Chapter Thirty-Five: Fierce Battle Ascension

"Gambling fight?!"

Everyone didn't know why, but Dolgon invited him again, but he had another gamble with Di Qiuran.

Di Qiuran said in a deep voice: "Do you really want to gamble?"

"Yes, you or your soldiers can participate. As long as you can win our national teacher, you can say what treasures you want. But if you lose, you will have to obediently return the 'Pearl of the Night' to our clan, how about it?"

Dolgon knew that only by getting Di Qiuran to promise another fight between the two sides could he calm the anger of the people and awaken everyone's confidence, so this fight had to take place. Of course, they never thought that their national teacher, Yuwen Changsheng, would lose to the Han Chinese. Even if Yue Fan showed extraordinary strength just now, even if Di Qiuran was the god of war in the army, it could not affect their confidence in the national teacher.

Di Qiuran smiled undeniably, why bother taking advantage of it just now.

Just as he was about to express his position, Dolgon immediately gave Huang Taiji a look and said: "Brother Huang, the last time our envoy and warrior went to Beijing to negotiate peace, didn't we win something from the Han Emperor?

"Oh!" Huang Taiji cooperated, "Is the imperial brother talking about the gadget called 'Nine Dragons Jade Spirit'?"

Dolgon chuckled, "It's the Han Emperor 'Nine Dragons Jade Spirit'. ”

"What? is it the 'Nine Dragons Jade Spirit'!?" Di Qiuran's body trembled, his face changed several times, and his heart was already full of hatred.

"Nine Dragons Jade Spirit" is the treasure of the Ming Kingdom, it is the symbol of the descendants of the dragon vein, and its meaning is not under the jade seal of the country.

A few days ago, the Tatar envoy entered Beijing to negotiate peace, and the Chongzhen Emperor and the Tatar envoy made a bet in the imperial city, and the result was that the "Nine Dragons Jade Spirit" was lost, and the Ming Dynasty has always regarded it as shameless...... Now that the other party actually mentioned this thing, it is clearly a naked insult. When he thinks that the national treasure of his country has fallen into the hands of people of a foreign race, how can people not hate it? Not to mention a loyal patriot like Di Qiuran.

To fight or not to fight? This is a serious and realistic question. Di Qiuran is very self-aware, if he fights with Dolgon, or has the hope of victory, he can face his master Yuwen Changsheng, he is not at all sure. If you reluctantly respond to the battle, you can only bring shame on yourself.

On the other hand, looking at Yue Fan, Di Qiuran was a little more sure. Di Qiuran had already known about his situation, and even deliberately collected information about him. In terms of martial arts alone, Di Qiuran thought that he was not Yue Fan's opponent.

After pondering for a moment, Di Qiuran made a decision in his heart. Then he walked towards Yue Fan, and said with a solemn face: "The 'Nine Dragons Jade Spirit' is the symbol of our dragon vein descendants, is it okay this time?"

The same question contains the same meaning, just cautious, and Yue Fan still nodded lightly.

This person is so arrogant! The surrounding Tatar people saw that Yue Fan nodded again, distorting his meaning, thinking that he was despising his own nation and his national teacher, and they immediately burned their hearts with anger, and shouted at the top of their throats one by one, eager to cut his body to pieces with their own hands.

Although the national teacher Yuwen Changsheng cared about his identity and didn't say anything, he sneered in his heart. And Huang Taiji and Duo Ergon looked at each other angrily, and they were even more determined to teach Di Qiuran and the others a lesson.

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Outside the gladiatorial arena, the Tatars were quiet again.

In the field, Yue Fan and Yuwen Changsheng stood opposite each other, and a solemn atmosphere spread to the surroundings.

The master duel is the most attacking, Yuwen Changsheng is only able to force Yue Fan, and there is nothing else except to feel the fierce murderous aura of the other party. It is normal for a battlefield warrior to have a peerless ferocious aura, and the realm of murderous aura does not represent the level of martial arts, and Yiyuwen Changsheng is not too relieved. What's more, he has made a breakthrough in this retreat, and he is full of confidence in himself.

"Since you're a wrestler to win the match, let's compete with each other...... You are a guest, please first!" Yuwen Changsheng put on the appearance of a grandmaster, but he didn't see Di Qiuran's face of disdain, and he secretly scolded hypocrisy.

"Come!"

Yue Fan never seemed to know the word polite, since the other party had already asked him to strike first, of course he was unceremoniously, took off his hands, and pushed directly forward......

"Smack!"

Yuwen Changsheng's hand shadow was blurred, and he grabbed Yue Fan's arms at an extremely fast speed!

"Okay!

"Come on, national teacher, come on, come on, national teacher, down with the Han dog-"

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The excitement of the surrounding Tatars rose higher and higher. But before they could react, Yue Fan's arms had already broken free from Yuwen Changsheng's palms, and then he clasped the other party's wrists.

"Smack!", "Smack!", "Smack!"

Hands and feet are like shadows, the shape of the body is uncertain, in just a few breaths, the two have already fought dozens of times, and there is a piercing sound in the air.

Yuwen Changsheng deserves to be the national teacher of the Tatar people! There is a distance between attack and defense, the advance and retreat are appropriate, and the wrestling techniques are unique and exquisite, and he almost knocked Yue Fan to the ground several times.

Falling, slapping, wearing, splitting, saving, rushing, picking, supporting, splitting, forking, diao, wrapping, buckle, hugging, elbowing, locking, covering, pressing......

Compared with wrestling skills, Yue Fan's experience in this area is still lacking. Fortunately, he has such a comprehensive foundation as "Eighteen Dozen" and has mastered the essence of this way, which allows him to comprehend and use the skills of wrestling in a period of time. As a result, the two sides have a stalemate.

Force and force, ingenuity and wonder...... Balance!

The two fought fiercely, and the word "balance" suddenly flashed in Yue Fan's mind. The coordination of body shape and hands and feet, the coordination of strength and body, suddenly, Yue Fan felt an unprecedented understanding. Gradually, Yue Fan's hands became lighter and lighter, but his strength became heavier and heavier.

Fast!

Faster!

Yuwen Changsheng's skills in strength are indeed extraordinary, and with observation and proficiency, Yue Fan's perception in his heart is gradually improving...... Even the noise of the surrounding birds subsided.

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Today's battle can be described as the most stubborn fight since Yuwen Changsheng cultivated. At first, I had a slight upper hand, and I was at ease. But it didn't take long for the other party's techniques to become more and more powerful, more and more proficient, as if he had become a sparring partner.

Yuwen Changsheng began to practice the "Thirteen Taibao Vajra Cover" and the art of wrestling at the age of five, and now he has been practicing for more than 70 years, and his internal and external cultivation can be described as the peak. I didn't expect that I couldn't win against a stinky boy in terms of strength skills today! I was angry in my heart, and I immediately put away my contempt.

"Thirteen Taibao King Kong Cover" is an external skill, a total of thirteen layers, the more you practice, the more solid the body, invulnerable, infinite strength. And Yuwen Changsheng is from the outside to the inside, practicing to the realm of anti-universal and returning to the truth. But unfortunately, Yue Fan's cultivation is also the supreme external skill "Dragon Pole Nine Changes", and his physical toughness is even better.

Compared with strength alone, Yue Fan will not lose to Yuwen Changsheng, not to mention that he still has vitality to hold. If it weren't for Yue Fan's desire to observe the other party's techniques and skills, Yuwen Changsheng would have been taken down long ago.

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"Hmph! Your Excellency is very skilled. We don't have to win or lose in wrestling, so let's use weapons to compete!" Yuwen Changsheng flipped his hand, and a delicate folding fan appeared in his hand, emitting a burst of cold aura.

This fan is called "Residual Feather", which is refined from deep-sea refined iron and made of gold and steel silk. The sword is difficult to hurt, and there is a hidden mechanism inside, which is impossible to prevent. I don't know how many heroes and heroes died under this "residual feather"!

"Whatever. ”

Yue Fan said lightly, and then grabbed the void in his right hand, and the "Hundred Tribulation Battle Knife" ten zhang away flew straight and clenched it in his hand.

"Sneer—sneer—"

With the sword in his hand, the bloody aura that had been sealed for decades awakened in Yue Fan's hands, and with his own fierce murderous aura spreading and scattering in all directions! The people around him were all afraid, and Huang Taiji and Duo Ergon were both clenched tightly, extremely nervous.

Yuwen Changsheng's face was rarely solemn, and he couldn't help but doubt himself a little, and proposed whether it was correct to use weapons to compete. Before he made a move, he was weak first, and this fearful thought was quickly thrown out of his mind.

Putting aside the hypocritical face, regardless of his identity, this time, Yuwen Changsheng rushed to Yue Fan first!

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"Fan—"

Yuwen Changsheng slapped the "residual feather" in his hand, and a gust of yin wind came to devour his bones, blowing Yue Fan's cheeks painfully, and several silver needles accompanied the yin wind......

"No return—"

Yue Fan came first, the sword broke through the silver light and took the opposite door directly, the sword wind roared, comparable to a raging lion beast!

The first time he used the "Hundred Tribulation Battle Knife", Yue Fan's heart was full of joy, and the anger accumulated over the years burst out, like a mountain torrent bursting an embankment, not vomiting or unhappy!

"Qiang—"

"Bell-bell-"

Yuwen Changsheng's moves are gorgeous and feminine, hidden in them, Yue Fan goes straight to the point, and the knife goes off the peak. The two only come and go quickly, and a series of changes are dazzling.

"Desperate Fan—"

"Dancing Style—"

The wind is scattered, and the grass is all over the sky.

The surrounding Tatars held their breath, and hundreds of guards surrounded Huang Taiji and Dolgon in the middle, looking on guard.

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The two sides fought frantically for half an hour, Yuwen Changsheng's forehead was slightly sweaty, but Yue Fan's eyes showed excitement.

Dolgon hurriedly moved towards Huang Taiji.

He knew that although Yuwen Changsheng still had the strength and tricks to spare, the other party was fighting more and more fiercely, and if it continued like this, his master would definitely be defeated. This incident, whether it is him or Huang Taiji, is absolutely not allowed to happen.

Yuwen Changsheng can't lose, the national teacher can't be defeated, he is the spiritual pillar of the Tatar people, and he must not be defeated by people of foreign races.

"Stop!" Huang Taiji and Dolgon shouted at about the same time, interrupting the competition.

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