Chapter 53: The War Begins

Saying that, the martial saint from the Central Plains Haoran Holy Sect announced in a voice that sounded very gentle, but reached the depths of the hearts of everyone in the audience: "The competition begins!"

The weapons used by the two people in front of Hu Yang were all horizontal knives with slender blades.

The warrior with a slightly yellow face named Zhang Chi raised the horizontal knife in his hand diagonally upward, clenched the hilt of the knife with both hands, and rushed forward with his feet, while shouting in his mouth: "Qiu Chen, come on!"

In the midst of the shouting, the horizontal knife that sealed the blade "Xu" made a sound of breaking wind, bringing up a piece of silver light and slashing towards the white-faced warrior named Qiu Chen.

Qiu Chen didn't dare to slack off, he was already ready to attack while rushing forward with Zhang Chi. The horizontal knife in his hand slanted downward, and he turned around at a wrong step, and the horizontal knife also lifted up with the sound of breaking the wind, and the long knives collided, making a crisp sound of "bang".

The two of them shook their bodies at the same time, Qiu Chen's hind legs were three steps, and his hind legs were relaxed two and a half steps.

It seems that Qiu Chen's strength is slightly smaller, but the reaction is to go out of the line, when the body retreats, the legs kick back, and when the third step comes, the body has become a forward trend, the vitality is infused with the legs, and he rushes forward again, and the horizontal knife in his hand is a spin slash, blocking the waist and slashing at Zhang Chi.

Zhang Chi had just stood firm, and Qiu Chen's horizontal knife had already slashed at his waist, and he hurriedly bowed his body with a sideways step, and hurriedly raised his vitality to resist with a standing knife posture. The weapons collided with each other with a "bang" again, even if Zhang Chi had the advantage of strength, but he lost half of the first move, and his yellow face was slightly red when he was hit by strength and blood, and his feet slid out a foot sideways, and he suffered a small loss.

That Qiu Chen's hand was not finished, and a knife was blocked, and his feet flipped one after another with the power of rebound, and the horizontal knife in his hand was deflected, and the reverse was another waist slash, slashing towards Zhang Chi's right waist.

Zhang Chi hurriedly made another reverse side step bow, blocked by a standing knife, and the two became an offensive and defensive situation, and the sound of horizontal knives colliding with each other was endless.

Hu Yang watched it with relish on the side, that Qiu Chen's reaction was fast and fast, but his strength was slightly smaller, and that his relaxation speed and reaction were slightly slower, but his strength was slightly stronger, although he had no chance to attack, but his defense was safe.

If you have the same strength as the two of you, can you beat these two?

He felt that if he hadn't cultivated the Chaos Jade Body Skill before, he could have won the battle by spending some time, after all, the speed and reaction of these two people could not be compared with those two girls surnamed Qin, and he could survive for more than a month under the brutal destruction of those two girls, and he still had some experience;

After half an hour, Qiu Chen's horizontal knife still flew "swaying", attacking in a variety of ways, and although Zhang Chi had few offensive opportunities, there was no problem in defense, both of them were already sweating on their foreheads, and their breath was also a little short and disordered.

At this time, the winner had been divided on an adjacent martial arts field, and a warrior holding an eight-foot-long golden stick martial artist "woo, woo, woo" smashed three sticks in succession on the machete in the hand of the opposite warrior, making three loud noises of "dang, dang, dang".

The warrior holding the machete had a weak arm, and was smashed on the shoulder by the opponent's fourth stick, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and one arm fell weakly, and it was estimated that the bone was broken.

The stick warrior was about to rush up and make up for two more sticks, but he took a step forward but it was like hitting a wall head-on, and he couldn't move forward, and he couldn't smash the stick in his hand.

"You've already won the martial arts competition, you can't be ruthless!" said the gray-shirted martial saint in mid-air lightly.

Next to him, the same brother of the warrior with the machete came over and helped the warrior down, and the stick warrior laughed, and the stick on his shoulder went down proudly, and went to the black wind stand, and the soldiers in the stand shouted in unison like a tsunami: "Black wind, black wind, black wind......"

Someone under the battle list put the winner's name in red, and a big red word won was written next to the name, which looked very dazzling and conspicuous.

The stick warrior had just come off the field, and there was another battle to divide the winner and loser.

The winner was a spear-wielding warrior with an elongated scimitar in one hand and a round shield two feet in diameter on the other. The sword and shield warrior has a special body technique, jumping up and down to attack, trying to bully the opponent's gun within the range and close to the close attack.

Helplessly, the spear warrior is skilled, the gun is a shotgun, the vitality is urging, the silver spear is like a strange python out of the hole, the head of the gun conjures up a series of big gun flowers, with Li Xiao will be the sword and shield warrior counterattack in a hurry.

The round shield in the hand of the sword and shield warrior was in danger, and the spear head hit the plantain like rain on the round shield, making a series of "poof" sounds, but he could not bully himself into a close attack.

The two fought for most of the quarter of an hour, the spear in the hand of the spear warrior was bent like a bow by the spear shaft that suddenly shook his arms, and the spear head with a "woo" roar and a "poof" bounce on the round shield of the sword and shield warrior's arm, and the latter's feet flew off the ground and flew backwards five feet, just gaining a foothold, not wanting to make the spearman's feet move quickly, followed closely, and rounded the spear round a sweep of thousands of troops, and smashed it on the round shield of the sword and shield warrior again, making a muffled sound of "bang", such as defeating the leather.

The sword and shield warrior could no longer stand, and flew backwards and fell to the ground, and before he could get up, he was shot in the thigh by the spearman. made the spear warrior exhale and make a sound, and his arms exerted force, and he actually picked up the sword and shield warrior and threw it in the air, throwing three zhang in the air, smashing to the ground with a pop, writhing and struggling, but he couldn't get up.

That made the spearman know that there was a Martial Saint Judge in the air, and he would not allow himself to continue to teach his opponent, so he no longer pursued. When the Martial Saint announced that he had won, he went off the field with a victorious attitude.

This time it was the whirlwind stands that shouted: "Whirlwind, whirlwind, whirlwind......"

The next winner is a warrior who uses a long sword, with strange swordsmanship and fast body skills.

The opponent's mace is strong and heavy, tiger and tiger, but he can't even touch the corners of his clothes, the battle time is long, the mace warrior is energetic, physical strength is not enough, the rhythm of the move is a little slow, he drilled a gap to attack the next three roads, but the long sword of the sealing blade pierced the mace warrior's thigh, the blood flowed like a note, separated by the air martial saint, and won the game.

In the stands, there was another mountain tsunami: "Wind, wind, wind, wind......"

Next, another sword-wielding warrior was smashed by a halberd warrior of the Tempest Division, and a halberd slapped on his back, spitting blood from his mouth, and fell to the ground motionless.

A soldier rushed up to the stands of the Wind Department, helped the man who fell to the ground, fed him an elixir, and put his right hand on his back to catalyze the power of the medicine with vitality, and the wounded man began to move. From the stands of the Wind Department behind Hu Yang, there was a mountain shout: "Wind, wind, wind, wind......"

The most dangerous is a warrior with a sword.

The opponent uses Qimen weapons, with a meteor hammer in one hand and a round shield only one foot square on the other arm, although the round shield is small, but the defense is not leaky, and it does not affect the warrior's two-handed envoy meteor hammer attack. Later in the battle, the sword warrior slashed at the meteor hammer chain, not wanting the chain to be as soft as life, and the meteor hammer would smash into the back of his head in the air.

The martial saint in mid-air seemed to know everything, and he didn't know how to change the direction of the meteor hammer, biased downward, and smashed it on the back of the sword warrior, and the meteor hammer was covered with iron nails, beating the warrior's back into a bloody blur, and vomiting blood in his mouth. If it was at the time of the life-and-death duel, without the supervision and care of the martial saint seniors, the head of the sword warrior would probably be sparse.

While Hu Yang was paying attention to the situation of the martial arts competition on the field, he was absorbing the essence of the moves of these martial artists in his brain.

After watching the five duels, while he benefited a lot, he strengthened his determination to refine several kinds of natal martial arts in the future, because he found that the role of long and short martial arts has its own advantages and disadvantages, and mutual restraint is obvious, which shows that it is indeed impossible to take all kinds of natal martial arts, and the combination of long and short is the king, but the premise is that he can have enough time and energy to practice the basic skills of a variety of martial arts.

There have been five martial arts competitions on the field to decide the winner, and the last two martial artists who are still fighting are Zhang Chi and Qiu Chen in front of them.

Both of them were already tired and sweaty, panting, and it was estimated that the dantian vitality had been exhausted, and the remaining strength of ** insisted on fighting, but neither side could defeat the enemy. That Qiu Chen still attacked more and defended less, while Zhang Chi defended more and attacked less, Qiu Chen's movements had slowed down, but he was still half a beat faster than that Zhang Chi.

It was another slash on the head, Zhang Chi resisted with a horizontal knife, and the offensive and defensive moves of the two of them had little strength, but they couldn't hold on, and it became a game of endurance, depending on who couldn't hold on first.

Hu Yang watched very anxiously from the side, when will it be the end of the fight like this? I wonder if both of them are tired and paralyzed, and in the end it is still a draw.

He turned around and asked Liu Jiangdao, "Big brother, who is from the Tempest Department of those two?"

"There's no one from the Tempest Division, but that yellow-skinned guy seems to be an auxiliary soldier of the Tempest Division. ”

At this time, Qiu Chen slashed down with another knife, and Zhang Chi blocked the horizontal knife again, Hu Yang suddenly reminded loudly: "Kick the crotch!"

Both of them heard this sudden reminder, and at the same time subconsciously raised their feet and kicked.

But Qiu Chen's reaction was half a step faster, Zhang Chi had just raised his foot, he had already kicked in the crotch of Zhang Chi's pants, Zhang Chi's leg had not been raised, his waist had already bowed, and he was slapped on the back by Qiu Chen, falling to the ground, curling up like a ball, so the Air Martial Saint announced that Qiu Chen had won.

He was proud on the side, and said in his heart that when this junior disciple fights, he still needs to be reminded by the senior master to be interesting.

I didn't feel shameless or asshole at all.

After the six duels, six names were circled on the battle list, and the six big red winning words were very eye-catching. The Tempest Division fought two battles, both of which were when the auxiliaries settled their grievances with the Tempest Division, losing one and winning the other.

On the field, the injured were carried down by the brothers of the headquarters, the field was emptied, and the contest continued.

Next, the same six duels will be played together, and it is still the auxiliary soldiers of the samurai realm who will play, but it does not include the samurai realm of the two parts of the wind and the wind designated by the king.

A quarter of an hour later, the second round of the tournament was decided, with the Tempest Division winning one and losing two.

One was lost to the Wind Warrior and the other was lost to the Wind Listening Team Warrior, one of the Samurai Realm auxiliaries was smashed by the Wind Warrior with a spear warrior, and the other was shot in the lower abdomen by the Wind Listening Team warrior. The warrior of the Wind Listening Team unexpectedly took out a small sword from his arms in a landing and rolling, and shot an arrow at his lower abdomen, and the five-inch-long crossbow arrow was completely submerged in the abdomen, and he was seriously injured.

Hu Yang was like a dry sponge absorbing water, absorbing the essence of the warriors' battles, and while watching the battle, he summarized and realized the cultivation experience of the Chaos Jade Body Skill in his mind, which was very rewarding.

When I saw that the warrior who used the sword suddenly shot a crossbow arrow, I almost cried out, and when I saw that the injured person was a martial artist of the Tempest Division, I could barely hold back, but I was greatly appreciative in my heart, and I was very clever in using the martial artist's moves. At the same time, I secretly made up my mind that in the future, I would also think of a Yin man martial artist who was similar to that little puppet, which was estimated to be better than my two big moves of fishing for the moon and monkeys stealing peaches.

An hour and a half later, the auxiliary warriors of the Samurai Realm faced off in a total of eight rounds, with a total of nineteen Tempest Divisions, winning seven and losing twelve, and the Tempest Division playing eighteen battles, winning eight and losing ten, and the two Divisions playing twelve duels with six wins and six defeats, while the Tempest Division was at a disadvantage due to one less win and two more losses.

Hu Yang saw that Yuan Damabang, who was sitting on the stage, his face had begun to change, and his golden beard trembled like a thorn on the back of a porcupine, and he said in his heart, This is just the beginning, what are you anxious about? What is there to worry about when the auxiliaries lose two games?

Sure enough, the heavyweight fight came.

The black-armored officer on the stage announced: Since the competition between the warriors of the two samurai realms of Tempest and Storm is designated by the king, for the fairness of the soldiers of the two stands to cheer up and help the battle, the competition of the two designated games is all single-game and individual duels.

As soon as the black-armored officer's words fell, a burst of shouts erupted from the two stands, and the soldiers on both sides all stood up and smashed the mountain with the soldiers in their hands on the giant wooden stand.

The soldiers of the Wind Department behind Hu Yang were afraid of being suppressed by the Wind Department, and the weapons in their hands were struck into a rhythm with the shouts in their mouths.

"Bang bang...... Wind...... Bang Bang ...... Tempest ......"

"Bang bang ...... Tempest wins......"