ask sword 2

Chapter 227 Martial Arts
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Pei Jing waved the Han sword and nodded slightly to show respect for her opponent.

The simple movements made the eyes of some girls in the audience focus subconsciously—I have to say that Pei Jing is really suitable for this kind of occasion, with a face like a crown jade, sword eyebrows and star eyes, and a detached temperament.
Even with the messy sweat on his forehead, he didn't look embarrassed at all, but added a touch of heroism.

"So handsome."

"Is he the Pei family Silang from Chang'an?"

"It's him. His father is Shangshu Pushe, and his mother is the legitimate daughter of the Wang family in Taiyuan. Regardless of his character, character, and talent, he is outstanding, and he is one of the best among his peers."

The girls in the audience discussed in low voices, "How can there be such a good-looking person in the world."

"Such an excellent person must have already engaged in a marriage contract? Alas, what a pity, why am I not from Chang'an?"

"Tell you no, our Majesty was going to give Pei Shiro a marriage at a family banquet a long time ago, but Shiro, who was only six or seven years old at that time, had already made up his mind to enter the school and serve the country. Said that he would not think about lifelong affairs until he graduated from the academy. Let His Majesty lament that a hero born in a young age is still a beautiful story in Chang'an."

"Is that so? Sure enough, a good person has been good since childhood. Then what kind of girl does he like?"

Girls from different countries whispered to each other,

The teenagers next to him smacked their lips in displeasure, and said sourly: "Although Pei Silang is excellent, he doesn't seem to be one of the best among his peers in the academy.

There were two more in front of him.

In terms of grades, isn't He Fanshuang, the number one student in the academy, higher than him?In terms of achievements, Li Ang and Li Risheng are even more incomparable. . "

Another teenager also said: "Yes, the soaps and soaps that people use today are all his creations. The reduction of malaria in summer and autumn is his credit. And the allicin and penicillin that are hard to buy now are also his inventions." from."

Looking at Pei Jing on the ring, the young teenagers involuntarily stand on the same front.

"What are you talking about? Li Ang and Pei Jing are completely incomparable?"

The girls immediately said angrily: "We just praised Pei Silang, and you pulled Li Ang out. It's so bitter."

"Yeah, it's so sour. Is it so difficult to admit that others are good?"

"Let's talk about the matter, don't step on it, okay, it's very low-end and unconfident."

The chattering of the crowd over there was a little louder, and Li Ang could hear it clearly, and the expression on his face immediately became weird.

Say what you say, don't get me involved.

Li Wei and Yang Yu snickered, and elbowed Li Ang's chest, "Risheng, it seems that you are so famous in other countries, can you sign us, write a calligraphy and painting or something?"

"roll roll roll."

Li Ang waved his hand, looked back at the stage, "It's started."

Pei Jing on the ring may have long been used to being talked about, her expression didn't change at all.
As for Ashinagaro, he stepped to the weapon rack, pulled out a Turkic scimitar from the rack, and took a small and light kite-shaped shield.

Seeing this, Pei Jing frowned slightly. The scimitar is actually more suitable for horse fighting - the curved blade of the scimitar can use the momentum of the horse to cut a longer distance, tearing the enemy's leather armor and flesh and blood.

But in the land combat environment, the disadvantage of the scimitar is highlighted-it is not long enough, and it often enters the enemy's attack range before cutting the opponent.

And in terms of stabbing, it is not as advantageous as a long sword.

"call"

Jia Luo, holding a scimitar shield, stood where he was, closed his eyes, and let out a long breath.

When she opened her eyes again, her aura suddenly changed, as sharp and unstoppable as a blade.

With Xue Che announcing the start of the match, Jia Luo slammed on the ground, his petite figure shot out like a sharp arrow, and the scimitar arced in the air, slashing straight at Pei Jing's neck.

It is true that the scimitar has an inherent length disadvantage in foot combat, so the first step is to shorten the distance.

thump—

Facing the scimitar that was swung rapidly, Pei Jing did not retreat but advanced. She raised the oval shield with her left hand, and while slapping forward, she held the Han sword in her right hand and slashed diagonally forward.

He was taller than Jia Luo, and it was expected that the opponent had to raise the shield as much as possible to block the trajectory of the sword.

There are two possibilities, the opponent is out of strength and cannot block the sword, Pei Jing wins directly,

Or if it is blocked, then Pei Jing will also use pedals or head hammers to exchange injuries for injuries and open the distance.

However.
A cold light flashed in Jia Luo's eyes, his wrist shook violently, and he turned the machete sharply, with the blade facing upwards, causing the blade to press down heavily, scraping the edge of Pei Jing's oval shield fiercely.

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Splashes of paint on the surface of the shield,
Since the inner handle of this shield is relatively loose, there is a relatively large holding space,
Under the heavy pressure, the upper half of the shield uncontrollably tilted slightly in Pei Jing's direction,

And this tilt just made the trajectory of the scimitar point at Pei Jing's neck again.

There were bursts of exclamations from the audience,
Because of the height gap between the two sides, Jia Luo's scimitar would definitely hit the sword earlier than Han's sword.

Before she had time to think, Pei Jing also deflected the Han sword, and the sword frame pushed forward, jamming the scimitar.

Most Han swords have relatively small grids, often used as decorations.

And this is a sword for actual combat, with a long and straight frame, which can protect one's hands from being cut, block the opponent's weapon, and on this basis, guide and even control the direction of the opponent's weapon.

tear-

At this moment, Pei Jing completely forgot that she was on the ring. He held the hilt of the sword and pushed the sword forward to press it.

Now must not retreat or withdraw the sword,
The blade of the scimitar has a curvature, once it is released from the control of the sword, the opponent can push the scimitar sideways, and use the bending of the blade to reduce the resistance and cut forward.

Stalemate, then, shield strike.

Pei Jing slapped the shield in her left hand forward. At this angle, the opponent had to back up, otherwise she would be hit in the ribs by the shield. At least, the weapon would be dropped, or at worst, the talisman would be directly activated, and the game would be lost.

However, Jia Luo never thought of retreating.

She raised her right arm abruptly, causing the scimitar to retreat a few inches from the height, and with a turn of her wrist, with Pei Jing's force of pushing the sword forward, she completely flipped the scimitar towards it.

At the same time, Jia Luo touched the ground with his toes, twisting his waist like an enchanting orchid performing a Hu Xuan dance, giving his arms enough strength,
The tip of the scimitar pierced Pei Jing's neck like a poisonous scorpion.

Zheng!
The sound of gold and iron interlacing sounded, and the red light of the talisman shone on the side of Pei Jing's neck.

He subconsciously took half a step forward, with a surprised look on his face.

"call"

Jia Luo let out a long breath, retracted his Hu Xuan posture, saluted Pei Jing, and said in the not-so-standard Chang'an official language: "Give up."

This life-and-death fight only took a few breaths of time, and the students with better eyesight and fighting skills could see that Jia Luo ended the match in one fell swoop by relying on unexpected killing moves.

And some students didn't even have time to see the movements clearly.

"Pei Silang lost?"

"how come?!"

"impossible."

There was a lot of noise in the audience. After being surprised for a short time, Pei Jing came back to her senses, nodded to Jia Luo and said, "I lost. Your scimitar is very powerful."

"Hey, it's my teacher who teaches well."

Jia Luo put away the scimitar with a smile, and waved to his elder brother and clansmen in the audience.

"Tsk,"

Li Wei smacked his lips, frowned, and said, "This scimitar moves so fast that I can't react at all. And this method is not quite like a serious Turkic guard martial art."

"How to say?"

Yang Yu asked curiously, "Is there any difference?"

"Well. The Turkic guards also use scimitars, but they are more coordinated with horses. They use dragging and cutting methods to kill the enemy with the help of horses charging and piercing through the enemy formation. And her scimitar moves just now are more like It’s designed specifically for solo combat.”

Li Wei thought about it, and said slowly: "Her teacher is very powerful."

"Is it."

Yang Yu's martial arts attainments are not very good, and he doesn't know and doesn't understand. He turned his head to look at Li Ang, and found that Li Ang also had a serious expression on his face, "Huh? Risheng, what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking,"

Li Ang narrowed his eyes and said, "If it was me on the stage, can I use the Han sword to block the knife just now?"

Yang Yu, who claimed to know Li Ang, was surprised, "You also know swords?"

"Know a thing or two."

Li Ang paused for a moment, and there was a wealth of human body mechanics data stored in the database in his mind.

Understand the physiological anatomy and theoretical physics of the human body, and know the structure, function and movement rules of the human body's movement organs.

leverage of the musculoskeletal system,

The direction and angle of joint movement,
muscle strength and energy,

Principles of the brain regulating the control of the musculoskeletal system.
These should also be regarded as martial arts... right?

(End of this chapter)