Chapter Eighty-Seven: Chest Attack

"Kuo Gongzi, the slave family has heard for a long time that your swordsmanship is outstanding, and in Handan, he defeated the swordsman Hou Ling in one fell swoop. Long Yangjun thought about it, instead of letting Xinlingjun propose a fight, it was better to choose an opponent by himself, and only Zhao Kuo was present who did not have a deep contradiction with him, so he could only continue to trouble Zhao Kuo.

When Zhao Kuo heard that Long Yangjun was looking for him again, he couldn't help but be angry, and he agreed very happily, but he had already made up his mind in his heart, he had to let Long Yangjun make a fool, lest he make Long Yangjun think that he was a stupid boy, and anyone could call him.

Xin Lingjun saw Mrs. Ruji's gesture, and he was happy that he finally had the opportunity to frustrate Long Yangjun's momentum, and was about to let the accompanying swordsmen appear, but he didn't expect Long Yangjun to be smart, and he chose the most harmless opponent Zhao Kuo, which made Xin Lingjun feel bored.

"Boy Kuan, you might as well teach this fake girl a lesson." Xin Lingjun whispered when Zhao Kuo got up: "Otherwise, he still thinks that we are all pawns at his mercy!" ”

While Zhao Kuo nodded, he muttered in his heart that you believe that Lingjun is not a good bird, otherwise why would Long Yangjun always talk about you! While thinking, he went to the wall to get a wooden sword, danced twice, felt that it was quite a good hand, and said to Long Yangjun: "Your Majesty, please." ”

Han Zhao Wei originally belonged to a family, there are many similarities in folk customs, martial arts are all the rage, at this time seeing Long Yangjun and Zhao Kuo to fight swords, everyone's interest has increased greatly, someone has already come to clean up in front of the hall, waiting for the two to appear.

Long Yangjun is also a wooden sword in his hand, the momentum of the whole person has changed, it can be called heroic, and it is also the first to strike strongly, the wooden sword is like a dancing fairy after the chest, around Zhao Kuo circled, looking at the action, the sword dance is better than the sword, and it is not even a competition.

"Tuk."

Zhao Kuo's fingers flicked on the wooden sword, which slowed down Long Yangjun's movements, in the eyes of others, Long Yangjun's sword posture was very wonderful, but Zhao Kuo, who was in the game, felt a hint of threat, he felt that once Long Yangjun took the initiative, he was bound to fall into Long Yangjun's sword array, it seems that Long Yangjun is worthy of being a disciple of Meng Sheng, the great son of the Mo family, and the height of swordsmanship is extraordinary.

Long Yangjun snorted lightly, he didn't expect Zhao Kuo to see through the essence of his swordsmanship at a glance, which inevitably aroused his competitive spirit, and with a twist of his body, the wooden sword first circled around him, and then like a rocket filled with fuel, it suddenly stabbed towards Zhao Kuo's body, he didn't forget that this was a sparring, and what he stabbed was not Zhao Kuo's key point.

Long Yangjun's graceful sword posture attracted a burst of applause, not to mention the side, Longyang Jun is more delicate than flowers, and his swordsmanship is more feminine, which is indeed very ornamental.

Zhao Kuo saw him stabbing with a sword, shouted loudly, waved the wooden sword in his hand and slashed at Long Yangjun's head, using the sword as a sword, this time it was like lightning and stone fire, full of masculinity, in stark contrast to Long Yangjun's soft swordsmanship.

Long Yang Jun Yinling smiled and said, "Does Gongzi want to abolish the slave family?" As he spoke, his figure fluttered for a while, as if he had a spring under his feet, and he avoided Zhao Kuo's sharp blow in two consecutive jumps, and continued his beautiful offensive from another direction. (Signed works, please indicate if illegally reprinted)

Zhao Kuo and Long Yangjun fought for a while, and gradually figured out Long Yangjun's sword path, he still has experience in dealing with this kind of light and spirit-based swordsmanship, Lian Liru was good at using this kind of sword moves, but Lian Liru's two strokes compared with Long Yangjun, the difference is too much, if Lian Liru meets Long Yangjun, it is estimated that it is not the enemy of Longyang Jun.

Long Yangjun found that although he strengthened his offensive a little, Zhao Kuo still seemed to be at ease, and no matter how fast the sword move, Zhao Kuo could dodge it, which made Long Yangjun feel a chill in his heart, could it be that Zhao Kuo's strength was stronger than him?

Zhao Kuo didn't know what Long Yangjun was thinking, seeing that Long Yangjun's several rather subtle sword moves were resolved by himself, he was no longer interested in playing with Long Yangjun, when he saw Long Yangjun's wooden sword stabbing again, he suddenly shouted, and blocked Long Yangjun's wooden sword with the wooden sword in his hand, and his free left hand grabbed Long Yangjun's wooden sword at once, and his palm tightened and loosened, just like a cutting machine, grabbing Long Yangjun's wooden sword into sawdust.

Long Yangjun looked at the sawdust scattered all over the ground in disbelief, and then looked at the hilt of the sword left in his hand, until Zhao Kuo's elbow was about to hit him, he didn't react, but his chest was still hit by Zhao Kuo, and he stumbled before he could stand firm.

Zhao Kuo was also stunned, because he hit Long Yangjun, and it hit his chest, it stands to reason that it should be hard there, but Zhao Kuo felt soft, Zhao Kuo firmly believed that it must be a woman's chest, could it be that Long Yangjun was really a natural shemale?

There was silence in the hall, Zhao Kuo's actions not only shocked Long Yangjun, but also shocked the other people present, although the wooden sword is not as good as the copper sword and iron sword, but it is not something that can be broken with hands, but Zhao Kuo did it, how could he not surprise them.

Wei Mu looked at the hustle and bustle beside him, meaning to ask it if he could do it like Zhao Kuo, seeing it smiling and nodding, he said softly: "Go and try Zhao Kuo's skills, once Zhao Kuo is instigated and used by Xinling Jun, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not endanger the safety of the king." ”

It couldn't hold back for a long time, he lost a lot of strength with Zhao Kuo just now, he was very unconvinced, he thought that he would not lose to Zhao Kuo in terms of strength, Huo Ran stood up and said: "It's itchy, I don't know if Kuo Gongzi is willing to appreciate his face?" He said this, but the person had already walked over, and it was clear that he had to fight.

Zhao Kuo can't ask for it, it is arrogant such an opponent can be met but not sought, although he tried to be stronger than it just now, but within a certain range, he believes that it is as arrogant as him, and he is still thinking about another person, that is, Zhu Hai under Xinling Jun, it is said that he is also known for his strength, if he compares it with Zhu Hai, then he can conclude that he has no opponent in terms of strength.

The same wooden sword, its noisy usage is very different from Long Yangjun, the two of them go to their own extremes, Long Yangjun is soft and light, and its arrogant swordsmanship can be called violent, like a raging tornado, wanting to pull out everything in front of him, as soon as he appeared on the stage, he created a little trouble for Zhao Kuo.

Zhao Kuo saw that it was really like an angry King Kong, he cheered, and the wooden sword in his hand attacked him, but the result was surprising, the two wooden swords that were twisted together were both broken into several sections, and the two of them were stunned by the hilt of the sword.