Looking at the white mark on his shoulder, Fan He couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"Can you really get close to me?"

However, he showed a sneer, and his eyes were fixed on Zhao Wuxian. His palm was just across the wooden sword, but he was keenly aware of the touch, and he knew that he was not without purpose.

Sure enough, on the other side, Zhao Wuxian was even more uncomfortable, he was clutching his chest, his expression was painful, and the corners of his mouth even oozed red blood.

That muffled snort was made by him, and Fan He's wooden sword had already been heavily tapped on his chest! Counting it, he still lost without a shirt, if the two sides were really holding real swords, he would have been killed by a sword through his chest!

"Fan Zi wins twice!" The Bank of China nodded slightly, and the teenagers cheered for Fan He again.

Zhao Wuxian was already out of breath, and it was easy to hold back the fishy sweetness in his throat, winning two of the three battles, and if he lost one more battle, he would lose completely, and his hope of victory was getting slimmer and slimmer.

What should I do?

At this moment, there was a loud sound of a heavy object falling to the ground in his ears, and the onlookers Fan and the children of the Bank of China also turned their heads to look at it, and let out a cry of surprise.

Zhao Wuxian glanced there out of the corner of his eye, but saw an unexpected scene!

……

Behind the human wall, Zhao Guangde and Handan Ji stood three steps apart, and they were also engaged in a confrontation.

Zhao Guangde desperately recalled the swordsmanship he had been afraid and tired of since he was a child, recalled the appearance of the swordsman teaching the sword, and raised the wooden sword high above his head with both hands.

This action was so deliberate that Handan Ji was a little puzzled, he spread his legs, and the wooden sword was carefully protected on his chest, and then when he saw Zhao Guangde's vague steps, he relaxed again.

"I haven't seen you for a few years, your swordsmanship doesn't seem to have improved, your horse steps are unstable, and you still want to play with swords?"

Zhao Guangde was silent, he dodged straight and rushed towards Handan Ji, while struggling to slash the wooden sword in his hand.

Handan Ji was completely relieved this time, and let go of his body when the wooden sword slashed, and the little fat man's sword slashed into the air, slashed to the floor, and smashed an obvious groove, if it really hit the human body, a broken bone injury was inevitable.

"Stupid!" Handan Ji shook his head, he had already walked around behind the little fat man, and tapped Zhao Guangde's back with a wooden sword, like a whip on a calf buried in the plough.

"Slashing costs twice the power of the stabbing blow, but it can only cause half the effect of the stabbing blow, and you are still the same as before, a little boy who can't use a sword with a head! You say, you are so incompetent, but why do you have to work so hard for that scumbag? ”

Xiaoyu is the nickname given to Zhao Guangde by Handan Ji back then, intended to ridicule him for being fat and clumsy.

"Why? Because there is no one like a brother today! ”

After gasping for breath and saying this, Zhao Guangde turned awkwardly and swept over with a wooden sword with one hand. Handan Ji leaned back, just enough to let his sword slash a few feet in front of his stomach, and then went around his back again, and hit the little fat man's elbow with the wooden sword, causing him to suffer.

"If you turn your back on me, you use the sweeping technique, and your strength can't be transmitted at all, it's really stupid and stupid, have you forgotten what the swordsman taught back then?"

After he finished speaking, he used exaggerated teasing movements to stab Zhao Guangde several times one after another.

At this time, one after another, some teenagers turned their heads to watch, and saw the two cousins who were like raccoon slaves playing fat rats, and couldn't help but laugh.

Zhao Guangde gasped, he was no stranger to these laughs, and he didn't know how much he had heard since he was a child: the ridicule of the other doctors to Wen Di, the ridicule of his cowardly father, and the ridicule of his peers for his figure and lack of civil and military skills.

At this time, Handan Ji became more and more proud, he took two steps back and said: "As before, you Xiaoyu has been beaten so many times, you should kneel on the ground and beg for mercy!" You are already bound to lose, bow down to me, and you will be spared the pain of flesh and skin! ”

Zhao Guangde held the wooden sword tightly, he remembered the shooting at the shooting range half a month ago, when Lu Xing won five yuan in a row eighty paces away, including him, everyone thought that Zhao Wuxian would lose. But no, at that time, he was in charge of tapping the reel, watching Zhao Wuxian still smile indifferently, and move the situation back one by one with a bow, that scene was simply bloody. He himself longed for that victory, but he could only have it in his dreams, and when he woke up, he could only sigh at his useless limbs.

Under the thought, although it was only for a moment, Zhao Guangde's previous fear and fear had disappeared, he still hated pain, but he wanted to create pain for the other party even more!

"Don't you think about it!" After Zhao Guangde shouted this sentence, he made a final charge towards Handan Ji, still stunned, with no technical content at all.

Handan Ji looked at this flawed attack, contemptuously continued to want to dodge, and then used the wooden sword to tease the little fat man, so that he could be ugly in front of the young people in the sword room.

Who knows, Zhao Guangde was as good as a stream this time, and instead of chopping, he stabbed the sword diagonally!

Handan Ji was just carried away with pride, but he was shocked, and he could let go of the wooden sword, and then suddenly felt a huge force strangle his waist!

It turned out that this time, Zhao Guangde learned a lesson, and did not rush over with the sword, but decisively abandoned the sword.

As soon as he turned his head, he opened his arms and hugged Handan Ji! The strength of his whole body pressed up, and he was thrown to the ground with a heavy blow! There was a loud, dull sound!

The teenagers who turned their heads to watch let out a cry of surprise, and also attracted the eyes of Zhao Wuxian, Fan He, and Bank of China Heihu.

"Let go, let go, you little boy!" Handan Ji was pressed by Zhao Guangde and couldn't move on the ground.

He held the wooden sword in his hand and slapped it on Zhao Guangde's back desperately, and after touching the flesh, it made a snapping sound.

However, Zhao Guangde endured the pain and continued to exert force in his hands, and Handan Ji's face turned red.

Seeing his cousin suffering, the Bank of China Heiqiu commanded: "The sword skills can't be used to move his hands and feet, he has already violated the rules, second and third sons!" What are you still doing? Go get him out of the way! ”

A group of teenagers received the order, and two or three people went to grab Zhao Guangde's swordsman uniform or pull his legs and feet, but he still didn't let go, but tightened it tighter and tighter, making Handan Ji almost out of breath. The teenagers kicked again, and their fists rained down on Zhao Guangde's broad back, but it was still ineffective.

"Stupid!"

The Bank of China was annoyed, seeing that his cousin was so embarrassed, he felt that his face was gloomy, so he went over in person, snatched the wooden sword of others, raised it high, and slammed it on Zhao Guangde's head!

Airplanes......

Zhao Guangde only felt a sharp pain coming from the back of his head, which made his head numb and his ears buzzed.

In front of everyone's eyes, he finally let go of Handan Ji, staggered and straightened up, but he felt that the sky was spinning, his feet lost his balance, and he suddenly fell to his knees.

After getting out of trouble, the Bank of China looked at Handan Ji, who was breathing with his tongue like a stranded fish, and was secretly annoyed, he was about to turn around, but found that the corner of his clothes was pulled by someone.

It was Zhao Guangde who stretched out his hand to prevent the Bank of China from leaving.

The previous moment knocked through Zhao Guangde's scalp, and the red blood flowed down from the top, trickling down to his face, like a bead strung with red thread on the crown of the princes.

"Not down yet?"

The Bank of China was so annoyed that he turned around and kicked Zhao Guangde in the chest again!

Zhao Guangde finally fell, he turned his back to the sky, showing a big character, but he maintained the last sane, glanced sideways in the direction of Zhao Wuxian, showed a sincere smile, and muttered: "Cousin, let's go......"

Then, his eyes rolled and his head turned off, he lost consciousness, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.