The seven-star sword was brought by the soldier, and there was silence in the hall, and there were all kinds of thoughts in my heart.

Suddenly, they began to chatter with each other again, and they could only see the different expressions on their faces, but they couldn't hear the mixed voices clearly.

From time to time, some people will smile and nod at Zhao Gou, and some people will also glance at him and others from time to time and mutter, and they can't stop their mouths with wine and food in their mouths, "Poof!" The scum and foam fell on the face of the person opposite, and the person could only listen while hiding.

The heat on Zhao Gou's face swelled for a while, and he was the first to stretch out his hand to the soldier, meaning to take it, and he wanted to verify it with his own eyes.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, the soldiers hurriedly stepped forward and turned their heads and left.

Zhao Gou took the sword with a hot face, and carefully looked at the hilt scabbard inlaid with gems, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Next, he turned it over again, suspicious, and suddenly pressed the hilt of the sword with his right hand, but he didn't pull it out, which gave rise to a little strange emotion, but it disappeared in an instant.

The soldier's mallet-like fingers, full of extremely strong muscles, how much strength does he have!

Xu Jia smiled, and demonstrated with both hands: "Twist it lightly, and you'll be fine." ”

At this time, the soldier who turned around at the door realized that it was like this, and it was the first time he had seen it like this, it was quite fresh, and this time he had something to brag about.

But Zhao Gou swelled his face and glanced at Xu Jia coldly, which made Xu Jia shake his head.

There was a slight click, and everyone in the hall listened attentively, "Wow... Hum ................................." The water mirror-like blade was withdrawn, and there was no tremor but a pleasant humming sound kept sounding, and the slightly cool sword qi slowly emanated, and if there were water ripples in the air, the surrounding air was faintly rippling.

The crowd listened for a long time, "Good, good, good!"

"Good sword!"

Meng Yang got up suddenly, shouted a good sword, and just wanted to reach out to take the sword, but suddenly put it down again, because it was impossible to stop and let go when he saw Zhao Gou's appearance.

Zhao Gou raised the blade of the sword, although his eyes were staring at the sword, his eyes were always confused, and he didn't know what to think in his heart, maybe even he didn't know.

After a long time, he suddenly turned his head sideways at Xu Jia and said with a far-fetched smile: "It's really a good sword, it seems that if you don't have an army, you won't be able to satisfy your eyes!"

Xu Jia was stunned when he heard this, but he was really convinced, so he smiled back.

Everyone also laughed embarrassedly and laughed a little or twice, this is considered to be down.

"Come on, come on, spread the word that everyone will take a look, don't just look here, it's rare to see it..."

Everyone just began to pass it on, and they were envious in their eyes, and their mouths were also the rare sentence, good sword.

Appreciate the sword but not use it, and the men are also very fascinated.

It's been a long time...

"Alright, have you seen enough?"

Yin Xi, who had been talking to Lao Tzu for advice, suddenly interrupted the rabbit cubs with a half-smile and said: "If you have seen enough, hurry up and drink, the dishes on the table are going to be cold, bring them over, I'll take a look." ”

"Hahaha, yes, hurry up and take a look at Lord Guan Yin, let's drink a lot of wine and eat meat! Come on, come on, do it, General Xu must not be polite!"

The attitude of the people has obviously improved a lot, and that is not a little bit better.

Zhao Gou was very comfortable, drank a full bottle of liquor in one gulp, wiped his mouth, got up suddenly, and walked towards the central empty field with his sword.

Walked to the central station, and bowed his hand to Yin Xi and Lao Tzu above: "Today, I see the old sage and General Xu Da Protector that we have admired for a long time, I feel very honored, the soldier is rude, and he will not say anything. ”

"Good!"

The crowd gave a few applause.

Zhao Gou's heart was slightly cold.

"Then Zhao Mou will be ugly first. ”

He said that his left hand pinched the wooden sheath on his waist, his mother finger pressed the collapse spring, and his right hand grabbed the long leather-wrapped sword handle at the same time, and with the small force of the collapse spring, he pulled it out, and with a "poof" sound, he pulled out the sword at his waist, and the snow-white reflection and sharp blade faintly glowed with a trace of red light.

At a glance, it was clear that this was already muddy, and there would not be too few killings, and the blade of the grain steel was turbid into such a blood-colored appearance.

If it smells, it is definitely a strong fishy smell.

Drawing out the sword, Zhao Gou held it with both hands, erected, the tip of the sword was facing upward, this was a war sword used in close combat when charging into battle, the entire blade slowly converged and became thinner from back to front, and at the top it was shaped into the shape of the tip of the sword, and there was a blood line groove in the center of the blade.

Then, he sank down with the sword in both hands, put the sword in front of his chest, and his legs were pierced, and his front feet probed slightly, this was his momentum.

Everyone looked at the middle of the mind, Zhao Gou suddenly sighed, and at the same time, the center of gravity of the horse step moved forward by half a minute, and the sword was pushed forward vertically with both hands and then horizontally demonstrated as a resistance, and then the hind legs raised and strode steadily, kicked forward, and then bent, and landed suddenly.

At this time, the sword has shrunk at the waist, the tip of the sword is facing forward, aimed at the enemy's waist and abdomen, ah a "brush" suddenly stabbed forward, like a fierce snake out of the hole, the momentum will be old, the pace turned, he began his stab, split, pick, cut, probe, sweep, grid, slip, wipe all kinds of although it seems not very accustomed, slowly pause the action, but deduce the momentum and the outbreak of the fierce fight.

Weapon strike, pay attention to the simple, tough, fast, six words, invisibly follow everywhere, the narrow road meets the brave wins.

Brush brush, swish, swish, whirring and finally completed this set of battle swords, "Wow...", applause ushered in a large piece, to be honest, the title of the top ten fierce generals is really not false.

Amid warm applause, he looked around at the generals and felt complacent.

Zhao Gou's gaze looked around from Yin Xi Laozi, who was sitting up, and finally fell on Xu Jia's body.

Xu Jia is also playing with swords, he can understand it, and he is really good, of course, he is also clapping all the time, nodding his head frequently.

For some reason, Xu Jia had a strange feeling when he watched Zhao Gou perform the moves, he felt that the "Flying Dragon Sword" he learned from Lao Tzu's nursing home and his set of techniques from the beginning, there was a faint feeling of being closely related, it was really strange.

"General Xu!"

Xu Jia clapped his hands, and while he was thinking, he suddenly heard Zhao Gou's call, and immediately came back to his senses and raised his eyes.

"General Xu, the last general has heard the name for a long time, like thunder, and has admiration, but has always been to see it, I feel very sorry, today I don't know if I can take this opportunity, in this hall, a little to teach one or two, if so, Zhao Mou is also fortunate to have three lives. ”

"This ....................................... That's it!"

As soon as he thought that he had finished playing this set of swords, he had to come to himself, otherwise how could he be willing.

As soon as the two of them looked at each other, the opening style was a thorn, and the other was open, which was really strange.

"Qiang .............................................!"

The sparks snapped, and the two swords separated.

Zhao Gou's sword was so hard that Zhao Gou almost didn't grasp the hilt of his sword.

You know, he's got his hands!

However, this also completely aroused the shame in Zhao Gou's heart, with half a lifetime of combat experience, although he was not a good teacher, he did not feel that he would be pressed and beaten all the time.