In late summer and early autumn, the weather is getting cooler. But today, the sun hangs overhead, and the flowers and trees are all sluggish, and they are even more motionless, and there is not a trace of wind. The aftermath of summer is undoubtedly revealed today.

The atmosphere on the field was so tense and exciting, and everyone present clearly felt that it was even hotter and more tense than the hot summer. It's just that no one is willing to leave or find a shady place to hide, and no one wants to miss such a game that they know must be very exciting even if they haven't started yet. In fact, all of you who are hiding in the tent are still thinking that you can get closer to the arena and see more clearly.

The two men on the field seemed unusually calm. Wang Dadao was still sorry with both hands, and the tip of the big knife was carried straight down by him, and he said: "The big knife I use, do you want to pick a weapon." "I don't even need to ask my name, as soon as I open my mouth, it's about martial arts. He used his usual weapon, and the other party came up with his bare hands. It seems that he has taken advantage of the other party, and it is natural for the other party to pick a weapon that he can take advantage of.

The Mongolian man who came on the field was not polite, and immediately walked to the side.

On the other side of the field, there are two rows of shelves with various weapons hanging from them. Swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, whips, hammers, boring sticks, mallets, crutches, meteor hammers, eighteen kinds of weapons, all are complete.

The Mongolian man made a round of inspections and soon chose a big knife as well. He took the broadsword off the rack and played with it in his hand twice. As if he didn't think the big knife was so handy, he put the knife back on the shelf, and instead removed a larger and heavier big knife next to it. This time, he didn't try again, and walked back to where Fang had just stood with the big knife.

The rules are simple, point to point, and it's best not to kill people. Whoever leaves the arena first or takes the initiative to say that he admits defeat, winning or losing will be determined, and the game will be over.

These two people, each holding a big knife, both said a word of invitation, and before they even had time to blink, both of them suddenly burst into shape, instantly narrowing the distance between the two people. This was followed by the sound of metal striking each other. Then there was the sound of a "bell" from the metal falling to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, everyone on the sidelines only saw the Mongolian man kneeling on one knee, and the gray and white clothes on his shoulders were instantly stained red with blood, and the blood even fell down his arm and stained the brown carpet on the wooden field.

The blood dripped on the ground, and beside this man, the big knife he had carefully selected was split in two, and the crack was a neat and sharp straight line.

Looking up along the arm of this person, who was still bleeding, I saw that the big knife in Wang Dadao's hand was slashing at his shoulder, and it was also a neat knife edge, and the bones were deep and visible. Wang Dadao held the handle of the knife with one hand, obviously showing mercy to his subordinates, otherwise he was afraid that this person's arm would have been separated from his body long ago.

The Mongolian man couldn't support it, his body almost fell to the ground, and his other uninjured hand seemed to be about to grasp the wound on his hand, but he only dared to lightly touch his own hand, and he didn't dare to use force at all. Cold sweat was already running down his forehead, and his entire face was bloodless. While enduring the severe pain, he had to say: "I admit defeat!" "I don't want to leave my arm or even my own life on the field, except to take the initiative to admit defeat, he has no other way to go.

Fortunately, everyone sees how powerful his opponent is, even if he admits defeat, everyone has nothing else to say. Putting one of your arms on your own for nothing, that's too stupid to row.

"Take!" Wang Dadao said, and then pulled out the big knife in his hand suddenly. It was as if this Mongolian had suddenly lost his last support and support, and his already weak body trembled and fell straight to the stage.

Simply, since it is a martial arts competition, it is inevitable that there will be casualties. In addition to the envoys and players of their own countries, the three countries also brought indispensable doctors. Immediately, two Mongolian soldiers ran up to the stage and carried the man down. Immediately, several Liberians dressed as doctors surrounded him, and while treating his injuries, they quickly carried him back to his camp.

In fact, judging from the actions and body shape of this Mongolian on the field, he can be regarded as a player with good martial arts. People are holding big knives, and he also chooses big knives, which seems to be a bit tricky, but it is not unreasonable. It's just that no one thought that he would be defeated by the opponent's knife with just one move. The opponent's martial arts moves are not necessarily very clever, it is not difficult to see from his way of playing and shooting, but the difficulty is that this person's movements are quite fast, the strength is very fierce, and the big knife in his hand is definitely tailored and carefully crafted. With just one move, he could cut off the broadsword in the hand of the Mongolian and even cut his arm. is enough to show the benefits of his ability and the ferocity of his attack!

After the doctor's inspection, this Wang Dadao said that his subordinates were merciful, but in fact, he didn't necessarily leave much affection. Although this hand was saved, but the wound was too deep, this hand was actually almost abolished, not to mention practicing martial arts with a knife in the future, even if you want to hold a bowl and chopsticks, it will not be easy.

Xuanyuan Yichen and Liu Qingyan couldn't help frowning when they saw it in their eyes. Neither of them is a good man or a woman, and there are not a few people who die because of them. Especially more often, Xuanyuan Yichen only needs to give an order, no matter how many people he wants to kill, he has his own subordinates to do it for him. And Liu Qingyan is basically doing it himself, and the more bloody and cruel pictures are not a problem. She really wouldn't even blink an eye. But now, could it be that since he came to this ancient time, the comfortable life has been too long and beautiful, and some are not used to such bloodshed. She felt a little unbearable.

The first challenger was carried off the ring with only one move at the cost of one arm. All of a sudden, the entire barracks became unusually quiet. Even the wounded Mongolian passed out, and even the sound of moaning was released.

Even if there were still people who looked down on or even ridiculed this Wang Dadao at the beginning, after this first battle, everyone saw how powerful he was. Wang Dadao himself was still silent, seriously waiting for the next challenger to come to power. However, the four princes of the country were already full of pride, as if the champion of the third day had already won the victory. It was only that soon his smug look was slightly reduced.

Some people are bluffing, while others are real skills. Some people are afraid of death, and some people are not afraid of death. Someone flew directly over and landed firmly on the stage. This time, it was a Daliang countryman who came up, dressed as an ordinary soldier. But I don't know if it's because he's a native of Daliangguo, or because he's a soldier and has a lot of prestige in the army. As soon as he came to power, the largest number of soldiers in the audience, including Daliangguo, suddenly cheered, and even the ordinary people who were stopped outside the gate knew that the second one to come to the stage to challenge was the soldiers of their own country, even if they couldn't see anything, they cheered up.

The soldier held the same spear as all the soldiers in his hand, and after a few brief greetings, the soldier made a move that was ready to strike. Basically, it was the challenger who attacked first, and the soldier moved, and the spear in his hand stabbed straight at the big knife in Wang Dadao's hand. To be exact, it was his hand holding the broadsword, and the soldier seemed to want Wang Dadao to discard the weapon in his hand. Everyone has seen the power of this big knife, but maybe Wang Dadao will really respond to this soldier's thoughts, and in order to save his hand, he has to choose to abandon the car to protect the handsome.

However, as I said before, the speed of Wang Dadao was very fast, and as soon as the soldier's spear stabbed over, Wang Dadao's big knife also swung over, aiming at the head of the spear.