"Here we go again." Feng Xue sighed, but Chen Xiyao covered her mouth and snickered:

"Who let you bring up the atmosphere, now you are the first on the list of Dongguo live broadcast masters, challenge you, and there will be traffic if you lose!"

"Okay, okay." Feng Xue looked at the neon audience who had consciously surrounded the ring, and then looked at the challenger who had already adjusted the camera, handed the remote control of the live broadcast drone to Chen Xiyao, and moved her body casually:

"Aren't you afraid of being beaten and losing your self-confidence?"

Hearing Feng Xue's words, the young man showed a serious expression and nodded:

"I've also watched the live broadcast of the battle of my predecessors, but I still want to be able to experience the feeling of fighting with a master, and I want to know how far I am from a higher realm."

"Courage is commendable, then come on, oh yes, this is a live broadcast, then wait three minutes." Feng Xue stood still with her feet, still seven meters away from the other party, but her body was like a mountain, even through the camera, with a full sense of oppression.

The time of confrontation passed slowly, even if it was just standing opposite to each other, there were beads of sweat flowing on the young man's forehead, but in the live broadcast room, there was a continuous influx of audiences.

Silence is powerful, and those three minutes are not just waiting for the audience, but also a test, and if you can't even stand face to face, then the competition is meaningless.

Feeling the shortness of his breathing, the young man's internal force was running more and more steadily, and his body unconsciously put on a posture, which was even more standard than when he cultivated weekdays.

"Qin Fen of the National Academy of Sciences, please advise."

As his name was reported, it also meant that the battle had begun, Qin Fen's body suddenly leaned forward, and under a kind of twisted visual interlacing, his body had already crossed a distance of seven meters and came to Feng Xue.

"Good body." Feng Xue did not crush at will like in the previous battle with Wei Tan, but raised his hand to block Qin Fen's fist, and with a slight tap of his knuckles on his wrist, he swung away a jab punch that burst out with momentum, took a step with his left foot, stepped between Qin Fen's feet, and pushed the bottom of his palm towards his heart.

In the blink of an eye, the momentum of the close-quarters short fight that was about to divide the victory and defeat was constituted at this moment, Qin Fen opened his body sideways, trying his best to avoid this palm, but the step he stepped between his feet completely cut off the possibility of him using light skills.

Under the rapid operation of his brain, Qin Fen took a breath of true qi, kicked with his right foot, and wanted to step on Feng Xue's knee with his left foot, but before this foot could be stepped on, the bottom of Feng Xue's palm had already grazed his chest, and a distant voice like the oscillation of an ancient bell rippled in this exchange, and the front of Qin Fen's practice uniform was actually torn open by this understatement A crack like an axe split.

Qin Fen, who had resisted with horizontal kung fu, finally stepped on Feng Xue's knee at this time, and his whole body suddenly flew back, but Feng Xue followed closely like a ghost, and the previous kick failed to bring him the slightest pause.

"It's a bit hot."

The flat voice sounded in his ears, Qin Fen only felt a strong wind in his ears, and he didn't even have time to think about what he should do, so he spontaneously responded to the routine formed by the fight.

His elbow jerked up to block his ear, and a heavy collision followed.

A strong sense of impact came along with the oscillation of the internal qi, Qin Fen only felt a roar in his ears, and his body was like a spinning top, spinning in the air.

"It's coming!"

The high-speed rotation did not make Qin Fen lose his balance, although the sky was spinning in front of him, his thinking was unprecedentedly clear.

Suddenly pushed a palm downward, and at the same time as the ground shattered, the body that was spinning in mid-air also popped out suddenly, Feng Xue stopped his elbow strike when he saw this, and watched with interest as the young man regained his footing after bounced twice in a row on the ground.

He waved his hand with a smile and said approvingly:

"The response is good, but the routine is a bit dead, not long after you came to Dongguo?"

"Well, this is the third one." Qin Fen said with some embarrassment, but Feng Xue showed a comforting smile:

"It's up to the level, just accumulate more actual combat experience, I see that you have a weapon, show it."

"Hmm." Qin Fen, who knew very well that Feng Xue was not using all his strength, nodded seriously, he didn't say anything like "senior, please use all his strength", he just walked to the backpack under the selfie stick and pulled out his weapon.

It was a one-handed sword that wasn't too long.

The length of the blade is about fifty-five centimeters, and the width of the blade is two fingers.

As the saying goes, an inch is short, an inch is dangerous, if it is a weapon such as a stick, a gun, or a knife, even if it still can't be beaten, it can still be done if you pull it and make it look good, but the short sword ......

This is simply a weapon of life.

In the case that the opponent is obviously stronger than himself, there is basically no second chance to make a move, and taking out this thing is not as interesting as hand-to-hand combat.

But Feng Xue looked at this weapon that was a short sword and a little long, and a long sword was a little short, but she narrowed her eyes and muttered:

"You just said that you are a ...... of UCAS Well, you're practicing the Twelve-Way Fish Intestine Sword? ”

"Exactly." Qin Fen nodded, but Feng Xue became interested, turned around and broke a branch from the roadside street tree, tidied up the length a little, and waved it lightly twice, then said-

"Let me see how you use it."

"Please advise!" Qin Fen took a deep breath, his internal force was running, and the body technique that had been praised by Feng Xue before was used again.

But this time, his movements were subtly different from before, the short sword was obviously used as an indomitable assassination technique, but it was like a swimming fish, dexterous and changeable, as if there were endless changes, and with every inch of advancement, there were new changes available.

The branch in Feng Xue's hand moved forward a little bit, and it was two inches away from the spine of the short sword, but the short sword in Qin Fen's hand was not frustrated, but instead took advantage of the momentum, like a swimming fish bypassing an obstacle, let go of the force, and then stabbed towards Feng Xue again.

The branches in Feng Xue's hand were pointed out again and again, and each time they were pointed at a position where it was difficult to exert force, but Qin Fen's pace continued to rotate with the direction of the tip of the sword, and every time he could use this force to generate a new force again.

However, Qin Fen, who was focusing on the changes in swordsmanship, didn't notice that in his constant changes, he was like a fish biting the hook, and he could only bump left and right under the constant traction of the fishing line, but in the end, he was just swayed by the angler.

Finally, the burden of continuous high-intensity change of direction finally broke out, and in that moment of recall, Qin Fen's sword momentum suddenly broke off.

But under this decision, he woke up from the situation of being led away, and forcibly lifted his true breath, like a carp jumping out of the water, stabbing out along the pressure brought by Feng Xue's branches.

Click!

The tip of the sword pierced into the ground, Feng Xue's branch pressed against Qin Fen's wrist, but the corner of his mouth said with a smile:

"To be able to comprehend this thirteenth style of 'downstream', the talent is good."

Before Qin Fen could say thanks, a booklet was stuffed in his hand, and when he looked up again, he only saw the back of Feng Xue waving his hand:

"Go back and practice hard, I'm optimistic about you!"

Although Feng Xue took Chen Xiyao and the drone away gradually, Qin Fen's stunned appearance was still clearly captured by his camera.

Looking at the pamphlet in his hand, almost all the personnel of the Public Armed Forces Bureau (Note (1)) who were watching the live broadcast had big heads, and they knew that they might have to work overtime again......

Note (1): Abbreviation, the full name can refer to the department that issued the driver's license.

PS: Horse bones have the meaning of "mortal bones" in Japanese, and horse bones in Chinese are allusions to "thousands of dollars buy horse bones".

(End of chapter)