The Song Dynasty has been deliberate for 16 years, only to know that it is the Water Margin

Chapter 71

The person who came to the stage had thick eyebrows, big eyes and a sharp face, short skirts, small attire, a pair of leggings and fast shoes on his feet, and a single sword wrapped tightly in his palm with a red cloth.

He wasn't born tall, but his figure was very agile. He performed the night fighting eight-way single-handedly, and glared at the Liao people opposite him.

The Liao man was a mighty burly man, wearing traditional Khitan leather armor and carrying an iron star-breaking hammer in his hand.

The name of this hammer sounds intimidating, but it is actually similar to the chain shooting star that is hidden immediately. The hammer head is only the size of a fist, with thorns on it. The difference is that the iron chain is replaced by an iron rod, and the rod is about three feet long.

People who use this kind of weapon must not be too flexible in movement, because this weapon is all about swinging, smashing and sweeping without much change, and the movement is too flexible to be powerful.

There was a sheet of paper in front of Zhao Tun, which had just been handed over, and Dao Bilang kept writing records below, passing up the names and information of each person on stage, and at this moment, everyone in the front row had a sheet.

The two ministers didn't care about this, they didn't even look at it, Mi Zhenting's old eyes were dim, and he asked the little eunuch behind him to read in a low voice, as if listening to a book, sometimes smiling, sometimes muttering a few words, but no one could hear clearly what did he say.

Tong Guan and Gao Qiu looked at it carefully, Gao Qiu didn't know what he was thinking, but Tong Guan smiled at the corner of his mouth, thinking otherwise.

What Zhao Tun said at the time was true, Tong Guan wanted to find a successor, and the young eunuchs in the palace are all incompetent, so he put his mind on this martial arts competition.

Zhao Tong looked at the list and knew that the first man to enter the ring was called Du Guiwu, the Wind Throwing Sword.

The Wind Splashing Knife is not uncommon. Although it is a bit more precious than the Changquan, if you want to learn it, you can always get it. But it is not easy to practice it well.

It's like the simplest move of the black tiger's heart-throwing. Some people can kill people in one hit, but some people can't even hurt the opponent. Some people can always hit the opponent no matter how flexible the opponent's body skills are. Never succeeded.

This is talent. It is true that martial arts practitioners may not be gifted in all kinds of fists and kicks. The so-called proficiency in all eighteen martial arts, the word proficiency, generally refers to being able to use them, to be able to play them, and to perform a few routines, but not all of them. sharp.

This Du Guiwu practiced the Wind Splashing Knife since he was a child, and it is a family tradition. He has only been immersed in this way for half his life, and no one else has learned it. hand.

In the arena, the two were already fighting. Du Guiwu had the upper hand from the very beginning. Zhao Tang could see clearly that the Wind Knife could restrain the Star Breaker Hammer. Du Guiwu is an experienced man, and he probably took his aim long ago, so he directly chose the second one. A ring to fight.

On that stage, Du Guiwu's body was agile, a knife stuck to his body like a snow ball, and then he walked around the Liao people.

Liao has a lot of people, and the star-breaking hammer in his hand can be used vigorously, but no matter what, it is difficult to scrape a corner of Du Guiwu's clothes.

In the second row of the flower canopy, Su Shi, Huang Gu, Ouyang Bei, Jian Suyi, and Yue Fei stood behind Zhao Tun. They didn't speak from the beginning to the end. After all, they are not allowed to stay here, but Zhao Tun is acting as a personal bodyguard. Bring it up, and the others didn't say anything.

At this moment, Ouyang Bei was completely different from normal people, with a serious expression on his face. When Zhao Tong looked back at him, he bent down and said in a low voice, "My lord, the first beating is suspected to be second-rate, the second beating is suspected to be second-rate, the third beating is suspected to be second-rate, and the fourth beating is suspected to be first-rate. Wu Lei is not in the top class..."

Zhao Tong frowned: "Then how do those who are not popular come up?"

Ouyang Bei said: "There should be other means."

Zhao Tong nodded. Ouyang Bei is still useful. Among the people around him, only Ouyang Bei is the most familiar with the rivers, lakes and green forests. Although Huang Gu has strong fists and feet, he is also a son-in-law to put it bluntly, but he doesn't like those romantic methods , only thinking about polishing strength and martial arts.

At this time, Du Guiwu on the stage had already stunned the Liao man with his saber light, and suddenly revealed an opening. The Liao man was overjoyed, and swiped the star-breaking hammer in his hand, revealing an empty door under his ribs.

Du Guiwu was a false move, so he naturally retracted his strength, turned to the side, dodged the star-breaking hammer, and stabbed the knife in his hand directly. When he came out, the Liao people were so brave that they didn't fall down after a loud cry. Du Guiwu hurriedly put his legs on his feet, but he didn't kick. It turned out that the knife was caught by the Liao people's ribs.

The Liao people knew that they were going to die, so they just looked at Du Guiwu with bull's eyes. Du Guiwu scolded: "Look at what grandpa is doing, how about grandpa killing you again in 18 years!"

He kicked back, and the Liao man's blood had already flowed out from the groove on the spine of the knife. Even if the ribs were pinched, he lost pressure. This kick directly kicked him off the stage, which immediately attracted applause from below.

Du Guiwu lifted the hilt of the knife upside down and clasped his fists. Even though he tried to hold back his complacency and wanted to keep a low profile, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but his mouth was a little twitchy.

After a round, according to the rules, there is no need to fight continuously, and you can rest in the end, but you can choose when to start again, and the same is true for the Liao people.

But the people in the audience cheered happily, and Du Guiwu got up in anticipation. He looked at the military officer in front of him, and shouted: "Du Guiwu will continue to fight!"

This sound shocked many people, and the common people shouted: "What a hero!"

Zhao Tun on the stage frowned upon seeing this, and Mi Zhenting on the other side said "Oh!" and said, "This man is going to die!"

The little eunuch at the back was puzzled. Mi Zhenting was old and toothless, and his articulateness was a bit leaky, but he explained leisurely: "We have the upper hand in this match. If the Liao people stand in the ring, they can choose their own restraint from the weapons to fight. It is very big, if you fight repeatedly, go to the Liao people first, and there will be someone who can restrain our side, if the person who fights repeatedly does not have special abilities, he will definitely die!"

The little eunuch nodded again and again: "Daddy is right, grandson also thinks that this person is not good enough."

Mi Zhenting scolded with a smile: "Xiao Fangzi, you'll see nothing."

I saw on the stage, after Du Guiwu's continuous beating, a Liao man with a spear came out from behind. The Liao man didn't speak, and stabbed with a white cherry spear in his hand.

Du Guiwu hastily parried, passing in threes and twos, his wind-throwing knife could not get close to the Liao people at all, the Liao people's spear moves were very sharp, especially good at the three tactic of crushing bullets, the wind-throwing knife was restrained everywhere, and after a few hits, it was like a long spear The crane pecked into Du Guiwu's chest with a "puchi", and then threw him flying off the stage.

The onlookers were immediately silent, and the forbidden army stepped forward to clean up the corpses before they said sharply: "I said that this man is overestimated, it's not enough to win one, and he wants to win two, it's just..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the guns of the imperial guards were pulled out, and they cursed: "You son of a bitch, get out!"

Inside the flower canopy, Zhao Tun had no expression on his face, suddenly a drum sounded from below, and an officer announced the good news: "We have won the battle with all the victories."

For a while, everyone on the stage looked towards the No. [-] ring.

(End of this chapter)