Qinglong pointed his knife at Wu Song, and seeing that he was still smiling, his face was slightly gloomy, he snorted coldly, and walked down the square and returned to his position to sit quietly.

Wu Song didn't know that Qinglong's rude behavior was just his strategy, but according to the current situation, it was Qinglong himself who was disturbed, after all, Suzaku's matter was always a thorn in his heart, the more proud a person was, the more uncomfortable he felt after experiencing this kind of thing, and Qinglong was nothing more than that.

But Wu Song didn't have a trace of unhappiness in his heart, he thought that emotional things were originally what you and I wanted, if you like it, you like it, and if you don't like it, you can't force it. The word sympathy does not appear in the dictionary of love.

Thinking of the blow that he lost in Qinglong's hands last time, Wu Song clenched the Longquan knife on his waist, this time, he would definitely not lose.

Finally, after a short rest, Wu Song and Qinglong walked to the center of the square respectively, and the slightest contact between their eyes aroused the spark of battle.

"Come on." Wu Song drew his Longquan knife and took the lead in attacking.

Qinglong sneered, and also raised the Qinglong knife in his hand to meet Wu Song, and the two divine weapons finally collided together, stirring up a large spark.

The people outside the field also focused all their attention on these two people at this time, and everyone understood that the final ownership of this picture would be known after this competition. Fang Jie and Li Rou were even more nervous, because they both pressed their last hope on Wu Song.

Only the men in red swept their gazes over the picture from time to time, their eyes gloomy, not knowing what they were thinking.

After a while, Wu Song and Qinglong in the square had been fighting for no less than fifty rounds, but Qinglong had not yet used that move. Could it be that he also knew that this move was seen through by himself, Wu Song secretly thought while fighting, but he didn't dare to take it lightly, and beware of Qinglong while fighting.

Qinglong was also really depressed in his heart, he originally wanted to repeat his old tricks, even if he didn't defeat Wu Song in one fell swoop, at least he would use up his strength. But when he found out how cautious Wu Song was, he could only patiently fight a war of attrition with the other party.

For a while, the competition reached a stalemate, Qinglong and Wu Song couldn't help anyone, the swords and lights sometimes collided, sometimes separated, and the two of them were spinning around on the field like lanterns.

Gradually, both of them felt a little struggling, and the gentle wheezing sound let the two know that this competition could not be dragged on any longer. Thinking of this, Qinglong no longer hesitated, he took advantage of Wu Song's defense, suddenly made a sharp leap, and suddenly came to Wu Song's body, "poof", the Qinglong knife suddenly increased by four or five points, and slashed towards the top of Wu Song's head with an unrivaled momentum.

"Be careful." Fang Jie and the others in the audience almost shouted, they saw that Qinglong had made this move again, for fear that Wu Song would not be able to resist it.

Finally can't take it anymore? Wu Song did not panic in his heart at this time, he had already been on guard against Qinglong. As early as when he jumped forward, Wu Song had already thought of a way to deal with it.

He took a big step back, dodging the blow of the extended version of the Qinglong Knife, and the knife continued to slash at the bluestone floor in front of Wu Song, stirring up large pieces of debris. Wu Song secretly rejoiced, fortunately, this knife was not slashed on himself, otherwise it is still two to say whether he can resist it.

Qinglong saw that this move didn't even touch the corner of Wu Song's clothes, and he was anxious, but he was helpless. He could only hold the knife with both hands, wielding a big knife and fighting with Wu Song.

Although the long weapon has a wide range of attacks, the speed of the shot will be reduced accordingly, so the battle situation on the field has not changed much, and the two are still in a stalemate.

The two fought almost all over the field, one moment in the middle of the square, and the other in the corner. Suddenly, Qinglong pulled his knife with one hand, slashed at Wu Song on the opposite side, Wu Song hurriedly bent over, and the blade almost slashed against Wu Song's back.

But Wu Song dodged it, but a Zhujiazhuang guest outside the field was hit by a blade, screamed in pain, and threw himself towards Luan Tingyu nearby, Luan Tingyu hurriedly dodged, revealing the Gubai steel smelting diagram behind him.

It's too late, it's fast, a trace of excitement flashed in the eyes of the red-clothed man named Tong Er, and he actually rushed towards the picture, looking like this, this person wanted to take advantage of everyone's inattention and rob this picture.

But this matter is not something that he can decide alone, Fang Jie suddenly jumped up from the chair, and before he had time to take his painting halberd, he blocked Tong Er with his bare hands.

"Damn." Tong Er's eyes were horizontal, and he secretly cursed Fang Jie who ruined his good deeds in his heart, he originally thought that everyone's attention was on the two people present, but he didn't expect Fang Jie to be wary of him, otherwise how could he react as soon as he did it himself.

But Tong Er didn't have time to regret it, because Fang Jie's fist had already swung towards him, thinking of Fang Jie's arrogance towards him, a trace of cruelty flashed in Tong Er's eyes.

"Die." Tong Er pulled out the soft sword on his waist, he saw that he couldn't win the picture, he actually wanted Fang Jie's life.

A hint of mockery appeared at the corner of Fang Jie's mouth, "Waste is waste." As he spoke, his steps sped up, and he suddenly appeared in front of Tong Er, and before Tong Er could draw out his soft sword, he was knocked to the ground by Fang Jie's elbow.

I don't know if it was annoyance or shame, Tong Er spit out a mouthful of blood, looking at Fang Jie's eyes, full of resentment.

From the time Tong Er wanted to seize the picture to Fang Jie knocking him to the ground, it was actually just a blink of an eye, so as soon as the people on the field reacted, they found that Tong Er was thrown on the ground, and there was still a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

Only a few clear-eyed people knew what had just happened, so the look in their eyes when they looked at Tong Er was full of disdain.

Tong Er stood up from the ground, as if he wanted to walk back to his position, suddenly, he turned around, he didn't know what it was, he just heard him shout a little crazy, "What I can't get, you can't think of it." ”

As he spoke, a fiery red dart flew out of Tong Er's hand, and its target turned out to be the Gubai Steel Smelting Diagram.

"It's not good, it's a fire dart." At this time, the people who knew the goods in the field immediately shouted out.

Xuanhuo dart is a special dart after the invention of gunpowder in the Song Dynasty, the dart head has gunpowder, as long as it touches something, it will burn. Seeing this, this Tong Er saw that it was impossible for him to win the ancient map, so he thought of this vicious way to destroy this precious ancient map.

Everyone didn't have time to settle accounts with Tong Er, they all ran to the ancient map, and some even planned to block the dart with their bodies, these people were naturally those loyal generals, Zhuang Ke and the like.

But how fast the speed of the dart is, Tong Er is a master of using hidden weapons, and for a while, people outside the field have no way to take the darts.

Seeing that the goal had been achieved, Tong Er and the others had slowly withdrawn towards the exit, and they also knew that their people could not afford the anger of the other four forces on the field.

Now if you want to talk about the people closest to this ancient picture, it is Qinglong and Wu Song who are competing on the field, they saw the Xuanhuo dart shooting towards the ancient picture, although it is possible to block this dart if they fight together, but in case they miss, their competition will become a joke completely, which they absolutely do not allow.

I don't know what I thought, and a gleam flashed in the eyes of Qinglong and Wu Song. Seeing that the Xuanhuo Dart was about to approach Gu Tu, they no longer hesitated, raised the treasure knife in their hands and jumped towards Gu Tu.

"Ahh

"Hah-"

Wu Song and Qinglong one after the other, one vertical and one horizontal, the two treasure knives respectively slashed towards the ancient picture hanging in the center, the tip of the knife lightly touched the surface of the picture, and the sharp knife momentum was swayed out like a star and a moon.

After two sharp sword qis, the complete Gu Tu was actually split into four, and was forced away by the powerful blade, shooting in four different directions.

The Xuanhuo Dart finally shot over, but because Wu Song and the others had already separated the picture, the dart was shot on the wooden board of the wall chart, and the flames burned on it, shining on everyone's eyes.

Everyone in the square was stunned, obviously not yet reacting.

Looking at the four ancient maps still floating in the air, there was only one word in everyone's minds: grab.