Feng Daihuo also took the coiling dragon stick from the guard, stepped forward and hugged his fist at Xue Wanche, holding the stick in one hand, and staring at Xue Wanche silently and attentively.

Xue Wanche held the horse plastic in his hand and shook his hands, pointed diagonally forward, and shouted: "Little grandfather, please!" ”

Feng Daihuo didn't know what politeness was, he was born with divine power, he liked to hit hard the most, and he picked up the coiling dragon stick with one hand and hit the head with a stick, and "whew" and slashed down.

Xue Wanche saw a stick coming towards him, and the sound of breaking the air was loud, and he didn't want to force it and hurriedly flashed to the side.

He knew that Feng Daihuo was born with divine power, and he had been taught by Feng Daiwen that he would give up to nine points of strength, leaving some spare strength, and when he hit the stick, he immediately changed his moves and swept before the stick landed.

Xue Wanche couldn't dodge, so he had no choice but to wave Ma Su to meet him and make a hard move, and then his face couldn't help but change, his hands were numb, and he secretly said with great strength.

Feng Dai Huopan Dragon Stick collided with the weapons of both sides, and without waiting for it to bounce back, he immediately accelerated hard and swept with another blow.

Xue Wanche saw the long stick swept at a faster speed, so he had to hold the horse plastic with both hands, only to hear a loud sound of the "bell", his arms involuntarily numb, and he took two steps back.

Feng Daihuo withdrew the long stick, took a step forward, and it was an unreasonable move to split Huashan head.

Xue Wanche hadn't recovered his breath yet, when he heard a loud cry, and peeked at the long stick in front of him, he had to raise the horse lance to parry with a burst of fire in the way of raising fire to the sky.

"Bang!" There was a dull loud noise, and Xue Wanche was even worse this time, and he took five steps backwards one after another.

Feng Dai was so unforgiving, he rushed forward a few steps, holding the stick in both hands, and he was the first to hit the stick.

No wonder it is said that the knife of the year, the moon stick, which has the upper hand with the stick and the strength is superior, it is unreasonable to fight and only need to sweep, and the fierce slash is, and the enemy will only have the share of parrying.

Xue Wanche exerted all his strength and leaned over violently, only listening to the click! With a bang, the horse fell on his shoulder, and one of them sat down on the ground unsteadily.

Listening to the sound, it should be the shoulder bone, and the fine iron horse lance turned into a stringless bow and fell aside.

"Fifth brother, stop!" Feng Daiwen hurriedly shouted, it doesn't matter if you win, it will be a bit troublesome if everyone loses and you still die, after all, in front of everyone, people are terrible, and Xue Wanche is still a general of the imperial court.

Feng Daihuo put away the coiling dragon stick and walked back silently to stand behind Feng Daiwen.

"Good! Very good! Li Yuanji had a gloomy and ugly face, and said distortedly: "Feng Duwei, Brother Ling has already compared, shouldn't we also start." ”

Li Yuanji was really cold by nature, and he didn't ask Xue Wanche on the ground, so he provoked Feng Daiwen again, and in the end, Li Shimin ordered someone to carry him down for treatment.

Feng Daiwen shook his head secretly, it seems that the prince's failure is not without reason, how can he not fail with such a person around him, and looked at Li Yuanji with pity: "The last general is afraid of hurting the prince, and the last general can't afford to pay the responsibility." ”

Li Yuanji said angrily: "You can rest assured that so many ministers and the King of Qin are here to testify, and it is your ability to hurt this king, and you don't have to be responsible!" Then he told the guards to fetch the lance.

"The prince has an order, and the last general should accompany him", Feng Daiwen saw that Li Yuanji was so forced, so he was not to be outdone.

Feng Daihuo handed over Feng Daiwen's two-handed narrow-bladed arc knife from behind, Feng Daiwen took the knife, danced a knife flower casually, bent down to pick up the horse lance that Xue Wanche had dropped on the ground, and waved his right hand lightly twice, without a sound, and the horse lance was broken into three sections.

Li Yuanji's face couldn't help but change greatly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he was startled by the sharpness of the long knife.

Feng Daiwen shook his head and said, "It's too sharp, it's not good to hurt King Qi!" ”

He handed the knife to Feng Daihuo and said, "Fifth brother, go and fetch that pair of frightening streams." ”

Li Yuanji's face turned red and ugly, and he said stiffly: "This king doesn't need you to let me." ”

Feng Daihuo nodded, turned around and left. After a while, each hand carried a black stream over, the body of the stream was dark, about 1 meter long, and there was a black dragon coiled on it, which was a little larger than the ordinary stream.

Feng Daiwen took the double gong and said: "King Qi be careful, this stream is called the Soul Twin Hammer, forged by the meteorite iron outside the sky, a single stream weighs 15 catties and 6 taels, and each stream has two mixed round iron galls, which can burst out loudly when wielded, so it is called the Soul Twin Hammer." ”

In fact, Feng Daiwen didn't finish speaking, when the iron gall is wielded, it can increase the weight of the front of the stream, and it is more labor-saving when it is retracted, the hollow stream body, the solid stream handle, and the opponent does not have such a big shock when the weapon hits.

Li Shimin and the others couldn't help nodding secretly when they saw Feng Daiwen saying in such detail, and Kong Yida and other Confucians couldn't help but nod and said, "This son has the style of a gentleman." ”

Li Yuanji couldn't help but purse his mouth with a cold face when he heard these discussions, whispered, pretending to be a ghost, and then shouted to Feng Daiwen: "It's okay to start." ”

Feng Daiwen carried the stream in his left hand and drooped in his right hand, and crossed his chest with his right hand, and said, "Lord Wang, please!" ”