Chapter 372: A Tough Opponent (Medium)

After the first temptation, the tall martial arts knew that he couldn't fight hard with the other party (read the full text of the quick knife cut). Besides, the whistle stick itself is heavier than the gun, and if you fight hard, you will suffer a greater loss. However, he did not show weakness. I saw him squirm with a gunshot, "Look at the gun!" The gun was like a poisonous dragon, reaching the throat of the other party, and the speed was three points faster than just now.

Humpty Dumpty Wuju smiled, held the stick with both hands, and quickly knocked towards the tip of the opponent's gun.

The tall martial arts move forward instead of retreating, as if he was going to send the gun to the opponent's sentry stick. The short and fat scholar was naturally not polite, and the strength in his hand increased a few points. Seeing that the guns and sticks were about to intersect again, the tip of the tall martial arts spear suddenly sank, and he walked a large arc in front of the opponent, and when the tip of the gun sank below the lower abdomen of the short and fat scholar, he quickly picked it up to the left and pierced the opponent's arm holding the stick.

If he hits this pick, the short and fat scholar's whistle stick will not be able to hold it.

"Good time!" The Humpty Dumpty scholar snorted violently, and after taking a sharp step back, the whistle stick was actually retracted, so that it stuck to the crook of his arm. The tip of the tall martial arts gun was the rod, and with a wrist sound, it directly swung the rod into the air.

At this time, Humpty Dumpty Wuju was in front of him, the empty door was wide open, and the tall Wuju forcibly endured the feeling of soreness in his hand, retracted the gun, and quickly pierced it into the chest of Humpty Dumpty. Seeing that he was about to succeed, Humpty Dumpty Wuju held his wooden stick high and quickly turned around on the spot to his left. The gun was pressed against his ribs and went under his armpit.

Thanks to the fact that the gun is bald, if it is pointed, it will not tear the clothes of the short and fat Wuju, and even hurt the ribs, which can be described as extremely thrilling.

After dodging this shot, Humpty Dumpty Wuju immediately regained his breath, and before the tall Wuju gun could be withdrawn, the whistle stick immediately slashed down, and with a move Mount Tai pressed the top, and went straight to the head of the tall Wuju. If it is smashed this time, it will be a brain-shattering ending. There was an immediate exclamation from the sidelines.

The short scholar's eyes sparkled with coldness, and he didn't mean to stop at all. Obviously, in order to advance, he did not hesitate to kill the opponent. In the eyes of outsiders, this martial arts competition is too violent, and it directly kills people! Even watching some of the martial arts of the competition, the color changed slightly.

However, Song Zheng and Gu Zhengjie and other masters have not changed their faces, and the tall martial arts are far from the point of exhaustion (eavesdropping eyes read the full text).

Sure enough, the tall martial arts kicked the ground suddenly, did not retreat but advanced, followed the forward gun, and directly hit Humpty Dumpty Wuju, and at the same time held the handle of the gun in his left hand and lifted it up, going to the opponent's wrist so that the wooden stick could not fall, and his left fist was waved without hesitation, wanting to hit the Humpty Dumpty scholar's face.

The short and fat scholar couldn't draw his hand, so he immediately strengthened it. His strength was already greater, but this time, the tall martial artist couldn't hold back with one hand, so he had to withdraw his left fist and resist it with both hands.

"Ho!" The short and fat scholar roared again, and he actually bent over the tall martial arts. As a last resort, he had to step back slightly, grasp the handle of the gun with both hands, and sink to his chest. The two sticks of the guns were pressed together, and the guns were horizontal and vertical, in the shape of a cross, and they were pressed against the chest of the tall martial artist. The faces of the two people, less than two feet apart, were both blushing and thick-necked, obviously straining. Because the handle of the gun was made of ash pole and elastic, while the whistle stick was a thick wooden rod, the body of the gun became an arc, and gradually leaned against the body of the tall martial artist.

After holding each other for a while, the tall martial arts with a little less strength knew that he couldn't fight the opponent's strength with his own shortcomings, condensed the strength of his whole body, shouted violently, strengthened his arms, pushed the opponent's whistle stick away a little, and then dodged to the side.

The short and fat scholar who was strengthening was unable to regain his momentum for a while, and his body threw forward. The tall martial artist would be polite, and with a swing of the gun handle with both hands, he struck the side and back of the short and fat bookmaker.

The short and fat scholar stumbled and threw himself on the ground. Although the left side of his back was burning and painful, he dared not stay. As soon as he touched the ground, he rolled hard, dodging the second attack of the tall martial arts—the tip of the spear, which was piercing the open space beside him.

When the tall Wuju's gun came again, Humpty Dumpty Wuju lay on the ground facing up, holding the tip of the opponent's gun with a whistle stick.

With such a good opportunity, the tall martial arts will not let go, not to mention that the other party is lying on the ground and swinging a stick, which is not very convenient. In an instant, the tall martial arts raised their guns like dragons, and one shot after another quickly pierced the short and fat martial arts, and the guns did not leave the vital point of the chest and abdomen (the kung fu superstar of martial arts). Humpty Dumpty Wuju had no chance to get up at all except for struggling to resist.

Finally, after more than 20 shots, Humpty Dumpty Wuju finally couldn't resist it, and hurriedly shouted, "admit defeat"! At the moment when these two words were shouted, the tip of the tall martial arts spear was already close to his throat.

At this time, the short and fat scholar was gray-faced and looked extremely embarrassed. The tall martial arts are no better, his face is pale due to excessive exertion, sweating profusely, panting, and his hands are trembling.

When Baihu announced that the tall martial arts had won, Humpty Dumpty Wuju got up from the ground, hugged his fist at the other party, and walked back dejectedly. The tall martial artist shook his arm and saluted the other party back, and after taking a few long breaths, his face was filled with joy.

This fight is not long, but it can be called thrilling. The tall martial arts attack first, but it is the short and fat martial arts that have the upper hand. Seeing that the tall martial arts were invincible, Humpty Dumpty Wuju accidentally ate the opponent's shake, was swept by the opponent and lay on the ground on his back, and never had a chance to turn over until he was defeated.

"Victory and defeat change hands in an instant, this competition is really sloppy!" Song Zheng sighed in a low voice.

"It's a pity for this fat man," Gu Zhengjie accosted, "If you talk about killing the enemy in battle, this fat man is definitely a good hand, and he must kill more than the tall one." ”

Song Zheng glanced at Gu Zhengjie and shook his head.

"What, surnamed Song, you don't agree with my statement?" Gu Zhengjie asked with a glare.

"Let's fight, personal force is only the first step, the important thing is to choose generals, that is, the ability to command troops. If you give each of you a squad of fifty people, this short and fat martial artist may not be able to beat the tall one. Don't you know that one general is incompetent and exhausts thousands of troops. ”

"Hey, my dad used to say that." Gu Zhengjie muttered, and immediately realized that something was wrong, so he immediately puffed up his chest and said, "So what, these two guys just now can't beat me together (Infinite Bloody Evolution)." ”

The corners of Song Zheng's mouth curled, this Gu Zhengjie was a little interesting, comparing himself with his father, but he still added, "Brother Gu's bravery is also famous in this martial arts, and Song has long been like thunder." ”

"Hey, read a lot of books? Speak in a crepe. Gu Zhengjie grinned, "By the way, I heard that there is a kid in Shandong Road Wuju, or Wenju." Wouldn't it be you? ”

Song Zheng nodded and smiled, "It's just that!" ”

"Sure enough, it's you?" Gu Zhengjie looked Song Zheng up and down again, "You made those guys in Gyeonggi Province deflated?" ”

"It's just a little misunderstanding, I didn't expect it to reach Brother Gu's ears, this is really a tiger for three people." Song Zheng has his own measure, and it is okay to offend Dong Mingyan alone, but he can't compete with the martial arts of the entire Gyeonggi Province, it is purely uncomfortable.

Gu Zhengjie pouted, "You, you're really not cool at all." ”

Song Zheng smiled and didn't say anything.

On the field, a pair of martial arts have been changed, one with a knife and the other with a stick, and the fight is impressive. A quarter of an hour later, the winner was decided. The winner is happy, and the loser has a bitter face, and he is still a little unconvinced.

Then, a pair of martial arts were changed to the field, this pair fought fiercely, and a Fujian Road martial artist was defeated by discounting his arm, and immediately rushed to the sidelines to heal his bones.

Song Zheng looked at it and summarized his experience at the same time. Looking for its advantages, it is more about its shortcomings. In his opinion, although these martial arts are very fierce, there is still a trace of machinery in the moves, which is the result of a lack of actual combat experience. After all, Daqi has not fought a big battle for so many years, and these martial arts have never been on the real battlefield. Even those who are flexible in their body are the same, and they are also inferior in terms of advancing and retreating, dodging, and false moves.

Another point is that these people pay too much attention to the weapons in their hands, but rarely use their fists and feet (begging to live in the world full read). You know, when you are close to the body, your fists and kicks are often more useful than your weapons. In particular, long weapons may become a burden if they are not used properly.

After analyzing the gains and losses, Song Zheng smiled dumbly. It is estimated that no one in these martial arts has participated in so many tragic life-and-death battles like himself, and no one has put so much effort into hand-to-hand combat.

Insiders look at the doorway, and laymen look at the liveliness. The rich boys on the sidelines applauded constantly, and from time to time they made some comments about this trick and that trick. Some people still couldn't hold back and danced with the fighters on the field. There were also people who clenched their fists and shouted, "Hit him on the head" and "cut off his waist", as if they were going to fight in person.

Xu Mingxuan is one of them. As long as this guy doesn't talk about the bad things of the Xu family, he usually thinks of himself as a romantic gentleman. However, since he learned about the fight between Song Zheng and Yang Dong, and Xu Dengcheng was unknowingly made a waste by Song Zheng, Xu Mingxuan's interest in kung fu has greatly increased. On the way to Jiangning, from time to time, he had to let Song Zheng pass him both hands. It's a pity that Song Zheng was pondering archery at that time, so he had no choice but to send him to Lu Hong.

Although Xu Mingxuan knew that he was not a martial arts student, he was still interested, and he was all happy to practice martial arts. This is somewhat similar to Song Zheng's cousin Fang Dingping.

The competition on the field was one after another, and after Gu Zhengjie was silent for a while, he took the initiative to talk to Song Zheng, he was quite curious about Song Zheng, and he seemed to ask about something. If you talk about competition, Song Zheng may not necessarily be better than Gu Zhengjie. But if you move your mouth, the ten Gu Zhengjie combined, are not Song Zheng's opponents.

Song Zheng smiled secretly in his heart, I didn't force you, you asked for it. As a result, Gu Zhengjie didn't find anything, but Song Zheng asked a lot of questions. Song Zheng always used two sentences of compliments to keep asking Gu Zhengjie to comment on the opponents on the field and analyze the gains and losses of each move. Song Zheng also judged Gu Zhengjie's kung fu path and real strength from this.

However, with Gu Zhengjie's comments, Song Zheng was also secretly surprised, this Gu Zhengjie is really a powerful person.