The competition is about to begin.

Zhao Yi held a long sword in his hand, which was an ordinary long sword commonly used in the Imperial Forest Army, although it was sharp, its lethality was not very strong.

Jing Jian didn't have the habit of using other people's weapons, and he didn't take a sword when he followed Xiao Yuhuan over, so he casually broke off a slender branch on the branch next to him.

Zhao Yi frowned when he saw it, and felt that Jing Jian was contemptuous of him.

Since it is a martial arts competition, no matter how high or low the martial arts are, respecting the opponent is his upbringing engraved in his bones.

Jing Jian seemed to get a glimpse of his emotions from his serious expression, and kindly explained: "I'm not used to using other people's weapons, you don't have to care, just a normal competition." ”

Zhao Yi was still frowning, taking into account that the emperor and the queen mother were still waiting, so he didn't dwell too much, and arched his hand towards Jing Jian and said, "Since that's the case, then please ask Jing Guards for advice." ”

"Please."

Jing Jian nodded and pointed the branch at Zhao Yi.

The corners of Zhao Yi's mouth twitched, holding the hilt of the sword, with great force, and he jumped towards Jingjian at a rapid speed.

is like a swift cheetah, extremely explosive and aggressive, seeing Xiao Yuhuan hurriedly clapping his hands, Su Chengxi couldn't help but glance at it.

Many people's swords are extremely beautiful and lethal, but he is different, he is extremely powerful in speed and strength when he wields swords, masculine and resolute, and his strength is amazing.

Jing Jian raised his eyebrows, and dodged Zhao Yi's attack on tiptoe.

The two faced each other violently in an instant.

Xiao Yuhuan watched from the side without blinking, and didn't dare to miss any details.

Zhao Yi and Jing Jian were extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, several moves had passed, and in the gap between the staggered bodies, Jing Jian hooked the corners of his lips and hummed lightly and praised: "Your martial arts skills are good, but if you want to stay by the emperor's side as a personal guard, you have to practice for a few more years!" ”

When Zhao Yi heard this, he frowned, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't be complacent, I will be better than you!" ”

Just a few simple encounters, Zhao Yi had clearly felt Jing Jian's strength, but this did not prevent him from wanting to surpass Jing Jian's determination.

A soldier who does not want to be a general is not a good soldier.

He joined the Imperial Guards not just to be a small captain, but to patrol the perimeter of the eastern part of the city with twenty members every day.

That's not what he's pursuing, he's ambitious, he wants his exceptional abilities to be seen, he's hungry to be reused.

So today, he will never back down and admit defeat.

In the contest between men, sometimes just one look can give each other a glimpse of each other's majestic ambition and momentum.

Jing Jian hooked his lips and sneered, his eyes showed pity, and he said lightly: "It's a pity, you are too weak!" ”

"You!"

Zhao Yi was instantly enraged: "Don't be rampant!" ”

In the Imperial Forest Army, his martial arts are already considered to be outstanding, and he also has the heart to perform in front of the emperor and the queen mother, otherwise he will not fight so hard, and he has to compare his teammates.

He never considered himself weak.

So, at this moment, he felt humiliated.

His eyes sank, and his attacks became stronger, faster, and more powerful.

However, the more this is the case, the easier it is to reveal the flaws, Jing Jian's eyes are very sharp, his gaze is accurate, and he quickly caught the loophole, and the branch was like a sharp sword, stabbing Zhao Yi's throat with a sharp cold light.

Zhao Yi's pupils constricted suddenly, and it was too late to retreat and avoid, so he could only grit his teeth and quickly stab the flickering cold sword blade towards Jing Jian, even if he lost a move, he would have to cut off a piece of meat from Jing Jian's body.

But in fact, what he didn't expect happened in the next moment.

Jing Jian spun around in a strange arc and slid behind him for a brief moment before he could react, perfectly avoiding his attack, the dry branches as cold as sharp swords against the most vulnerable part of his neck, silently reminding him of how incompetent he really was.

Just when he felt humiliated, a faint voice came from his ears: "Ninety-nine moves, you lost." ”

Zhao Yi was stunned for an instant.