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Chapter 692 The First Battle of the Rookies ([-])

With a crisp sound of 'Ding Dong~', Yu Hanfeng pulled out the saber from his waist, and threw it on the ground in front of Yun Qing, which was full of blood and messy with snow traces due to repeated trampling on the stone slab.

Also in a relaxed tone, he said lightly in his mouth:

"Xiao Daoist, didn't you say you know the sword skills passed down from your ancestors? Now is the time for you to show it.

However, that kind of 'Longquan Sword' that you got your hands on will not be able to be found for you in a while; but my 'Eight-faced Han Sword' is also a sword, so it should not affect your use. "

After speaking, he began to gesture with his eyes.

Under such a gesture of eyes, although Yun Qing instinctively picked up the Eight-Faced Han Sword on the ground, but in his heart, he greeted Hu Biao and others over and over again.

Because at this moment, the battle in Kucha City has basically come to an end.

In addition to the corpses all over the ground, and a large number of blazing houses, the opponents who could stand seemed to be only the six Tubo warriors who were surrounded by them in front of them, fighting desperately.

There is no doubt that the above six people were deliberately reserved by Hu Biao and others as opponents for practicing actual combat.

Don't say it!These six Tubo fighters were obviously selected, and they were relatively weak.

The weapons in question are only simple spears and swords, and he doesn't even have a piece of leather armor on his body, and his body is even thinner.

In terms of age, the old and the young are not the age to play.

There are even two of them that seem to have a faint circle of fluff on the corners of their mouths; if they are placed in the modern plane, they should still be in high school, right?

But even so, these people, Yun Qing, did not dare to underestimate them at all.

They should be leaning on each other after realizing that tonight, even if they surrender, they are doomed. The eyes of everyone looking at this side are extremely fierce, like wild beasts from strangers.

Thinking of killing such a high school student soon, or being killed by such a high school student.

For a moment, Yun Qing completely forgot the Taoist state of mind of "quietness and few desires".

Cursing crazily in his heart, he got him here to think about the system. He just couldn't sleep at night and swiped his phone, and looked at those young or familiar "good women", that is, the female benefactors in the mouth of the masters .

Some twisting and twisting videos, the Taoist heart has a little fluctuation.

Wrong, he must be wrong, but as for punishing him like this?

He also cursed the Tubo people, Hu people in front of him, even Hu Biao, who was dead on the street, and the veteran of the team, in short, he cursed everything.

Just such a curse, without the slightest effect.

Hu Biao looked at the six Tubo warriors, first with the eyes of looking at the dead, and then looked around.

Then he said something coldly in his mouth:
"I'll give you a chance to survive, as long as one person faces an opponent; no matter who kills his opponent, I will give him a horse and a bag of food, and let him go away.

Of course, you don't have to believe it, try to see if you can beat me together. "

Hu Biao's voice fell behind, and Lang Qing recounted the above words in a string of words that should be from the modern plane Uzang.

There should be little difference between the language of Uzang, the modern plane, and the Tubo language of more than 1000 years ago.

After hearing Lang Qing's translation, the six Tubo fighters couldn't help but looked at each other, and their eyes became more and more fierce.

They respectively clenched the swords in their hands, took seven or eight steps forward, and waited until their opponents came up to fight.

Facing such a situation, when Yun Qing was very hesitant, wondering whether he should step forward, someone moved beside him.

It was a little boy with a shield in his left hand and a Tang Hengdao in his right.

After letting out a roar that seemed to squeeze out all his strength, he rushed out first to an old Tubo man with some white hair and a spear in his hand.

Even during this process, Yun Qing could clearly see that his calf was shaking violently, but there was no hesitation in the steps he rushed forward.

Such a move by the little boy immediately triggered a chain reaction among the rookies.

Because the next second, after Xiong Da cursed, "My surname is Hu, I wish you a son, it's okay", and held a spear that should have been picked up in his hand.

Completely posing in the modern plane, holding a bayonet rifle and preparing to stab, he also found a target and rushed up.

Almost at the same time, the girl of God of Wealth who was wielding a samurai sword also rushed out waving a samurai sword.

The back and steps of that one rushing out are so firm, if there is no such sentence in his mouth, "cousin must take good care of her".

Then the image of this girl is perfect.

It was also seeing that even the God of Wealth, such a little sweet girl, rushed up, and Yun Qing couldn't stand anymore.

With mixed emotions of grief and indignation, he even uttered a vulgar remark of "Hu Biao, I XX you oo"; he also rushed towards a Tubo warrior who was a high school student, holding the Eight-faced Han sword in his hand. go up.

I don't know that people will feel that everything around them will slow down when they are in a life-and-death struggle for the first time.

Anyway, from this moment on, apart from the young Tubo man holding a knife in front of him, Yun Qing has no eyes for anyone else, and he can't tolerate anyone else...

When there is still a distance of ten meters away from the opponent.

Yun Qing bent her ring finger and little finger, pressed her thumb on the nail of the second finger, and stretched her index finger and middle finger together; it can be regarded as a kind of family sword technique with one hand holding the sword and the other hand holding the sword formula. starting gesture.

This set of "cloud style 36 swords", although he can't say that he practices as hard as chickens dancing every day.

But since he was 12 years old, it was also a long time to practice alone, and every move in it can be said to be familiar by heart.

Therefore, when he was five or six meters away from the target, the Eight-faced Han sword in his hand danced a beautiful sword flower, and stabbed at the opponent with a sword.

All of the above are movements that Yun Qing made instinctively after years of swordsmanship practice.

It can be regarded as a more suitable move in the family's swordsmanship: the immortal guides the way, and the speed is actually quite good.

So when stabbing this sword, Yun Qing felt a faint sigh of relief, with a kind of self-confidence that his buddies have practiced before and are not weak.

It's just that this sword was originally aimed at the Tubo boy's face.

But after seeing such a young face, the young Daoist felt inexplicably soft, and changed the direction of the eight-faced Han sword in his hand to the opponent's right shoulder holding the long knife.

It was actually a plan to defeat and subdue the opponent, not to kill him.

But in the next second, such a ridiculous thought made Yun Qing even regret it.

Because that young Tubo boy didn't follow the routine at all; he didn't slash at him after hastily moving away from the stabbing sword in his hand as he expected.

Then between the two parties, you come and go and fight together.

In the end, after losing a move, the Tubo boy had to throw down the long knife in his hand and admit defeat to himself.

In fact, the boy couldn't even look at the sword stabbing at him, let alone get out of the way and dodge; as if planning to die together, he swung the long knife in his hand and slashed at Yun Qing's face .

What's more terrible is that the Tibetan boy's knife looks extremely ugly, but it is direct and extremely fast.

There are even some stances where the latecomers come first, and they want to hit him first.

With such a move, the two of them will have to decide between life and death, and he will definitely die, but the opponent is only under the crisis of shoulder injury.

The consciousness in Yun Qing's head reacted, and he knew that he had to dodge quickly; but in such a short time, his body was a little out of control, and it was too late to react in time.

It's impossible to just tilt the head and let it hit the shoulder.

I can only look at the sharp knife, which is getting closer and closer in front of my eyes...

******
Fortunately, Yun Qing, the young Taoist priest, did not die.

That's because when the sharp blade in the Tibetan boy's hand was less than a dozen centimeters away from his face, Chen Tang, who had been sweeping aside, made a move.

To be more precise, although Chen Tang was in charge of sweeping the formation for Yun Qing.

When Yun Qing made a move, he actually wanted to hold a sword formula and dance a sword flower, and he felt a severe toothache.

What the hell!Does this priest think he is making a movie?

Those moves are good-looking, but if you play so much in actual combat, don't you worry that you have to die fast enough.

On the contrary, after Yun Qing stabbed out with a sword, he silently praised the speed of that sword; for ordinary people, the speed of this sword is not bad.

In the end, the idea of ​​appreciating it was the thought of it, and Chen Tang wished he could take it back.

Why?Obviously, he could stab the opponent with a sword, kill the opponent after stabbing the opponent's face, but with a flick of the wrist, he changed the target and replaced it with the opponent's shoulder.

This kind of behavior even made Chen Tang, who was not a very experienced veteran who participated in the mission for the third time, almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

However, depressed in his heart, Chen Tang did not forget his responsibility to take care of this rookie.

Seeing something bad, he threw a throwing knife in time.

When the flying knife and the long knife in the Tubo boy's hand collided, a wave of internal force contained on it directly hit the long knife and let it go.

Then, the young Tubo boy who opened the Buddhist door had a deep wound stabbed by Yun Qing on his right shoulder.

It seems that Yun Qing, the young Taoist priest, escaped a fatal crisis.

It is a pity that Chen Tang can kill this target cleanly as long as he makes up a throwing knife.

But a throwing knife was on his gloved fingertips, like an obedient fish, constantly moving around, but he just didn't have any intention of continuing to call out a flying knife to completely resolve the battle.

The fact is also the same. Regarding the current process of a rookie's first battle, the team has long had a tacit understanding:
As long as no one is dead or disabled, everything else is fine, no matter how badly or embarrassingly beaten, or even kicked out, everything is the same.

In fact, such a principle of the team, although it sounds a little cruel, but it also has quite a reason.

It's just that if this happens, Yun Qing's situation will get better soon, and it will become extremely bad again.

Because the Tubo boy let out a loud scream after being hit by the sword in his right shoulder; but while screaming, he still kept advancing instead of retreating.

Like a bull with red eyes, the head wearing a leather helmet crashed straight into Yun Qing's arms.

At the moment of being hit, Dao Chang, who was 183 centimeters taller than Hu Biao but weighed more than 40 catties less, felt as if he had been hit by a cow, and his thin body was knocked to the ground immediately.

What's even more frustrating is that he doesn't know what hit the back of his vest when he fell down.

Is it a rock, or something hard.

Anyway, he didn't come up in one breath at that time, and almost didn't let his eyes go dark, and he passed out directly; in the process of falling down, the Eight-faced Han Sword in his hand also came out, flying five or six steps away.

Then, without waiting for Yun Qing to get up from the ground, she even rolled over to dodge a little.

That Tubo boy was carrying a strong smell mixed with blood, sheep, sweat, etc., which could make people spit up.

After one jumped up, he sat down on his lower abdomen first, and almost sat down all the food he ate half an hour ago.

The reason why Yun Qing didn't spit it out on the spot was not because he forcibly held back.

It was because something worse happened. The moment the other party sat up, he immediately used his left hand, which was still intact, to pinch his neck.

The food that surged up from his stomach was choked.

Don't look at this Tubo boy, he looks dark and thin, with a somewhat malnourished posture; he is currently using his left hand, which is relatively weak in normal terms.

But behind that left hand, he pinched his neck vigorously.

The poor young Taoist not only felt that his fragile Adam's apple was about to be crushed, but he also felt unspeakably uncomfortable when he couldn't breathe.

But in such a terrible place, a group of veterans still have no intention of making a move.

That is to say, the Adam's apple was tightly strangled, and he couldn't even send out a complete byte, otherwise Yun Qing would really want to scold at this moment.

In short, when I feel the hand on the neck is getting tighter and tighter.

Yun Qing felt that she was closer to death than ever before.

But this is just Yun Qing's illusion. For Chen Tang who was watching: What's the rush?According to the current posture, it will take at least 30 seconds before the priest will be strangled to death.

So it's not too late to wait until this buddy sticks out his tongue.

What if during this process, Yun Qing can still complete the anti-kill?Wouldn't it be a waste of my expression...

So Yun Qing, a young Daoist priest, can he really fight back?
He didn't know, and he didn't have time to think about it; when his face turned purple under the lack of oxygen, and some hallucinations appeared in front of his eyes, the will to survive in his heart finally made Yun Qing explode up.

At such a time, in his heart, he finally reached an attitude that he should have on the battlefield:

Apart from the instinct to kill the opponent and keep oneself alive, there is no extra thought, and everything else is not important.

What high school students, what can't bear it, all disappeared without a trace.

He waved his fists with both hands, and punched the Tubo boy's head and face, one punch, two punches, three punches, several punches in a row, but found that the effect was not great.

With his hands on the ground, he fumbled wildly, trying to grab a usable weapon.

Soon after, his right hand touched a weapon that he didn't know what it was, but judging by the feel, it should be like a thick stick on his wrist.

The first time he caught it in his hand, Yun Qing waved it, and hit the Tubo boy's head hard, once, twice, three times~
When the first hit was made, a gust of blood splashed all over Yun Qing's face.

There was even a part of it that splashed into Yun Qing's mouth that was wide open because he wanted to breathe, but Yun Qing couldn't care about these at the moment.

After hitting it seven or eight times in a row, the Tubo boy whose face was blurred finally fell to one side like a wooden stake.

Like a big stone thrown into a pond, a lot of blood and snow were splashed, covering Yun Qing's body.

It's just that the young Taoist leader still doesn't care about such a section.

When the neck that was tightly strangled could take a big breath.

Like a fish landing on the shore, the whole person kneels and sits on the ground, opening his mouth to the widest point. He has never felt that he can breathe freely. Such a small thing that is usually not worth mentioning is such a blessing. things...

(End of this chapter)