"Haha, the blood on the horse's buttocks is Ji Jinbiao's plot? Can't it be your horse that bleeds from breaking its butt on its own? Or is your horse a mare coming to menstruation? Hehe, Commander Ba, your adjutant is really joking. Well, that's the end of it! "It's obvious that he's talking nonsense, but he complains about others for joking.

The surrounding warriors laughed, and Amu Gulang, who had died of a war horse, was about to come up with a neck to theorize. Hu Fei only used one sentence to make this real Mongolian man's mind full of trouble, and the idea of making trouble immediately disappeared.

"The equestrian competition is over, and then the two of you have another sword competition. Will the two continue to play, or will the next game end here? ”

"Than, than! We are better than! Amu Gulang loudly signaled that he was willing to participate in the next competition. This prairie man thinks very simply, the knife competition is a knife practice between two people, isn't this a good opportunity for him to avenge his love horse? He can plot against my horse in a race, and I can slaughter him in a race!

Although Bayar felt that it was a little inappropriate, but Amu Gulang's words were spoken, he couldn't disagree with the competition, right? The game was proposed by him, and if he wants to take the initiative to interrupt it again, isn't that a slap in the face?

It was Hu Fei who proposed to continue the game, Amu Gulang was the first to agree, Bayar stood aside and did not raise an objection, Ji Jinbiao stopped there is an attitude, no matter what tricks you make, he will accompany him to the end! As a result, this martial arts competition, which had been interrupted for nearly half an hour, was carried out one after another.

Ji Jinbiao took a saber and danced a few times, then put on a starting gesture, waiting for his opponent to appear. Holding a traditional Mongolian scimitar, Amu Gulang stood opposite Ji Jinbiao. One of the two wants to win, and the other wants to avenge their beloved horse, the two of them stared at each other with four eyes, and their eyes were full of killing intent!

"Let's go!" "Dang!" As the referee gave the command, the two knives collided together in an instant, and a real white-knuckle fight began!

The situation of the two fighting with knives is exactly the opposite of the equestrian competition. In the equestrian competition, Ji Jinbiao was no match for his opponent Amu Gulang, and he used trickery to win the match without explanation. When it came to the sword competition, Nakama shì was completely reversed, and Ji Jinbiao took the complete initiative in the white-knuckle fight!

Amu Guro has a strong body and quick reflexes, but that's all he can do. Although the Mongolian knife in his hand was a powerful weapon, Amu Gulang himself had not practiced real knife skills, and he used the knife entirely by strength and speed.

Although there is a saying that there is a force to reduce ten will and the world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable, no one can deny the importance of skills. And Ji Jinbiao happens to have extremely skilled knife skills, he has practiced knife skills, and there is not much difference between him and Amu Gulang in speed and strength!

From the very beginning of this knife competition, Ji Jinbiao, who had the upper hand in skill, took the initiative. After the two of them each danced a steel sword to fight, Ji Jinbiao used exquisite moves to attack frequently; However, Amu Gulang found that the strength and speed he relied on in the past could not be brought into play at all in the competition with his opponents!

His speed is fast, but he can't catch Ji Jinbiao's figure at all; He has enough strength, and every time he slashes past, he is always skillfully defused by his opponent. The more he fought, the more he felt that he couldn't be powerful. The faster he fought, the faster he became, the less he could hit the enemy. On the contrary, because he repeatedly used his strength in the air, he made himself more passive!

Ji Jinbiao's knife always attacked from unexpected angles, and each attack made Amu Gulang scramble and break out in a cold sweat. After more than a dozen rounds of fighting between the two of them, Amu Gulang was already panting and sweating!

When Ji Jinbiao first started fighting, he had to use all his spirit to deal with the opponent's fierce attack, and after a few rounds, he gradually got used to it, and it was easy to deal with it again. After more than a dozen rounds, Ji Jinbiao was like an old naughty boy, and he became playing with his opponent.

A few times, Ji Jinbiao can obviously decide the winner with one knife and cut the opponent over the spot! But he always deflected the knife at critical times, or tapped on the back of the opponent's knife, or took his own knife on the opponent's shoulder and back, and touched it lightly for a while. Just this moment made Amu Gulang a few excited, and broke out in a cold sweat.

Ji Jinbiao remembered what Hu Fei told him before the game started: until the point is reached, no one is allowed to hurt! In an equestrian competition, the opponent's horse is not hurting, it is hurting the horse. If you take down your opponent in a knife match, that's the real hurt!

Looking at the meaning of the Mongolian man, he is also a master who doesn't know how to take the initiative to admit defeat, not only does not hurt people, but can win the game, it seems that it will take a little effort! But this is not difficult for Ji Jinbiao. The two of them were fighting, Ji Jinbiao handed the knife in, and raised his foot while the opponent was busy parrying, "Bang!" "Kick Amu Gulang out of his heels!

The knife was also gone, and the people fell out for several meters, and Amu Gulang lay on the ground for a while before getting up. This kick hit the hip bone, not to mention the pain where he was kicked, and the moment he fell to the ground also squatted enough to choke him. Fortunately, it was all pain in the flesh and skin, and there were no serious injuries.

Amu Gulang knew that Ji Jinbiao's subordinates had left mercy, and the upright Mongolian man went over and bowed to Ji Jinbiao. Thank you for your mercy! As for the warhorse? No matter how important a horse's life is, it can't catch up with human life after all, right?

"Wow——!" This time, the audience applauded even more. Being able to subdue the opponent is even more admirable than killing him.

This most dangerous sword contest can be resolved peacefully, and it is undoubtedly the best ending. Although Bayar was not very satisfied, he also knew in his heart that Amu Gulang was indeed inferior to his opponent, and it was really thanks to the mercy of the opponent's subordinates that he was able to escape under the opponent's knife.

The game is not over yet, and if you have any kind words, you will have to wait until the whole competition is over. Then came the final match, arguably the most entertaining of the three.

Mongolian men usually like wrestling the most, and their wrestling competition at the Naadam Conference is also the most popular sport. It can be said that every Mongolian man knows wrestling, and there are countless wrestlers among them. The wrestlers sent out by Bayard to compete were naturally the best of them.

Orderly, Bagan, a stocky axle man. According to Bayar, this Bagan once won the wrestling championship at the Naadam conference!

Xiong Wei was standing opposite Bagen at the moment. To the applause of the surrounding audience, Bagan danced a rhythmic Mongolian battle dance. The two legs were spread apart, the two arms were swaying, and the body was shaking left and right, slowly approaching Xiong Wei.