Shan Shiqi is an iron rod, he has fists and feet, but he is proficient in all eighteen weapons, and he is good at stick skills. When fighting on foot, he makes good use of swordsmanship, but he often uses a whistle stick in horse fighting.

Aru Bu held two fine iron plate axes, danced, and slashed the air, tiger and tiger, obviously quite heavy, showing this person's amazing strength.

However, if it is compared to strength, how can Shan Shiqi ever be afraid of others!

Boom...... Boom...... Boom...... The drum beat at the beginning of the competition sounded, and the two faced each other on horseback, heading straight for each other.

Looking at the riding skills alone, Shanshiqi has fallen behind. Arubu's riding skills can be described as superb, from the acceleration of the start to the meeting of the two, in just a dozen meters, the speed of the horse is brought into full play. This equestrian skill even Wu Qimai and others who watched the battle on the stage were ashamed of themselves.

With a bang, the axes and sticks struck each other and slammed into one place. This is a contest of force and force, a real impact, without a trace of fancy.

In an instant, the two passed by.

For a while, Shan Shiqi felt that the tiger's mouth was numb, and his arms ached faintly. Arubu was no better, although he relied on horse speed to exert his strength to the extreme, but in this round of the battle, he did not take much advantage, just look at his faintly trembling hands, you can know.

The two men each turned their horses' heads and prepared for the next round.

This round of the contest made Shan Shiqi deeply aware of his shortcomings. Arubu's strength should be inferior to him, but his people rely on the speed of the horse, but they can suppress him in strength.

With his mind racing, Shan Shiqi accelerated his horse while making sure that he would not collide hard.

Between the lightning and the fire, the two of them ran into another place, this time, Shan Shiqi dodged to avoid the chopping axe, and the stick whistle was like the wind, and the stick whistle greeted Aru to the mending door. Aru was shocked, an iron plate bridge, lying on his back on the horse's back, and he was able to dodge the blow of Shanshiqi.

Seeing that Shan Shiqi no longer collided with him, Aru Bu thought that the other party was afraid of his divine power, so he tried to suppress Shan Shiqi with his strength every time he flew like a horse. didn't know that his actions happened to fall into the trap of Shanshiqi.

In this way, after more than 20 rounds, under his repeated urging, Aru's mount was already snorting hot air from his nose, and the dripping horse sweat wet his mane, and his physical strength was greatly reduced. However, Shanshiqi's mount was deliberately maintained with abundant physical strength.

At this time, Arubu also realized that the situation was not good, but he had no way to recover.

So, in the next round of impact, Shanshiqi relied on his superb stick skills to entangle the opponent to the death.

Arubu's mount's physical strength was seriously reduced, and he couldn't get rid of Shanshiqi at all, so he had to fight with it. And once the two are entangled, Shanshiqi's superb stick skills can be brought into play.

But seeing that its stick is like lightning, as fast as thunder, and the rolling moves are like waves, endless. At the beginning, Arubu was able to parry and fight back, but as Shan Shiqi unfolded his stick, he slowly became clumsy, and finally was shot down by Shan Shiqi with a plate axe in his hand, and had to surrender and admit defeat.

Shanshiqi is murderous and domineering, but he is calm! In this battle, Wang Lun was very satisfied!

Shanshiqi finally won, and everyone in Liangshan cheered. The Jurchen people are gloomy, today's horse battle is different from last night's foot battle, last night's foot battle was lost, the Jurchens still have an excuse to find, but today's horse war is the strength of the Jurchens, and they were defeated by the other party in their own expertise.

"Humph!" The vulture's face was gloomy and he snorted coldly. Then he whispered a few words to the guards around him, and the guards turned away.

Wang Lun saw that Jin Wushu was angry, and smiled apologetically: "The noble warriors just conceded!" ”

Wang Lun looked at the Wushu reaction, his face did not move, his heart was like a mirror, knowing that the other party urgently needed a victory, and he would definitely use a killer weapon in the end.

Sure enough, as Wang Lun expected, in the second battle, the Jurchen fought with the Wushu heart to convince the beloved general A Libu. A martial arts is three points better than Arubu, and he is the first general under Wushu, and he is also a well-known general in the entire Jurchen.

Wushu originally planned to be the first formation by Aru, and Ah Li pressed the formation after the pad, but Alu lost the first battle, which disrupted the arrangement of Wushu, and in order to keep the second formation, Wushu had to send Ah Li to play.

Boom...... Boom...... Boom...... The drumbeat sounded again.

Yang Lin was armed with an iron spear, and Ah Libu's weapon was a pair of urn gold war hammers.

Ah Libu was ordered to be in danger, and as soon as he came up, he put on a desperate posture, his pair of urn gold war hammers were heavier than the pair of fine iron plate axes of Zhi Nai's brother, and they danced fiercely, Yang Lin's iron spear did not dare to touch it at all, so he had to rely on his flexible skills to dodge attacks.

Ah Libu learned the lesson of Arubu's failure, and a pair of urn gold war hammers not only greeted Yang Lin, but also greeted Yang Lin's crotch mount from time to time. In this way, Yang Lin had no way to avoid it, so he had to use the iron gun to block.

Coming and going, turning over and over, the war hammer in Ah Li's hand seemed to have a thousand solutions, and Yang Lin used all his skills to barely parry.

"Phew!"

The two sides went back and forth, and after more than ten rounds of fighting, Ah Libu suddenly shouted, and the urn gold war hammer in his hand suddenly exerted force, Yang Lin could not avoid it, and had to resist hard.

But hearing the sound of the 'bell', the iron gun in Yang Lin's hand flew out uncontrollably and landed on the ground.

The winner is decided!

For a while, the Jurchens erupted in enthusiastic cheers, and Ah Libu excitedly rode his horse and galloped wildly in the school field, and the hero generally accepted the applause of everyone.

Yang Lin returned to his camp a little decadently, and Wang Lun got up and patted him on the shoulder. "Victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, Brother Yang don't care about temporary gains and losses!"

Yang Lin's heart sank, and when he heard the words, he seemed to understand Wang Lun's good intentions. Xindao: I have a specialization in the art industry, but I still concentrate on being a detective!

With this failure, everyone in Liangshan knows the meaning of 'there are people outside the people, and there are mountains outside the mountains'. In particular, I saw the superb riding skills of Ah Libu and the two of them, and I couldn't help but bow down.

This time, at the invitation of the Golden Vulture, there were a total of ten battles.

In the next few competitions, everyone in Liangshan lost one after another, only Lu Zhishen, who played in the middle, won a victory, and the Jurchens gained again and again, and their arrogance was rising.

After nine competitions, the Jurchens won seven and lost two, sweeping away the shame of yesterday, and the Jurchens were at the top of the meeting, but they raised their eyebrows and smiled.

Seeing the last competition, Jin Wushu got up and asked Wang Lun to fight: "Wang Guanren's subordinates are full of talents, and they also have extraordinary means to come, so why don't you learn a thing or two from the next game!" ”

Wang Lun didn't want Jin Wushu to put the idea on him, so he smiled and said: "Lord Shilang has this Yaxing, and he is happy to accompany him!" ”

Lu Zhishen, Shan Shiqi and others were very excited when they saw that Wang Lun was going to take action in person.

Outside the school grounds, a richly dressed middle-aged man sat on a horse, surrounded by Jurchen warriors and envoys of various ethnic groups. His high cheekbones, slightly emaciated, his face was quite powerful, and his eyes were jīng shining, both wise and deceitful.

"What is the origin of this Song people? Why did you come here at this time? ”