Zheng heard the song and knew the elegant meaning, only took a step back, and everything was solved and disappeared.

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This embarrassing scene only stopped for a moment, and Long Zhanfeng was also a fierce general in a hundred battles, so he quickly adjusted. After a loud shout, two silver spears rose into the air, and they swept Song Zheng in both directions, one facing Song Zheng's neck, and the other swept towards his waist.

No matter jumping up or squatting, Song Zheng couldn't dodge these two guns. As for retreating, Song Zheng didn't think about it at all. Besides, Long Zhanfeng's strong fighting spirit erupted out of chagrin made Song Zheng realize that as soon as he retreated, he would immediately lose his position, and Long Zhanfeng would definitely set off an offensive frenzy.

So, at the moment when the two guns were about to arrive, Song Zheng also let out a clear whistle and made an extremely astonishing action: he jumped up about four feet high, tilted his head back, raised his feet high, twisted his waist hard, and his body not only turned sideways, but also rolled up in mid-air like a piece of wood, facing the double guns.

Song Zheng was in mid-air, and with a brush, the tips of the two silver glue guns, one swept over the bridge of Song Zheng's nose, and the other swept over the corners of his sagging clothes, which was simply thrilling.

It's too late, it's fast. Long Zhanfeng's body turned half a circle with the momentum of the gun. However, without waiting for the gun to run out, he forcibly shook his wrist, withdrew a gun below, and took advantage of Song Zheng's unstable foothold, twisted his wrist and stabbed it, neither high nor low, and directly took Song Zheng down. Immediately afterwards, a gun from the top of the half-circle stabbed out of Long Zhanfeng's shoulder, piercing Song Zheng's left eye socket.

What a fast gun! Song Zheng secretly praised. He quickly turned sideways, pouted his buttocks, and leaned his head forward, and the whole person was in an S shape.

Long Zhanfeng stabbed out his two guns, and he turned around, only to find that one of the two guns was under Song Zheng's abdomen, and the other was above the back of Song Zheng's neck, and they both went to the empty place.

What kind of martial arts competition is this, it's clearly juggling!

After roaring a few times in succession, he danced the two guns, like hot wheels, raising the shadow of the guns in the sky, the cold light was shining, the bright spots were sparkling, and under the sunlight, it was extremely dazzling.

Song Zheng narrowed his eyes into a slit, capturing and sensing the trajectory of the silver Jiao gun! Song Zheng, who was also dressed in white, turned into a wind, swimming and frolicking among the shadows of the gun, teasing the silver spear behind him from time to time. No matter how hard the silver spear tried, it couldn't hit that wind.

Swimming in the shadow of the other party's gun, Song Zheng brought the flexibility of his body to the extreme. He is like a swimming fish, playing in the wind and waves to his heart's content. This kind of mysterious and mysterious feeling made Song Zheng enjoy it so much that he sometimes even closed his eyes.

Off the field, Zhang Chong, Zu Jie and a group of Daqi soldiers were fascinated by it, while Lang Boyan and a cadre of Shu generals were shocked and dumbfounded. They never imagined that the famous generals of their side in the Shu Realm would not even be able to catch the other party's figure! Long Zhanfeng makes it a double gun! Once the dance starts, although it is difficult to say that the water cannot be splashed, it is difficult for a dozen people to get close. And Song Zheng can come and go freely in the shadow of the gun with a pair of legs, what a skill!

Lang Boyan had already stood up from his seat, he was half-bowed, clenched his two fists, and his mouth opened several times in a row, but he didn't make a sound. He really wanted to shout to stop, because it would be completely humiliating to continue, however, every now and then, Long Zhanfeng's gun seemed to hit Song Zheng, making the sound he was about to rush out of the mouth stop again.

After a long time, Lang Boyan realized that his actions were too funny, and he finally made up his mind to stop this meaningless fight. At this moment, only a loud roar of "dang" was heard, and there were amazing changes on the field.