The atmosphere in the hall was frozen because of the request made by the black man just now, and King Huiwen was also furious for the first time, and his face became extremely gloomy, although he had been overpowered by Li for a long time, and he lacked a sense of royal power, but compared to ordinary people, the momentum was still much stronger.

Zhang Hong's face was embarrassed, he didn't expect King Huiwen to be so angry, the purpose of this sword competition was just to humiliate Zhao Fan, in order to avenge Wei Ran's escape in Linzi.

After all, this is Handan, Zhao State, Wei Ran didn't think about killing Zhao Fan, but the breath in Linzi some time ago, he was really hard to swallow, if he hadn't run fast at that time, maybe he would have been captured by Zhao Fan a long time ago, even so, his concubine was killed by Zhao Fan.

Therefore, how could Wei Ran not secretly hate Zhao Fan, but Zhao Fan's identity is different now, and he can only deal with him in a different way, you know, originally Wei Ran wanted to get rid of Zhao Fan and hurry up.

When Zhang Hongzheng was a little difficult to step down, he didn't expect Zhao Fan to take the initiative to accept the challenge of the black man, and he was immediately overjoyed, and took this opportunity to say: "Don't misunderstand, the king must not misunderstand, this is just a competition, and it will definitely not hurt Fan Gongzi, not to mention, Fan Gongzi is strong in martial arts, adhering to the blood of the first king, I heard that the first king was the first soldier and personally led the troops to fight, so ......"

Zhang Hong's implication is already obvious, at the beginning, King Zhao Wuling could personally lead his troops to fight, although Zhao Fan is a son, what does it matter if he participates in a sword test?

King Huiwen originally wanted to scold the former, but when he said this, he had to swallow back the words in his mouth, after all, what the former said was not wrong, the many battles that destroyed Zhongshan and broke the Hu people were all led by King Wuling himself, and therefore in the army and the court, they attracted a lot of eyebrows, and now if Zhao Fan can't participate in a sword test, it will indeed damage Zhao Fan and even Zhao Guo's reputation.

After all, people in this era pay the most attention to fame, and the four princes of the Warring States period after that are not the case, because only in this way can they attract more virtuous people to take refuge in themselves.

Even King Huiwen is the same, he knows that reputation is important to a person, Zhao Fan has now made great contributions in Zhao State many times, whether it is fame or prestige, it has reached an extremely considerable height, if it is damaged because of this, it is a pity.

"Brother Wang, just let me go, it's just a sword test, although the younger brother is not guaranteed to win, but at least he will not lose too badly." At this time, Zhao Fan was also half-joking.

Zhao Fan's words once again surprised everyone slightly, just now, at least half of them thought that Zhao Fan was for fame, so they deliberately said so, but they didn't expect that Zhao Fan really wanted to compete with Wu Hei.

Immediately, these ministers also admired Zhao Fan's courage again, after all, everyone knew that he was just a nineteen-year-old boy, even if he practiced swords at birth, it was impossible to compare to a thirty or forty-year-old martial black, after all, people have practiced swords for so many years than you, how could they be opponents.

However, Zhao Fan did not retreat without a fight, which already made them very admired.

Zhao Fan saw that King Huiwen's expression was still a little hesitant, and immediately said in a low voice: "Brother Wang, don't worry, my spear skills have made great progress under the guidance of Su Qin, and if you want to deal with this martial black, it's still okay." ”

The spear skills taught by Su Qin to Zhao Fan were passed down by Guiguzi, so it was naturally extremely exquisite, even if Zhao Fan had not studied for a long time, but it was also of great help to him, this martial black man's swordsmanship Zhao Fan had seen it, although it was extremely strong, but he was still confident that he would not lose.

For him, as long as he is undefeated, he wins, after all, his identity and age are there.

"If this is the case, the widow will be approved, but remember, you must not hurt your surname." King Huiwen felt Zhao Fan's self-confidence, and knew that he was a very assertive person, so he agreed, so he must have a certain amount of confidence, so he had to agree immediately.

Hearing this, Zhang Hong and Wu Heiren breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time had joy on their faces.

"Childe, that martial black man's swordsmanship is exquisite, otherwise I'll go." At this time, Xu Ying also brought Yang Ran down, he walked to Zhao Fan's side and said in a low voice.

That Wu Hei, Xu Ying is still sure that he can be defeated, because his arm strength is stronger, and at the same time, he doesn't even want his life when he fights, and the lethal power of the double halberd is even greater, and the two of them are fighting for their lives, and it is undoubtedly that the Wu Hei will suffer more.

"No, you are domineering with a double halberd, fierce and unparalleled, you are my confidant and favorite general, your true strength cannot be easily exposed in normal times, so as not to attract the attention of the Qin people, I will arrange a task for you and Xu Xiong during this time, this will have a great impact on our Zhao State, so you can't expose your true strength in front of Zhang Hong." Zhao Fan shook his head and said.

Xu Ying and Xu Xiong are both fierce and domineering generals, and they are the most powerful subordinates in Zhao Fan's hands, so they can't be easily exposed, he recently wants to form a trump card army like the Hudao Knight, and the main general and coach are the two of them.

The purpose of this army is to deal with the Qin State, and Zhao Fan specially set up a powerful force according to the current types of troops of the Qin State and the combat terrain.

Hearing this, Xu Ying was also stunned, and immediately nodded. Although he was worried about Zhao Fan's injury just now, there was another meaning, because his halberd method was too domineering, in Handan, no one said that he was an opponent, and he usually fought with Xu Ying, but the two fought a lot, so they lost interest, and now they finally saw an eye-catching opponent, and Xu Ying also wanted to try.

However, Zhao Fan must have a reason for saying this, so he had to give up immediately.

Zhao Fan pulled Xu Ying down, took off his coat, revealing a white swordsman suit inside, and then stepped into the arena.

After a long time of training, Zhao Fan's figure is extremely well-proportioned and slender, and there is also a trace of heroism in his eyebrows, he is already handsome, after a year of open and secret battles with various opponents, to this position, a body of momentum is also very sufficient, there is a sense of pride in the eyes, so that the beautiful maids on the field are also swaying, a pair of autumn waves frequently circulate on Zhao Fan's body.

Compared with the short and sturdy Wu Hei, with very dark skin and a ruthless face, it brought out Zhao Fan's heroism, and immediately the ministers of Zhao Guo applauded loudly, and on Zhao Fan, they faintly saw a trace of the shadow of the Martial Spirit King.

But Zhang Hong secretly sneered, not in a hurry, what's the use of being good-looking, the swordsmanship of the black man, he is extremely relieved, when the time comes, Zhao Fan will still have the current demeanor?

Zhao Fan looked at the martial black man with a cold face in the arena and said, "I'm not good at using a sword, can I use a short gun?" ”

Zhao Fan had never practiced swordsmanship much, so he only learned a little fur, he was more accustomed to using guns, long guns and short guns, but because the field here was too small, and the long spear was more suitable for use when charging on a horse, he proposed to use a long spear.

Hearing this, Wu Heiren also said: "It doesn't matter if you use a sword or a gun, as long as Fan Gongzi is willing." ”

For Wu Heiren, as long as Zhao Fan is defeated, the task is completed, it doesn't matter what weapon he uses, and he is extremely confident in his swordsmanship, no weapon Zhao Fan uses will be his opponent.

"Dang!"

The sword battle begins.

Wu Hei turned to Zhao Fan, put on a posture, stood in a lunge with both feet, sat on a horse and sank his waist, his upper body leaned back slightly, and the long sword shining in the light was ten steps away from Zhao Fan, and the hilt of the sword was close to his chest, making people feel that he was powerful and ready to attack.

Zhao Fan also took out a short spear and held it horizontally to his chest, with a cold face, he knew that the martial black people had high attainments in swordsmanship, so he was also extremely cautious at this moment.

Although the two did not move, everyone strongly felt the contrast of movement and stillness, forming a tension that made people breathless.

Wu Heiren's face gradually became solemn, as a master of swordsmanship, his senses were extremely keen, and he had already sensed the momentum on Zhao Fan's body, and he was immediately secretly frightened, he didn't expect that the momentum on Zhao Fan's body was so powerful, much stronger than the previous Yang Ran.

Immediately, he also put away his contempt, and stared at Zhao Fan tightly.

The two looked at each other for a moment, they didn't dare to relax in the slightest, for a long time, Wu Hei's eyes shot out of the cold killing machine, he stiffened his waist, pushed forward with his hand, and the long sword shot away, stabbing the opponent's flank point under the shoulder, accurate and ruthless.

Feeling the fierce killing intent of the black man, King Huiwen and the others were also nervous, staring nervously at the two people in the field, for fear that Zhao Fan would be damaged in the slightest.

The moves of the black man are extremely sharp and ruthless, Zhao Fan is also the spirit of twelve points, raising his gun to meet each other, the sword and gun burst out strong sparks in mid-air, both sides are good at sharp moves, and it is immediately difficult to solve the fight, and the sound of gold and stone clashing constantly occurs in the air.

Wu Hei bullied him for his young and weak strength, so as soon as he came up, he was going all out to attack, and his moves contained a strong murderous aura, he originally had a task in his body, so he also hoped to defeat Zhao Fan as soon as possible, so it was all a killer weapon, and he fought for his life.

When he was just offstage, Zhao Fan already had a certain understanding of the swordsmanship of the Wu Heiren, but he didn't expect that this time, the moves and strength of the Wu Hei seemed to be more skilled and ruthless than the other Yang Ran just now.

Obviously, when dealing with Yang Ran, the former had not yet used his true strength, and it was not until now, against Zhao Fan, that he went all out to meet the enemy.

"Bell!"

Zhao Fan's face was cold, he took a step back to the right side, twisted his body, the spear was picked diagonally off the ground, and the tip of the long sword in the middle was the weakest point of the opponent's strength, and the long sword in the hand of the black man was immediately swept away.

Zhao Fan took advantage of the victory to pursue, taking advantage of the fact that his long sword was swinged, and he didn't have time to defend himself, and immediately stabbed his heart with a sword with the momentum of wind and thunder, but at this moment, the black man Wu had a cruel smile on his face, and the long sword flipped and slashed directly at Zhao Fan's right arm.

If both of them change their moves, then the black man will be stabbed to death with a shot, and Zhao Fan will also lose an arm.

"This man's heart is so poisonous." Zhao Fan said coldly in his heart.

This move of the black men not only showed that they had no intention of killing Zhao Fan, but also achieved the goal of revenge on Zhao Fan, cutting off one of his arms, which was naturally extremely painful for Zhao Fan.

People like Wu Hei who don't want to die are the most terrible, they have no weaknesses, and they are not even afraid of death.

Zhao Fan naturally couldn't kill the Wu Hei at the cost of losing an arm, so he immediately collected his gun and returned to the defense, blocking the way with the long sword stabbed by the Wu Hei Man, and a strong spark exploded in the air.

The strength of both sides is extremely great, and the sword and gun directly produced a sonic boom, adding some momentum to the competition between the two, Zhao Fan's heart was full of joy, and through a short fight, he had found out that this martial black man was definitely not a simple person, and the solemnity in his heart was even greater.

If you continue like this, you must not be an opponent, and you need to play a little trick.

The two fought for a long time, and when the Wu Hei man picked up the sword flower and returned to defend the empty door, Zhao Fan turned around, and the short gun was slightly retracted, as if he wanted to attack, and the Wu Hei also withdrew his sword to defend himself.

At this moment, the sword in Zhao Fan's hand trembled slightly, and it fell a little, revealing the flaws in the door.

Wu Hei showed that he was silent, but he was very happy in his heart, and he secretly fought for so long, Zhao Fan finally showed his fatigue, and immediately hesitated, "whoosh", raised his sword and slashed straight, as if he was going to split the opponent's short spear, and when it was parallel to his shoulder, his body rushed forward, his wrist sank and stretched, and he changed from a straight split to a flat stab, and obliquely marked the opposite door, and at the same time flew up with a kick, kicked the opponent's short spear, and swore to kill the enemy with one move.

His movements were like a dragon, in one go, murderous, and everyone was stunned, and they were all worried about Zhao Fan.

Zhao Fan coldly slammed the long sword that was as mad as a poisonous dragon, quickly moved sideways, and the short spear swung backhand, hitting the long sword hard.

With a "tuk", the long sword swung again.

Seeing this, Zhao Guoqunchen also breathed a sigh of relief, and King Huiwen's mood tightened, which made him extremely nervous, and he couldn't help but regret that he had just agreed to let Zhao Fan fight.

Although the Wu Hei was shocked to the wrist of the short spear, but because Zhao Fan put away fifty percent of his strength, the Wu Hei still thought that he was at the end of the strong crossbow, but he just relied on the exquisite spear skills and the weight of the short gun itself to block the long sword, so he sneered, brushed a series of ten swords, each sword was wide open and closed, forcing the enemy to fight hard.

Zhao Fan smiled secretly in his heart, indicating that he was trying his best to pretend to be tired, so as to achieve the purpose of bewitching the other party. So he fought and retreated, defended flawlessly, picked or split, and always defused the offensive of the black men in the slightest danger.

On the surface, it seems that the Wu Hei has the upper hand, forcing Zhao Fan to retreat and have no power to fight back, but the Wu Hei Man knows that he is suffering, although the other party seems to be in danger, but he has never been able to break through his last line of defense.

Seeing that the black man could not defeat Zhao Fan, Zhang Hong was also a little nervous, he thought that the black man could quickly kill the enemy, after all, Zhao Fan's age was too young, and the swordsmanship of the black man was extremely exquisite, who expected that he would not be able to win for a long time, and immediately, he was also a little worried.

Zhao Fan's face was calm, he took three steps back, sneered in his heart, and stood still. The short spear slashed diagonally with all its might, and before hitting the long sword, it changed twice, and the Wu Hei, who was so tired that he was slightly exhausted, also had to change his moves twice before he blocked the short spear.

"Block!"

This time, the sound of the two of them hitting each other was extremely loud, which surprised everyone, they originally thought that Zhao Fan was about to lose, because the former became more and more powerless the more he fought, but he didn't expect to suddenly burst out with such a strong force, and he immediately opened his eyes wide.

The black man of Wu was shocked violently, and found that the opponent's strength had at least doubled, and he was reluctant, but he still had to take two steps back, giving up the attack for defense, and the violent offensive finally collapsed.

Zhao Fan sneered, his dark eyes burst into light, and the whole person was reborn with a straight waist and a cold face.

He took half a step forward, shouted wildly, raised his gun and stabbed the other side's door, the wind was howling, fierce and piercing, and what was even more amazing was that this sweeping shot had a tragic effect like thousands of horses and thousands of armies, fighting on the battlefield.

The hall suddenly fell silent, and the change was so surprising.

There was a hint of surprise on everyone's faces, Zhao Fan sneered in his heart, sometimes, he really needed to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, if he didn't deliberately show weakness, how could he provoke a stormy attack from the black people.

It is precisely because of this that Shicai consumes a lot of physical strength of the former.

Zhao Fan is confident in his spearmanship, even if the black man attacks with all his might, he can block it with all his defense, so he made this decision.

Wu Hei's mouth burst, his arm strength was not too strong, compared with Xu Ying and Xu Xiong, it was far from it, even compared with Zhao Fan, there was not much advantage, plus it was a long time to fight and was tired, and the short gun was already powerful, and even a person with a sword chopped Wu Hei back three steps.

At this time, the audience erupted in deafening cheers.

Zhao Fan's eyes had no expression at all, he was as still as water, holding the short gun obliquely, and pressing towards the black man step by step, making a "poof" sound of footsteps, forming a murderous sound.

The powerful momentum rushed away, not giving the Wu Hei any respite.

At this time, Wu Hei already knew that Zhao Fan was deliberately luring the enemy, and immediately showed a trace of remorse, but now regret is useless, he knows that he must not let the enemy accumulate momentum now, and immediately shouted, and the long sword turned into a flowery sword, from a wide opening and closing back to a delicate and delicate swordsmanship.

Zhao Fan's short gun bounced off his shoulder, came into the air, and said coldly: "It's too late!" ”

The spear accelerated violently, as if clumsy, and slashed wildly at the center of the sword.

The sword flower dispersed, and the black man hurriedly retreated, blood escaping from the corners of his mouth.

Zhao Fan sneered and rushed forward, raising his gun and sprinting towards the Wu Heiren, at this time, the Wu Hei also knew that victory or defeat was in sight, and immediately raised all his strength and ushered in it, and the two figures suddenly merged and separated.

Everything stood still, as if time and space had frozen at this moment.

The audience was so quiet that the pin drop could be heard, and the two exchanged places, taking a step apart, facing each other with their backs.

Zhao Fan's face was cold, and there was a relieved smile at the corner of his mouth, while the black man looked in disbelief, looking down at his chest, feeling the shattered sternum and the sharp pain that gradually spread.

Everyone was dumbfounded and looked at the two people standing quietly in the field. (To be continued.) )