At this point in the battle, the two men no longer had any fancy postures. The sword in Yun Zhong's palm was flying like a rainbow. It looked like it was at a distance from the long sword, but in fact it was always connected to the long sword and it was difficult to retreat. However, Tang Bufeng slowed down and was in danger. Even in extremely difficult situations, they are also fighting with swords in their hands, not falling behind in the slightest. It has to be said that the foundation of this martial arts idiot is indeed much deeper than that of Yun Zhong. If it were anyone else, I am afraid that he would have been defeated when he went downstairs to climb the waterfall.
Logically speaking, it can be said that the outcome of the civil war is only between 50 and 50, and there is no need to continue the stalemate. Although others could not see anything strange now, Yun Zhong knew that it was not that he did not want to withdraw his attack, but that Tang Bufeng's sword was always stuck to Yun Zhong's sword, showing no signs of stopping.
Looking at Madman Tang's face again, he already had a ruthless look on his face, as if he was determined to separate life and death from the young man.
"Misfortune, Madman Tang has suffered from madness again. Although that young man has excellent swordsmanship and can fight with Xiao Tang head-on with his current strength and foundation, I am afraid he is still not strong enough." Lao Sanjin's expression was solemn, and his old face was a bit ugly. If it comes to intimacy, he must be looking towards Xiao Tang, whom he is quite optimistic about. But now it is just a literary fight. If life is hurt, then this matter is somewhat unjustifiable. The morality of the world is nothing more than a conventional rule. How can it be disposed of at will?
"Let's put down the hammer first." Seeing Lao Sanjin holding the two hammers upside down in his hands, his shoulders arched, the leader felt helpless, "I don't want to say whether you broke the rules by rushing forward, I just say it's yours. With your martial arts skills, can you really stop Xiao Tang? The fight between these two people is so deep that no one else can intervene, at least no one in the caravan can do it, not even you."
"The most urgent task is to prepare some medicine for wounds, and then go to the outside of the arena and roar a few times. If it's still difficult to tell the winner, it's not too late to take action. You, you are not in your prime, if you are seriously injured by a sword, , I’m afraid I’ll really have to die.”
Lao Sanjin was disdainful, "If you spit out good words from the mouth of a fat man like you, it will change in the end. Even if I am old and frail, I can still beat up a dozen good guys." Even so, the old man said that Sanjin quickly called a few people from the caravan to work on trivial matters such as wound medicine, while he picked up his hammers and rushed straight to the sidelines.
The sword in Yun Zhong's hand has become heavier and heavier, and the numbness in his arms has become more and more obvious with the flow of Tang Bufeng's long sword. There are waterfalls and waterfalls, but he can't take advantage of his own shortcomings and attack the other's strengths. Upside. But it is obvious that the side of the knife edge is the most helpful in people's practice. During the sword fight, many of the past failed moves and the sword path were blocked, and the distracting thoughts in the heart were easily solved, and they slowly gathered on the right path.
This is the beauty of fighting with an expert to the death. There are many similarities between sword and sword moves, which is enough to eliminate countless dross of the past.
In an instant, Yun Zhong felt blessed. He swung his sword to resist the ups and downs of the sword. The long sword slid smoothly against the blade, and slid down to the protective guard of the long sword like an antelope hanging its horns.
Shipped out with traceability.
Full strength.
Lock the sword light that is always pouring in endlessly.
But in the next moment, the young man's expression suddenly changed. The long sword, which had been unable to fight for a long time, withstood dozens or hundreds of powerful and heavy swords. Finally, it could not bear the majestic power coming from the long sword, and the sword suddenly broke into several pieces and scattered in the field.
But looking at Tang Bufeng's red eyes at this moment, there is no sign of retreating? How could he withstand the sword in this man's palm with only a broken sword?
"stop!"
Just as the sword was flying across the sky, two loud shouts rang out from outside the venue.
Lao Sanjin, who rushed to the scene with his eyes about to burst, immediately picked up a pair of hammers, trying to forcefully clamp the incoming sword. However, under such circumstances, Tang Bufeng had no intention of holding back at all, and just focused on the sword. When he cut it down, the knife was as heavy as a mountain and sea, and it suddenly crushed Lao Sanjin's double hammers.
Lao Sanjin, who has been traveling around the world for decades, realized for the first time in this young disciple what it is not to be aggressive.
It's not like the two of them had never fought before, they were both at point level. The former had long seen that Xiao Tang had some remaining strength, but he never expected that this martial arts idiot's sword could be so powerful. With just one strike of the knife, Lao Sanjin felt extremely sore and numb in the tiger's mouth of both arms, and had to hold on to the hammers in his hands to prevent the weapons from falling out of his hands.
The onlookers had long noticed that this fight had changed its flavor. It was originally a point-and-click fight, but now, due to Madman Tang's madness, it had evolved into a fight to the death. A few men among the crowd took their own weapons and thought about resisting Tang Bufeng for a while, but were stopped by many experienced people, so they could only look anxiously at the field, helpless.
Tang Bufeng's sword in the field was less than an inch away from Lao Sanjin's face. The latter's two hammers could not open the long sword.
But suddenly, Tang Bufeng's figure froze slightly.
Then there was the sound of bowstrings roaring in the distance.
In the blink of an eye, Tang Bu Feng was hit by three arrows in his abdomen and back, all of which hit key acupuncture points. His body was shaking so much that he had no choice but to shake open his hammers and look in the direction of the arrow feathers.
The most taboo thing for a martial artist is to make a sneak attack when launching a move or transporting one's strength. At worst, the opponent will seize the gap when he is confused and lose his life. At worst, his transport capacity will be blocked, and there will be no new force to deal with it. At the worst, he will stop and change his moves in a hurry, and no longer Upside. Tang Bufeng was like this at this moment. Although the three arrows had no arrow tips and were only shot with bare arrow shafts, the three arrows landed on key points. Even if there was no damage, they were still powerful enough to contain them.
However, after this encounter, Tang Bufeng, who was in madness, regained some of his consciousness. He looked at Yunzhong and Lao Sanjin's embarrassing behavior in the field with confusion, and muttered: "Is the fight over?"
No one had noticed that while Tang Bufeng was speaking, the fat master, who was standing firmly on the slope, glanced at the man who shot the three life-saving bald arrows from a distance, his eyes obscure.
When everyone helped Yun Zhong and Lao Sanjin, who were out of strength, someone realized that Han Xi, who had gone to nowhere, had returned, but there was a big bow on his back.
"I said, Leader Han, we have been making trouble for a long time. You are not bad at it. My brothers used to think that Lao Gui's title is more useful than any self-promotion. If you have it, you have great ability. If you don't, then you are half-hearted. You are not worthy of being a guide, and you can't even talk about your kung fu skills. Seeing him today really opened your eyes." Han Xi was about to go around the car from behind the crowd, but at this moment he was grabbed by a young man with a sly look. The cuffs were praised all the time, and the dark skin couldn't help but have a little red light.
"Brother, you are overrated. As for Old Han's archery skills, there is nothing remarkable about him. He was just eager to save people, so he didn't care about making a fool of himself in front of everyone by shooting three arrows."
But the young man refused to let go. He grabbed Han Xi and refused to let go. He said, "Those who have seen excellent archery skills are just shooting birds and leaves on the road. Most of them are small tricks to attract attention. They are hit in the chest a few hundred steps away." It’s rare to have a vital part of the abdomen, let alone a bare arrow shaft? No, Leader Han, you can’t hide your secrets, you must teach me a few tricks of such exquisite archery.”
Han Xi smiled bitterly and had no choice but to agree to it for the time being. After some persuasion, he finally persuaded this young man to get rid of his temper. After hesitating for a moment, he went straight to Yunzhong's carriage to wait for the young man.
