Chapter 112: Scene 2

The halberd smashed down, with the power of a heavy hammer and the delicacy of a long sword, one heavy and one light, the two contradictory feelings were integrated. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Du Ping's attainments in the halberd made Zhang Wende have to pay attention to it, but he was not afraid, and the long sword crossed a circle and met him.

The long sword trembled, bent slightly, and became a large circle, with magical power, and pointed on the war halberd, which seemed to have not used much strength, but the war halberd was crooked.

Overcoming rigidity with softness is really the most reasonable martial arts, but it is not easy to do this, at least to reach that martial arts realm.

Zhang Wende didn't dare to say that he had thoroughly understood the magic power in this regard, at least he had some understanding, and there was a traction force in this sword.

Deflected by this force, the halberd slashed obliquely, Du Ping did not use brute force to recruit, but took advantage of the situation, his body slightly deflected, driving the deflection of the halberd.

The battle between Zhang Wende and Du Ping is different from Yu Xian's, Zhang Wende is deeply able to overcome the magic of softness, and each sword has a variety of powers, such as the power of rotation, the power of traction, and so on.

Du Ping's attainments in softness are indeed inferior to Zhang Wende, but he has done a good job in the balance of rigidity and softness.

The competition between the two has a different situation, just like dancing, and the bodies of the two can often make incredible changes, which violates the common sense of human body structure.

Looking at this scene, Gu Shaohua knew very well that when the two of them were cultivating in the body quenching realm, they must have worked hard to achieve this.

Compared with the monks of the sect, there are indeed many disadvantages and limitations, but compared with the swaying of the monks of the sect in the honeypot, the scattered cultivation should know how to cherish it more.

It is precisely because it is not easy to inherit that the cultivation of each realm must be kept improving, and a solid foundation must be laid before it is possible to break through the realm.

Sect monks have a bright future, often seeking speed, if the cultivation cannot progress by leaps and bounds, among the monks of the same generation, they cannot compete for the top, as if they have no face to see people.

It is true that the progress of cultivation can be fast, faster, faster, but the understanding of each realm may not be so thorough, and the cultivation is profound.

Zhang Wende and Du Ping's cultivation in the quenching realm has obviously reached a good point, and they are very good at excavating their bodies, so that they can make their bodies make all kinds of incredible movements in battle.

After a long battle, Du Ping couldn't help but feel a little unhappy in his heart, and the anger in his heart was even more surging.

Du Ping's left hand slapped the halberd, and suddenly pulled out a sword from the halberd, a short sword as thin as a cicada's wings, and stabbed out.

This sword came so suddenly, which made Zhang Wende shocked, but he didn't expect that Du Ping actually hid a sword in the halberd, not only the halberd technique, but also the swordsmanship was not weak.

A sword stabbed out, and there seemed to be a light blooming on the sword, and the sword went quickly, like a dragon going out to sea, and in just a flash, it was handed to Zhang Wende.

Zhang Wende hurriedly withdrew, the long sword was slightly retracted, blocking in front of him, and with a "ding" sound, the short sword stabbed on the long sword, swinging it away, and stabbed Zhang Wende's arm with a sword.

The short sword was tilted slightly, and Gu Shaohua clearly saw that a touch of turquoise light flickered on the short sword and disappeared in a flash.

That touch of turquoise was so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people that it shook Gu Shaohua's eyes, which made him startled, and he shouted in his heart: "The short sword is poisonous." ”

In the cultivation world, there are all kinds of magical powers, and the use of poison does not mean that there are three kinds of indiscriminate, and the poison in the cultivation world can reach an astonishing level of toxicity, even if the cultivation is a masterful monk, it may not be able to bear it.

The poison in the cultivation world is many times more poisonous than the poison that mortals can come into contact with, and some monks who are skilled in using poison will also make a name for themselves in the cultivation world.

Gu Shaohua can see that the sword is poisonous, Zhang Wende, as the chief dart head of the Xinyi Dart Bureau, has been darts for many years, going south and north, and has rich experience in the rivers and lakes, so he naturally noticed that something was wrong at the first time.

The toxicity did not occur for a while, but Zhang Wende had already realized that it was not good, and his face changed, and he threw the long sword in his hand.

Zhang Wende's response was unexpected by many people, even if he couldn't beat and wanted to admit defeat, he shouldn't throw away his weapon.

The three battles agreed by Du Ping and Zhang Wende attracted the attention of everyone present, especially the people who united with the caravan, who were even more nervous, for fear that Xinyi would lose the game and pay a lot of tolls at that time.

Ten times the toll is not a small amount, even if the scale of the joint caravan is not small, it is the union of many merchants, and the financial resources are abundant, but it is still painful to come up with such a large amount.

The first game had already been lost, and many people's hearts were tightly pinched, and when they saw Zhang Wende in a bad situation again, he even threw the long sword in his hand, and he was even more desperate.

"It's miserable, it's miserable, this time it's miserable, it's going to bleed profusely. ”

"This Xinyi Dart Bureau is known as the No. 1 Dart Game in Fugui City, and it doesn't seem to be very good, even a group of bandits can't deal with it, it's really disappointing. ”

"This time the money was spent, and it was a big failure to find the Xinyi Dart Bureau to be a bodyguard, the Xinyi Dart Bureau is a wide range of people, and the combat effectiveness is not good at all. ”

"That is, the Xinyi Dart Bureau seems to have a large number of people, but in fact, there are no masters at all, and even a group of bandits can't fight, which is too bad. ”

"Alas, forget it, forget it, it seems that this toll is indispensable, and it is good to break the wealth and avoid disasters. ”

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The leaders of the combined caravan, behind the three hundred dart divisions of the Xinyi Dart Bureau, stood in a row, looking eagerly at the arena one by one, with ugly expressions.

The Xinyi Dart Bureau has already paid a large amount of money, and the leaders of the combined caravan only hope that this road will be peaceful, even if some more tolls are paid, if it is not too much, it is not unacceptable.

But ten times the toll, not a small amount, this money is too much, although it will not make the combined caravan break their bones, but it is enough to make them dissatisfied.

Gu Shaohua was also watching the battle, but with a pair of ears, he was always paying attention to his surroundings, and when he heard the discussion of those people in the caravan, he couldn't help frowning and was quite dissatisfied.

Although he was very dissatisfied with Zhang Wende, Gu Shaohua didn't say anything, this was Zhang Wende's business, and it had nothing to do with him, he was unwilling to act on his behalf.

Gu Shaohua is willing to help Zhang Wende take over the next battle, which is already good, he has fulfilled his duty, and Zhang Wende's ten Flame Martial Pills are at ease.

Du Ping held the halberd in one hand and responded to the enemy with a short sword in the other, and he had the upper hand at once, and Zhang Wende, who was forced to see it, was embarrassed, and even lost the sword in his hand.