Zhang Tianhe came to the courtyard of the room where he stayed, and saw Du Lisi, the King of Hell, standing with a sullen face waiting for him in the courtyard. He saw that he was holding a sword in his hands. The sword looked like a sword and a knife at a closer look. , and a bit like a Japanese samurai sword.
"Brother, why are you here?" Zhang Tianhe asked with a smile.
"I have nothing to do tonight, so I wanted to chat with you." Du Lisi said.
"Okay, please come in and sit down."
"No need, it's cooler in the courtyard, so it's good to be here," Du Lisi paused, then asked, "Have you had enough for dinner?"
"I'm full," Zhang Tianhe replied.
"Have you had your tea?" the Living King of Hell asked again.
"Drank it."
"Now that we've eaten and drank enough, you see the air is so good tonight and there's nothing to do anyway. It's just free time. Let's compete in martial arts. What do you think?" Du Lisi said.
"Brother, I heard that Mongolia's top boxing master Qingkele Daoriji once wrestled with you, but he couldn't defeat you. I can only do two tricks and three-legged cat skills. How dare I compete with you?" Zhang Tianhe As soon as I heard him say this, I knew he was coming with bad intentions.
"Brother, you don't have to be too modest. I heard that Chen Jia from the Zhongwu Sect has a pair of divine legs that are rare to rival. You defeated him. Why do you have to be so low-key?" Du Lisi said, taking off his grown-up coat. He dropped it, put the scabbard of the Japanese samurai sword down, and the handle up, leaning it against the pillar in the corridor in the courtyard, and then said, "Come on, let's play, compete with fists and kicks, and we'll be considered as... It’s about stretching your muscles.”
But I saw that he was wearing a cowhide waistcoat with copper nails, exposing his tendons. He was not fat at all, he was simply stronger than an ox!
He wears a red scarf on his head, Mongolian leather boots on his feet, baggy white trousers on his lower body, and a pair of trousers embroidered with various animal patterns on the outside. There is a round mirror in the middle of his back, and a red silk tie around his waist. The apron looks like a Mongolian wrestler.
Zhang Tianhe frowned, knowing that he had come prepared. It seemed that he would not be able to compete tonight.
After Du Lisi finished speaking, he stood in the center of the courtyard, stretched his arms, lifted his legs, and worked hard with his arms, bulging up muscles that looked like iron blocks. He turned his neck left and right, clenched his fists, There was a crackling sound between his joints, and soon, he was in a posture, ready to attack at any time.
Zhang Tianhe didn't want to compete. People often say that no one has good words when scolding and no good hands when fighting. Du Lisi is his godfather's biological son. Once a fight breaks out, it won't hurt either him or himself. Great.
At this moment, Du Lisi had already launched an offensive, but he raised his right foot and kicked Zhang Tianhe in the chest. Although he was tall, his movements were quite swift. In the blink of an eye, this move The feet are right in front of you.
This is called being as quiet as a virgin and moving like a rabbit!
Zhang Tianhe arrived as soon as he heard the sharp sound of wind hanging from Du Lisi's leg. He quickly dodged to the left and Du Lisi kicked him in the air.
Just this kick shocked both of them. Du Lisi thought that this kick would hit Zhang Tianhe unexpectedly, but he didn't expect that his movement was so fast that he could avoid it.
Zhang Tianhe thought to himself, what are you doing here? If I had been kicked by you just now, you would have kicked my intestines out.
Therefore, don’t dare to neglect and take it seriously.
Immediately afterwards, Du Lisi stretched out his left leg and swept across Zhang Tianhe's lower body. This move was called "trip"! If he is hit, his bones and tendons will be broken immediately.
Zhang Tianhe jumped into the air and dodged.
As soon as his body fell, Du Lisi opened his long arms to hug him. This move was called "Tangle"! If you are hugged by him from behind, he can strangle you to death with just a push of his arms!
Zhang Tianhe tried his best to dodge back, but Du Lisi held him empty. However, at this time, Zhang Tianhe's body had already pressed against the pillar of the corridor and he could no longer move back.
Before Zhang Tianhe could react, Du Lisi jumped forward like a cheetah and rushed in front of him. Zhang Tianhe could not retreat because there was a pillar behind him. At this moment, Du Lisi grabbed him. He pushed down his shoulders with all his strength. His arms were so powerful that how could Zhang Tianhe resist? He had no choice but to lower his head. At this moment, he saw Du Lisi lift his right knee and slam it into Zhang Tianhe's chest.
This move is called "picking"!
Zhang Tianhe quickly used his elbows to block his right knee.
Du Lisi kicked him several times, but was blocked by his elbows and did not hit him. So he switched to his left knee and kicked left and right again, but still missed.
Du Lisi became anxious, raised his hammer-like fist, and dug out his face from below. This move was called "hook"! If he was caught in this trap, Zhang Tianhe's face would immediately change shape.
Zhang Tianhe was greatly surprised. He really didn't expect that Du Lisi looked so fat. When he crossed his hands, his movements were so sensitive, fast and cruel. He quickly covered his face with his arms.
He kicked, tripped, entangled, picked, and hooked. Du Lisi failed to hit him with five consecutive movements. He became so angry that he grabbed Zhang Tian's back collar with his left hand and his belt with his right hand. He yelled as if he had no hair. The lion used his arms to lift Zhang Tianhe above his head, and then threw him towards the pillar in the corridor.
If this was done, Zhang Tianhe would be killed on the spot!
Zhang Tianhe noticed that he was in the air, so he quickly used his waist to adjust his posture, and his feet hit the pillar, and then he fell down. It was okay now.
It was okay, Zhang Tianhe was so frightened that he was sweating profusely, thinking that this Du Lisi was simply not a human being, but a crazy beast!
At this moment, Du Lisi made a "choking" noise, and smoothly pulled out the Japanese samurai sword. He held the sword in both hands, pointed the sword upward, and stood in front of his right chest. He squatted slightly with his legs and made a posture.
His eyes were bloodshot and he stared at Zhang Tianhe.
Zhang Tianhe knew that this kind of knife has nine simple basic cuts: Tangzhu, cassock cut, reverse cassock, left pheasant, right pheasant, left cut up, right cut up, headwind and thrust, and its attack power is extremely strong.
Du Lisi took a step forward and struck Zhang Tianhe on the head.
Zhang Tianhe tried his best to turn back and dodge. The knife hit the pillar in the corridor and almost broke it.
Immediately afterwards, Du Lisi struck again!
Zhang Tianhe dodged again.
In this way, the two of them started fighting in the courtyard.
About a quarter of an hour later, a "stab" sound was heard, and the knife stabbed Zhang Tianhe in the chest. Although it did not hit him, it pierced the clothes on his chest. Du Lisi took advantage of the situation and turned the blade inward. After turning it over, a three-inch long gash was cut on Zhang Tianhe's chest. Blood immediately flowed out and soaked the clothes red. Fortunately, it was not too deep.
Du Lisi had no intention of stopping. He raised his knife and slashed like a violent storm. Zhang Tianhe dodged left and right. It seemed that he would not give up until he killed Zhang Tianhe today.
At this moment, there was a "swish" sound, and Xiao Zhang's flying knife was launched. Du Lisi felt a cold light pass by on his forehead, and a lock of hair fell gently. The flying knife hit the pillar in the corridor behind him, and the entire knife head disappeared. Only the tail of the knife was exposed, still shaking.
Du Lisi was startled, took a breath of cold air, and broke into a cold sweat. He did not see how Zhang Tianhe shot the flying knife at all. Of course, he was not stupid. He knew that Zhang Tianhe's men had left Damn it, if the flying knife went down another two or three centimeters, then it would not hit the pillar, but his head.
Du Lisi was stunned for a moment, calmed down, then put the Japanese samurai sword into its sheath, laughed loudly, and said: "Brother, I have heard that your little Zhang flying sword never fails, but I still don't believe it. When I saw him today, he certainly lived up to his reputation."
"Brother, you're ridiculous. It's common for me to miss." Zhang Tianhe also said in a smooth tone, "Brother is still good at boxing, and his Eastern swordsmanship is also top-notch. I learned a lesson today."
"It's been a long time since I've been beaten as happily as today." Du Lisi paused and asked hypocritically, "Brother, are you seriously injured? Are you okay?"
"This little injury is not a problem. We are competing in martial arts. It is normal to get a little injury. Brother, you don't have to worry about it."
"That's good, then our competition tonight will end here," Du Liyi said, leaning closer to Zhang Tianhe, and whispered, "Don't tell my father what happened tonight. Otherwise, if he offends his old man, he will cause trouble for me."
"Brother, I understand. Even if you don't tell me, I never thought of telling him about this. Don't worry." Zhang Tianhe said with a smile.
"That's good, we are indeed good brothers." With that said, Du Lisi picked up his clothes and left.
Zhang Tianhe watched Du Lisi walk away and collapsed on the ground. When he touched his arms with his hands, he found that his underwear was soaked with sweat.
