The first round turned out to be a draw, Prince Hasen was unhappy, beckoned Als Leng to his side and whispered a few words, Ars nodded coldly and promised, and began to announce the second round of the competition. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the second round of the competition, the blade fight.

The Turkic soldiers were quite friendly, and specially prepared a row of Central Plains weapons for a pot for them to choose, only to see that the weapons on the rack were complete with long and short weapons such as swords, knives, guns, and sticks, so they grabbed a pot and grabbed a long sword, held it in their hands, and quietly waited for their opponents to play.

A moment later, there was a commotion in the crowd, followed by thunderous applause.

A tall man walked slowly into the stage and nodded at the pot with a smile.

I was shocked when I drank a pot, and I didn't expect that Alslen would go into battle in person in the second round.

It turned out that before the start of the competition just now, Prince Hasen called Alslen to his side, and the order was to let him personally teach this young man a lesson, otherwise if he lost the second round again, where would his Turkic face go.

He took a pot and arched his hand, and said, "General, please." ”

"Brother, please. After speaking, Alslen pulled out the sword at his waist and placed it across his chest, only to see the whole body of the sword shining with cold light, and the dry wind rolled up a leaf and fell on the blade of the sword, brushing it and breaking into two parts.

This is an incomparably sharp sword, and this is a sword that kills countless people.

At this time, the two of them looked at each other still, there was no sword light and sword shadow, no sword qi flying, just standing quietly.

This is a contest of concentration, this is a contest of insight, and both of them are fully guarded, trying their best to find flaws in each other.

When a flaw comes out, it means death, and this is the eternal law on the battlefield.

The audience was silent, and everyone held their breath, thinking about the two of them.

"Hmph. I only heard Prince Hasen snort coldly, breaking the balance, and Ars coldly took out his sword.

Different from the martial arts concept of the Central Plains warriors, Arslen is a fierce killing move without hesitation as soon as he takes out his sword.

Decades of experience under the fires have taught me that only desperate killings can save your life, and as long as you die before me, I will win.

This sword, without any defense, without any back moves, is the purest killing move, a deadly killing move.

The speed of the sword move was so fast that by the time he could see the opponent's intentions clearly, the tip of the sword was already close to his chest.

I didn't have time to think about it, and I instinctively cast the Spirit Monkey Trace Step, a trick to save myself from the line of life and death several times.

I only heard a soft sound, and the clothes on my chest had been torn open by the sharp blade.

After flashing sideways, he stabilized his body with a pot, intending to raise his sword to counterattack, but he didn't expect the other party to be faster, and he had swung his sword horizontally towards his throat.

In a hurry, the sword shadow flashed in his mind, the sword shadow carved on the stone wall.

Hold a pot of sword and stand in front of the throat to block the opponent's long sword, instantly rotate his wrist, jump up and roll in the air, and use the opponent's sword power to push his body to fall to the other side, and the sword body is still stuck to the opponent's long sword and pulls back, disrupting the opponent's footsteps, guiding the rhythm towards himself, at the critical moment, the sword body is loosened, leaving the connection and quickly stabbing at Alslen's left chest.

But to the surprise of the pot, Arslen was not prepared to defend at all, and after the two long swords broke away from the sticky, another sharp sword stabbed straight into the shoulders of the pot.

This is a desperate way of playing, and the fight is whose heart is timid first.

But both of them were tenacious and decisive, and they saw two streams of blood splash in the sun, and both swords pierced deeply into each other's shoulders.

There was no wailing, no pain, as if the sword wound just now had not happened at all, and the two quickly drew their swords and fought again.

At this time, he had already used the nameless swordsmanship on the stone wall, but he had no choice but to learn too little time and the internal strength was insufficient to fully exert the power of the sword moves, resulting in the inability to connect many sword moves in the process of his casting, so that flaws appeared, and whenever a flaw came out, Arslen's sword would appear accurately and stab at the void of defense.

In a short time, there were already several more sword marks on the body of a pot, and Arslen was no exception, and the consequence of ignoring the defense was that there were more scars on his body than a pot.

This round of competition seems to go beyond the scope of ordinary competitions, as if it has become a life-and-death duel, so that the hearts of the surrounding onlookers are tightly tied to the bodies of the two people in the field.

The two of them fought faster and faster, their sword moves became more and more aggressive, and the places they attacked became more and more deadly.

No, if it goes on like this, someone will die, Yu Muyan was worried about the safety of a pot, so she suddenly rushed into the arena to try to dissuade the two.

But before he could run a few meters, he was blown to the ground by a cold wind, which was the wind of peripheral true qi caused by the duel between masters. Unexpectedly, the momentum has reached this level, and it seems that the two of them in the field are desperate this time.

The Turks are a people who advocate force, and today, many Turkic soldiers saw that the battle between their general and this foreign young man was raging and the world was changing, so they shouted slogans to cheer for the two people in the field, no one favored one side or the other, and both of them received the respect of everyone.

Finally, after the battle reached a hundred moves, I saw a flash of sword light in the field, and the two figures rushed towards each other. The tips of the two long swords collided, and the two mellow internal forces gushed out and emitted a dazzling light, illuminating everyone who couldn't help but close their eyes and dare not look directly.

After a few moments, the light faded, and everyone slowly opened their eyes, and saw the two of them standing in place, their hands empty, and the two long swords were now deeply inserted into the sand beside them.

"The general is good at martial arts, and he admires it, this one is a draw. He said respectfully to Ars.

"No, considering that my brother has such profound skills and this exquisite swordsmanship at such a young age, I am the one who should be admired, and today's battle will definitely become the coolest battle I have ever fought in my life. Alslen replied with his hand.

At this time, thunderous applause had already sounded on the sidelines, and the pot had been completely recognized by the Turkic soldiers, and even Alatan couldn't help but applaud.

But Prince Hasson on the side was even more angry in his heart, and yelled at Arslen: "Arslen, what is there to praise for not winning, you are my poisonous wolf iron cavalry general, you can't even deal with a concubine, what face do you have to stand in the middle of the audience and accept everyone's applause?"

At this time, the Turkic soldiers heard Prince Hasson's mean words and cast dissatisfied glances at him, and Prince Hassen was stared at by everyone for a while, and he didn't know what to do.

Seeing this, Alslen hurriedly said to everyone: "Everyone hurry up and get some wound medicine for the brothers, and set aside a tent for a few of them to rest." ”

The Turkic soldiers obeyed the order and began to work in groups to get medicine and pack their tents.

Then, Alslen suggested to Prince Hassen: "Prince, everyone is tired today, especially the brother is also injured, in order to avoid others saying that we are bullying, I suggest that this third round of the match be postponed until tomorrow? ”

Prince Hasen said coldly: "Hmph, you decide, anyway, you have the final say in this barracks." ”

With that, Prince Hasson returned to his tent on his own, leaving Arslen standing still and sighing. (To be continued.) )