Gongsun Yao was startled, and then he realized what the goatee uncle had just said. If this uncle suddenly fired an arrow during the thrust, he would still be hit by the arrow no matter how fast he reacted.
Although the small crossbow arrow device installed on the sharp fork is not as strong as ordinary crossbow arrows, if the arrow is suddenly hit during a battle, the chance of the opponent's chest and lung being pierced by the next move is greatly increased.
When the short arrow that shot into the sky fell, the busker jumped up again and said coldly: "Arrogant boy, draw your sword for me!"
"Senior..." No matter how upright and stupid Gongsun Yao was, he could still tell that the artist uncle was angry because he didn't draw his sword to fight, as if he looked down on his opponent.
Gongsun Yao quickly shook his hands, threw off the scabbard of his sword, and first made a few false attacks, then explained: "I'm not here to fight with others. I just want to meet the Sword King. If I offend you, please forgive me."
"I'm very petty. If you offend me, I will never forgive you. I won't be willing to do it until I chop off your hands and feet!" The busker laughed loudly, and his attack became even fiercer.
"How...how can this be so!" Gongsun Yao was stunned. He was unwilling to attack with all his strength, so most of his moves were defensive moves. He saw that the pair of sharp forks of the busker could shoot arrows. As long as the sharp forks were facing him, he quickly dodge sideways. This He couldn't help but get confused and retreated continuously.
"Okay! I won't fire arrows, but you can come and attack." Seeing Gongsun Yao rolling down in embarrassment, the busking uncle laughed, raised his hands high, and said proudly, but the next moment, Gongsun Yao, who was rolling on the ground, unexpectedly It went under his waist and abdomen, and the green iron sword went straight up, pointing at his chin.
Gongsun Yao made a muffled sound, curled up and fell to the ground, rolling in an exaggerated circle.
The busking uncle stood stiff in shock. When he was in a hurry, he leaned back and hit Gongsun Yao on the back with his sharp fork.
But Gongsun Yao's long sword suddenly stopped an inch away from the chin of the busker. The sharp fork that the busker dropped couldn't stop its momentum and hit Gongsun Yao hard on the back. The sharp fork was a triangular steel branch and was made of steel. The blade was originally capable of chopping and chopping meat, but when Gongsun Yao felt the sharp fork slashing towards him, he instinctively curled up and fell down, only suffering some flesh wounds on his back.
The busking uncle was still stunned, looking at Gongsun Yao who stood up from the ground, thinking that if his sword stabbed straight through, his chin would be pierced, and if he failed to break away from the sharp fork in a hurry. , then he has killed a person for no reason at this time.
In any case, the young man in front of him was more skilled. The busker then bowed deeply to Gongsun Yao and said: "Little brother, I can't tell you are so good at skills. I'm not very good at it. I can't take back my shot and I'll get injured." I'm so sorry for killing you."
Gongsun Yao hurriedly wanted to return the gift, but then he heard a new and unfamiliar voice on the side, saying: "My swordsmanship is acceptable, and my skill is excellent."
Before Gongsun Yao could tell where the sound came from, he saw a figure running towards him and a long sword piercing his chest.
The sword was too fast, and Gongsun could not avoid it, so he had to draw the sword to counterattack and stab the figure in the arm.
But the enemy who rushed towards him changed his moves very quickly. He drew and released his long sword to avoid Gongsun Yao's counterattack, but the tip of the sword was still close to Gongsun Yao's neck.
Both of them stopped moving. The man's sword was pointed at Gongsun Yao's neck, while Gongsun Yao's sword was pressed against the outside of the man's arm.
"Sword King..." When Gongsun Yao saw that the opponent in front of him was an old man in gray, who also had superb swordsmanship, he knew he must be the Sword King. He quickly took a step back, knelt down on one knee, cupped his hands and said, "Old senior, I am Friends of Wei Jing, if you offend me, please punish me."
"You want me to punish you? Well, let's get up and fight again." Yang Qiufei raised his sword, forced Gongsun Yao to his feet, and used his sword repeatedly to force him to fight back.
Gongsun Yao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but since it was the Sword King's request, he had no choice but to obey and fight back with his sword, but he was still mostly on the defensive.
"Hmph, it turns out that the swordsmanship is passed down to the Gongsun family. Are you Gongsun Yao?" Yang Qiufei saw the young man's swordsmanship and the tone of his voice. He immediately knew that this was the Gongsun Yao that Wei Jing often mentioned to him. He cheered up. Sword, he said loudly: "So the descendants of the Gongsun family don't take the Sword King seriously? How much courtesy do you need to have to fight with me?"
"No...it's not like that..." Gongsun Yao explained repeatedly, quickening his pace, circling left and right around Yang Qiufei, waiting for the opportunity to draw his sword.
But Yang Qiufei's sword power was leisurely and carefree. When Gongsun Yao's quick sword struck, it would deflect Gongsun Yao's long sword, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly.
Gongsun Yaoji struck dozens of swords, but at first he didn't dare to attack with all his strength. Gradually, he realized that even if he attacked with all his strength, he couldn't break into Yang Qiufei's defense. Yang Qiufei said coldly: "With your current level, With his skills, he can compete with the deputy hall masters of Wushuang Hall, but if he encounters those strangers from Shenwu Hall, he will still be defeated."
Gongsun Yao was sweating profusely. Hearing what Yang Qiufei said, he felt awe-inspiring in his heart and felt sad again. He suddenly changed his moves and opened and closed his offensive. It was no longer the sword skills passed down from his family before, but more like sword skills. .
"Is this how this thin sword is used?" Yang Qiufei saw Gongsun Yao start to fight randomly. He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly struck Gongsun Yao's wrist with his sword, trying to knock him off with his long sword.
However, Gongsun Yao spun around, made several turns in the air, and bounced back. The long sword did not let go, but charged forward again.
"What kind of kungfu is this?" Yang Qiufei was startled, and struck Gongsun Yao's thigh with his sword again, but before the sword penetrated, Gongsun Yao fell to his knees, but he jumped up again, the sword was fast and straight. Stab Yang Qiufei in the face.
At this time, Gongsun Yao had already regarded Yang Qiufei as Qingyan'er and Fujita Kasheng, the top masters of Qian Shenwu Hall. He stabbed extremely violently.
Yang Qiufei's head tilted slightly, and at the critical moment, Gongsun Yao's sword pierced his face, while Yang Qiufei's sword was pressed against Gongsun Yao's chest.
"Ah!" Gongsun Yao was stunned, took back his sword, threw himself to the ground, and apologized sincerely: "I... I was only thinking about how to defeat the master of Shenwu Hall... I didn't have the right shot... I almost accidentally injured the old man. ...You...don't be offended!"
"What a joke, how can you hurt me?" Although Yang Qiufei said this, he was silent for a while and said: "You are more powerful than Wei Jing. Wei Jing can't put the sword on my shoulder. Get up and fight again." .”
"Eh! You still want to fight?" Gongsun Yao asked in confusion. Yang Qiufei's long sword came at him again and hit his vitals.
Gongsun Yao rolled a few times, his eyes flashed, and his wrist hurt, causing Yang Qiufei's sword to hit the back of his hand, but he still did not let go, but rolled over, still holding the sword tightly, and the back of his hand There was only one blood spot and the injury was not deep.
"Who did you learn this rolling skill from? It's so interesting!" Yang Qiufei chuckled and struck with his long sword in succession. Each sword hit the back of Gongsun Yao's hand lightly, tapping seven or eight times on the back of his hand. He kept rolling and falling down in an exaggerated and embarrassing manner, his right hand was dripping with blood, and he was still holding the green iron sword in his hand tightly.
Yang Qiufei put the long sword into the sheath on his waist, and Gongsun Yao also put down the sword, thinking that the beating was enough. Unexpectedly, Yang Qiufei's figure had already come to his side, and he grabbed Gongsun Yao's wrist with one claw. Gongsun Yao turned around and pulled out his hand, but his wrist was already tightly held by Yang Qiufei, unable to shake it off. The ground suddenly spun around, and his head and feet were thrown heavily to the ground.
Yang Qiufei flicked his hand, pulled Gongsun Yao up again, and punched Gongsun Yao on the shoulder. The moment he was hit, Gongsun Yao rolled over in an exaggerated way, but his wrist was caught by Yang Qiufei, and the roll was difficult. It cannot be turned completely and the force cannot be relieved.
"I see, this is the result of being beaten..." Yang Qiufei suddenly realized, looking at Gongsun Yao's twisted and deformed knuckles and injured and deformed ears. Yang Qiufei let go of his hand, turned to Mr. Pork and said, "Make some pots of good tea." After Yang Qiufei finished speaking, he looked at Gongsun Yao who was bending over and said, "Come in with me."
"Yes, senior." Gongsun Yao felt relieved, but also a little scared. He was afraid that Yang Qiufei would suddenly turn around and hit him again, so he had to follow slowly and keep a distance away from Yang Qiufei.
