The head wrapping knife is close to the body, and the progress is on the shelf to stir the root of the gun.

In the battle between masters, every moment is filled with the smell of death.

Tension was brewing between the two, and even the air seemed to become viscous.

Zhang San's eyes were wide open, locking every inch of his opponent's muscles. Xiao Yang's peach blossom eyes narrowed completely, and the picture in his vision gradually blurred, leaving only the trembling tip of the spear, which swayed regularly in the air.

Nantes licked his chapped lips nervously, this was the first time he had seen Xiao Yang fight with people, although Mrs. Dou said that only victory and defeat are divided, not life and death, but the two people in the field are regarded as life and death battles.

In the fight between cold weapons, how can it be said that you can stop it?

Zhang San moved first, the gun is the king of a hundred soldiers, he practices the cannon gun, the first of the Xingyi spearmanship, strong and powerful, and he is left-handed, the right hand is in front and the left hand is in the back, and a gun is like a cannon being discharged.

Xiao Yang, who was tense, immediately reacted and kicked the ground to meet him.

"Yikes!" A surprised light sound erupted from Nantes's side. Kan Shuxin didn't understand, an inch long and an inch strong, how could Xiao Yang choose to be tough?

Anyone can see that the heavy spear is best at attacking fortifications, and this devastating thrust has a thousand powers, and the opponent can only avoid its edge. It was Zhang San who was ready to collapse, pick, split, and smash, but Xiao Yang met the attack unexpectedly, and he had the courage to break the kettle.

"Dangchang!" Swords and guns intersected, making a metal collision sound, and the figures of the two men were separated with a touch.

The moment Xiao Yang stabbed the tip of the spear in the forehead, his body was strangely short and moved half a body to the left, not only avoiding the midline that Xingyi Fist valued the most, but also the opponent's backhand position, and all the back moves lost their target.

The next moment, what he had to do was to stick it up and unleash the most rapid blow at a distance of about a meter.

It's a pity that he is not facing an ordinary opponent, Zhang San is too late to put away the gun, so he chooses to turn around and pick the tail.

The head of the spear is forced to exert force at the waist when it turns, sweeping half a circle to the left, the tip of the spear is retracted into the left hand, and the root of the iron spear in the right hand is turned into the head of the spear and drills out.

In this way, it became him to wait for Xiao Yang to crash into the spike at the end of the iron spear.

Xiao Yang's strength made it impossible for the old man to borrow his strength, so he had to take the knife and slash it out and swing the spear away.

The strong force caused the two to take a few steps back, and once again distanced themselves.

In this move, they each tested each other's skills, and sure enough, they all lived up to their reputations, and both sides were more cautious in their moves.

Zhang San's cannon gun, what he is best at is to kill the opponent's face door at an angle of 45 degrees, facing a knife hand, the iron gun more than 2 meters long has an obvious advantage, he only needs to force Xiao Yang at a distance of three or four meters away, and he will be invincible first.

Xiao Yang naturally wanted to charge, and he got close to the fight as fast as possible, so that he could have a chance to win.

It's just that Zhang San's marksmanship is exquisite, and he can shake the iron gun out of the gun in any way of blocking, taking, and piercing, and even the local air is stirred, so that Xiao Yang, who is pointed at by the head of the gun, is out of line, and can only keep moving sideways and circling.

The two confronted each other for three minutes, Xiao Yang ran high and low, and used all kinds of body techniques such as bow, insertion, entry, pad, servant, void, rest, and legs, like a slippery and agile monkey, dodging every pressure, picking, splitting, stabbing, jumping, and shaking of the big gun......

Nantes' eyes widened and he stared, many of which the master had never taught him. It took a few minutes for the second intersection of the knife and the gun, and there was a stabbing wail, a sharp and piercing sound that made people palpitate and be upset.

The flexible body of the big gun waved up, with a "whining" sound of breaking the wind, like a dragon enveloping Xiao Yang's body.

He had just moved sideways to dodge when he was hit in the retreating path by a mysterious blow that forced him to block with his sword.

The tremendous power is transmitted to the sword through the amplification of the vibration of the gun, which is no longer accessible to manpower. Rao is Xiao Yang's strength is not weak, he was still thrown out with a knife, and he landed on the ground and rolled twice in a row before he unloaded his strength.

Zhang San was unforgiving, and the spear of more than ten catties danced out of the afterimage, stabbing Xiao Yang, who had not had time to get up.

......Tumbling, tumbling, and continuing to roll, Xiao Yang tried his best to avoid every shot that stabbed him in the waist, and each stroke of the tip of the spear pierced a spark on the stone floor.

The onlookers were silent, everyone's hearts were in their throats, as long as Xiao Yang was a little slower than half a beat, he would be pierced by the tip of a long spear.

Dou Chunhua straightened her waist, and the word "stop" had already surged to the tip of her tongue, but the next moment Xiao Yang turned over, and a carp beat up to avoid a shot in her waist and stood up.

On the contrary, it was Zhang San, because of the high-frequency dozens of, his strength was slightly discharged, and he was approached by Xiao Yang.

This time he squatted down, but his left foot stretched out diagonally, and the knife was lifted from the bottom up, right in the middle of the spear, and a spark was slashed diagonally.

The gun is divided into three sections, the tip, the rib, the root tail, the tip is powerful and sinks between the shaking hands to hurt people, the root tail is flexible to entangle and convert both offense and defense, but the middle rib is the weakest point, the split attack can not be back, the horizontal frame can not be defended and can not be attacked.

This was the turning point, Uncle Xiao, who had been pressed and beaten, finally grabbed his best attack distance, and the long knife used a flirtatious knife momentum, and the left and right knives were continuous, making Zhang San hurriedly retreat again and again. If it weren't for the extremely tough and elastic body of the gun, it would have been cut off long ago.

The hundred and tenth onlookers inside and outside let out an exclamation, none of them expected that the situation would suddenly become like this.

Nantes relaxed, sat down with the broken knife in her arms, and smacked her mouth and looked around.

Kan Shuxin looked at his steady victory, and couldn't help but squat down: "What are you looking for?" ”

"What a good-looking martial arts movie, it would be nice if I had some melon seeds and popcorn or something."

"Your master is fighting with people on the field, and you are watching the excitement below? Not worried at all? ”

"What's the worry about, he's sure to win."

"Not necessarily, the third brother hasn't made a trick yet!"

"What? And the trick? What's the trick? ”

"Look, in fact, the third brother is best at entanglement!"

Kan Shuxin's eyes stared at the arena, this duel was the highest level of cold weapon battle, and the danger in it was far from being visible to laymen.

Breaking, smashing, and entanglement, the three sections of the big gun have their own strengths, but the core is actually luck.

Now, although Zhang San is a little embarrassed, he intends to listen, and every time he blocks, he is accumulating analysis data, and predicting and verifying Xiao Yang's next move through the change of strength at the moment of the knife and gun exchange.

Listening also requires the cooperation of eyes and experience, which is like Chinese medicine looking at and hearing the pulse of Cheri, and can judge the cause from the slight changes in strength.

Finally, after blocking Xiao Yang's elusive knife again, Zhang San, who had been in a hurry, determined the angle and strength of his next move, saw the opportunity not to retreat, but to advance, and almost collided with the aggressive Xiao Yang.

The root and tail of the big gun and his two arms formed a triangular bracket, and the entanglement, pumping, compression, plucking and footwork that had infiltrated the bones were immediately reflexively used.

The spear roots and the long knives in a circle were mixed together, and as they collided in the opposite direction, the four arms were also pinned together, and the two of them were like twisted twists and could not move.

"A tie?" Nantes's eyes widened.

"Look, he's going to die!" Kan Shuxin said with a word, breaking Zhang San's back move.

In the close-fitting short fight, a large spear more than two meters long and a katana more than one meter long have the same embarrassment, and once they are swung out, it is difficult to exert lethality.

But Zhang San is good at close wrapping, which is an unexpected method, as if a cunning hunter has set a trap and waited for those short weapon masters to send him to the door.

In fact, at the beginning of the fight, he deliberately acted very afraid of Xiao Yang and tried to force the other party three meters away, but in fact, he had been waiting for him to crash into his arms.

The most taboo in the close range of spearmanship is to let go, but Zhang San let go, let the spear fall, and free up his hands to pinch Xiao Yang's wrist. Xiao Yang was stunned for a moment, thinking that the other party was going to grab the knife, so he twisted his wrist.

As a result, Zhang San took advantage of the situation and used the grappling method of gold wire wrapping his wrist, and an anti-joint technique buckled him, and the long knife was immediately taken off.

The fist is afraid of the young strong, the stick is afraid of the old man, no one thought that the first shot in the Northeast is actually a trick to capture!