Chapter 55: Two Balls Out

It is said that the two balls are sinister and cunning, first entering the field in broken steps, and when everyone thought that it would approach and set up a posture and start a battle, this guy suddenly broke out, and the four-legged ground flew sand and stones, like a huge crossbow stone shot at the opponent's man and horse.

Wei Cheng was startled at first, and then excitedly screamed: "Wow...... Jiang Heng looks at the halberd!"

His halberd is a heavy halberd, and the handle of the halberd is not elastic, and it weighs four hundred catties. In addition to the perverted physique of Hu Yang and Yuan Damabang, it is very rare for a martial artist to be able to use four hundred catties of heavy soldiers in the samurai realm.

Wei Cheng let out a strange scream, and the second ball had already rushed to the opposite side of Jiang Heng less than five zhang, at such a speed, the distance between five zhang was only the distance between the blink of an eye.

At this time, the demon horse under Jiang Heng's seat had just started to rush forward, but it was too late.

Wei Cheng shouted, stood up half-upright on the back of the second ball, leaned forward, and the heavy halberd in his hand was in a semicircle, and the people, horses, and soldiers were united, bringing a strong wind to the face, and the heavy halberd smashed and thorned, and fell towards Jiang Heng's head.

The crescent blade of the heavy halberd and the tip of the spear made an arc of light, and smashed down head-on with the dull sound of "woo" breaking the wind, the horse was fast, the man was fast, the halberd was faster, and the momentum was pressing. Jiang Heng didn't dare to continue urging the horse to hedge, he raised the spear in his hand between the lightning and flint, raised his arms above his head, and lifted the dantian vitality with all his strength to infuse his legs and arms.

The demon horse under the seat also knew that it was powerful, and it also quickly lifted its vitality and poured it into its whole body, its legs were erect like pillars, leaning forward slightly, and the horse's back was slightly arched, ready to withstand this powerful impact.

"Clanging ......"

With a loud bang, Jiang Heng felt as if he had caught a huge meteorite falling from the sky, his arms were numb, his spear was bent into a bow, and he was almost smashed down with a soft waist, his eyes were full of gold stars, and a stream of qi and blood rushed up, his throat was sweet, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

The demon horse trembled on all fours, barely holding on, and then staggered back eight feet to the cry of "Herod".

"Hey, hey...... Hey, hey, hey, hey......"

Jiang Heng and the demon horse under the seat had not yet reacted from the shock and dizziness, and the ugly and terrifying strange horse on the opposite side let out another strange scream, and both the person and the horse were hit by this strange sound, and they were dizzy and wanted to vomit.

This is not over, the strange horse opened his lips, and his mouth was as weird as a hippopotamus by half a foot, and a clamp was on the nose of the demon horse under Jiang Heng's seat, and the speed was as fast as lightning.

"Herod'......"

The demon horse under the seat screamed, Jiang Heng was about to rescue, but he heard the sound of wind overhead, and sure enough, Wei Cheng was a halberd and slashed down, and hurriedly set up a gun to block again.

"Clanging ......"

Jiang Heng spit out a mouthful of blood again, and almost planted the horse with a daze, fortunately, the demon horse under the seat is his master of war, at the critical moment, the demon horse endured the pain in his heart, shook his head desperately, pulled out his nose from the mouth of the second ball, and turned around and ran away with a backward trend.

The second ball bit off half of the demon horse's nose and fist-sized piece of meat, and it was dripping with blood, and the rammer actually chewed and swallowed the fist-sized piece of meat, and chased after it; the ugly head of the frightened man stretched forward, turned his lips, and his teeth were shining, and the horse's mouth that was half a foot open was a blur of flesh and blood, like a demon!

"Hey...... Hey, hey, hey, hey......"

The fleeing man and horse were all revenant, running desperately but not escaping, then Jiang Heng heard the wind behind him again, and shouted: "I ......"

"Smack......

Before Jiang Heng's words "admit defeat" were shouted, he was slapped on the back by Wei Chengyi's halberd, falling down the horse and falling into the dust.

It all happened very slowly, but it happened in just four or five breaths. The soldiers in the stands heard Wei Cheng shouting, and then there were only two or three waves of horses' hooves rising and falling, and then they heard the collision of the soldiers: "Bang bang......."

Then the strange horse let out a disgusting "hey, hey, hey" strange scream, and then Jiang Heng's demon horse screamed miserably, and there was another explosion of a collision of martial arts, and Jiang Heng pulled out the horse and fled, and before he escaped ten zhang, he was smashed off the horse, and the victory and defeat were divided.

"The two sides have ceased fighting, and the victory or defeat of the competition has been divided!"

The Martial Saint Judge in the air announced in a low voice, and after speaking, he looked at the Erqiu guy condescendingly and with interest, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes.

Jiang Heng had just fallen off the horse, and then even the two balls, which were huge and powerful, couldn't move, and the fangs of the guillotine, which were half a foot open and terrifying like a devil, were only half a foot away from the demon horse's balls, and they just couldn't bite it;

In front of the stands of the Wind Department, Hu Yang knew that the result would be like this because of his confidence in the second ball, but he didn't expect it to be so fast. But the others were different, Zhang Cong sat next to the dark-skinned Uncle Menxing, his eyes widened.

"Xiao Miao, what are you doing pinching Uncle Wang's thigh?" the corners of Uncle Menxing's mouth twitched, puzzled.

"Uncle Wang, I'm fifteen and a half years old, and you still call me Xiao Miao?

"Then what are you pinching my thigh?"

"I thought I was dreaming!"

The Temporal Crew in the stands also took two breaths to react - they had already won.

Immediately, the crowd in the stands was like a bowl of water poured into a pan of oil, jumping and jumping, shouting and shouting, boiling into the sky, and after a while, the sound merged into a neat rhythm.

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

Hu Yang clearly saw that Yuan Da Ma Bang jumped up, but the strange thing was that he did not stand up, kept his sitting posture unchanged, and jumped more than two feet high; without waiting for others to see it, Yuan Da Commander quickly fell, immediately sat upright, and brushed back his golden hair, so what the others saw was a Yuan Da Commander with a light cloud.

The Martial Saint Judge announced Wei Cheng's victory, and he rode the second ball to the stands of the Tempest Department, and in the tsunami-like shouts of the Tempest Warrior Mountain, a young black face turned dark purple with excitement, and he raised the heavy halberd above his head, feeling that he had never been so complacent in his fifteen years of life.

The two-ball walk became a swing posture again, two steps out of the rhythm of six steps, and raised the frightened head to the highest, left and right to try to block Wei Cheng's figure;

Walking to the front of the stage, Wei Cheng jumped up and gave Hu Yang a bear hug when he got off the horse, and he was inexplicably excited.

"Big brother, you really know how to do it with these two balls!"

Hu Yang was depressed for a while, how strange did this sound??????

Someone from the stands of the Wind Department carried Jiang Heng down, and the martial artists under the battle list approved Wei Cheng's name in red and wrote a big victory next to it, so far all the martial arts competitions in the samurai realm have been completed.

After half a pillar of incense, the black-armored officer announced the beginning of the martial arts realm duel, and the martial arts contest that was still on the stage to settle grievances was launched first, but only four foot battles were held in one round, and two horse battles were held at the same time.

Eight infantry warriors went up on the field, divided into four pairs, and stood opposite each other.

The two martial arts realm martial artists in front of Hu Yang used a machete martial artist and a heavy sword martial artist, the martial artist who used the heavy sword happened to be from the Tempest Sect, and the martial artist who used the machete was from the Swift Wind Sect.

The martial artist of the Wind Department was very unlucky, and he actually drew the field in front of the stands of the Wind Department: "Bang bang...... Wind...... Bang Bang ...... Tempest ......"

In the midst of the earth-shattering cheers, the martial artist of the Tempest Department held the hilt of the heavy sword with both hands, pointed the bronze giant sword obliquely at the sky, and the black training uniform swelled and shrank, and his hair was windless.

"Ang ......"

The heavy sword in the hand of the Tempest Warrior hummed, and the voice was deep and shocking.

The sword-wielding warrior didn't take any stance, the five-foot-long machete with the tip back and the edge of the knife lying outward on his shoulder, his hands gripping the hilt, and only the light from his slightly smaller eyes could tell that he was facing a battle.

"The joust begins!"

The voice of the air martial saint just fell: "Ang hum ......"

"Boom ......"

A blue light and a white light flashed in front of Hu Yang's eyes at the same time, and the swords of the two great martial artists had already collided once, and the loud sound was deafening; the bodies of the two shook at the same time, and each took two steps back, leaving four footprints more than three inches deep on the ground.

"Boom...... Boom...... Boom...... Boom ......"

When they collided four times in a row and stood still again, their arms trembled a little, as if they were equal in strength and about the same in weight, and the shock of the fierce collision of the armed forces on their arms was the same.

"Ah......h

The sword-wielding warrior suddenly let out a long roar, and the two-foot black hair scattered behind his head stood upside down, the machete was raised above his head, and his legs were infused with vitality, and the muffled muffled sound of the machete "buzzed" and slashed down with the momentum of ten thousand jun.

At the same time, the heavy sword warrior also changed his momentum, the samurai uniform suddenly swelled like an inflatable, a cloud of smoke and dust rose from his feet, and the giant sword in his hand was "??????"

"Boom ......"

The epee warrior leaned forward and sank half a foot under his feet, while the machete warrior flew four feet backwards and took two steps back to gain a foothold.

Immediately, the two of them rushed forward again almost at the same time, and the sound of the soldiers "clanging" was endless, and the dust was filled.

After the two fought, Hu Yang could only distinguish the offensive and defensive moves of the two from the difference between the heavy sword and the long knife. Half an hour later, when the dust cleared, he saw the two men standing two feet apart from each other, gasping for air in their nostrils and their eyes wide.

What's the situation?

It wasn't until the dust cleared that he could see that the two had been strung together.

The machete slashed from the left shoulder of the swordsman, sinking the back of the sword into the flesh, and the slasher stabbed through the left chest of the machete, piercing through the blade half a foot long from the back. Probably because the martial saint seniors in the air forbade it, the two of them were not allowed to move, and the two martial artists were also left in each other's bodies.

"Come, carry these two people down, and neither of them can be pulled out until the medicine master has finished healing. You two let go!" shouted the Martial Saint in the air.

Three people rushed up to each of the stands of the Storm and the Storm, separating the two of them, and the two warriors remained in their bodies; they first fed them a few pills, and then they were carried down on a stretcher, presumably to find a pharmacist to treat their injuries urgently.

Hu Yang's scalp was numb, this was the first time he had seen such a bloody scene.

If it weren't for the fact that the martial arts had sealed the blades and the martial saints in the air to take care of them, these two would probably end up together, and the machete warrior would definitely not be able to save his heart, and the heavy sword warrior would probably be split into two pieces with one sword.

The Martial Saint Judge in the air judged this tie, and this time the soldiers from the two major divisions did not shout and cheer, and some of the warriors seemed to have thoughtful looks on their faces.

An hour passed, and the martial artists of the martial arts realm on the field faced off against six rounds of foot combat and two rounds of horse fighting, all of which were martial artists who came to the stage to settle grievances.

The Tempest Division played nine games, with four wins, four losses and one draw, the Tempest Division played eight games, three wins, four losses and one draw, and the two divisions fought each other four times, with the Tempest Division having the advantage of two wins, one loss and one draw.

Hu Yang saw that Yuan Da Ma Bang was sitting on the high platform, and he began to "light the clouds and the breeze" again.