Time goes back to before a stick of incense.
Qiangong martial arts field.
When Yuan Shu led his troops into the venue, he happened to see Xu Huang and others sitting in the shed opposite.
Facing the Longshan army, Yuan Shu still had to be more polite.
Xu Huang and others also stood up, cupped their fists and saluted, and the two parties briefly exchanged greetings.
At this time, the two men on the field were fighting back and forth, but neither of them were from the Longshan Army. Yuan Shu asked curiously: "General Xu, have the two men on the stage fallen into the eyes of the Longshan Army?"
Xu Huang was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said: "No, this level of force is not enough to recruit Longshan Army."
Yuan Shu looked at the people behind Xu Huang and asked curiously: "Who are these?"
Xu Huang also had no ink marks. He pointed to Zhao Feng on the side and said: "Oh, we are all here to cheer for Brother Zhao."
Zhao Feng raised his fist and saluted Yuan Shu.
Yuan Shu frowned slightly, looked at Zhao Feng, and then at the capable general Ji Ling aside, and thought to himself: It can't be such a coincidence, right?
Before Yuan Shu could speak, the two people on the stage had already decided the winner.
The referee said loudly: "The next match is between Longshan Zhao Feng and Ruyang Ji Ling. Please take the stage as soon as possible."
When Ji Ling heard this, he raised his eyebrows first, and then a stern expression flashed across his face. He had always wanted to meet the Longshan Army men to see where they were stronger.
Especially Xu Huang. As the commander-in-chief of the Longshan Army, Ji Ling wanted to compete with Xu Huang as early as last year when he passed by Xu Huang for the first time in Anyi, but he never had the chance.
This Imperial Martial Arts Conference was a good opportunity, but I didn’t expect that instead of running into Xu Huang, I met Zhao Feng first.
Looking at Zhao Feng, who was a little thin, Ji Ling's eyes flashed with disdain.
In his opinion, Zhao Feng is nothing more than a warrior who follows the path of lightness. The reason why he was able to reach the Temple of War is just good luck and he made a lot of achievements by following Xu Huang, which is not worth mentioning at all.
Ji Ling found that Zhao Feng was also looking at him, and couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, cupped his fists towards Xu Huang, and said: "General Xu, I heard that your sky-opening ax technique is exquisite. After being promoted, Ji really wants to learn from you. "
Xu Huang frowned, looked at Ji Ling, and then glanced at Zhao Feng beside him, with a contemptuous smile on his lips.
"Oh? Xu also wants to have some luck with General Ji, but it's a pity. I'm afraid I won't have this opportunity."
Ji Ling was stunned and looked at Zhao Feng, unable to recognize what Xu Huang meant.
it means.
If you want to fight me, you must first pass Zhao Feng. And you obviously can't beat Zhao Feng, so you won't have a chance to fight me.
Ji Ling was so angry that his teeth itched. Fortunately, Yuan Shu didn't want to offend the Longshan Army people for him, so he hurriedly pulled Ji Ling.
Ji Ling snorted coldly, picked up a three-pointed two-edged sword, and walked onto the ring with his head held high.
When Yuan Shu saw this, he sighed helplessly, clasped fists with Xu Huang and Zhao Feng and said, "I made you two laugh."
"No problem." Xu Huang returned the gesture.
Zhao Feng nodded slightly, turned around, walked to the shed, and picked up a large cloth package.
When Yuan Shu saw this, he was shocked and said: "That is it?"
Xu Huang looked back and said with a smile: "They are just ordinary spears."
In the arena.
Ji Ling had already stood still.
At this time, the audience enthusiastically shouted the name "Flying General War God", which made Ji Ling very unhappy.
Looking back at Zhao Feng, Ji Ling's thick eyebrows instantly frowned.
And the 15,000 spectators on the field were all dumbfounded.
I saw Zhao Feng holding a gentian silver gun, wearing dragon mountain armor... and carrying more than a dozen standard spears on his back.
Ji Ling frowned and looked at the referee, "Is this too much?"
The referee shook his head and explained: "As long as the weapons are brought by the players, they can be used. As long as they don't hurt anyone's life, we don't care."
Ji Ling opened his mouth and tightened the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand angrily.
Looking at Zhao Feng, he paused and couldn't help but sneer: "With so many weapons on your back, I want to see how you can avoid my sword."
Needless to say, Zhao Feng is still a little strenuous, mainly because the dozen or so spears are all made of iron. If each one weighs thirty kilograms, he is equivalent to carrying a weight of nearly four hundred kilograms, not counting the weight on his body. The weight of the armor.
The two of them stood still.
The referee glanced at Zhao Feng and said loudly: "Remember, you must not take someone's life, otherwise you will be directly awarded a loss and will be punished according to the law."
Zhao Feng frowned slightly, nodded, and said, "Don't worry, I will pay attention."
When Ji Ling heard this, veins popped up on his forehead, and he shouted: "Stop talking nonsense, just start. If you want to hurt me, you are just talking nonsense."
The referee received Zhao Feng's assurance and said nothing more. He waved his hand and said, "The competition begins."
Peng~
Ji Ling kicked his legs and rushed towards Zhao Feng. He still couldn't believe that Zhao Feng could avoid his attack even though he carried so many things on his back.
However, before he could run out a few meters, the ferocious smile on his face suddenly solidified, and he hurriedly tilted his body.
Boom!
He narrowly dodged a flying spear.
The spear flew past his armpit and was inserted directly into the floor, making a crisp buzzing sound.
When Ji Ling came to his senses and looked up, he realized that Zhao Feng had already reached the edge of the ring without knowing it.
The left hand holds the gentian bright silver spear upside down.
The legs run quickly.
Maybe he was carrying too many things on his back, so he couldn't run very fast, which was about the same speed as an ordinary person running at full strength.
Seeing Ji Ling make a move, Zhao Feng pulled out a spear from behind with his right hand and threw it towards him while running.
Boom, the spear was aimed at Ji Ling's attack route, directly cutting off Ji Ling's forward momentum.
Ji Ling had no choice but to dodge and attack again.
And Zhao Feng's spear was not a fool either. It flew past Ji Ling's body steadily every time, which made him feel very aggrieved.
Bang, bang bang, bang bang bang...
Ji Ling didn't notice that he was among them. As the number of spears on Zhao Feng's back decreased, his running speed continued to increase.
And just like the speed at which he ran, the faster the speed, the more frequently the spears flew towards him.
At first, Ji Ling could easily dodge the flying spear.
In the end, I found that I was exhausted just from dealing with the spears that were constantly shooting from all directions. There was no way to pursue Zhao Feng.
And what about Zhao Feng?
Running from start to finish.
The gentian bright silver gun in his left hand never moved, and his running route was simply running in circles around the ring.
The strange thing is that there always happens to be a spear stuck in the ground where he runs. He happens to pass by, pulls it out, and throws it at Ji Ling. Ji Ling narrowly escapes and the spear falls on the floor behind Ji Ling...
When Zhao Feng ran around for half a circle and came across the spear, he pulled it out again and shot at Ji Ling, and so on.
Under the ring.
Everyone watching the battle was so shocked that they didn't know what to say.
Many veterans who have been on the battlefield are already telling the audience how this flying gun method is used to harvest heads on the battlefield.
"You don't understand. There are spears, spears, and spears everywhere on the battlefield. They are inexhaustible. As long as the flying general War God can still run, he will not be short of weapons."
"Then what if we miss someone?"
"Yes, look at how easily Ji Ling dodged dozens of shots."
"Haha, you are so naive. Let's not talk about whether those pawns on the battlefield have Ji Ling's skills. Even if they do, don't forget that he can't just dodge flying guns on the battlefield. The flying generals of War God take advantage of them. How about a shot when he kills the enemy?"
Hearing this, some people shrank their necks unconsciously, always feeling like a flying gun was shot from the back of their heart at the next moment.
Yes, the battlefield is constantly changing, which is different from the one-on-one competition in the arena.
If on the battlefield, Zhao Feng took advantage of Ji Ling to fend off the enemy and shot him from behind, he might not be able to dodge it.
"Of course, this is not over yet. I wonder if you have noticed that the flying general War God still has a useless spear in his left hand. If he was not afraid of hurting Ji Ling, he could take advantage of Ji Ling to avoid the spear man in the air or land on the ground. At that moment, just take another shot!"
"Wow!"
"Yes, so to speak, General Zhao has not tried his best."
"Isn't that right? Just now Ji Ling jumped into the air several times to avoid flying spears. If this happens... tsk tsk, he will definitely die!"
On the other side, Yuan Shu and others were sitting in the shed, their faces terrifyingly gloomy.
They have all been on the battlefield, so they naturally know how terrifying Zhao Feng's weird marksmanship is in harvesting heads on the battlefield.
At this time, they all looked helpless when they saw that Ji Ling was tired of dealing with flying guns and was hiding like a monkey.
Yuan Shu looked at Xu Huang and praised him sincerely: "This Zhao Zihu is worthy of the name of the God of War. General Xu's men are all men who can stabilize the country."
Xu Huang didn't feel happy, but shouted angrily: "Zhao Feng, how long will you continue to play, you bastard!?"
Yuan Shu and others were startled by the sudden roar.
Zhao Feng, who was on the stage, had a look of helplessness on his face. As he ran, he shouted to Ji Ling: "Brother Ji, Zhao will do his best next. Please forgive me if there is any offense."
Ji Ling: (°Д°)
Seeing Zhao Feng performing a beautiful trick with his left hand and raising the silver gentian spear, Ji Ling cheered up and said, "No, give up, Ji has given up!"
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at the same time.
Zhen palace martial arts field.
"Yawn~"
Hua Cunru rubbed his nose and walked lazily from the ring carrying his purple and gold mace.
On the ring behind him, there lay a fat man, whose height was not even inferior to that of Lu Bu or Guan Yu.
The big man originally wore a set of pergolas, which were specially designed to resist blunt force damage.
But at this time, the pergola was already in pieces, and what was even more frightening was that there was a thick-backed broadsword that was crooked and bumpy lying next to the big man.
The referee took one look at the big man's twisted broken arm and shouted loudly: "The winner, Longshan Huali Carp... Hurry, carry the injured person down for treatment."
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Duigong martial arts field.
The shouts of the audience were like waves crashing on the shore, one wave after another.
Just because the person who appeared was a member of the God of War, and the opponent was also a famous general in the Central Plains, Gao Lan.
Zhang Liao held a rare halberd with a sickle, leaped high, aimed at Gao Lan's raised shield and knocked it down.
Gao Lan sneered, raised his shield high, and at the same time touched the long knife at his waist with his right hand, staring at the hook that was about to fall.
As long as the hook sickle is embedded in this specially made cork shield, he can start to fight back.
Before the game started, he had already thoroughly studied several people in the Temple of War.
And he Gao Lan just wants to step on the shoulders of the God of War and make a name for himself!
However, just as the hook was about to land on the cork shield, Zhang Liao, who was in mid-air, suddenly did a forward somersault.
Before Gou Lian even touched the shield, he suddenly retracted it, followed Zhang Liao in a circle in the air, and crashed down towards Gao Lan again.
Gao Lan's expression changed drastically when he saw this.
Knowing that this move brought Zhang Liao's entire strength and the acceleration of the rotation, he would definitely not be able to stop it with one arm.
He decisively gave up drawing a knife to fight back and instead held a shield with both hands.
But.
Peng~
Katcha*2
"Ah, my hands!"
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The martial arts arena in the middle palace.
"I, I, I, I give up!"
Seeing his opponent walking down the ring angrily, Lu Bu raised his thick eyebrows and was so angry that he cracked several pieces of the floor with his halberd.
The man awkwardly walked off the ring with his spear in hand, facing his relatives and friends on the sidelines, and shook his head silently.
Seeing this, relatives and friends hurriedly comforted him: "It's okay, that's Lu Fengxian, the unparalleled god of war. There's no shame in admitting defeat."
Lu Bu walked down the ring speechlessly and looked at the man who had admitted defeat. He wanted to say a few words to him, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it.
The only reason to blame is that he went too far yesterday, leaving thousands of square meters of shadow in the hearts of these contestants.
"The next match is between Yanzhou Xiahou Dun and Longshan Dianwei. Please take the stage as soon as possible."
Lu Bu was stunned for a moment, then looked back at the stairs on the west side.
"Dian Wei, Weijun's most effective guard, I have never seen him take action."
In the arena.
Xiahou Dun's eyebrows were like swords, and he looked at Dian Wei opposite, his eyes full of fear.
Being able to be selected as personal bodyguards by Wei Cheng, the outside world has always had different opinions on the strength of Dian Wei and Xu Chu.
Unfortunately, except for a few people from the Longshan Army, almost no one has seen them take action. As for the strength of the two, they can only be inferred from the rankings in the "Big Han Dragon and Tiger List".
Xu Chu's ranking on the list has never fallen out of the top twenty. As for Dian Wei, it is even more terrifying.
"That's Dian Wei who is second on the Dragon and Tiger List!"
"Yes, I heard that this person is deeply appreciated by Lord Wei, and he has been protecting Lord Wei closely, never leaving."
"That must be awesome?"
"Haha, that's quite impressive. I happened to be at the Kun Palace martial arts arena yesterday, and I had the honor to watch him take action. That guy was simply awesome!"
The referee on the stage waited for the two to stand still, then turned to look at Dian Wei, frowning and said: "Guard Dian, please don't hurt anyone again today."
Dian Wei was stunned for a moment, glanced at Xiahou Dun's strong body, and nodded muffledly.
The referee looked at Xiahou Dun again and reminded him kindly: "General Xiahou, Duke Cao is about to go on an expedition. He probably doesn't want to see your capable general injured in the game. If you can't resist for a while, you must call for help as soon as possible, otherwise..."
Xiahou Dun raised his thick eyebrows and said impatiently: "We'll fight first and then we'll talk. It's not yet certain who will win and who will lose."
As a guard, how could Xiahou Dun give up easily? "Today I will defeat Dian Wei no matter what, and when Meng De goes to see Wei Jun later, I will have more confidence in negotiating." ’ he thought in his heart.
The referee shook his head, it was hard to persuade the damn ghost.
"That being the case, then... let the competition begin!"
Bang bang, Peng!
"Admit defeat, I admit defeat, you, don't come over!"
Referee: ╮(╯_╰)╭
