Swords were flying all over the sky, Qiu Fengqi's blue gown was in tatters, and small cuts were cut all over his body.
He waved the iron sword violently, and the flames on the sword ignited with blazing fire. The raindrops fell on the red sword, making a hissing sound and turning into white smoke.
Hong Shan hid on the edge of the ring, countless waves of heaven and earth vitality quietly and softly flowing out of his body.
Without even a trace of wind, layers of crystal-like brilliance gathered around his body, like forming countless mirrors, refracting the surrounding light.
At this moment, he seemed transparent.
Even the people watching in the audience would find it difficult to detect his presence without observing carefully.
Hong Shan narrowed his eyes and curled up into a smug sneer. He was waiting for the right moment to kill with one strike.
The way he looked at Qiu Fengqi was like a hunter looking at the struggling prey caught in a trap, calm and calm.
A ball of flame flew over and landed on the ground, causing a cloud of sparks to fly. Hong Shan frowned and quietly moved a little to the side.
A blazing wind blew, and his hand that was originally hanging by his waist suddenly tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword.
Hong Shan draws his sword quickly. He once practiced drawing his sword ten thousand times a day. His sword has long been integrated with his body. As long as his mind moves, the sword can be unsheathed at any time, and he can deal with everything with the most perfect posture.
However, today, Hong Shan's sword was only half pulled out. The red iron sword roared with terror and turned into a red light, cutting towards his wrist. The high temperature that was enough to melt everything had already burned Hong Shan's skin until he got close. pain.
Qiu Fengqi, who was still in the center of the ring, looked like a dancing phoenix in the flames. The next moment, he appeared in front of Hong Shan.
Qiu Feng raised his feet and scratched a line of fire on the ground. The sturdy shoes on his feet had long been worn out. As the iron sword flew out, the man arrived in front of Hong Shan like a ghost.
As a pure swordsman, it is extremely dangerous to be approached three feet in front of you.
Hong Shan understood this deeply, but the opponent's speed was too unbelievable. His face changed drastically, and his robe sleeves were floating like water waves. He drew his sword again while retreating, but he was horrified to find that his sword jaw was struck by a piece of water. Thin iron chains bound her tightly.
Qiu Fengqi followed him like a shadow. He slashed his iron sword toward Hong Shan's front door. When the opponent lowered his head to avoid it, he grabbed his wrist with his backhand. He raised the sword and cut off one of Hong Shan's arms.
This situation changed very quickly, and the crowd in the ring immediately burst into an uproar.
Amid the tsunami-like exclamations, Qiu Fengqi's expression changed drastically, and he secretly thought: "Not good."
The wrist he held was unusually stiff, completely unlike an ordinary person's.
Hong Shan's chest ripped open, an arm stretched out like lightning, and the silver light in his hand pierced Qiu Feng's heart.
The two of them were so close that Qiu Fengqi couldn't avoid them and moved his body two inches sideways.
With a "chi" sound, a small sword was inserted into his right chest, causing blood to flow profusely.
The small sword filled with the vitality of heaven and earth penetrated Qiu Fengqi's body. Half of his body was sore and numb, and he could no longer generate any strength.
Hong Shan calmly pulled out the sword in his hand, with a cunning smile on his face as if his plan had succeeded.
Looking at the long sword at his throat, Qiu Fengqi threw the severed arm on the ground, lowered his eyelids, and said angrily: "What a despicable method!"
"Those who achieve great things will use all possible means. I'm a little surprised that a mere prosthetic leg can deceive you!"
Hong Shan raised the corners of his lips, and his words were filled with pride.
"I lost!"
Qiu Fengqi grasped the hilt of the small sword inserted in his chest, gritted his teeth and pulled it out. Blood burst out like a fountain. He groaned and moved his fingers like the wind, sealing several acupuncture points on his chest to stop the blood from the wound. .
His face was a little pale due to excessive blood loss, his body staggered, and he slowly walked down the ring...
"In the first round, the drawing of lots, Longmen Academy - Hongshan wins!"
Delirium Taiming drawled his voice and announced the result of the game.
His voice was not loud, but it seemed to ring in everyone's ears, and the crowd in the audience was suddenly in an uproar.
Compared with the enthusiastic shouts and cheers of the common people, the students of Longmen Academy cheered and cheered, but the students of Zhixing Academy felt sad. Seeing Qiu Fengqi, who was dripping with blood, being helped off the stage, they couldn't help shaking their heads and sighing, and they sighed more. Sad and angry.
He An, Gu Qingzhou and others gathered around and looked at Qiu Fengqi's injuries with concern. Han Chanjuan and several female students also gathered around with medicine and bandages. Everyone was busy bandaging Qiu Fengqi's injuries. The audience It's a mess……
Fan Dazhi sat on the stool boredly. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he quietly took out two big buns from his arms, took a bite, and frowned slightly.
The buns were still warm in my arms, but the plain buns stuffed with chives and eggs were not as delicious as the sauced pork buns.
Fan Dazhi muttered in his heart, but he was not polite with his mouth. After a while, after two buns were eaten, he wiped the oil stains on his mouth with his sleeve and burped with satisfaction.
Looking around, and then looking up at the drizzling sky, Fan Dazhi felt that the ring competition was really boring. It was a pity that he couldn't go back to sleep in this weather!
Thinking of this, he felt that his eyelids were a little heavy, so he simply put his hands in his sleeves, placed them on his knees, buried his head in them, and fell into a heartless sleep.
At the Yingtian Gate, as the voice of Delirium Taiming came from far away, Emperor Chen coughed lightly, and the little eunuch standing beside him bowed his head and walked over. After a while, he brought a cup of tea.
The fragrance of tea overflowed, and Chen Di took a sip. There was no emotion on his stern face in the dense water vapor. He gently rubbed the tea cup with his palm, not knowing what he was thinking in his heart.
A group of ministers began to discuss quietly among themselves.
"Oh, Zhixingyuan was defeated!" Taiwei Tong Huan looked amazed.
"Isn't that right? He was actually defeated by Longmen Academy. Now it's time to see something!"
Cui Yingtai, who was offering wine at the Imperial Academy, said with a gloating smile.
"It's not better than before... I think back then, when the Imperial Master was here... haha..." Wang Daolun, the Sixth Minister, twisted his beard and chuckled.
"We've just lost one game, aren't there two more to come? It's not certain who will win!"
Qin Lie, the imperial censor, lifted up his official robe and crossed his legs.
"Ahem! We are just watching from the sidelines. Who wins or loses, what does it matter? They are all colleges of our Da Chen Empire!" Tongzhi Privy Councilor Jiang Chendong smiled and made peace.
"Hey...what do you know? When we martial arts practitioners fight hard, that...is...the spirit of fighting. This is...oh, forget it, even if I tell you, you don't understand."
Liu Daxia, the Zuojinwu guard, raised his eyebrows and shouted, shaking his gray head, as if he didn't bother to argue.
"You understand, you understand, your whole family understands!"
Qin Lie, the imperial censor sitting behind him, raised his middle finger to Liu Daxia's back and retorted.
"Hey...you piece of shit, are you looking for trouble again?"
Liu Daxia turned around and saw that he was furious. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to stand up and beat Qin Lie. Several colleagues on the side hurriedly stopped him.
Liu Daxia glanced at Emperor Chen in front of him, shook his sleeves with lingering anger, and glared at Qin Lie with an expression as if you were waiting for me.
Qin Lie raised his chin nonchalantly and pointed his nostrils at Liu Daxia.
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Amidst the commotion of the crowd, there was a slight crisp sound.
Cheng Ziya's eyes widened, and the armrest of the seat was pinched with his tiger palm to create a crack.
Wei Zhilin glanced at Emperor Chen's back, patted the back of Cheng Ziya's hand, and whispered: "Hongshan has realized the meaning of the Rain-Watching Sword. Besides, it rains today, which is more beneficial to him. And at the last moment, he actually knows how to do it." "Li Daitao's Stiff Technique" used a prosthetic arm to deceive Qiu Fengqi, but even if he won, it would not be a glorious victory."
As Wei Zhilin spoke, he glanced to the other side and saw Cui Taichu from Longmen Academy with a proud look on his face, whispering something to Xin Wuming.
"Dong dong dong..."
The naked and muscular soldier beat the drum with all his strength again. As the sound of the drum spread, the ministers who were talking in low voices suddenly became solemn.
"For the second competition between Longmen Academy and Zhixing Academy, both parties are invited to draw lots——"
The drumming stopped and Xiao Huangmen shouted at the top of his lungs.
The two eunuchs each held a blue and white porcelain vase and walked to Wei Zhilin and Cui Taichu as usual.
Wei Zhilin glanced inside the bottle and saw that there were only four red balls left in it. In this way, the disciples who had already participated in the competition could no longer appear.
Wei Zhilin pondered for a moment and was about to put his arm into the bottle.
Cui Taichu at the other end suddenly stood up and laughed, bowed to Emperor Chen's position, and said loudly: "Your Majesty, the bottles drawn by lot are all disciples of their respective academies. They are too familiar with each other. Why don't the two families exchange it? To add some fun?"
Emperor Chen put the tea cup in his hand on the tray of the little eunuch in front of him and said happily: "This is exactly what I want, it's done!"
Wei Zhilin's eyes flashed, his heart was spinning, he tapped the bottle twice with his fingers, stood up and said with a smile: "Dean Cui's proposal is wonderful, your majesty made a wise decision, Zhixingyuan dares to disobey!"
Cui Taichu had a smile on his face and hurriedly stretched out his hands: "In that case, let's exchange it for each other!"
Hearing this, the two young eunuchs each held the treasure vase and walked towards the other side's position.
Cui Taichu smiled brightly. He glanced at the positions of "Fan", "Feng", "He" and "Gu" in the bottle, where the four surnames were written. He put his arm into the bottle and grabbed it. The smile on his face suddenly froze. live.
He grabbed the ball with the word "Gu", but it turned into powder in an instant. Feeling the coldness flowing between his fingers, he grabbed the ball with the word "Feng" again, and it also turned into powder.
"This old fox actually saw through my mind!"
Cui Taichu glanced at Wei Zhilin, cursed in his heart, and grabbed the ball with the word "Fan" again. As expected, it shattered in his hand. He had no choice but to take out the last ball and hand it to the little eunuch next to him. .
If he reported cheating to Emperor Chen, it was originally his suggestion, which would inevitably seem self-defeating. Moreover, Cui Taichu believed that the other party had a hundred ways to deal with it.
Wei Zhilin has also made his choice, and the young eunuch passed the drawing of lots by both parties, and was finally handed over to the governor-general Zuo Jinwuwei Liu Daxia.
The old general took out the note in the ball, looked at it carefully for a long time, and announced in a loud voice: "The second competition, OK...right...huh?"
He coughed lightly, turned around and asked Wang Daolun, the Sixth Secretary of the Ministry of Finance: "Hey...Old Wang, what do these three characters mean?"
All the ministers burst into laughter. Wang Daolun held back his laughter, glanced at the note in his hand and said: "Li Feixing!"
Liu Daxia perked up, tightened his belt, and announced loudly: "In the second match, it will be safe... against Li Feixing!"
