Chapter 244: A fight for beauty (Part 2)
Zhao Long was alone in the camp recovering his inner strength. What Zhao Yunming said to him before was still echoing in his ears until now...
"On the battlefield, human life is like a piece of grass!"
"From the current point of view, my life is indeed more valuable than you brats!"
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Yes, Zhao Yunming was ruthless when he said these words. As his direct blood relative, his only grandson, he actually said such cruel words. If Zhao Long were the boy in a bamboo hat from before, he would probably feel more attracted to him and become even more taciturn in the future.
However, Zhao Long is no longer the boy wearing a bamboo hat before. At this time, he has grown into a guard in iron clothes and has taken off the bamboo hat. At the same time, the brutal night attack on the cavalry camp last night made the boy with two swords grow up a lot.
The look he made with Zhao Yunming made him understand a lot. The battlefield is never a place to sympathize with the weak. If you are weak here, you will lose everything, not only your life, but also the things you are sworn to protect.
So on the battlefield, when his own grandson asked himself why he didn't go to the battlefield, Zhao Yunming gave the answer. This answer was not an escape, but the truest cruelty on the battlefield.
Don't the tall, thin, middle-aged man not want to go into battle to kill the enemy? Don’t want your grandson to be safe behind you?
On the battlefield, human life is like a piece of grass. As everyone knows, whether it is the chess in the game or the person holding the chess, their fate is like duckweed, and they can't help it.
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At this moment, two people stood outside the camp. Before they could speak, Zhao Long said softly: "Just come in, no need to be polite."
Lin Fenghuo smiled slightly, took the lead in opening the door curtain and walked in.
"You are such a boring gourd. Why don't you come out to do some activities in such a rare opportunity?" The swarthy boy smiled and looked at Zhao Long, who was sitting cross-legged on the blanket.
The boy with the double sword had just been immersed in his previous thoughts, and his face was a little ugly, but after all, the other party was one of his few friends, so he had to deal with it: "The war is not over yet, so let's stay in the standby camp."
In fact, this is an obvious shirk. If the two armies faced each other before, Yin Renfang was really worried about being attacked by the opponent at night, but at this time Ji Rentu had already led his troops to retreat twenty miles.
Not to mention the black-armored cavalry, even if Ji Rentu had such an elite team with the combat power of the Twelve Masters of Yanwu, it would be basically impossible to sneak attack across this distance from the territory of Yinren Village.
And the other party definitely doesn't have a team as strong as Yi Xifeng and the others, otherwise they wouldn't have kept them until now.
Zhao Long frowned and said softly: "Is there anyone else outside?"
The tent door curtain was opened again, and a fair-skinned young man walked in with a shy smile on his face.
When Zhao Long saw this fair and smiling face, his originally expressionless face instantly became a little colder. He simply closed his eyes slowly and ignored the two people standing in his tent.
Heizi glanced at his best friend next to him and tried his best to speak, meaning that if you have anything to say, you can say it yourself.
When Yi Xifeng saw the other party's reaction, he ignored Lin Fenghuo beside him and said straight to the point:
"How about a fight?"
Lin Fenghuo didn't expect that a madman would say it so bluntly. Normally, he would have to be more tactful and use the excuse of learning from each other.
Zhao Long slowly opened his eyes, stared at the fair boy in front of him, and said slowly: "You haven't even touched the realm of light, you are no match for me!"
After saying that, the boy with two swords closed his eyes again, obviously not taking the opponent's strength into consideration.
Yi Xifeng had already guessed that the other party would react like this, and he was sure that even if he made a provocation next time, Zhao Long would still ignore him.
"Well, if you have nothing to do at night, you might as well make a bet. Whoever loses will stay away from Li Xintian." A shy smile hung on the corners of the fair boy's clean mouth.
Lin Fenghuo frowned and reminded: "Madman, gambling is prohibited in the military camp!"
But before he could finish his words, Zhao Long interrupted: "It's a deal!"
While the swarthy boy was stunned, Yi Xifeng quickly added: "I will decide the method of the competition, and you will decide the venue!"
In fact, Yi Xifeng made this request a bit rogue. After all, they were all at war at this time and were not allowed to leave the camp in groups at night.
Of course, except for those like Yi Xifeng who practiced sword practice all night in the woods the day before yesterday and did not return to the camp.
But Zhao Long didn't care about this. In fact, in his heart, he had long wanted to beat the other person.
Although these thoughts and ideas were constantly suppressed and restrained by the boy with two swords. But when Yi Xifeng mentioned Li Xintian in front of him, Zhao Long could no longer control his violent emotions.
"Okay, just outside the tent!" With that, he stood up from the cave and walked out of the tent first.
Lin Fenghuo gave a thumbs up to the fair boy and whispered: "Be careful."
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Soon the news of the two "discussing" spread in the camp. Of course, Lin Fenghuo, as the middleman, did not mention the gambling.
He knew the nature of these strong men. They were all older than the seven of them. If the sparring was tainted with such gossip, I believe it would not take long for it to spread throughout the camp and eventually be forcibly terminated. .
"Tell me your request!" Zhao Long asked in a low voice.
Yi Xifeng also put away the shy smile on his face and explained: "It's very simple, you are only allowed to use water-attribute martial arts skills, and I am only allowed to use yang-attribute martial arts."
The boy with the double sword frowned and asked curiously: "Do you know other martial arts skills?"
The fair boy laughed and said, "No."
Zhao Long replied helplessly: "Okay, let's get started."
After saying that, the black Hanxing Sword and the blue-fronted Qinglian double blades were unsheathed at the same time. For a moment, there was a fierce internal confrontation on the field.
The two of them positioned each other's strength very accurately. Although Zhao Long just kept saying, "Yi Xifeng is not his opponent!" But this does not mean that the boy with two swords will underestimate his opponent.
Yi Xifeng was under greater pressure, after all, there was a gap in strength between the two. He is not yet at the peak of the realm of power, but the opponent's level of strength has already reached the peak of the realm of light.
"Water dragon roars, two breezes!"
Zhao Long did not use the frequently used Shattered Green Lotus, but directly used "Two Qingfeng". The huge whirlwind of broken light, carrying a powerful impact, went straight towards the fair boy.
Yi Xifeng saw that the opponent was about to use his big move, so he had to parry first, then swung the Hanxing Sword horizontally, and the smell of alcohol around him quickly rushed towards the Guizang Sword Sheath behind him.
"Eight Directions Sword Curtain!"
It is one of the two moves created by the fair boy based on the Jue Qi Yu Jin Jue. Although in principle, this move is very similar to the "Thousand Miles of River", in detail, the Thousand Miles of River flows from the large holes in the snowy mountains around the body to the sword blade. With the blessing of the blade itself, the sword shadow that emerges is sharper.
As for the Bafang Sword Screen, the internal energy is first gathered into the scabbard behind the back, making the sword shadow released more solid and thicker, making it more suitable for defending against enemy attacks.
