"If I face Zhang Suiguang, can I beat him?"
Mei Yuanchen looked at Zhang Suiguang not far away expressionlessly, but he had thousands of thoughts in his mind.
This man is destined to be his lifelong enemy, and there will be a life-and-death battle between the two.
"You are the evil thief who killed my parents and hundreds of people in the Salt Administration Bureau. If I don't kill you, I will be a son of a man in vain!"
Xu Xiaoyi, Xu Xiaoyu, Zhan Ming, and Yun Xiaomeng all had unsightly expressions on their faces. Although Zhang Suiguang's display just now was not all his strength, it had already shocked them.
The martial arts school has to continue. In the second game, Xu Xiaoyu versus Yan Qinhe, they are an old rival.
Xu and Yan are both sword sects, so the ranking of the two is naturally based on the swordsmanship that both of them are good at.
Holding swords in their hands, their aura became fierce, and they didn't look like two old men in their sixties or seventies.
Xu Xiaoyu held a four-foot green steel thin checkered sword in his hand, and Yan Qinhe held a four-foot-seven-inch thick bronze checkered sword. The two touched the sword tips, saluted each other, and each took three steps back.
Just when the spectators on the stage and off the stage felt that the two men were exaggerating in their courtesy and were getting a little sullen in their old age, several sounds of "Keng! Keng! Keng" rang out, and at a glance, they had already fought six times!
"Wow~~~Wow!" The campus with more than 200,000 people suddenly exploded!
Compared to Zhang Suiguang and Fa Xiang's fists, kicks, and internal strength, the buzzing sound caused by Xu and Yan's sword movements was obviously more shocking.
Making moves, receiving moves, and retreating are all a matter of lightning. Any mistake on both sides may put lives in danger.
From the audience's perspective, Xu and Yan were both in a martial arts school and fighting for life and death. This was the thrill that masters should have when fighting each other.
No one wants to face danger, but everyone wants to see thrilling scenes. They even wish that the people on the stage would fight to the death. This is the evil nature of human nature.
Yan Qinhe originally had no intention of getting involved in this matter, but after he learned that the Xu family was secretly mining iron ore in Luzhou and secretly summoned more than a thousand blacksmiths from various states, he could no longer stay out of it.
Iron weapons are the most dangerous in the world.
No matter which dynasty or generation, private mining of iron ore is a capital crime! Iron mines can be used to smelt iron, and iron can be used to forge weapons. If there are weapons, they can be used to station troops. Why wouldn't those who raise private soldiers be committing rebellion?
The Xu family cannot be said to be careless in doing things, but with such a big movement, the Yan family would naturally be able to find some clues if they were willing to investigate.
At this point, Yan Qinhe knew that the Xu family's rebellion was definitely not a whim, and that verbal persuasion would be counterproductive and force them to fight in danger. "The only way is to defeat him on the martial arts school field and keep the Xu family away from the position of leader," he said. In this way, it can at least buy some time for the court. Perhaps, with the court order in order and the administration of officials clear, the Xu family will not want to rebel..."
Neither of them hesitated, and after turning around, they turned around and charged towards each other with swords, leaving no room for mercy.
"Aren't the Xu family and the Yan family family friends? Why do they seem to be fighting life and death against their enemies?" Xu Jinye was stunned, swallowed his saliva and murmured.
... ...
More than 800 people were walking slowly on the outskirts of Juzhou City. Winter had arrived, and the cold wind was making the people and horses sleepy.
A horse stopped in front of the chariot and reported inwardly: "Your Majesty, there is a posthouse twenty miles ahead. Do you want to stay here?"
"How far is it from Juzhou Chengguan?" A clear voice came from inside.
The man on horseback, dressed in fur, saluted and replied: "I have asked Han Qianfu at the Tanzhou post, and it is about two hundred miles away."
Two hundred miles, that was their journey in the past day. It was already midnight, it was getting dark, and they were determined not to make it today.
"Then let's go to the post house and stay overnight." The man in the chariot said sternly, "Let Han Yunyi send someone ahead in a while and ask the generals from Juzhou to go to the post house to meet us. We are guests from afar, so it is not too much to ask for something. "
After the man on horseback listened, he said "yes" and went down to make arrangements.
Han Yunyi is the captain of the Tanzhou Post. He was originally a military commander guarding the border, but now he became the guard of the Xianmat Mission. However, the official ultimatum from General Chu Nan's Mansion clearly stated that the outposts and military camps in all prefectures and prefectures must be carried out in an expeditious manner, and they must not be shirked. If the special envoy is injured, the military generals in the jurisdiction will deal with it according to military law (*).
Regarding the special envoy's request, Han Yunyi dared not speak out in anger.
"How can I protect you with more than 600 people in our Tanzhou outpost? Putting aside the city defense soldiers and patrol soldiers, even if we send the yamen soldiers from Juzhou, there will still be more than 500 people. Huh, a thousand people to protect you, that's me The prince of Dahua would not dare to go beyond the rules like this. You are a prince of a small country, you are so grand!"
However, he only dared to say these words to himself in his heart. The Chunan General's Mansion has jurisdiction over six county outposts and resident general's offices in the southern border of Great China. How dare a fifth-grade commander of one of his outposts disobey orders.
Sitting in the chariot was the leader of the special mission, Xiao Pu, the eldest son of Prince Pingkang of Xianma Kingdom.
This trip was ordered to go north, which may determine the fate of the Xianma Kingdom. He shouldered the hopes of the Xiao family and would never dare to risk his life.
"We, Xianma, are a small country, and we have been trying to survive in the cracks for hundreds of years. But in recent years, the relationship between Jue and Dahua has become tense. There will definitely be a rare war between the two countries. This is possible for Xianma It may be a catastrophe, but it can also be a golden opportunity. If we advance and retreat appropriately, we may not be able to benefit from it, and we can gradually expand our territory." Xiao Pu closed his eyes and thought to himself.
Small and weak countries are always in danger of overthrowing. The Xiao family has always been cautious and cautious, walking on thin ice, fearing that if they make any mistakes, they will wake up and the army will crush the situation and the situation will be irreversible.
This time Xiao Cong took the initiative to seek change because he wanted to end this kind of troubled life and seek peace for the people of this country for a hundred years!
After hearing what his uncle said, Xiao Pu was deeply convinced and asked to be the envoy to Dahua this time.
From Jue's position, he would never watch Xian Ma fall to Dahua. Along the way, Xiao Pu was on guard against surprise attacks from Jue's people. After eleven days of being frightened, his nerves became even tighter.
"What should happen will happen sooner or later. If it didn't happen before, it will most likely happen in the near future!"
Born into such a family, he has developed a cautious temperament since he was a child. He will not gamble with his own safety or the safety of Xianma Kingdom.
... ...
No one could have imagined that the two old men would have such strong fighting power.
More than half an hour has passed, and the two have exchanged more than a thousand moves. The sound of swords clashing can be heard continuously, making the blood of the crowd in the audience rush.
After each collision, there was a powerful sword sound that echoed throughout the school grounds. People in the audience may not be able to see how the two people on the Sifang stage took action, but everyone could hear the sound clearly.
"Drink, what a powerful swordsmanship!" Jin Shenfeng sighed.
"Who says it's not the case!" He Zan responded with a smile, "Fortunately, He is self-aware, otherwise I might not be able to take on the two Hundred Moves."
The Southern Gang has grown in popularity in recent years through private sales of salt and grain, and is now second only to the Salt Gang. Since the death of his only son He Hengyue, He Zan has been practicing hard day and night. At this time, his martial arts has improved a lot. To say that he can't take on the two hundred moves is obviously a self-effacing statement. But it is not difficult to see from his words that his admiration for the two of them does not seem to be false.
"Brother Yan, you have already made 1,300 moves. You should know clearly that you can't win this round." Xu Xiaoyu lowered the tip of his sword a little and said to Yan Qinhe Dao sternly, "Why don't you admit defeat and we'll give it up." Xu Xiaoyu , Yan’s family are on good terms, I don’t want to hurt you.”
The two have known each other since they were teenagers and have been friends for nearly fifty years. In Xu Xiaoyu's opinion, there is really no need to fight to the death. The two of them knew each other well, and now that they had fought, he knew even more clearly that the other party was no match for him. But if he wants to defeat him, he must use his special skills. In this case, Yan Qinhe will be harmed. Yan Qinhe may be open-minded, but his people will inevitably drift away from the Xu family because of this. This is not the result Xu Xiaoyu wants.
Yan Qinhe didn't know it, but he had no way out. He placed a big word "loyalty" in his heart and could no longer let go of personal life and death.
"I can't win this battle, but I still have to hurt him. There are Brother Yi, the girl from Suxin Palace and a few Taoist priests from Zhenwu Temple behind me. It won't be that difficult to stop him."
Seeing him smiling and saying nothing, Xu Xiaoyu had already guessed what he was thinking, his face suddenly turned cold, he twisted the hilt of his sword, and instantly turned into a phantom and attacked him.
"Brother Yan, be careful!" Yi Qilin had already seen that this swordsmanship was unpredictable and seemed to have hidden moves, so he kept reminding him from the side.
Xu Xiaoyi was unhappy and sneered: "Boss Yi, you are a true gentleman watching the battle without saying a word, haha!"
He and Xu Xiaoyu were from the same sect. Naturally, they knew this move very well, and they couldn't help but secretly exclaim: "Brother is actually murderous!"
Sure enough, after a burst of sword sounds, the two of them suddenly stopped.
There was a sword on Yan Qinhe's right shoulder. It was Xu Xiaoyu's green steel sword. A gurgling stream of blood flowed along the sword's body and dripped on the ground.
"Father!"
"grandfather!"
