Qin Santai's face was red and white for a while, and he suddenly stomped his feet and shouted: "You have a kind, wait for the uncle!" ”

He roared for a while and ran away in a panic, causing the scholars to laugh, Zheng Qingming covered his head and squeezed forward and hated: "Did you just run away?" It's so cheap for him! ”

Zhang Huan put the knife back into its sheath, glared at him and said, "Say it again!" It's caused by your open-mouthedness. ”

Zheng Qingming's face was full of shame, he lowered his head and said nothing, Zhang Huan couldn't bear to say anything about him, turned around and waved his hand to everyone: "We are entering Beijing to participate in the imperial examination, we should not be too indulgent, tonight is the end of the book, read the book that should be read, sleep when it should be bed, everyone disperse!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the hatch door 'slam!' The ground was kicked away, and dozens of guards poured in, all with excitement in their eyes and swords in their hands, and the soldiers, who had just been about to sleep, hurriedly got up and retreated to the wall.

At this time, the lady walked in slowly, she was still wearing a hat, the black veil covered her face, next to her, Qin Santai's eyes were fierce, he swept around the cabin, and finally stopped at Zhang Huan's body, he pointed and whispered to the young lady: "It's him!" ”

The young lady snorted and said in an unhappy tone, "Is that you?" How dare you force my men back with a sword! ”

Zhang Huan looked at her coldly and didn't say a word.

"You were the ones who hurt people first."

"We apologize!"

All the scholars were angry.

The young lady was disdainful, she turned her head to look at Qin Santai, and said with a faint smile: "The apology is just a nerd's doing, my guards never accept it, Miss Ben can accept the apology, but the attitude must be sincere, not perfunctory." ”

"This young lady, I drank two more glasses at the time, and I was dizzy......"

Zheng Qingming saw that the situation was serious, he hurriedly stood up and stammered and apologized, but Zhang Huan grabbed his arm and pulled him back, he glanced at the arrogant young lady, and said coldly: "Manly man, just do it, why apologize again and again!" ”

'Smack' in the cabin! Syllable! Two crisp applause rang out on the ground, and the young lady walked up to Zhang Huan and smiled softly: "Not bad! Apologizing wasn't enough, my guards wanted to save face. ”

Speaking of this, she burst into laughter and said in a cold tone: "It's very simple, my guards want to compete with you!" ”

Without waiting for Zhang Huan to express his position, Xin Lang behind him suddenly shouted loudly, "A sword is a sword, but what if we win?" ”

The woman tilted her head and said proudly: "If you win, you win, what should you do!" ”

Zhang Huan gave a thumbs up, "Well said, we accept the sword competition!" ”

He drew his knife out of its sheath and went up to meet it, the woman nodded slightly, turned around and waved her hand to a guard with a scar on his face, "Zhao San, you take the lead!" ”

The man named Zhao San was in his early thirties, with a slender body and extremely resilient muscles, and he stood up without saying a word, and his long sword was like a straight line, pointing at Zhang Huan.

"Take the king and the other, I'll come to this battle!"

Xin Lang grabbed Zhang Huan in one step, bowed to the other party and said, "Hexi Jiedu makes Xin Bailing, the son of Xin Yunjing. May you learn the art of swordsmanship! ”

Zhao San couldn't help but take a step back, looking at the master a little timidly, the light veil covered her expression, and saw that she made a murderous gesture without hesitation.

The sound of breaking the air in the cabin sounded, Zhao Sanzhi's sword pierced Xin Lang's throat like a cold light, clean and neat, without a little fancy, and in an instant, the sword blade stabbed Xin Bailing's throat, extremely fast, and the hearts of all the right scholars suddenly rose to the throat, you must know that the swords in the academy are all wooden swords, and they must not hurt anyone, but these guards are real swords and real guns, especially this Zhao San, knowing that Xin Bailing is the son of Xin Yunjing, he still dares to take the key point.

Xin Lang was not in a hurry, he shook his hand, and immediately pulled out seven sword flowers, like pear blossoms, dazzling, and the scholars on both sides exclaimed, "It's seven!" "The academy can not hurt people than the sword, the whole battle moves are complicated, to win the people, so every scholar has worked the moves, Xin Lang had a sword three months ago to pull out six sword flowers, so he is the leader in the academy, and today his swordsmanship has improved, actually pulled out seven sword flowers, the cabin suddenly thundered, cheers rang out.

Zhang Huan frowned, he thought that Xin Lang was born as a general, and he might be different, but now he is still using the academy swordsmanship that emphasizes performance and ignores actual combat, it seems that the martial arts of Longyou Academy are just a gimmick, and there is actually no difference between them and Jinyang Academy.

He couldn't help but sigh secretly, Xin Lang's swordsmanship is indeed very beautiful, but it's a pity that it's not practical, and it's too gentlemanly, so that the other party has time to ask for advice, if he pounces on it at the same time as signing up, he won't be so passive.

On the contrary, Zhao San's swordsmanship is simple and sharp, one sword after another, without giving the opponent a chance to breathe, and then look at those guards, all of them are full of disdain for Xin Lang's swordsmanship, Zhang Huan suddenly remembered Qin Santai's words, he was suspicious in his heart, the guards in front of him looked very much like the army, so who is this woman?

Just when Zhang Huan was thinking about the identity of the woman, Xin Lang had already begun to have a crisis, the other party ignored his moves, the sword stabbed at his vital point, Xin Lang blocked left and right, completely fell into passivity, and the soldiers on both sides fell silent, silently looking at the captain, all with a helpless face.

At this time, the soles of Xin Lang's feet slipped, and a flaw appeared in his chest, Zhao San let out a long roar, brushed the ground and stabbed a sword in the chest, just at the moment when the tip of the sword was about to stab the chest, Xin Lang suddenly slipped and turned around, and his body half squatted to avoid the sword, and the tip of the backhand sword was picked, and a move 'poisonous snake spit letters', stabbing the opponent's lower abdomen.

The scholars of Longyou Academy applauded again, this poisonous snake spit out letter is Xin Bailing's proud work, and he has never missed a shot.

But Zhang Huan felt that there was something that seemed wrong, but he couldn't say it for a while, he saw Zhao San smirk, and his face looked hideous and terrifying.

"Scars!"

Zhang Huan suddenly understood, and he shouted without thinking: "Bailing, hide!" ”

The abnormality is the scar on Zhao San's face, which shows that this person is very likely to fight with his life, and he will kill the enemy even if he is injured, Xin Lang's sword may not stab him to death, but his head and neck are exposed under the opponent's sword.

The shouting seemed to be too late, Zhao San really didn't dodge Xin Lang's belly piercing sword, but raised his sword and slashed at the back of his neck, and the scholars of Longyou Academy suddenly turned pale with fright, and even closed their eyes timidly.

But after all, Xin Lang got Zhang Huan's key reminder, and in a panic, he drew his sword and blocked it, and at the same time dived forward, so that the back of his neck avoided the blade of the sword, in order to escape for his life.

Perhaps it was really taboo Xin Lang's identity, Zhao San's sword suddenly stopped at the moment when it was about to cut into his back, and trampled him to the ground with one kick, the tip of the sword pressed against the back of Xin Lang's neck, and said coldly: "I won!" ”

"The sons who are powerless, do you want to continue to compete?"

The young lady walked over with her hands behind her back and said to Zhang Huan leisurely: "The swords under my hand are not decorations, they are used to kill!" ”

Zhang Huan stood up and said with a faint smile: "Wenzhi martial arts, each has its own strengths, although my martial arts are low, I don't know how to escape, even if I lose, I must do my best!" ”

After that, he handed Xin Lang to the scholar of Longyou Academy, drew his sword to meet him, Zhao San stepped across, he saw that the other party was wearing a Confucian robe, so he pointed at Zhang Huan's chest with the tip of his sword contemptuously and said: "Scholar, the sword is ruthless, if you are afraid, just abandon the knife, I will spare you this time." ”

But Zhang Huan's waist gradually straightened, his smile was full, he gently pulled out the horizontal knife, abandoned the sheath on the ground, and held the handle of the knife with both hands.

On the battlefield, instead of cumbersome tricks, it is better to have a simple knife, speed, strength, and momentum, which is the essence of knife skills, which is also the only knife technique that Zhang Huan has learned in the past ten years.

Zhang Huan's instantaneous change not only stunned the scholars, but even the guards and the woman were shocked by his momentum, where is this powerless scholar, it is clearly a murderous knife.

Zhao San was taken aback, he saw the ferocity, and hurriedly took a step back, wanting to make Zhang Huan hang in the air with a knife and block his momentum, but Zhang Huan's speed was too fast, his body just moved, and he saw that the cold shadow was wrapped in the wind, and the blade had reached the top of his head.

Zhao San was shocked, it was too late to stab Zhang Huan's empty door, he raised his sword without thinking, but his body fell to the left.

'Click! The sword struck at the blade, and he cut the sword in two, and then the blade struck him by the neck.

Zhao San's center of gravity has been lost, he can no longer dodge, he has felt the stinging pain of the knife in his neck, he instinctively shrunk his neck, closed his eyes and waited for death, just at the moment when the knife and his neck, Zhang Huan's wrist turned slightly, the blade brushed against his cheek, and cut his hair bun with a knife.

Time froze at this moment, under the reflection of the moonlight that poured in from the window, I saw the hair flowing down from the sky, Zhao San had abandoned the broken sword, knelt on the deck with a pale face, his hand pressed on his shoulder, and his whole body trembled with shock.

Zhang Huan stared at him indifferently, and after a while, he raised his knife and said slowly: "Next!" ”

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