Lu Quan's strong speech shocked the members of the Beacon Battalion who were all angry just now.

Even Pu'an, who had a grudge against Lu Quan, felt that Lu Jian was very tough at this time.

Qiu Cheng obviously didn't expect the little fat man who looked peaceful to be so tough.

He was stunned and said, "Okay, when the time comes, let's learn together!"

Seeing that both sides were full of gunpowder, the public did not do anything to mediate.

In such a place, the strong is king.

What's more, he selfishly hopes that the more people Lu Pressure offends, the better.

Gonghu Li smiled at this time: "It is necessary for the two sides to understand each other better, but now I will briefly talk about the tasks of both of you!"

All the people present listened patiently.

"We are about to go to Chongqing Forest to carry out a mission, so we chose to train here in view of the terrain characteristics there. However, there are no large demon beasts here, which requires one side to imitate the demon beast to attack, I don't know if your side is willing to imitate the demon beast!"

Lu Jian and Qiu Cheng shook their heads at the same time and said, "We don't want to imitate the Demon Beast Fang!"

Gonghu Li smiled and said: "I know that you are all unwilling, so let's do it, didn't you just say that you want to learn from each other?

Lu Jian and Qiu Cheng glanced at each other, and said at the same time: "That's just right!"

Gonghu Li thought for a while: "In this way, there are five people from each side and three wins in five games." There is no limit to the way of attack, but the point is up to the point, no heavy hands are allowed, and if there are major casualties, they will be directly captured and brought back to the Black Panther City for trial!"

Lu Jian nodded and said: "This is natural, after all, we are all members of the Black Panther Banner Battalion, and we will not be heavy-handed!"

Qiu Cheng also nodded yes.

Next, the two sides discussed who would appear.

There is no suspense on the side of the Beacon Battalion, the four captains plus Lu Pressure, exactly five people.

The eighth battalion had been discussing for a long time, and they had ten squad leaders in a hundred people, and they argued for a while.

When the candidates for both sides were decided, everyone came to a flat open space together.

All the non-participants sit in a circle, forming a huge playing field in the middle.

The participants on both sides of the contest stand opposite each other.

Lu Pressure briefly said the order of appearance, and played in the order of the squad, and Lu Pressure himself was the last to play.

Lin Bufan was the first to appear, and the young man was worthy of his extraordinary name.

One of the other parties appeared as a well-worn man with a knife in his hand.

The two sides saluted slightly, and Lin Bufan attacked fiercely.

He was arrogant, and he had been holding back his anger for a long time when he was despised by the people of the Eighth Battalion, and at this time, Fei (shēn) stepped forward and wanted to attack with (ròu) fighting.

The lean man's eyes widened, and he also rushed wildly.

The sword light and sword shadow quickly collided with each other, and both of them actually took the offensive, fought hard, and never retreated.

It was such a hot start that neither side expected it.

As the sound of the two fighting in the field became louder and louder, the applause outside the field also came and went.

The lean man was notoriously hot-tempered in the eighth battalion, and now, he felt a little embarrassed to be carried by a novice with a little white face for so long.

His momentum changed, he shouted angrily, and the big knife in his hand suddenly became much larger, like a waterfall, pouring from the sky.

A roar erupted.

Lin Bufan's eyes were even colder, he snorted coldly, did not retreat, but advanced, the long sword in his hand was lifted down, drawing a beautiful arc, and hitting the waterfall that fell towards the sky.

A sword to the sky!

emit a dazzling

The sword light broke through the Shadow Falls, and continued to fly towards the sky.

At this moment, the shadow of the sword dispersed, and I saw the lean man staggering back, (xiōng) in front of him, and his clothes were torn.

There was a roar of applause in the Beacon Camp, but there was silence in the Eighth Battalion.

What a domineering sword! The lean man held on to the wound in front of him (xiōng), which was enough to kill an inch, and his heart was shocked.

As soon as he groaned slightly, he surrendered his hands and admitted his defeat, but he also lost quickly and neatly, without dragging mud and water.

Lin Bufan returned to his camp and got everyone's attention, and he god (qíng) was as usual.

The second scene is Ye Tongshang.

He smiled and stood in front.

After the first competition, the members of the eighth battalion also put away their contempt, and a tall young man stepped forward.

The two were dozens of steps away from each other, saluting from afar.

Then, both sides sacrificed their swords in the air.

Unlike the first shēn fight, both of them will fight with flying swords.

The flying swords of the two slid quickly in the air, clanging and colliding, and then flew away.

For a while, the sky was full of sword shadows.

Ye Tong's sword moves are simple and sophisticated, while the tall young man is elegant and agile.

For a time, the two fought comparably.

Just when Ye Tong's flying sword had a slight upper hand, suddenly the tall young man waved his right hand, and a small golden hammer was sacrificed into the air.

The hammer rose in the wind, and then, whistling downward.

Ye Tong's expression changed, and with a wave of his hand, a large silver net flew upward, covering the golden giant hammer.

Ye Tong had just breathed a sigh of relief, the tall young man waved his hands together, and a glowing round wheel struck out as strongly as the sun, and behind him, another rope bent like a snake quietly came.

Ye Tong was dazzled by the dazzling round wheel, and he had just offered a shield in his sleeve to the top of his head, and it was tied up by the rope that flew secretly.

The tall young man recited the mantra in his mouth, and Ye Tong was tied to the ground by the rope, and the more he tied it, the tighter and tighter he became.

Ye Tong's shoulders shook, and when he saw that he couldn't break free, he had to admit defeat.

When Ye Tong returned to the team, Lu Jian patted him on the shoulder and comforted him.

Xiao Qitian walked forward quickly, squinting his eyes and waiting for the other party's person to come out.

In the eighth battalion, there was a big man (shēn) who was two meters tall and had a rough appearance.

Xiao Qitian (tiǎn) pursed his lips and smiled strangely.

The big man on the opposite side grinned and said, "Boy, come over and fight!"

Contempt (qíng) is revealed.

Xiao Qitian did not squeak, (shēn) leaned forward, withdrew his right foot, and assumed a forward posture.

The two huge palms of the Han slapped each other and stood in front of (shēn) like two large wheels.

He stared at Xiao Qitian and smiled: "Come on, boy, let the uncle slap your little (shēn) board." ”

Xiao Qitian (shēn) Zizi leaned lower, and suddenly, he let out a low cry, kicked his right foot, and (shēn) Zizi flew out like a meteor.

I saw a straight dust on the ground moving forward quickly, forward.

In an instant, Xiao Qitian had already rushed to the front of Dahan's (shēn).

Dahan didn't expect this emaciated boy to be so fast, and he waved his hands up and down, as if he had erected a door panel in front of (shēn).

Xiao Qitian didn't care what was in front of him, and rushed forward with a bang, hitting the huge palm shadow of the big man's hands.

Dahan didn't move, and Xiao Qitian was knocked back two steps.

The big man grinned, just about to give out a mockery.

The right foot kicked the ground again, and Xiao Qitian rushed up again.

Bigger bang bang

Ring, this time, Dahan still did not regress.

Xiao Qitian took a step back.

The big man's face changed, and no one could see that he trembled unnoticed as if a giant palm made of boulders.

Xiao Qitian kicked his right foot again and continued to rush forward without stopping.

With a loud click, the big man finally took a step back, and this retreat, he couldn't stop, and took another step back, and then took another step back.

Xiao Qitian's eyes were cold, he didn't stop at all, and his right foot stepped on the ground again, and (shēn) Zi rushed out.

His fist slammed into the palm of the retreating man.

One punch, one punch, one punch followed by another.

The big man took one step at a time, one step at a time, and kept retreating.

Moreover, the giant hand held in front of (shēn) was already waving a little dazedly, and could no longer completely protect itself.

People on both sides of the field watched the scene in front of them in amazement.

Like a torrent, a thin young man kept chasing the tall man, and the man retreated, and retreated.

In the end, it was hardly a man who was retreating by himself, but as if he was being pushed forward by Xiao Qitian's fist.

When the two of them rushed out of the dozens of zhang, the huge (shēn) body of the big man was already hanging on Xiao Qitian's fist, and there was no resistance at all.

Seeing that Xiao Qitian was still swinging his fist and rushing forward, Qiu Cheng's face changed greatly, and he shouted: "Stop, we admit defeat!"

Hearing Qiu Cheng's shout, Xiao Qitian finally stopped, his right fist still stretched out.

And the tall man had already passed out, like a rag, sliding from Xiao Qitian's fist to the ground.

At this time, Xiao Qitian spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the blood foam sprayed the big man (shēn) who was lying on the ground in front of him (shēn).

Xiao Qitian, on the other hand, has a straight face without a table (qíng) and a body (tǐng).

This man is not only cruel to others, but also to himself.

At this time, no one on both sides of the field spoke, quietly looking at the young man standing in the field.

When Xiao Qitian returned to his camp, his body shook and he sat down on the ground, unable to move.

This disastrous victory shocked both sides, and they both had a little respect for each other.

In the fourth scene, Pu'an faced a short man (shēn).

The shēn is burly, and the short shēn is only as tall as the armpit of the puan.

But after the battles just now, no one will take it lightly.

After the two sides bowed their hands, they drew their respective weapons.

The two sides did not immediately go to war, but carefully observed.

Then, almost at the same time, he rises up with his sword, fixes the (shēn) form in mid-air, and holds the sword in his hand.

A rain of swords roared from the sky.

The offensive methods of the two are very similar, they are both fast-based,

I saw that in the sky, countless sword lights flashed in Huohuo.

At first, you can still see who is who's whose sword light, but in the future, it is entangled, like a cocoon made of sword wire.

Before they knew it, the two of them each attacked hundreds of swords.

The two of them were evenly matched, and the crowd under (shēn) was dazzled.

Suddenly the short man shouted, and a huge gold brick was sacrificed in the air, bigger and bigger, as big as a mountain peak.

Then, slamming down, with a click, Pu'an was smashed by the gold bricks and flew away.

Pu'an's face turned pale, apparently injured.

The strange thing was that he didn't look at the short man at this time, but glanced at Lu Jian infinitely depressed.

I felt aggrieved in my heart.

If there were sunglasses, how could I lose!