The Great Tang: World Martial God

"Boom"

As soon as the gong rang, the martial arts competition officially began.

Tang Hao became interested in this competition, and his new friend Wang Fengbai was finally about to play.

He had to look at this everywhere to find faults, and looked down upon Zhang Wu, who was inferior, how much weight he had.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Zhang Wu slowly stepped onto the stage carrying a knife.

However, Wang Fengbai, who was opposite Zhang Wu, looked a little pale and coughed twice. Wang Fengbai respectfully bowed.

"Brother Zhang, please enlighten me."

Zhang Wujiang saw everything about Wang Fengbai in his eyes, but he didn't reply, his eyes turned to Tang Hao under the ring.

He looked arrogant and didn't put Wang Fengbai in his eyes at all.

Even though Wang Fengbai, who had been well-mannered for several weeks, saw Zhang Wu's expression, he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart.

Zhang Wu suddenly turned his head, staring coldly at Wang Fengbai in front of him, and said in his heart.

"Aren't you Tang Hao's friend? Okay! I'll try the knife with you this time."

With a thought in his heart, Zhang Wu's eyes flashed a fierce look. Pointing the knife in his hand at Wang Fengbai, posing a posture of disdain.

Seeing that Zhang Wu was full of provocations, Wang Fengbai felt even more angry.

When Wang Fengbai stood still, Zhang Wu shouted violently.

"Look at the knife!"

Zhang Wu gave a long scream, held knives in both hands, stepped one step, and flew towards Wang Fengbai.

A Modao was made by him. Seeing Wang Fengbai's parry, Zhang Wu snorted disdainfully, and the Modao flipped in the air, slashing towards Wang Fengbai's head with the force of raging waves.

"Zheng"

There was a sound of metal collision, sparks splashing everywhere.

After being hit by Zhang Wu with all his strength, Wang Fengbai only felt that his account was numb, and the long knife in his hand was almost released. Qianjun's power came down his body, and Wang Fengbai couldn't help but retreat three steps in a row.

Wang Fengbai knew that this military camp was born, and he has some skill.

He is only inferior to this young talent in military strategy, but it is not a problem to compete with him in martial arts and archery.

But just last night, Wang Fengbai accidentally suffered a cold, and the strength on his hands and feet was first dispersed by three points.

Zhang Wujiang's situation with Wang Fengbai was in his eyes, and his disdain was even greater. Pulling up a knife, went straight to Wang Fengbai, who was still standing still.

"A poor disciple is also worthy to compete with me for the position of Wukui? Where's the courage?"

Zhang Wu shouted violently, and he was in front of Wang Fengbai in the blink of an eye.

The ancestral sword technique was displayed in an instant, and the sword was heavily shadowed, with a sharp sword wind, continuously cutting down.

Wang Fengbai, who didn't have the advantage, was only able to parry, and instantly turned into a disadvantage.

Everyone in the stands looked at the scene in front of them and was a little surprised.

"Is this martial arts crazy? It's ruthless and completely reckless."

"This... how could this happen? Will it kill anyone?"

"Zhang Wu is worthy of being a member of the army, and he completely prevailed in an instant."

Zhang Wuneng had the upper hand, and it was completely in Tang Hao's expectation.

After all, before he made his mark, one of the two young leaders in Chang'an City was Li Wanqing, and the other was Zhang Wu.

What's more, this martial art is a school lieutenant who has been immersed in a martial arts family and has served as a lieutenant for a few years. His experience in combating weapons and weapons is naturally far superior to ordinary disciples of the family, and his strength should not be underestimated.

It's just that in Zhang Wu's appearance, Wang Fengbai is not regarded as an examinee.

Ruthlessly everywhere.

This is obviously to put Wang Fengbai to death.

Or it was just that Zhang Wu looked down on Wang Fengbai, a poor disciple who was venting his anger.

"Boom"

There was a loud noise.

Zhang Wu forced Wang Fengbai back with one move and chopped the long knife in his hand to the ground.

At this point, the outcome is determined.

Just when everyone thought this competition was over.

Sudden.

With a long scream, Zhang Wu stood up from the ground, swiping all the swords in his hands, and stabbed the defenseless Wang Fengbai several times, splashing blood.

Wang Fengbai tried to endure the severe pain, knowing that it would be meaningless to fight any more, he suddenly retreated in his heart, wanting to surrender, and said.

"I think……"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Wu kicked Wang Fengbai's chest and interrupted his words abruptly.

However, Zhang Wu was dissatisfied, bullying forward, punching and kicking Zhang Wu on the ground. The rain-like offensive gradually made Wang Fengbai weak.

"what?"

Seeing Zhang Wu's frantic beating in the stands, he couldn't help but scream.

The examiner Duan Zhixuan couldn't help frowning as he watched the scene on the court, but according to the rules, he didn't fall into the ring or concede himself personally.

After several rounds of fist Zhang Wu on the stage saw Wang Fengbai covered in blood and unconscious, he just kicked him off the ring.

Zhang Wu is well aware of the rules of the examination room, killing in public is absolutely impossible, but it is also in the rules to beat Wang Fengbai to death.

"Brother Wang!"

Tang Hao rushed forward and lifted Wang Fengbai who was rolling on the ground.

Wang Fengbai's clean face was stained with blood, all of his plain clothes were stained red with blood, and the three terrible wounds on his arm were leaking red blood.

Tang Hao probed Wang Fengbai's nose, and saw that there was still a breath, and then slightly relieved.

In a moment, the imperial physician took Wang Fengbai from Tang Hao and carried it down.

"Why is Zhang Wu doing this? Obviously, the winner has already been decided, and he has made a heavy hand."

"Hey! There is no eye on the sword and sword on the martial arts stage, and it is normal to be beaten by a poor clan who has not practiced his true skills."

"Heh! It's a foolish dream that even these humble clans dare to compete with our family."

There was a lot of discussion in the stands. Some people accused Zhang Wu of not being wrong. Another small group of high-ranking nobles watched Zhang Wu, who represented the noble family, taught Wang Fengbai.

Looking at the arrogant Zhang Wu on the stage, the Li Jing family secretly sweated for Tang Hao, especially Li Wanqing, and couldn't help worrying about the next test.

On the side, Yin Kaishan looked at the scene on the stage with great satisfaction. He glanced at everyone in the Li Mansion from time to time, his eyes full of disdain.

Zhang Wu turned a deaf ear to the criticism from the crowd, with an arrogant expression, dragging the red-stained Mo Dao, glanced at Tang Hao, showing a smug sneer.

Although Duan Zhixuan was not ashamed of Zhang Wu's behavior, as the chief examiner, he couldn't say anything. He sounded the golden gong and said.

"In this round, Zhang Wusheng, the game continues."