The audience in the audience was startled, then cheered and applauded. I thought today's martial arts competition was over, but now the champion suddenly comes on stage, wouldn't it be interesting to watch?
Thin people grow taller
"Hey", since this guy is going to go on stage, why didn't you inform him in advance? He's so open-minded!
The handicap offered to Broken Blade is no longer a simple matter of winning or losing. Everyone wins by betting on the sword, so what else is there to make money?
The derived gameplay is to bet on how many moves he can defeat his opponent, bet on whether he can use a certain move or magical power, bet on how many people will challenge him this time... The red general suddenly raised his hand and gave three slow high-fives.
Every note is like a slap in everyone's heart. In just three breaths, everyone around the arena fell silent. General Red then said loudly: "This month's on-site teaching begins now!" The Yuewu Hall holds on-site teaching once a month, usually with heroes as guests, and General Red will occasionally appear.
But she was too busy. He Lingchuan entered Panlong City so many times and never caught up with her on-site teaching.
The red general then added: "Teaching content: observe the life and death battle of Broken Sword today, you can use real swords and guns, and wheel tactics are allowed." The whole arena
There was a "wow" sound and it almost exploded. In Panlong City's ring competitions, only wooden weapons from the Yuewu Hall are usually allowed to be used to avoid accidental killing.
But there is also a kind of martial arts to resolve grudges, which is called
"Life and death battle", there are no taboos when fighting, no matter how vicious or vicious you are. However, both sides must establish a stance in advance and take responsibility for life and death. After the fight, no matter how big the grudge is, it must be wiped out.
The life and death competition cannot be opened casually, it must be specially approved, and it cannot be used once in half a year. The Red General actually allowed Broken Sword to fight to the death, and even allowed a wheel battle. Those who knew how fierce it was would be dumbfounded.
What did Broken Blade do to deserve this kind of lesson? He Lingchuan smiled bitterly: "General, this..."
"Fight to the death, and you won't be nervous anymore." The red general's words were not necessarily comforting. Isn't he afraid of death?
I won't be nervous anymore if I die. Seeing that no one was around, the red general simply called out: "Mengshan, come out!" The crowd parted, and a huge figure hesitated for a while before shuffling out.
"General..." Meng Shan didn't want to go up. He had fought with Broken Blade more than a dozen times, and he had already vomited. The red general raised his chin to the ring: "Go up." Mengshan couldn't help it, so he went to the weapon rack and pulled out a big stick.
The red general did not let him go: "Where is your mace?" Mengshan had no choice but to take out his favorite weapon and jump onto the ring.
This fine steel mace was almost half a man tall, and the tip was stained with black stains that could not be cleaned off. It had been stained with the flesh and blood of countless people.
Since Meng Shan surrendered, He Lingchuan had not fought with him for real, but the stick was still fresh in his memory.
A fight was inevitable anyway. In just a few breaths, he had already corrected his mentality. Su Rong said to Meng Shan, "Please!" Once it comes, fight it!
He and Meng Shan were fighting on the stage, while General Red stood under the stage and analyzed and lectured to the onlookers. Not only could they observe the actual combat, but General Red would also explain it. This opportunity was so precious that everyone could not take their eyes off it.
Of course, neither He Lingchuan nor Mengshan had time to listen carefully to what she said. After twenty rounds, Mengshan was kicked off the ring by He Lingchuan.
After three breaths, I was almost thrown into the sky by the mace.
It fell back to the ground with a "dang" sound and stuck beside the wooden stakes of the ring.
"In the first game, Broken Sword wins." General Red glanced at the stage. He Lingchuan's chest was rising and falling, but there was no sweat on his temples.
"I think you are in good condition, just take a break and burn incense. Lao Chunsheng comes out and is ready to fight!" A strong man walked out of the crowd and shouted in agreement.
His weapon is a pair of axes. So does everyone
With a "meaning" sound, this man was also a fighting hero in the Gale Army. The pair of axes in his hands had already killed hundreds of people. He didn't expect to be accused of being Broken Sword's opponent today.
At this time, the list of contestants who will appear on the stage is also released. The thin man in the audience was very busy. Just now, He Lingchuan had no suspense about the battle with Mengshan. What everyone wants to bet on is, how many games can Broken Sword last?
Since it is a wheel battle, Broken Sword must fall down at some point. Everyone believed that the Red General would not really let him be beaten to death; only He Lingchuan himself understood that today's competition could not go well.
After a stick of incense. Lao Chunsheng jumped onto the ring and said solemnly: "I have no grudge against you, and I admire you, but I will never hold back today." He Lingchuan had already adjusted his breath, and pressed the hilt of Fusheng's knife sideways to prevent the cold light from leaking: "It's time That's it!" It was getting late.
After Lao Chunsheng, many people came to the ring. How many specifically? He Lingchuan could not remember clearly.
He had just beaten an opponent to the point where he was lying on his back and unable to move, but he was also leaning on the corner and could not get up for a long time.
Two ribs were broken, half of his face was swollen like a pig's head, and he couldn't open his eyes as the blood and sweat poured down.
There was also a three-inch long wound on the left waist that was bleeding profusely. Taking advantage of the intermission, Aluo quickly treated his wounds and whispered: "I think you've beaten enough, please ask General Red to stop!" General Red happened to walk up to He Lingchuan and looked at him with his hands behind his back: "Want to stop?" He Lingchuan smiled bitterly: "Want to stop?" He was no longer nervous.
"How will you know if you don't try?" He Lingchuan then said sincerely: "Report to the general that I want to cease the war."
"Rejected." General Red refused.
"The contest won't end until you can't move anymore."
"..." It would be better not to have any hope in the first place than to give it some hope and then extinguish it. A Luo was shocked: "Why, why?"
"No battle will stop just because you say stop." The red general walked to the stage and rang the bell with his own hands.
"The competition continues!"￥￥￥￥￥He Lingchuan woke up as soon as the first ray of sunlight shone in in the morning. He blinked, his consciousness still lingering on the final battle in Panlong City.
It seemed that it was the tenth or eleventh opponent's turn. Both of them were panting like cows. Their lungs felt like broken bellows, making a roar with every breath they took.
His consciousness has become dull and he can't even remember who he is. He had already knocked off his opponent's weapon, but he pulled out a stake from the ring and slapped He Lingchuan on the temple.
During the previous battle, the arena stakes had long since become loose, with two nails still remaining on them. He Lingchuan even remembered the feeling of the nail piercing the flesh and directly piercing the temple...it hurt, it hurt too much.
But just for a moment. He must have been knocked down because he woke up immediately. At that moment, he seemed to hear some bastard in the audience shouting: "I win, I win!" He didn't know who was making a fortune from his pain and betting on the number of wheel battles.
He Lingchuan murmured a curse and suddenly realized that his mood had changed after waking up. After a night of cruel and unruly wheel fighting, people calmed down, as if they were driven out of their bodies by the stake. From the perspective of a bystander, they looked at themselves, others, and everything that would happen next.
He didn't know if this state was considered numb. Anyway, he had entered a state of no sorrow or joy, and his mind was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
The Red General's method was crude and extreme but effective. At least he was no longer nervous now. not at all.
When he fought and resisted with all his strength, and finally accepted death helplessly but calmly, death could no longer threaten him.
He Lingchuan let out a long sigh. When he entered Panlong City last night, he originally wanted to go find Master Sun, either to reminisce about the past or to say goodbye, but in the end he didn't even meet the beautiful lady.
Obviously Dafanghu thinks that what he needs at this moment is not affection between his children. This is really a unique artifact that doesn't care about the owner's emotions at all.
He Lingchuan packed his bags, changed his clothes, and walked out of his residence. After a night of wind and rain, in the morning the Hongqiao flew across it, and one end seemed to be resting on the lake of Pianxiang Villa.
The morning air is cool and fresh. He Lingchuan walked into the boat, swung into the lake, closed his eyes in the rippling blue waves, and grasped the battle last night.
Every time you fight to the death; every time you try your best; you know that the battle will never end, unless you fall from exhaustion, but you still have to fight the next one firmly.
Panlongcheng tried to teach him how to face despair. I don't know how long it took, but someone suddenly called him from the shore: "He Xiao, it's time to go!" At this time, the sun was rising, Fu Shanyue was acting vigorously and resolutely, and he had already returned from Lingxiao Palace.
This time, he was going to say goodbye to the Demon Emperor. The emperor was worried about the elixir of life and the Qingyang Imperial Master at this time. He wanted him to leave, and he didn't want to stay when he met. He only said a few good words and asked Fu Shanyue to bring him to the Demon King Chiyan.
In the afternoon of the same day, the Chiyan delegation went out from the Zhengnan Gate and left Lingxu City. Many dignitaries came to see him off, and the air was full of joy. They also saw with their own eyes He Xiao, accompanying Prince Chiyan, exiting the wonderful stage of Lingxu City.
But it doesn't matter, whether the Chiyan people leave or not, so much fun in the city will continue. He Lingchuan and Fu Shanyue walked together for three days, basically traveling day and night, and were far away from the boundaries of Lingxu City.
In the past three days, Panlong City was no longer open to He Lingchuan. As long as we rush south for three or four days, we can reach the northern border of Chiyan Kingdom.
Fushan was more and more eager to return home, and he was working hard all the way. Just after passing Tianshuiyi, He Lingchuan said goodbye to him.
Fushan knew more and more that he was determined to leave, so he did not try to persuade him to stay. He only asked him: "See you soon?"
"Of course." He Lingchuan smiled,
"I think we will meet again soon."
"That's good." Fu Shanyue said this sincerely.
"If nothing happens, please send me more letters." The two of them hugged each other, feeling embarrassed for a moment. The tiger Jiao Yu rushed forward, hugged He Lingchuan's shoulders with its palm-sized paws, and rubbed its head against his forehead while making a mooing sound.
With its strength, most people would have been knocked out long ago. He Lingchuan heard its sadness, reached out and hugged its big head and rubbed it hard a few times. He felt very reluctant to part with it: "We'll see you again eventually, okay?" Unfortunately, he had other business to attend to.
Fu Shanyue pursed his lips, jumped on the horse and said, "If you don't come back to Chiyan with me, you will regret it sooner or later, hey!" After that, he whipped away and never looked back.
