Chapter 33

Seeing Zhao Kuo say this, King Zhao nodded and said: "That's fine, you have to fight well, if you make the widow satisfied, there will be a heavy reward." ”

"The king, the wooden sword is light and very uncomfortable, I implore the king to allow us to use the iron sword to compete, so that we can bring our respective martial arts to the extreme." Hou Ling saw that King Zhao nodded, and immediately got up and said, he looked at the sword fight between Zhao Kuo and Lu Nan very seriously just now, Zhao Kuo's cunning made him deeply vigilant, especially the kung fu of both hands and feet is much more powerful than Lu Nan, if you use a wooden sword to compete, Zhao Kuo will definitely take advantage, and it will be different if you change the iron sword, in the face of sharp blades, does Zhao Kuo still dare to use his legs and feet to block?

Zhao Kuo said with a smile: "Great King, what Hou Ling said is very right, Zhao Kuo also wants to learn the real swordsmanship, please ask the king for permission." ”

King Zhao hesitated and looked at Zhao Hao, the competition of real swords and guns is several times stronger than the danger of the wooden sword battle, once Zhao Kuo loses, Zhao Hao will definitely be sad, when he saw that Zhao Hao did not show any inappropriateness, he immediately said: "Okay, the widow agreed, Zhao Liang, take the widow's sword to Zhao Kuo." ”

Zhao Liang came to Zhao Kuo with King Zhao's imperial sword, and said in a very low voice: "Young Master Kuo, don't let the king down!" "Zhao Liang has followed King Zhao for nearly thirty years, and has a certain understanding of King Zhao, this royal sword lent to Zhao Kuo, which is equivalent to King Zhao personally fighting the sword, which is the meaning of Xu Sheng's not allowed to lose, on the other hand, it also shows that King Zhao attaches great importance to Zhao Kuo, if Zhao Kuo wins this battle, then Zhao Kuo's weight in King Zhao's mind will be greatly increased.

Zhao Kuo took the sword and nodded, and said to Hou Ling, "Please!" ”

Hou Ling didn't say anything, after the sword was unsheathed, he shouted and ran to Zhao Kuo, for a while, the cold light was everywhere, the people who watched were dazzled, and the insiders immediately stared at him, this is Hou Ling's real strength! Lian Liru's face changed greatly when she saw it, if she faced Hou Ling who was going all out at the beginning, she was afraid that it would have been over a long time ago, and she couldn't help but be a little scared when she thought of it.

After the wooden sword turned into an iron sword, the performative sword fighting has become a decisive battle involving life and death, Zhao Kuo saw Hou Ling who exposed his strength, and he also regretted it a little, Hou Ling's strength was much stronger than the superb and noble two, both speed and footwork were the strongest opponents Zhao Kuo had encountered so far.

Hou Ling's explosive power is incomparable, the simple footwork and the angle of the sword seem to be able to condense the strength of the whole body, so that all the strength is condensed in one point, the attack is as fast as lightning, and it does not give Zhao Kuo time to think at all, and wants to defeat Zhao Kuo on the spot with the first wave of explosion.

Zhao Kuo couldn't retreat, if he retreated because of dodging, then Hou Ling's momentum would be unstoppable, and the next situation would be even more difficult, until Hou Ling's sword pierced his body, Zhao Kuo, who wanted to understand this, sneered, and shook the sword in his hand, and the scabbard shot towards Hou Ling's face like a bullet out of the chamber.

According to the speed of both sides, Hou Ling's sword can certainly pierce Zhao Kuo's body, but the scabbard will also shoot Hou Ling's head, which is completely a situation of one life for one life, of course Hou Ling will not accept such a result, the sword in his hand turned into a straight line into an arc, and the scabbard thrown by Zhao Kuo was flying.

Zhao Kuo wanted this effect, his slender legs swept out, and his armed calves swept on Hou Ling's buttocks, only to hear a "bang", Hou Ling was swept out three steps away, and he stumbled before he stopped.

There was thunderous cheers in the hall, although Zhao Kuo used his legs and feet, there was no doubt that he had the upper hand and pressed the Wei people, how could he not make them excited!

Hou Ling suffered a small loss, the pain on his buttocks was hot, and his face was hot, he shook the sword in his hand and put on a good posture, on the one hand, he waited for Zhao Kuo's back, and on the other hand, he also wanted to make his butt feel better.

Zhao Kuo restrained Hou Ling's momentum, his heart was happy, the sword stepped forward and made a false move, seeing Hou Ling take another step back, he immediately turned the virtual into reality, like a swift leopard grabbing Hou Ling's side, the sword stabbed out more than a dozen swords in a row, turning into more than a dozen poisonous snakes and spitting out letters, which can be described as both offensive and defensive.

Hou Ling couldn't see through Zhao Kuo's routine, and he had to be careful of Zhao Kuo's legs, so he couldn't take a step back, so that the shouts and cheers in the hall were even higher.

Wei Yuanji's brows were tightly wrinkled together, Hou Ling was the most powerful swordsman beside him, although he was not ranked in the top ten in Wei State, but he was also known as superior in strength, but he didn't expect to come to Zhao Guo but was messed up by a half-sized man, I am afraid that there is still a worry about life, if Hou Ling is really injured or killed, the loss of such a powerful subordinate is certainly heartbreaking, and the face of Wei people may also be lost to grandma's house.

Hou Ling seemed to sense Wei Yuanji's worries, changed his strategy to attack and defend, and the sword momentum suddenly flourished, and most of them were unexpected sword angles, which finally contained Zhao Kuo's arrogance.

Of course, Zhao Kuo knows that Hou Ling's sword path is light and treacherous, and it is a fluke that he can beat Hou Ling by surprise, and now that Hou Ling has reacted, then he has to give up the fast attack and win with his strength, the biggest gain he received from the battle with the big man Lu Nan just now is that his strength is outstanding, compare, even if the two Hou Ling are not as big as his strength, of course he wants to attack the enemy's shortcomings with his own strength.

Hou Ling, who had just recovered his disadvantage, suddenly felt great pressure, and the sword and Zhao Kuo's sword exchanged blows twice, each time it was a real fight, which also made Hou Ling understand what it means to be strong, in terms of strength, he is too much behind Zhao Kuo.

Zhao Kuo's plan succeeded, and he immediately deepened his strategy, forcing Hou Ling to fight hard with him step by step. After a hard knock, Hou Ling was sweaty by Zhao Kuo, beads of sweat dripped down his face, and Hou Ling, who was known for his endurance and tenacity, was a little overwhelmed in the face of Zhao Kuo, who seemed to be born with divine power.

Zhao Kuo is also very tired, two battles in a row have greatly damaged his strength, but victory in sight makes him have no reason to rest, once Hou Ling is given a chance to breathe, it will be difficult to create such a situation, so Zhao Kuo rushed forward regardless of it, each sword concentrated the strength of the whole body, and King Zhao's imperial sword was already full of openings, which shows how hard Zhao Kuo has worked. (Exclusive work, please indicate if it is illegally reprinted)

Hou Ling's hand holding the sword was full of blood, the tiger's mouth was cracked, not to mention, the cracks of his nails were bleeding, and the arm holding the sword was numb, he felt that he could resist ten swords at most, and after ten swords, he would have to be slaughtered by Zhao Kuo, Hou Ling was not afraid of death, but he couldn't afford to lose, he represented the warriors of the Wei State, and even if he lost, he had to lose better.

Zhao Kuo saw that Hou Ling's strain speed slowed down suddenly, and knew that the time had come to distinguish the winner and loser, he held the hilt of the imperial sword with both hands, and jumped up with force under his feet, wanting to give Hou Ling a force to split Huashan, and not splitting Hou Ling in half would be considered his strength.

"Bell."

Zhao Kuo's sword slashed on Hou Ling's sword, and Hou Ling's sword broke in response, but what happened next made Zhao Kuo stand on the spot, a little stunned.