Chapter 54: The Battle of the Swordsmen

It is said that when the Tempest General heard the Black Armor General announce the start of a single martial arts competition, he began to shout and cheer frantically.

Of course, the soldiers of the Hurricane Department on the other side were not vegetarians, and they responded with the same shouting rhythm, and before the samurai of the two sides started the war, the soldiers in the audience had already compared their voices.

There were all warriors present, hundreds of people raised their vitality and shouted together, the momentum was not ordinarily loud, and the sound was not ordinarily loud; the momentum created by the soldiers of the two sides made Hu Yang feel as if he was in front of the real two armies, and the sound of gold and iron resonance and shouting was estimated to be heard twenty miles away.

Zhang Liang, a warrior of the Samurai Realm who fought in the Tempest Division, was already young, estimated to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, and under the stimulation of this momentum, his white and tender face was already flushed before he could play, his hands were clenched, his eyes were bloodshot, and the tip of the long sword in his hand shook and trembled, and his expression seemed to be that if the opponent was in front of him, he would immediately behead him with a sword.

"Take twenty deep breaths and calm your qi and blood!" Hu Yang sighed.

Although he has little experience in martial arts, he has a lot of experience in various sports on the regular field, and he knows that if he gets too excited before going on the court, he will play at a big loss, or even half of his true level.

Hearing Hu Yang's reminder, Zhang Yan was alert, glanced at him gratefully, took a deep breath according to his words, his eyes were blood-red and his eyes gradually cleared.

After his head cleared up, Zhang Yan remembered the pre-war preparation process taught by the teacher, the dantian vitality ran slowly for a week, relaxed the muscles of every part of the body, and waved the silver glittering long sword a few times, feeling that the state had been adjusted to the best, his arm shook, and the dantian vitality was infused with the long sword.

"Groaning ......"

The long sword in his hand let out a pleasant sound.

Hu Yang saw that he would soon enter the best fighting state, and he had a lesson in his heart.

Zhang Chao adjusted his state, pointed his long sword at the ground, and walked to the center of the field unhurriedly, Chen Chao of the Wind Department was already standing opposite; coincidentally, Chen Chao was also using a sword, Zhang Chao walked to the opposite Chen Chao and stood about six feet away, the two swordsmen looked at each other, and the fighting spirit was strong.

"The auxiliary soldier of the Tempest Department came to ask for advice. Zhang Liang was very personable, holding a long sword in his right hand and pressing his chest with his left hand, performing a standard martial arts courtesy.

That Chen Chao returned the salute so-so, snorted coldly in his nose, but did not speak, as if he was very disdainful and impatient.

Hu Yang looked anxious, it was right for you to salute first, and you did it very right, but the other party was impatient and disdainful, why didn't you make a move and stab the past with a sword?

Hey, the great opportunity was in vain, this child is still too tender!

The two swordsmen saluted, and the two sides slowly put on a posture; Chen Chao stepped on a lunge, leaned forward, and pointed the long sword in his hand at the ground obliquely; Zhang Chao's legs were not eight, and the long sword in his right hand was level with his shoulder, and his posture looked very elegant.

Just as another wave of shouting came from the stands on both sides, Chen Chao flicked his feet, his body leaned forward and rushed out, the tip of the drooping sword "boom" provoked upward, and the long sword flashed with silver light, and stabbed Zhang Chao's chest in a clear "groan" sound.

The man and the sword are in a straight line, and the speed is fast.

Zhang Yan had already infused his right arm with vitality when the opponent launched an attack, and the long sword at the flat end suddenly swung forward.

"Dingdingding......"

In the blink of an eye, the long swords collided seven or eight times, and then the long swords of both sides were dazzling stabbing, cutting, teasing, and winding, the two long swords were like living creatures, and the sound of "Xiu Xiu Xiu" breaking the wind and the "Ding Ding Ding" long sword collision were endless, and after three breaths, the two sides stood still again, but they changed directions and positions with each other.

Hu Yang looked at it, and the clothes on Chen Chao's chest were cut a half-foot-long opening, and the sleeve of the right arm of Zhang Chao's tight samurai suit was also cut off, and neither of them was injured, but they were already sweating on their foreheads.

He was fascinated by it, his scalp was numb, and he said in his heart that this is the way a sword warrior should fight, these two people look like they are only fifteen or sixteen years old, but compared to the battle of those auxiliaries just now, it seems that they are not in the same realm, these two people already have the aura and demeanor of masters, probably this is the difference between the so-called genius and ordinary martial artists.

No wonder Yuan Dama sent a child to play, it turns out that there is also a genius in this robber's nest! I can't help but feel sorry for that Zhang in my heart, you are a genius, why do you want to follow a gang of robbers at a young age?

How can I be a thief?

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

The Tempest warriors in the stands began to cheer for Zhang Yan frantically.

"Groaning ......"

Zhang Yan took advantage of the situation to attack, and the long sword in his hand screamed more and more clearly, and the light of the tip of the sword shone like a meteor, and there was another wave of "ding ding ding" crisp sound.

After the long swords of the two sides collided more than a dozen times, the long sword in Zhang Li's hand suddenly let out a piercing roar, the pace of his feet changed, and the move instantly became wide open and closed, and the black hair scattered on the back of his head suddenly flew in the wind, and he chanted in a long voice: "The wind is blowing dust......"

The voice was a little immature, but full of heroic agitation, it seemed to have the aura of iron-blooded killing, the body and moves opened and closed, and it really brought up dust, and after reciting a poem of seven words, he had already attacked more than a dozen moves, and the moves were fierce and violent, and there was no turning back.

Chen Chao felt that Zhang's moves and momentum had suddenly changed, and the pressure had increased sharply, only to feel like facing a victorious general in front of the two armies, full of an unrivaled sense of powerlessness, and hurriedly used all his strength to resist and unfold his body to dodge. After Zhang Yan finished reciting a poem, he had forced him back more than five feet, and his pace was chaotic.

"My generation of boys...... Battle Battlefield ......"

Chen Chao was not allowed to breathe and mediate, Zhang Chao's second line of poetry was recited, and at the same time, the roar of the long sword in his hand became more and more intense and piercing, and before the second line of poetry was recited, Chen Chao was shocked away from the long sword in his hand.

"Smack, smack, slap......"

The long sword in Zhang Chao's hand struck Chen Chao's wrist, shoulder, and cheek once as quickly as a spiritual snake, making a crisp sound, and Chen Chao just felt the pain, and the sword was already on his neck.

It was not until this time that the three words "battle battlefield" in Zhang Cong's mouth were recited completely.

Hu Yang got goosebumps all over his body, and involuntarily applauded with the soldiers in the stands behind him.

The soldiers of the Wind Department in the stands were very excited, and smashed the weapons in their hands on the huge trees in the stands, Hu Yang clearly saw that a guy used too much force, and he actually cut his long knife into the wood and couldn't pull it out, and he couldn't help but worry about whether the stand would collapse later.

The victory or defeat of the competition on the field has been decided, and the handsome young man wearing a golden robe on the high platform closed the golden fan in his right hand, slapped it on the palm of his left hand with a "snap", and praised loudly: "It is worthy of being a student of the Great Qin God of War Academy, at such an age, this God of War sword technique has cultivated the rudiments of the God of War sword intent, and there will be extraordinary achievements in the future." ”

When Hu Yang heard the praise of the handsome man in the golden robe, he knew that Zhang Xuan was using the God of War Sword Technique, and what kind of student of the God of War Academy was, and it was not clear what the God of War Academy was from, but it could be seen from this sword technique that it must be a great institution, otherwise it would be impossible to cultivate such an excellent disciple.

Suddenly, I thought that the technique passed on to her by the female king was called the God of War Technique, what does it have to do with this God of War sword technique?

The Martial Saint Judge had already lowered his height to about one zhang when the two began the competition, and after he announced Zhang Chao's victory, Zhang Cong let go of the long sword against Chen Chao's neck and turned around and walked to the stands. The soldiers in the stands erected the soldier in their hands, raised it above their heads, and stomped their right foot on the stand with a neat sound and rhythm, and cheered in their mouths: "Fierce wind...... Tempest ......"

It's like welcoming a returning hero.

Zhang Cong returned to the front of the stands, saw Hu Yangshi's immature handsome face smiling like a child, and gave him a salute: "Zhang Cong thanked the eldest brother before he spoke out of vigilance." ”

"Whoa...... No thanks, no thanks, even if I don't remind you, you're just going to have to do a lot of tricks, and it's only a matter of time before you win. ”

Hu Yang held Zhang Yan's arms and behaved very boldly.

That Zhang was already grateful to him, and seeing that he was very easy-going and bold, he couldn't help but feel good, and said in his heart that although this big brother rode an ugly horse, he looked good and had a good relationship. After sitting down, the two of them were already hot with the eldest brother and the younger brother.

Wei Cheng, who was about to play on the side, heard Hu Yang remind Zhang Cong just now, and they chatted hotly as usual, so they also came over. Hu Yang also had a good impression of this black boy, and when he saw him coming, he asked, "Wei Cheng, I'm about to go on stage, check it, is there anything you haven't prepared?"

"Don't hide it from the eldest brother, Wei Cheng is not afraid of the battle, the main reason is that the horses are not at ease, my own horse has not yet opened its spiritual intelligence, and the commander borrowed me a horse from the Demon Spirit Realm, but I am very unfamiliar with it. ”

Wei Cheng was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he was a straightforward person, so he felt that Hu Yang was pleasing to the eye, so he told the truth.

"It's easy to say, ride the big brother's second ball, and the second ball will come over. "Hu Yang has a big deal.

Erqiu was enjoying the cheers and worship of everyone, and suddenly heard the call of the leading brother, and came over with the head of the scared person high, which scared Wei Cheng and Zhang Cong to a jump.

"Big brother, I'd better ride the horse borrowed by the commander, your two balls are a little too tall. Wei Cheng was afraid.

"I'll tell you, little brother, my horse is not very good-looking, but it is powerful, and it will make a trick to ride it to ensure that you will win. ”

Wei Cheng saw that he was serious and half-convinced. Looking at the strange horse carefully, I felt that it was very majestic, and there was an indescribable wild momentum, so I believed seventy percent.

"Big brother, are you really good at these two balls?"

"Even if the eldest brother wants to lie to you, he will not lie to you at this time, of course, if you don't use the eldest brother, you don't force it. ”

Hu Yang was very depressed, these two balls turned out to be ugly and white stuffed to others, and others didn't want it, thinking that no matter where it was, face was very important.

"Where, where, the eldest brother thinks about Wei Cheng, how can Wei Cheng not know what to do, so he rides the eldest brother's second ball to play!"

Wei Cheng was a straight-hearted child, and when he saw that he was serious, he hurriedly expressed his position.

"Erqiu, you and Wei Cheng will fight later, you have to be familiar with the battlefield, and at the same time you must win, you don't have to worry about the rest, then the opponent's demon horse will be handed over to you, aren't you amazing, if you lose, come back and beat you!

Then Wei Cheng began to worry again, it turned out that he was familiar with the battlefield, and when he heard a lot of nonsense about him, he couldn't cry or laugh. The two nonchalant "hey" sounds seemed to understand.

"Wei Cheng came over and rode up to get familiar with it. Hu Yang greeted.

Wei Cheng came over tentatively, and when he saw that the strange horse did not attack, he pretended to have the courage to approach. I didn't want to stretch out my hand and couldn't catch the saddle, so under the guidance of Hu Yang, I used the halberd pole vault in my hand to get on the horse's back, sat on the back of the two balls and felt it, and I was very satisfied.

Wei Cheng ...... Let's fight!" shouted a neutral voice on the field.

Jiang Heng of the Wind Department had already entered the field, and immediately in the center of the battlefield, the spear was sandwiched under his right arm, the tip of the spear was glowing with silver light, and his earthy yellow leather armor was also shiny, looking majestic.

Wei Cheng lightly clamped his legs, and walked towards the middle of the field with two broken steps, although the ugly head was still more than a foot high, it didn't look like it meant to sprint at all.

When he walked six or seven feet away, everyone thought that he would walk over and stand in a fixed position and start fighting again, but the muscle bumps all over his body suddenly rolled violently, exerting force on all four legs, and the ground was flying sand and stones, and the three vertical leaps were already as fast as an arrow from Xuan, like a huge crossbow stone shooting at the opposite man and horse.

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