Gui Rong asked this question, which focused everyone's attention on Tang Zhao.
At this time, most people noticed the young man who had been standing in the shed silently watching the game.
When people look in that direction, they will naturally notice him and will never admit his mistake again.
At this time, a thought flashed through many people’s minds:
Swordsmen are indeed no ordinary people!
At this time, Tang Zhao smiled slightly, slowly walked out of his team, and said: "It's me. Your Excellency Guirong, I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Gui Rong looked at Tang Zhao and said: "You are good, clean and bright, youthful and sunny. It's so good. Seeing you is like seeing the rising sun...so good!"
He was in Mengliang Mountain, but he used the sun as a metaphor, and everyone felt a little weird.
He then laughed loudly and said: "Great, I have wanted to try it for a long time!"
"Try shooting the sun with your own hands!"
"There is no sun in the Gangliang Mountain, but you are going to hell! I will kill you, shoot down the next tomorrow with my own hands, and destroy a hope with my own hands! Killing a young man like you will definitely make those who love you, respect you, The people who are counting on you are despairing and crying, right? How wonderful is that?"
Wei Se, who had been silent and just watching the battle in the corner, suddenly raised his head when he heard the words. His eyes were full of unprecedented violence and ferocity, and the murderous intention in his body that had gradually become gentler over time boiled over again.
kill him!
He was not the only one showing that expression inside and outside the mat tent.
Tang Zhao himself looked at him calmly, showing a little... pity at most.
Amid laughter, Guirong pointed at Tang Zhao and said: "Come up here, you and I will fight on the top of the mountain! You don't want to follow the wishes of a group of mere rats and perform monkey tricks on the stage they have arranged. Come to me and climb high. Look far away, wither at the highest point, and draw a glorious curtain call! Even if you die, you can still live up to the name of the swordsman!"
Tang Zhao stepped forward, jumped up with a slight leap. He didn't do anything fancy. The swordsman's body had been reborn twice, and he could jump to the top of the tall warrior who was dozens of feet tall with just one jump.
He randomly found a suitable position to stand with the head of the powerful warrior. This position was just opposite Gui Rong. From a distance above his head, he could clearly see Gui Rong's appearance.
Gui Rong's figure is really tall, almost reaching the limit of a normal person. The muscles in his arms and waist are tangled, and explosive power is hidden at a glance. And his skin, even in the black and white world, can be seen as rough as granite, after years of wind and rain.
But if you take a closer look at his facial features, they are not the rough type. The arcs can even be said to be rounded. If the distance is farther, and the fuzzy black and white tone of the Gangliang Mountain is like a filter, it can be said that he is delicate. There were at least two long scars on his face, one on his forehead and one on his ear, which made him somewhat more ferocious, but still didn't look too vicious.
For some reason, the words "beautiful features, strong back and strong waist" popped up in Tang Zhao's mind. He paused for a moment and saw something hanging on Gui Rong's waist.
As soon as his heart condensed, he looked away and looked at Gui Rong again, with even stronger pity in his expression.
Gui Rong originally stood proudly on a high place and looked down on all living beings. Because of his height, he could look down on Tang Zhao, but when he saw Tang Zhao's expression, he felt his heart skip a beat. He was instinctively very disgusting. He seemed to have faced some arrogant and cruel people. Slave owners may not dislike this handsome young man.
"You...what's that expression?" He asked anyway.
Tang Zhao sighed: "I think you must have had a hard time these past few years."
This sentence was so sincere that Gui Rong was stunned.
Tang Zhao sighed: "From what you just said, I know that no one loves you, no one respects you, and no one expects you. All friendly, close, and trusting relationships are not with you. They all hate you and despise you." , ignore you. You are alone like a lonely ghost, someone who is not needed by others. Because of this, you hate others, want to destroy them all, and use shouting to cover up your emptiness and loneliness. You hate me - by Envy leads to jealousy, and jealousy leads to hatred. Envy, jealousy, and hatred, I know, this is also human nature for you."
The more Gui Rong listened, the more unpleasant he became. Gradually, his whole body trembled, and the scars on his face were twisted like a centipede.
Jiang Shenyi was originally furious when he heard Guirong's arrogance, but now his expression was a little weird, and he said to Xing Qi, who was dressed as guard Changle next to him: "Is he trying to kill people and take heart? His mouth is quite poisonous."
Wei Changle had a very complicated look on his face, and he said "Yeah" and said, "Aside from the sweeping range being a bit wider, there is nothing wrong with it."
Tang Zhao's words were said outside, which meant that they would occasionally affect three or five pond fish, but this was the Gangliang Mountain, a place where slave owners were slaves. Orphans are everywhere, and everyone is living in a nightmare. Every one of the white-haired swordsmen present were shot at by Heart-Deading Words, and even Xingwu and the others in the shed looked wrong.
Tang Zhao didn't give up yet, and continued in a sincere tone: "You and I are different. No, we are almost the same. When I was twelve years old, I was almost sold to Wangliang Mountain. If I got to the mountain, Am I not the same as you? Fortunately, fate favored me, and a kind-hearted man rescued me halfway. He introduced me to a master to learn skills. Fortunately, my mentor favored me and taught me patiently, and I made great progress with each passing day. Living in the mountains After a few years of carefree and dedicated study, I dare not say that I am rich and have no worries about food and clothing. Now Chi Chang is seventeen years old. He started as a knight, promoted to Sanren, swordsman, and finally became a swordsman. Teacher, fellow student, friend Everyone is happy for me..."
Gui Rong could endure the heart-wrenching remarks in front of him, but the more he heard the words behind him, the angrier he became. From anger to resentment, he could no longer bear it and shouted: "Little thief - seeking death!"
The sword energy was unsheathed, and the man and his sword turned into a glorious light, driving straight in!
So fast!
Not to mention ordinary people, even swordsmen, when they saw this sword, only these two words flashed in their minds. In the blink of an eye, the sword energy had arrived in front of Tang Zhao.
However, when they were a few feet away from Tang Zhao, they saw that the bright light was getting thinner and thinner. The bright debris scattered like fallen leaves blown by the wind. Each scattered piece of bright light was thinned by one layer. In the end, the bright light became thinner. Dim, revealing the body of integration.
His body was not affected, and he still maintained his forward momentum, stabbing him hard with his sword!
Tang Zhao stayed where he was, his swords crossing each other.
when--
The two swords intersected, and Tang Zhao flew backwards with his sword, flying out of the head of the strong man, and landed on the head of the next strong man. His body did not land smoothly, and rolled around, until he stood on the shoulders of another strong man.
Gui Rong stood there, pointing his long sword at Tang Zhao from a distance, and sneered: "I'm not very strong, but my mouth is really tough."
"Okay!" The stands cheered loudly, especially the swordsmen who were stimulated by Tang Zhao's show off. In the shed at Changfa Manor, everyone could not help but show worried expressions.
But, not too worried. Everyone with knowledge can see that this sword, no matter how powerful it is, is just a small test, not even a warm-up.
It's just a competition, what does it count in a swordsman-level battle?
If it is considered a warm-up show, then Gui Rong won this show, but Tang Zhao won in the previous show when they were talking about each other. One to one, everyone counts as a draw.
Gui Rong knocked Tang Zhao away and felt better, saying: "I don't understand, what were you doing just now? You weakened my sword light, but did not weaken my sword energy. Why, you just can't see the sword light ?"
Tang Zhao stood still, his expression unchanged, and said: "That's right! No one else is allowed to shine in front of me."
As he spoke, the sword energy condensed and suddenly lit up, like a torch. This ray of light soared into the sky, magnificent and glorious. Compared with this pillar of light, the sword light when Gui Rong rushed over just now was like a firefly.
The sky over Mount Gangliang suddenly lit up with light, so bright that people turned away and turned away. However, this light has no color, it is pure white light, which is the brilliance released by Jianyuan. Even if this kind of light itself has color, it will lose its color and become black and white in Mengliang Mountain. It is no exception.
After all, it's not real sunlight.
"It's not sunshine." Jinwu muttered softly.
Jiang Shenyi next to him said: "Yes, it should be a feint. Now is not the time to use the Sword Elephant. After all, the opponent hasn't shown anything yet, how can he reveal his trump card first?"
Gui Rong had just demonstrated a huge strength that far surpassed Tang Zhao. However, this did not mean that his sword intention was related to strength at all. It might be some kind of sword-controlling technique that increased his strength, or it might just be that he had strong sword energy and natural divine power. If you draw random conclusions based on this, it will interfere with your own judgment.
Just like Tang Zhao didn't release sunlight at all, he used sword energy to condense it into sword light at will. It can be said that he deliberately disrupted the opponent's thinking, and also made some onlookers laugh at his meaningless waste of sword energy.
Gui Rong looked at Tang Zhao's performance with cold eyes. Naturally, he would not jump to conclusions easily and said directly: "Stop your performance. Let's fight sword to sword to your heart's content."
Tang Zhao stepped on the big man under his feet and said: "The venue is chosen on the heads of these giants? Does it count?"
He is now on the shoulders of a strong man. If the battlefield is only the top of the giant's head, he has already gone out of bounds. But the rules were not stated before the confrontation, so of course the outcome cannot be determined based on this.
Guirong said calmly: "Head? Body? That doesn't matter. Then let's use the bodies of all the warriors. The whole bodies of these ten warriors are our arena. Regardless of floating in the air, everything that lands must fall on the warriors. .”
There was a little booing from below. Although it is relatively new to use two strong men as a ring, the audience needs to raise their heads to watch the sword fight, which is not friendly to the neck.
However, although there were rules listed in the book before, the final interpretation of this game belongs to the swordsman, who is not under the control of the manor. People who are not swordsmen have no room to interrupt. Unless the Yuan envoys object, but so far, the Yuan envoys are just watching the fun and pointing out things with interest.
Tang Zhao said: "Oh, then the one who loses the strongman loses?"
Guirong muttered: "Okay, then add this one. The person who falls will commit suicide."
Tang Zhao raised his eyebrows and said, "Suicide?"
Gui Rong grinned, and his tone was exactly the same as when he said he wanted to destroy a hope: "Of course, there are only two outcomes in this battle, you die or I die. The living person wins, and the dead person loses!"
(End of chapter)
