"Can I... use a concealed weapon?"
Fan Dazhi looked at Cui Zhixia and his tone was sincere.
Cui Zhixia laughed dumbly and replied coldly: "There are no restrictions on the rules of the competition, of course you can use them!"
Fan Dazhi smiled with a smile on his face and put his hand into his arms.
Cui Zhixia secretly concentrated on guarding, and saw Fan Dazhi take out a cloth bag from his arms. There was a jingling sound inside. When he opened it, it turned out to be iron caltrops, horse nails and other things. He didn't know how this guy hid it. In arms.
Fan Dazhi grabbed a handful of caltrops and threw them towards Cui Zhixia like feeding rice to chickens.
The jaws of everyone watching in the audience were almost dropped. They thought Fan Dazhi was going to scatter flowers or something like this, but unexpectedly, he just scattered flowers like this casually. Some people in Longmen Academy couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Cui Zhixia turned sideways to avoid it, and Fan Dazhi threw out another handful. In a blink of an eye, the ground was covered with caltrops and horse nails.
Cui Zhixia looked on with cold eyes. Although these hidden weapons were sharp, they did not seem to be quenched, but even so, he did not dare to be careless. The sword wind swept across, his feet stopped, and a powerful air flow surged out of his body.
It was as if a strong wind was blowing through, and the hidden weapons everywhere were swept into corners like garbage.
Fan Dazhi didn't take it seriously, stuffed the empty cloth bag into his arms, took out a few broad beans, threw them into his mouth, and chewed them loudly.
A cold light suddenly appeared and brushed past Fan Dazhi's ears.
Cui Zhixia stepped forward and struck several swords one after another, forcing Fan Dazhi to panic.
"Wait...ah...stop!"
After dodging several intertwining sword lights, Fan Dazhi jumped back and stretched out his fat hand to make a pause gesture.
"What do you want?"
Cui Zhixia frowned and stopped angrily.
Fan Dazhi lifted up his robe, stretched out his trousers, and opened his belt...
Relaxed.
"The steamed buns I had in the morning were stuffed with chives and eggs. I was a little stuffed!"
After he finished all this, he smiled sheepishly at Cui Zhixia: "Have you eaten in the morning?"
Cui Zhixia couldn't help feeling queasy when she saw the fat man smiling brightly with a leek leaf stuck to his teeth.
He stabbed out with his sword fiercely. The long sword flashed with a faint light and made a heart-stopping scream.
Cui Zhixia's sword was fast and ruthless. Driven by the true energy, the sword energy moved vertically and horizontally, leaving sword marks on the flat ground. Fan Dazhi twisted his body to avoid the fatal sword strike on his chest, but a cut was made on the hem of his robe. Kouzi.
Cui Zhixia Qingzhi screamed, and the force of the sword became more fierce, sweeping like a violent storm. The cold light hit Fan Dazhi, who was surrounded by danger. He dodged the sword light that pierced his throat with some embarrassment, turned around and ran away.
Everyone in the audience was stunned when they saw Fan Dazhi, a fat man, running with his fat body trembling, running all over the place at a speed that was extremely inconsistent with his fat body.
Cui Zhixia's narrow eyes slightly narrowed, looking at Fan Dazhi's back full of mockery. The true energy in his Dantian slowly flowed out from his hand, flowing through the sword body as white as silver in his hand, and a straight black line suddenly appeared on the sword's spine. Thread, like a carpenter flicking on it with an ink fountain.
He concentrated his energy and struck out a sword into the air between him and Fan Dazhi.
The white sword shadow slashed through the air, but a black sword energy stayed in the air, motionless.
In the cold air, a black line suddenly appeared.
Seeing this scene, Feng Shaotang in the audience suddenly became short of breath and looked slightly stern.
This is obviously a line.
"Sword Talisman Way?"
Cheng Ziya, who was watching from a distance, exclaimed in a low voice, and the pliable willow branch in his hand was broken by his mistake.
Wei Zhilin said with emotion: "That's right! Use sword energy to draw a talisman. Each sword energy is a talisman line, and eventually forms a complete talisman. It can attract more heaven and earth energy and release powerful power. Unexpectedly... this Cui family This disciple is actually able to display such amazing swordsmanship."
The Sword Talisman Way is an extremely rare and powerful method. Ordinary Talisman Masters are very rare in the Dachen Empire, let alone the Sword Talisman Way who practices both swords and talismans.
Drawing talisman with sword energy, and drawing it in the empty air, is a hundred times more difficult than using a pen to draw on talisman paper, and there must be no deviation at all, otherwise it will not resonate with the vitality of heaven and earth at all. Compared with ordinary gods, Talisman master, the sword and Talisman path is even more terrifying.
Many people know that Cui Zhixia is a leader among the younger generation of the Cui family and a practitioner with excellent qualifications. However, no one thought that he could actually perform the Sword Talisman Way!
The students from Longmen Academy who were watching were all excited, staring nervously at the ring, with joy and anticipation on their faces.
Cui Zhixia's face was slightly mocking, but his eyes were extremely focused. He struck out with his sword again, and an ink-colored rune appeared in the air in front of him, blocking Fan Dazhi's path.
Only then did Fan Dazhi stop running.
His right sleeve was in tatters, and there were even several bloodstains on the back of his hand. However, what puzzled all the onlookers was that there was still no fear on his face at this moment, but instead he was smiling heartlessly and talking to him. Cui Zhixia greeted: "Hey, what kind of swordsmanship are you doing? It's quite fun!"
A black rune in the air began to emit terrifying energy, streaking toward Fan Dazhi like lightning.
Impartially, he hit Fan Dazhi hard on the chest.
It was like a thin stick hitting thick cowhide, making a dull sound.
The students from Zhixing Academy who were watching in the audience exclaimed in unison, while the students from Longmen Academy cheered.
What no one could see was that the skin under the clothes on Fan Dazhi's chest had a strange halo, and several lines of shining golden runes appeared faintly, blocking the violent energy of the black runes like protective scales.
Fan Dazhi bent down and covered his chest, slowly straightened up, frowned at Cui Zhixia and said, "This black thing is really powerful!"
Cui Zhixia saw that the sword energy struck Fan Dazhi, but the opponent was unharmed. Even the terrifying energy contained in the black runes dissipated invisible, and a strong sense of disbelief filled his brain.
How difficult it is to cultivate both sword and talisman by yourself, and how powerful it is!
He started drawing talismans at the age of three, and started practicing swordsmanship at the age of six. He merged talismans and swordsmanship at the age of seventeen, and it was not until two years ago that he achieved some success. In the past two years, he only used swordsmanship twice, and he had seen his swordsmanship. All those who practiced dual cultivation died under his sword.
However, the fat little black man in front of him, who was about the same age as himself, actually broke two of his talisman lines with his body, so that he could not even complete a complete sword talisman.
The audience in the audience also found it incredible and exclaimed in admiration. The students of Zhixingyuan were surprised and cheered.
Cui Zhixia quickly calmed down. He looked at Fan Dazhi seriously. Gradually, more sarcasm filled the corners of his mouth.
"Nowadays, very few people practice stupid foreign techniques such as Golden Bell Cover and Iron Cloth Shirt. This fat man must be practicing more advanced body-protecting techniques. However, no matter how powerful the foreign techniques are, There is also a cover door.”
Thinking of this, Cui Zhixia moved. Unexpectedly, just as he moved, Fan Dazhi took a few steps back and shouted: "Wait a minute!"
Cui Zhixia's face hardened, and she clenched the hilt of the sword. Fan Dazhi raised his buttocks, pressed his knees against each other and clamped his thighs. He rubbed his belly with one hand and covered his buttocks with the other, looking like he could no longer hold back and was anxious to show off.
Cui Zhixia turned her head in disgust and looked at the audience.
At this moment, the sound of farts sounded leisurely.
A big and loud fart, the sound of the fart was full of twists and turns.
The sound starts out melodious like a Qiang flute, then sounds like a suona whimpering, and finally sounds like curls of silk and bamboo, lingering around the ears.
Everyone in the audience burst into laughter.
Fan Dazhi lowered his head in embarrassment, as if he wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
Cui Zhixia couldn't bear it anymore and stepped forward to strike with another sword.
Suddenly, the air seemed to become a little strange. Cui Zhixia's pupils shrank sharply. Three fireballs appeared above his head without any warning, crashing down like falling meteors. The scalding heat made him secretly frightened, and he hurriedly flew to dodge.
Cui Zhixia took two steps back to avoid the fireball. Suddenly, there was a heart-piercing pain under his feet. The huge pain made him couldn't help but scream: "Ah——"
As soon as Cui Zhixia opened his mouth and uttered a short syllable, his eyes blurred, and a fist suddenly reached his face. His heart trembled, and the fist turned into a palm and covered his mouth.
A strong stench with the smell of leeks poured into his mouth and went straight to the Tianling Cap. Cui Zhixia was almost fainted from the smoke.
He waved several sword flowers angrily, and Fan Dazhi retreated.
"How's it going? Doesn't my fart taste good?"
Fan Dazhi puffed up his cheeks, blew the aftertaste on his palms, and said to Cui Zhixia with a smile on his face.
"Pooh!"
Cui Zhixia Jun's face was livid, he spat, and strangled his throat. The stench made him want to gag.
"Hey, you eat farts and spit out cores?"
Fan Dazhi looked surprised and said with a playful smile.
The audience in the audience roared with laughter. Zhuge Guagua laughed and held his stomach, almost rolling on the ground with excitement.
Several female students covered their faces and laughed so hard that some even burst into tears.
Even the students from Longmen Academy could not help laughing.
Cui Zhixia's face became a little distorted because of the pain. He raised his bloody foot and inserted a horse-repelling nail under his foot.
This kind of horse-repelling nail is made up of three sharp edges connected to form a triangular edge. When thrown on the ground, there is always one sharp edge pointing upward to block charging horses.
The sole of Cui Zhixia's boot was pierced by a horse-rejecting nail, which pierced the sole of his foot. He gritted his teeth and pulled out the nail with force, and blood suddenly spurted out.
The hidden weapons in the arena had already been swept away to the corner by strength. Cui Zhixia was a little confused as to why this horse-rejecting nail appeared inexplicably at his feet.
He threw away the bloody nails, turned pale, and took a few deep breaths. Feeling the stench still lingering in his mouth, he felt the overwhelming anger in his heart: "This Fan Dazhi must die!"
A majestic and majestic aura flowed out of Cui Zhixia's body. His person turned into an afterimage, his feet wiped a line of blood on the ground, and he pounced on Fan Dazhi like an eagle.
