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

Chapter 72

On the arena No. [-], a young man in a light blue shirt was dragging a long sword in his forehand. The tip of the sword hung down on the platform. It rolled down to the edge of the platform.

The boy's hands were still trembling, but his eyes were full of firmness and persistence.

On the other side, Tong Guan patted the table and said: "Okay, this young man is doing a good job!"

Gao Qiu beside him snorted, with a look of disdain.

Zhao Tang looked at the young man. This is what Ouyang Bei said was a suspected first-rate player. It is rare for a young man to use a sword recklessly.

He looked at the paper slip in front of him, and it was written clearly: Xiao Changkong, a native of Chengdu, ten applicants, the rest are from Guangdong and Guangxi.

Chengdu Mansion...Zhao Tama thought for a while, it is a good place with prosperity and brocade.

"My lord, this boy is going to be beaten again and again." Ouyang Bei whispered.

Zhao Tong squinted his eyes, thinking in his heart that someone would replace the young man, it is extremely rare to be a first-class player at such a young age, this arena is not a place of integrity, any kind of shady tricks are possible, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he will use any means , if the boy is damaged, he can't bear it.

Zhao Tuo just wanted to speak, but stopped, young man is proficient in martial arts, he doesn't know what his temperament is, if he doesn't know how to advance and retreat, is careless and reckless, and insists on fighting to gain fame in his heart, then... he will die.

At the No. [-] stage, a person came from behind, but he was not wearing a Khitan attire, but a Hanfu with arrow sleeves, obviously a Han from the Liao region.

This man's weapon is rare, and it turned out to be a double hook for guards. Hooks are such a weapon that very few people use them. Similar to Liu Huiniang's gilded Emei thorn, they were all born under certain special circumstances in the beginning, and there is no advantage against the enemy normally. , but selective use can restrain the opponent.

The hook cannot restrain the Emei thorn. In fact, there is no weapon that can truly restrain the Emei thorn.

But the hook restrains the sword to a certain extent, and even the hook with both hands at certain times has a special effect on simple swords and long spears in foot combat.

The Liao people had a man with a shield and a single sword before, and he figured it out. He picked up the shield in order to restrain the young man's long sword, but he failed and died. This time he sent a warrior with two hooks. In must win.

The two of them didn't talk nonsense, the young man's sword was like autumn water, splashing across the sky, and his swordsmanship was free and easy all the way, which was quite beautiful.

The Liao people's double hooks flashed, like silver scissors in the sun, they didn't want to kill the enemy directly, but just locked the sharp sword in the young man's hand first.

The young man's swordsmanship was erratic, Zhao Tun's heart skipped a beat, he smiled and said to Huang Gu behind him, "Is it invincible?"

Huang Gu frowned: "Your Majesty, this son's swordsmanship is completely different from that of his subordinates, and he is doing his best with righteousness. Now it has become a trend. Although it is possible to fight, victory or defeat is unpredictable."

Zhao Tong laughed and said, "Isn't it still not sure if you talk a lot of nonsense?"

Huang Gu immediately lowered his head in shame, the toe of his boot scratching the ground.

At this moment, the double-hooker suddenly bowed his body, and used his move to look at the moon through the window, suddenly blocking the boy's left and right retreats, and Snowflake's hook swept towards the boy's chest.

The young man had no choice but to lean back and use his arms to hold the moon in his arms to block the hook, but unexpectedly, the one with double hooks was waiting for this opportunity, and with one circle of the hook, the young man's long sword was locked.

"Ah, Daddy, I'm so handsome, I'm afraid I'm going to die." Behind Mi Zhenting, the little eunuch covered his mouth and exclaimed.

Mi Zhenting didn't say a word, but just pulled back the stick in his hand, and the little eunuch was pushed to the ground immediately, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

Zhao Tang looked at the stage, his face darkened, the young man was not inferior to the opponent in martial arts, but he was restrained by the opponent's double hooks, and the weapon is locked right now, unless...

The hooker on the stage showed a ferocious face, and he laughed: "Break it for me!"

As soon as he twisted the hook with both hands, he wanted to break the long sword, this is also the viciousness of the hook weapon, it takes advantage of the single sword and single sword.

The young man couldn't draw his sword. Seeing the hooks being unscrewed forcefully, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly. What happened next left the hooker stunned, the sword didn't break!

He used [-]% of his strength for this move, and he pushed it up as soon as the sword broke, smashing everything in front of the young man, but before the sword broke, he used too much force, this move is a bit old.

The corner of the young man's mouth was slightly raised, and at this moment of lightning and flint, he let go of the hilt of the sword, and then formed a palm, pushing violently towards the tail of the sword. The long sword suddenly moved forward from the hook lock like a swimming dragon. Drilling away, even the hilt of the sword slid over.

The hooker didn't expect such a change, he didn't break the long sword, but he was shocked, he didn't expect the young man to be able to make a move at this moment.

He yelled, but he had no choice but to use his old moves, and when he regained his strength, the sword had already passed through his chest, and the rest of his strength actually led him back "thump, thump, thump", and was finally nailed to a corner post on one side!
"It's actually a treasured sword!" Huang Gu blurted out.

Zhao Tong said indifferently: "The best way to break the situation is to keep the sword unbroken, otherwise unless the young man has other means, it's just that his sword doesn't cut iron like mud, it's just extremely hard, similar to your piece of black iron. .”

Huang Gu said: "My lord's words make my heart itch. Instructor Xu has already written to his cousin Tang Long, so I don't know when he will arrive in Tokyo."

Zhao Tang nodded, the young man in the stands cautiously stepped forward and drew back his long sword, but this time he didn't continue the beating, but cupped his hands at the flower canopy, signaled to the people, and jumped down.

Zhao Tong said: "Junior brother, how do you see this person?"

Yue Fei looked left and right at those Shangshu Taiwei, and said in a low voice: "Senior brother, this person, regardless of his swordsmanship and demeanor, makes the younger brother admire him."

Zhao Tong said: "Never arrogant or impetuous, cautious and well-founded, powerful in means, and at this age, there is nothing more heroic than this."

He continued to look forward, and saw that the young man had not left. After registering with the head of the military department and the pro-military division, he retreated to the side, where there were a dozen or so people waiting for him.

Zhao Tang looked at those people, there were men and women, they were all dressed in street clothes, their manners were reckless, and their weapons were various, even there was such a thing as a one-handed axe.

These people, headed by young people, were elated and did not hide their emotions at all. When they talked about joy, they laughed, when they talked about anger, they cursed, and when they talked about sorrow, they looked up to the sky with pain.

Zhao Tun looked at it, and couldn't help showing a hint of envy in his expression, but he quickly covered it up, and said with a smile to himself: "The mountains and rivers are picturesque, the sword energy, the river and the sea, how many heroes at a time..."

The first day of the group arena match ended at dusk, and all ten arenas of the Liao people were damaged, but the Song side had more deaths, almost twice as many as the Liao people.

Xiao Changkong won three rounds in a row, and the low-ranking fifth round even won two rounds in a row. He was originally a master of concealed weapons, except for the two, he has never seen anyone who is outstanding.

Zhao Tun wrote a memorial in the flower tent, talking about today's battle situation, and handed it over to Mi Zhenting to take it back to the palace after writing.

When he returned home, the sky was already dark, and after eating, he saw Lei San leading Ouyang Bei over.

The two of them didn't look at each other. When they reached the door of the study, Lei Santong turned around and left after reporting. Ouyang Bei looked back and whispered: "This rascal!"

Zhao Tun had seen this scene earlier in the study, and snorted coldly, "What are you talking about?"

Ouyang Bei hurriedly entered the study room and saluted: "Young master, it's nothing serious, it's just that last time I went shopping... shopping and eating melons, this guy didn't carry a single copper coin on him, so why don't I spend money when I go to taverns on weekdays, let alone a few Rotten watermelon, in the end, the subordinates will settle the bill."

Zhao Tang looked at him for a while, then said calmly, "What's the matter?"

Ouyang Beidao: "Young master, I have a distant cousin who lives in a remote mountain in the northwest and devotes himself to serving the country all day long. It's just that I heard the news late. Now that I came to Tokyo, the registration has ended..."

Zhao Tong interrupted him and said, "Your cousin wants to compete on stage?

Ouyang Bei said: "Young Master, that's exactly the case."

Zhao Tun was silent for a while, and said, "What skills does he have?"

(End of this chapter)