With an inexplicable deflection of the arrow, the sun was shot, and the first sword fight ended in confusion.
The bow that Xing was holding firmly had not yet recovered and remained in the shape of a full moon. He was just stunned on the spot. Then, his two arms began to shake.
It’s not that I’m tired because I can’t hold on anymore, it’s that I’m angry.
He was so angry that his mind went blank!
The journey went smoothly, without any obstacles. The opponents were all novices, and they were invincible. It was obviously a smooth sailing, but at the last moment, for some reason, the result was robbed? !
This is an inexplicable and extremely frustrating result!
For Xing Lao, if the last sneak attack was caused by someone ambushing him at the end and suddenly killing him with a sword, it would not be so uncomfortable for him. After all, if he could not see through the ambush and sneak attack, his skills would be inferior to others, and he would die a worthy death. But it happened not to be a sneak attack, but just confiscated his arrow. Another person used that arrow to complete the mission conditions. It was like saving money for several years to buy a house, but the money was stolen by a thief at the door of the chosen house.
So frustrated that I exploded!
He shook his hands and yelled: "Who? Who! Which rat stole my victory fruits?! Come out! If you dare to do it, why don't you dare to come out?"
He roared, and the golden bull also roared. It was obviously a cow, but it actually roared like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring.
Naturally, there was no one around to answer. Xingzi frowned and said, "The arrow was shot from over there. Let's go over there and have a look."
In fact, someone had just gone from that direction. Xingzi had already guessed a little bit, but he didn't mention it for Xinglao's sake.
After all, he let it go with his own hands.
The two of them rushed in which direction. After just a few steps, the dense fog around them gradually dispersed and the swamp began to recede.
That's when the field is reclaimed - the first sword fight is really over.
Halfway through the walk, the thick fog in the sky completely dissipated, and sounds from outside came in from all directions, filling the eardrums in an instant.
The surrounding stands were as noisy as a boiling pot, with some screaming, some booing, some yelling, and some laughing wildly.
Generally speaking, the scolding is the harshest.
"What the hell?"
"Cheating, cheating!"
"Trash, pay back!"
"It's over! Refund!"
Of course, some of the fun-loving people were dissatisfied with the hasty ending, but the main reason was that they lost money in gambling.
This was probably the first time in Xing Lao's life that he was called a loser, but he couldn't retaliate. His eyes couldn't help but be bloodshot. First, he was angry at the group of fat losers on the stage who dared to call him back, and he was even more angry at the person who had robbed him of his victory.
Amid the scoldings, there was laughter: "Well, as expected of my Changfa Manor, to win the victory without any bloodshed is called attacking with an army! Those who are good at fighting have no great achievements!"
Who is this? Anyway, they are from Changfa Manor.
Another voice said: "It can't be counted! This is an arrow shot by my man. No matter which direction it was shot, it was shot by him holding a sun bow. Doesn't it count just because he changed the direction?"
This voice was clearly Wu Shayu's.
The first person laughed and said: "Where have your eyes grown? Did they change their direction? They have clearly disappeared. Disappeared, dispersed, failed! The ones shot from behind are new arrows! Your people have failed. , my people succeed, successful people win, failed people lose, what’s the problem?”
In the midst of the reply, someone guided the swordsmen scattered everywhere back to the place where the lot was drawn.
The first sword fight is finally over.
It’s just that the results haven’t been announced yet.
The two sides were still in a fierce quarrel.
Xing Lao and Xing Zi angrily returned to the lottery table. As soon as they came back, they drew their swords and shouted: "Who is the thief? Stand up for me!"
He glanced around and saw that there were about ten returning swordsmen in total, some seriously injured and some unharmed. In a glance, his eyes were fixed on one person's face.
She was a woman in her twenties, with a handsome appearance, and she was also the person he was most familiar with besides his own family. She was the woman who had followed him all the way and had a brief encounter with him. This woman had been stabbed by him before, and now her wound had been bandaged. She was talking and laughing with another person, and she looked completely different from her previous timid state in the passage.
Inexplicably, he found the answer intuitively.
"It's you -" he pointed at the woman and shouted: "It must be you! You secretly did something to me when you were fighting me, and only stole my sun-shooting arrow at the critical moment and took it for yourself. You Damn thief!" He unconsciously touched his ear, where a strand of hair had been shaved off. If he tried to do something, that was the only time.
A strand of hair would do him no harm, but it could serve as an introduction to some sword skills.
This bitch is doing everything she can to change the situation.
The woman looked over casually and said with a smile: "Why are you shouting so loudly? Loser?"
This sound completely detonated Xing Lao, and he rushed out with his sword, turning into a furious bull in mid-air, and in the blink of an eye it was about to hit the woman's heart.
At this time, a little tiger jumped out from the side. The short little tiger was at most a foot tall and looked like a stuffed animal with a tiger head. It blocked the road in the middle and blocked the bull with its claws.
Judging from the body shape, the difference between an ox and a tiger is more than a hundred times. This is a mantis trying to compete with a chariot in a situational sense. But just such a little tiger easily blocked the charging bull with one claw.
The bull roared and slapped its hooves desperately on the ground. It looked like it was about to rush out and hit a hole in the mountain in front of it, but the little tiger was as stable on the ground as the mountain.
Seeing the bull's hooves kicking on the ground and cracking the ground, Xingzi shouted: "Bull, forget it."
At the same time, the little tiger gave a gentle push, and the bull took a few steps back. The outline became more and more shaky as it retreated, and finally dissipated, revealing that Xing was holding the sword tightly, sweating like rain, and panting like a Wu Niu panting for the moon.
The little tiger disappeared immediately, and someone said: "The sword fight is over, and if you still do it, don't you take the two manor owners seriously?"
Xing Lao turned his head slightly and saw a young man with a sword standing there. He had an absolutely unfamiliar face. He was sure that he had never seen this person before, because if he had seen that face, he would never forget it.
At this time, the swordsmen who had come down from the field had gathered around. Jing and Wei were clearly standing on both sides. They were clearly evenly matched. It seemed that if Lucky Lao continued to attack, a second melee would immediately occur. Xing Lao knew there was nothing he could do, so he looked at the young man again and gritted his teeth and said, "Swordsman?"
Only the Swordsman can stop him. At the first level of Swordsman, he is invincible.
...At least it is invincible on the frontal battlefield.
The person who came was naturally Tang Zhao, who said: "It's not okay if you can't afford to lose. Are you trying to find someone to blame? It's very embarrassing."
Xing Lao said angrily: "I didn't lose, she was playing tricks."
Tang Zhao said: "She used the sword skill, and you were hit by the sword skill. Is this correct? Now the one who uses the sword skill does not count as a winner, and the one who hits the sword skill does not count as a loser?"
Before Xinglao could answer, the argument behind him screamed: "You're so messy, you're so messy! You're talking about shooting with a bow, who fired the bow, and who shot the arrow? It's my people who fired the bow, how can you count you as the winner? ?”
The person on the other side shouted: "The rules say the one who hits the sun arrow wins. Just tell me if it's the sun arrow we shot here?"
Seeing that the quarrel was raging, Tufei said: "You two, since you have different opinions, how about asking Ambassador Yuan to arbitrate?"
The noise stopped for a moment, and then Wu Shayu said loudly: "That won't work. The Yuanshi above is enshrined by the Yuanshi from their manor. What if there is favoritism?"
I heard someone ask: "Hey, can I be partial?"
Immediately afterwards, the surrounding shadows condensed, and a large group of demons and ghosts appeared in the center of the open space. They were the same group of Yuanshi who were originally watching the excitement in the stands.
The person who just asked the question was naturally Xin Ying, who rushed to say: "Since it can be partial, it goes without saying that Changfa Manor wins."
Naturally, it was surrounded by Pipa Manying, who immediately plucked the strings and said, "Xinying, what you said is arousing suspicion. What is favoritism?" According to the rules, Changfa Manor originally won. No need for you to take sides. "When she spoke, there were many echoes from the Yuanshi group.
An old ape standing next to him shook his head and said, "No, no, no, I think Sunset Manor won. He was the one who fired the bow and arrow first." Immediately, several more envoys joined in.
Xinying was very displeased and said: "Lve Ying, are you going against me?"
Old Ape Lianying sneered: "One is one, two is two, am I going to open my eyes and tell lies just to agree with you?"
These Yuan envoys also had different opinions. One dispute had not been settled, and they were about to fall into a new dispute.
Fortunately, after all, they were just watching the fun, not interested in it, just a moment of anger. Manying came out and said calmly: "It's just a trivial matter, right or wrong. It's just a game. Don't hurt the harmony among us. Let's do this, everyone votes, and feels like the sunset The manor wins and stands on the left. I think Changfa Manor wins and stands on the right.”
This means putting aside right and wrong, whoever has the loudest voice wins. If this is the case, it seems that there is no need to fight swords in the first place, and the same is true for direct voting. However, Yuanshi was superior, and they decided that neither the two manors nor the roaring audience on the stage could object.
In the end, this rule was accepted by all the envoys, and they all took sides.
Manying stood still on the right and counted them one by one.
"One, two, three...seven. The seven standing at Sunset Manor."
"One, two, three...seven. The stationmaster sent the manor...also seven."
Everyone was silent for a moment, and there were fourteen envoys present, seven on each side.
Man Ying took a quick glance and realized that the reason for taking sides was not about right and wrong, but purely about who they were friends with. Those who are friends with Xinying stand on the right, and those who are friends with Lve Ying stand on the left.
This is not surprising. Although most Yuanshi are not as naive as Xinying, they have no sense of right and wrong and are not interested in right and wrong. Maybe not many of them were watching the game just now. Such people will decide the fate of Sunset Manor and Changfa Manor. The big thing is just a game. Just like the owner of the manor can decide the fate of the sword slaves in a child's play.
But if the numbers are equal, there is no winner. Xinying noticed this and said unhappily: "This is all because Panying didn't come. If it came, there would be fifteen in total, seven on one side and eight on the other. There would be no way to tell the winner. Now it's still There is no shadow, so what did it do?"
It mentioned Pan Ying, and Man Ying's heart moved. She thought of something and immediately decided not to let this topic continue. She suddenly said: "I thought of a way. Since we are tied, let them decide. After all, this is a Isn't it a sword fight? Whoever is stronger will win. So - whoever has more people alive and less injured will win."
