Zhao Qingsong saw that Bai Hanlu was still motionless after poking for a long time. He put more force on the long stick without saying a word. Bai Hanlu was unsteady when he poked him. He took a step back, then raised his hand towards Bai Hanlu and said seriously. Said: "This stick doesn't count! Maybe Brother Bai is not ready yet!"
Bai Han bared his teeth, reached out and touched the red neck, and said hurriedly: "Yes, yes, yes! This doesn't count! You stabbed me before I even set up the knife. Let's do it all over again! Do it again!" "
Bai Hanlu took a step forward. This time he was very careful and held the lancet in front of him at a 45-degree angle. He was ready to strike with lightning speed no matter how Zhao Qingsong struck him. Jump back one step at a speed that covers your ears!
Because Zhao Qingsong was still in the prison car, it was impossible to chase him and fight him. After he jumped back and took a step, the length of the long stick in Zhao Qingsong's hand could no longer reach him!
Since his long stick can't reach him, it doesn't matter how he swings his long stick!
As long as he dodges the first stick, he will be the one to attack with the sword next!
He has already decided in his heart that if you strike first, you will gain the upper hand, and if you strike later, you will suffer disaster!
Since Zhao Qingsong can't react to the speed of his stick, as a peerless master of the same level as Zhao Qingsong, Zhao Qingsong should also be unable to react to his sword!
Then Zhao Qingsong couldn't react when he used his sword. Whether his sword struck the prison car or entered the prison car, this was a loss and a win, so the two of them were tied first!
In the third game, I have to do my part and must attack first!
Since he had taken action first, Zhao Qingsong must still be unable to react.
Then if he takes action this time, it will be considered a great victory over Zhao Qingsong!
Since I have already defeated Zhao Qingsong, does it still matter if I win against Tongyou, who is not Zhao Qingsong's opponent at all?
It doesn't matter at all, he can just kill Tongyou's dog with one knife!
Only when Tongyou's dog's head was chopped off with a knife, and Tongyou's all kinds of humiliation, all kinds of contempt, and contempt for him, was this bad breath finally released!
Thinking of this series of good things, Bai Hanlu became more and more excited. He was on full alert, holding the lancet in both hands, waiting for Zhao Qingsong to use the stick!
As long as Zhao Qingsong uses this stick, he must be defeated!
Bai Hanlu's idea was quite good, but Zhao Qingsong suddenly hit him with a stick, but he couldn't help but be stunned!
Zhao Qingsong in the prison car seemed to have guessed what Bai Hanlu was thinking. His second stick was slightly delayed for a moment, and then he swung it out at a not too fast speed with a 'whoosh' sound!
His stick was very magical. Not only was it extremely slow, leaving enough time for Bai Hanlu to react, but the direction it hit was also very strange!
It actually struck straight at the blade of the lancet held by Bai Hanlu!
What Zhao Qingsong used was just a stick cut from an ordinary poplar branch.
In Bai Hanlu's hand was a rather sharp lancet.
When an ordinary wooden stick hits a sharp lancet, the result is self-evident!
Seeing the wooden stick hitting the blade, Bai Hanlu couldn't help but feel a little unable to react.
He was secretly surprised: "What does Zhao Qingsong mean? He thinks he is so skilled that he can break the lancet in my hand with a wooden stick? Isn't this learning to swim in a cesspit - looking for excrement (death)?"
Bai Hanlu's heart was pounding, and she thought: "No matter what, if the wooden stick in Zhao Qingsong's hand breaks, then his attack range will be greatly reduced! In this way, wouldn't I take advantage of it?"
These thoughts in his mind sounded like a long list, but in reality they just flashed through Bai Hanlu's mind. He made a decision in an instant!
Use a lancet to cut off the wooden stick that Zhao Qingsong hit!
Not only did Bai Hanlu not retreat this time, but she took a step forward and quickly struck the wooden stick with the lancet in her hand!
But after swiping the knife, something Bai Hanlu never expected happened!
As soon as the lancet in his hand moved, the wooden stick in Zhao Qingsong's hand suddenly turned in a small circle in mid-air very quickly, and was drawn towards his buttocks at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye!
There was only a loud "snap" sound in the field, and the wooden stick was slapped hard and fast on Bai Hanlu's defenseless and pitiful butt!
Bai Hanlu screamed, jumped up to a height of two feet, and fell hard to the ground. She also threw the lancet in her hand aside, covering her buttocks with both hands, rolling and rubbing crazily on the ground!
This stick is so damn painful!
Where is the stick?
This was obviously a red-hot iron rod pressed hard on his poor and helpless butt!
Bai Hanlu felt as if her buttocks had split open, and where her hands touched, a large amount of viscous liquid seemed to be gushing out!
He had received many beatings, but he had never received such an unexpected and heart-wrenching beating!
Zhao Qingsong hurriedly stood up holding the railing, and said with great concern and regret: "Oh! What's going on? Brother Bai was too careless! I just slapped the stick lightly, but why are there red flowers on my butt? ? It’s really...sigh...Brother Bai, you are too polite. You can obviously avoid it, but you deliberately use your butt to test my strength, right? In fact, I haven’t used my full strength yet! I just used 50% of my strength! Morning! Knowing that Brother Bai has such good intentions, I should use 120% of my strength!"
When Bai Hanlu heard this, her eyes darkened, and she almost died of anger on the spot!
Good guy! Are you deliberately testing your strength with your butt? Only used 50% of the force?
This 50% force has already slapped your butt so hard that you no longer recognize yourself. If you use 120% of your force, wouldn't your butt leave you on the spot?
Bai Hanlu had scolded the twenty-eighth generation of Zhao Qingsong's ancestors dozens of times in his heart, but he did not say a word. After all, it was a small matter, but face was important. People can die, but face must not be lost!
People who are extremely proud will be extremely concerned about face!
Even if you slap a swollen butt to make yourself fat, you have to make it!
How can a person be proud when he loses face?
Zhao Qingsong's stick used his master's secret "drilling" power!
The art of marksmanship, especially the art of spearing, is all about finding gaps and entering!
Because on the battlefield, the enemies faced by spearmen are often wearing heavy armor.
If the spear wants to pierce the enemy's body, it is unrealistic to push it in hard, it will not go in. If you push hard, you can't penetrate even if the spear head is broken!
At this time, you need this 'diamond' tactic!
In order to facilitate movement in heavy armor, soft armor or chains are often used to connect the joints and some connections!
Use the "Drill" technique in marksmanship to attack the weak parts of these heavy armors, and it will be very effective!
To practice spear skills, you must practice drilling strength!
Only by working hard can you achieve success!
Zhao Qingsong added drilling strength to this stick, so this stick is no longer a simple stick. The force of this stick can penetrate the muscles and even damage the periosteum and bones!
With such a destructive blow, you can imagine how painful it is!
It hurt right to my bones!
Bai Hanlu rolled on the ground in pain for a long time before barely holding back the pain. He gritted his teeth and stood up slowly. Seeing the lancet thrown away, he ran over and bent down to pick it up again!
This sticking of his butt affected the wound again, and he couldn't help but feel another heartbreaking pain!
Seeing him finally walking over slowly, Zhao Qingsong said with a caring look on his face: "Brother Bai, is there no problem? Really, why are you so polite? Shouldn't you have let me go? Alas... ...Why don’t we try again another day? Look at your butt..."
Bai Hanlu stood up straight, waved her hands, and said with an arrogant look: "Don't mention your butt! Your butt is fine! Your butt is very good! Don't say you only used 50% of your strength, you just used 120% of your strength. I also smiled slightly. , don’t take it seriously!”
As he spoke, he twitched the corners of his mouth and showed a smile that was uglier than crying.
Zhao Qingsong asked extremely worriedly: "Is everything really okay?"
"It's okay!"
"As long as it's okay, I'll try again with twelve successful powers!"
Upon hearing this, Bai Hanlu jumped back all the way and stammered: "You...you...what did you say?"
Zhao Qingsong suppressed his laughter and almost lost his breath. He said solemnly: "It's nothing. I said Brother Bai seems to be going all out this time. I must use 120% of my skills to deal with it!"
Bai Hanlu looked at Zhao Qingsong suspiciously. Seeing that he was serious and did not seem to be hypocritical, she nodded and said: "To be fair, you have already made the first move twice, this time I will take the lead." You have to be careful when you strike! If my knife hits your butt, your butt will fall off!"
