Chapter 56 Jiang Shan Wu Kuang

It is said that Hu Yang sat and watched the battle, and benefited a lot, but at the same time, he also found a problem, it seems that the higher the realm of the martial artist, the faster the battle will end.

Just now, the warriors of the Samurai Realm duel eight rounds, and it took an hour and a half, but now the martial artists of the Martial Arts Realm have duel for eight rounds, but it only takes one hour, and there are even two competitions that will decide the winner and loser by looking at each other.

Does this mean that the higher the realm of a martial artist, the greater the disparity in strength between the same realm?

"The two martial artists of the Hurricane and the Tempest Realm are on the field. The black-armored officer announced loudly.

Jiang Shan, who was short and strong beside Hu Yang, heard the officer's call, stood up and walked to the field, he carried a short and wide sword in his right hand, only three feet long and six inches wide, which looked like an iron brand; on his left arm was a shield, this shield was prismatic, less than a foot wide, about two feet five long, the shield was folded, and the two ends were as sharp as a sword; he looked like he was holding two short swords, one large and one small, or two shields, one large and one small.

Jiang Shan walked to the middle of the field and stood still, did not put on a posture, did not salute and talk to the opponent, just looked at the other party in a daze, and even put his right arm behind his back.

Jiang Shan's opponent is called Wang Lang, who is also a heavy sword warrior, and when he saw this short man's stunned posture, the martial artist who had just reached the middle of the line almost gave up halfway.

"You're very polite, I'll be a little lighter later, and I won't hurt you badly. Jiang Shanwen said angrily, and his tone was reasonable.

Wang Lang almost lost his breath, his bronzed face turned red, and he wanted to scold: You bastard praised me for being very polite, what about yourself? and said that he would be lighter......

It happened that the Martial Saint in the air announced the start of the competition, and Wang Lang was so angry that he rushed to attack first, and rushed forward: "Ang ......"

The heavy sword in his hand hummed, from top to bottom, and stabbed at Jiang Shan's upper body.

Jiang Shan was not in a hurry, and he didn't see the momentum to exert himself, but he stood still with his legs half-open, leaned forward slightly, and then raised the shield in his left hand upward.

"Generous ......"

Wang Lang's heavy sword slashed at the shield, but was slid to the side by the fold of the shield.

Wang Lang's pace changed sharply, and he was about to close the momentum and cut again, but he saw that Jiang Shan's erected shield suddenly straightened the flat end, and the tip of the shield pierced the heart.

Jiang Shan was still not in a hurry, the shield seemed to have been set up in advance, waiting for Wang Lang's heavy sword to cut up.

"Bang ......"

This time, the heavy sword did not slip away, and the sword and shield cross-cross forms of the two sides collided together.

Jiang Shan's body shook twice and his feet did not move, but Wang Lang's body shook and he stepped back three feet.

"I'm going to take out the sword, let's end it!" Jiang Shan said lightly.

Feelings have been taken several times, and he hasn't used his sword yet, is it just that he hasn't done his best?

As soon as the words fell, he attacked, saying that he was out of the sword, but out of the shield, the shield was unreasonable and swept to Wang Lang's waist; Wang Lang bowed his body with a horse step, and at the same time a sword-picking style and heavy sword slashed out obliquely from the bottom to the top, ready to lift the shield over his head, and the heavy sword was immediately connected with a straight stab, so that the opponent's rhythm was disrupted and he grasped the opportunity.

Jiang Shan really took out the sword, and the sword followed the shield sideways, but it was longer than the shield, how could it be so weird?

Wang Lang lifted the shield above his head with a sword, and was about to catch a straight stab, when suddenly his waist shook, and then he flew out and fell into the dust.

Before he could get up, Jiang Shan's iron-like sword was already in his throat - defeated!

Wang Lang lay on the ground and saw clearly: Jiang Shan's right arm was more than half a foot longer than his left arm.

No wonder he doesn't salute, no wonder he always puts his right arm behind his back!

Hu Yang watched his eyebrows flutter and applauded loudly. This Jiang Shan's moves seem to be straightforward and fancy-free, but they give full play to their own advantages, what is talented?

That's it!

It wasn't until he appeared that Hu Yang realized that his right arm was different from his left arm, and he had known him for several days, why did he know it today?

It shows that he is a low-key to insidious guy, who always makes people inadvertently ignore him and not observe him seriously, and his right arm seems to have some way to hide, in short, Hu Yang didn't find it.

In other words, this guy is a yin connoisseur!

In addition, Hu Yang admired his calm expression and posture as if he was underbeaten.

I don't know if he is really stupid or fake stupid, in short, he gives people a stunned and stupid look, but he speaks angrily, which can always make people lose their rationality in a fit of anger, and then be fooled, such as Wang Lang who is lying on the ground now;

The Martial Saint Judge announced that Jiang Shan had won, and he turned around and left.

When he came to the stands, he ignored the cheers and cheers of the soldiers in the stands, buried his head and sat down on the sidelines in a daze.

Hu Yang greeted him very warmly, and secretly kept him in mind, this is a genius who is not inferior to Zhang Cheng and Wei Cheng.

A moment later, the black-armored officer announced that the two martial arts realms of Hurricane and Tempest were on the field. Wu Kuang, a yellow-faced man with a thick skeleton and a stiff face, stood up, held a huge mace seven feet long, and rode a Tianhuang demon horse with a black body and shiny fur, and ran towards the field.

The soldiers in the stands began to shout and cheer frantically again: "Bang bang...... Wind...... Bang Bang ...... Tempest ......"

Because the horse battle needs to sprint, so it is not stipulated that the warrior stands still and waits for the referee to give the order to start the war again, and the battle begins when the two sides play; Wu Kuang saw that the opponent on the opposite side, Cui Hu, had also played, so he urged the horse to sprint, the black Tianhuang demon horse is indeed extraordinary, the four legs are bent like a bow, the pedaling is like an arrow, and the ground is like an arrow, although the strength is not as violent as the second ball, but it also starts fast and has a fierce momentum.

Cui Hu on the opposite side was holding a long-handled war knife in his hand, and it seemed that he was also a heavy soldier, and the yellow fat demon horse under the seat was not inferior to Wu Kuang's dark horse, and the two of them started and sprinted almost at the same time, and the distance of twenty zhang was instantaneous.

When the two sides were four zhang away, Wu Kuang picked up the mace in his hand and smashed it down with the momentum of Mount Tai;

"Rigid ......"

The soldiers of the two sides collided, making a deafening noise.

That Cui Hu seemed to be slightly inferior in strength, and the force of the shock flicked the long knife backwards. But he didn't see the slightest panic, but the long knife was in a whirl with the momentum of rebound, and the upper body twisted strangely from the waist in a whole circle, and the long knife slashed at Wu Kuang with a "hiss" sound of breaking the wind - this is a typical hidden back hand.

The second horse staggered and rushed over, Wu Kuang seemed to have been on guard against Cui Hu's insidious routine, and the mace was also a whirling from top to bottom, from front to back, and the mace smashed behind him with a whistling sound.

"Rigid ......"

The two of them looked at each other and collided twice in the blink of an eye, which was thrilling.

The demon horses on both sides staggered out, each standing ten zhang away, turning the horse's head, and sprinting and colliding again. In this round, Wu Kuang's mace in his hand was not smashed down from top to bottom, but swept around the waist - "Woo ??????"

The demon horse under Wu Kuang's seat cooperated seamlessly, and when Wu Kuang swept out the mace, he had already lowered his head to guard against the opponent's same sweep; Cui Hu's demon horse saw the mace smashing head-on with a whistling, and could only bow his head to avoid it, if Cui Hu didn't want to die together, he could only abandon the attack as a defense, and on the horse, his legs were straight, he stood up, leaned forward, the long knife in his hand was erected, and his arms were infused with vitality and pushed forward.

"Rigid ......"

The soldiers of the two sides collided for the third time, and the two demon horses rushed forward, each with a lot of force.

Wu Kuang's demon horse no longer rushed forward, very insidiously slowed down with the power of this moment, and turned back sharply, but Cui Hu's demon horse had the same idea, and the two horses rushed out of the three zhang and turned around again to look at the face, so the sound of "Gangqiang" was endless, and the dust was filled.

Ten didn't breathe, and two demon horses rushed out of the smoke.

What about people?

When the smoke and dust cleared, everyone saw that Wu Kuang and Cui Hu were strung together like the two martial artists of the martial arts realm with a sword and a sword just now.

The mace and long-handled knives of the two were thrown on the ground behind them, and the two of them were strung together by two short swords, both of which were pierced from the left side of the other's chest, piercing out, and the two stood still, if it weren't for the short sword stabbed in each other's bodies, it looked like a pair of old friends were patting each other on the shoulder to greet each other.

The two of them were controlled by the martial saint seniors in the air and couldn't move, and the blood in Wu Kuang's mouth gushed out like spring water, but he didn't care about it, and opened his mouth to scold: "The surname is Cui, Lao Tzu has long known that you are sinister, you will hide the secret hand of the yin man Lao Tzu will also, you will hide the short sword under the saddle Lao Tzu will also! After a few years of fighting, when did Lao Tzu lose to you, and when was he afraid of you, the king of the eight lambs?"

That Cui Hu also vomited blood, and he also didn't care about it, and scolded back: "When did you make a cheap profit?" If it weren't for the martial saint predecessors today, your tamping goods would have died thoroughly, and next time you don't have this good luck, Lao Tzu will kill you if you don't kill this mess. ”

"You 'eight' bastard bullshit! Lao Tzu is dead, are you still alive? Lao Tzu stabbed you with a sword, and your heart is cold!"

Three warriors rushed to the stands on both sides, fed them with pills, put them on stretchers and carried them away, and the two of them lay down and vomited blood while still scolding themselves.

"Listen to the surname Cui, the next time you start a fight, Lao Tzu will beat you again, Lao Tzu will smash your head into a puddle of"

"You rammer waiting, next time you don't have this good luck, Lao Tzu will cut off your head with a knife and refine it into a urinal!"

Hu Yang saw the posture of the two and listened to the conversation between the two, and couldn't help but be speechless, what a wonderful pair!

What do you mean next time you want half a life? You two have only half a life left now, okay!

Vomiting blood and vomiting can't stop, and scolding a bird?

This is an out-and-out murderer, an out-and-out ruthless, an out-and-out yin man, an out-and-out enemy, and an old enemy.

As a result, the two parts of Tempest and Tempest once again had an equally bizarre draw.

It was already afternoon, and some soldiers brought lunch from the canteen with a deserted convoy, and the black-armored officer announced that he would continue the battle after lunch, and that the meal time would be three quarters of an hour, and the meal would be prepared for a quarter of an hour. It was said to be lunch, but there was no rice at all, all pieces of meat, broth, and some unknown fruits.

Hu Yang has become accustomed to this kind of diet that is very unhealthy in the eyes of the brick family and eats too much and will definitely die early, and he likes it very much, and he doesn't look at the fruit, so he grabs time to eat more than 30 catties of meat, drinks more than 10 catties of broth, and eats a full 80% so-so.