On the martial arts stage, Wei Huan's water dragon knife was glued to the stone axe of Tara.
One is a young and unpretentious new recruit from the Frontier Battalion in the Central Plains, and the other is a fierce and tyrannical battlefield veteran in the Western Qiang. Even though Wei Huan's sword skills are outstanding, he is not familiar with actual combat experience. What's more, the opponent is still a strong man with the ability to lift thousands of pounds.
Compared with Wei Huan's agility, the stone axe of Oirat was huge and heavy, like a smashing without rules. The stone axe looked cumbersome, but he was very strong. When Wei Huan was dodging, the stone axe smashed into the ground, and even the stone ground was split out. A crack.
Wei Huan's physical strength gradually couldn't keep up.
He is young, and he is not as strong as Oara, so it won't take long for him to smash and parry like this, and he himself can't even get close to the other party's body except for the color on Oara's face - the other party is wearing armor!
This is an unfair battle. Wei Huan has more and more scars on his body, but Ou Lai doesn't want his life. Every time he might hit, he will be slightly off by a point or two. Wei Huan was scarred.
It's like a cat catching a mouse. When it catches it, it is not in a hurry to eat it. It has to play with the mouse until it is exhausted before swallowing it.
This is simply a one-sided massacre.
When Shen Han under the stage saw this, his fists were squeezed "creaked", and he was about to step forward and was blocked by Rida Muzi.
The burly man who was born like a vulture leaned on the horse, smiling bloodthirsty: "Teacher, you can't help."
Shen Han pulled out his knife.
"What? You want to fight with me too?" Rida Muzi laughed, his eyes gloomy, "Then of course I will, and I will accompany you to the end."
Around Yanwutai, a group of Qiang soldiers were surrounded intentionally or unintentionally. Once the Liangzhou Guard recruits wanted to go up to help, these Qiang people would fight with the recruits. Even if it was possible, it would be too late.
On the stage, Wei Huan's vision has gradually blurred, and it is getting slower and slower to avoid the pursuit behind him. His strength is rapidly draining, "huhu" panting, unable to escape, he is slashed to the right by an axe. His legs hurt so badly, but he held it back and didn't make a sound.
When Oara walked in front of him, Wei Huan had no strength to escape. He saw Oara looking down at him like a butcher looking at a lamb on a chopping board, and Oara said: "Tsk, it's over so soon, it's boring. The Central Plains people are so weak, even a finger of the Qiang people can't compare."
Wei Huan didn't speak, the sweat dripping from his forehead, mixed with the blood on his face, was very miserable.
"Don't worry, it won't hurt," Vara licked his lips and stared at him greedily. "If you hit this stone, your brain will fly out. It's very beautiful. It's a pity you can't see it yourself."
After all, he swung a huge axe and took the head of Wei Huan Xiang!
"Wei Huan!" Ma Damei shouted out. Before Wei Huan entered the forward camp, he was the one who led him, and the friendship was deep. He wanted to come forward to save people, but was stopped by a Xiqiang man with a knife, and Wei Huan was about to die.
This is at this time.
Behind the martial arts stage, there was a luxuriant banyan tree. Even in winter, it did not show any signs of fading. Everyone was in front of the martial arts stage.
When she saw it, the man was like a black shadow of lightning, grabbing the cloth tied to the tree and swinging like a swing, and he let go in mid-air. All this happened too fast, she swept along to the stage. , kicked the axe that had chopped off Wei Huan's head—
Through inertia, even though Vara was strong, he was kicked by her side and fell backwards. The axe was heavy and sharp, and he had cut himself. The body, this stone axe, should probably be cut deeper.
"He Yan?" Wei Huan murmured.
The Liangzhou Guard recruits were also stunned.
He Yan was previously locked up in Liangzhouwei's dungeon because of the Baiyueshan incident. How could he suddenly appear here and be released
Vara looked at the person in front of him.
The young man in black clothes put his hands on his hips, tilted his head and said with a smile: "Your Excellency is too fierce. If I hadn't shot, my brother's head would not have been saved."
The recruits of Liangzhou Guard all regarded them as thorns in their eyes, and because they had killed all the sentries, they had a deep feud, and they all had red eyes when they saw them. The best thing was Wei Huan's expressionless face, but this young man smiled as if nothing had happened. It happened, and Oara developed a tinge of interest, as if he had found new prey.
"Who are you?" he asked.
The black-clothed youth brushed his messy hair and said with a smile, "I am He Yan, and some time ago, Liangzhou Weizhengqi was the first." She looked at Wataru, "Perhaps you don't know what is called Qiqiuqi, it doesn't matter, you only You need to remember that I am the number one guard in Liangzhou."
"First?" Rida Muzi, who was under the stage, squinted at her and said, "Just you?"
He Yan looked too short and thin. If we say that Oara and Wei Huan stand together like a strong tiger and a lamb, then He Yan, who looks weaker than Wei Huan, is like a chicken and an eagle.
"Sorry, I'm a little late, I don't know what you are doing?" The young man smiled and said Yan Yan, "If it's a martial arts competition, it would be a waste of time to not find me and find other people."
Vara laughed loudly: "You are so shameless!"
"He Yan!" Shen Han called her.
"Headmaster Shen," He Yan looked at him, "I've been holding back my anger for the past few days. It's better to fight to relieve my breath. I beg the head coach to be accommodating, and don't stop me any more."
Shen Han was speechless.
Rida Muzi came for the recruits of Liangzhou Guard. He refused to let the instructors, only recruits. Among the recruits, except for He Yan, there were not many people who could fight against him. Those who have outstanding skills have little actual combat experience, and those who have actual combat experience are older and their physical strength is not as good as that of young people. He Yan's martial arts skills are unparalleled, and his mind is smart and smart, so he already has a big chance of winning.
This end on the Yanwu stage attracted the attention of the Qiang people, but more importantly... .
He Yan said: "Excuse me, do you want to learn from each other now? If so, would it be good for me to replace my brother?"
"you?"
"That's right. I'm the number one guard in Liangzhou, defeating me is better than defeating him," He Yan glanced at Wei Huan on the ground, "I feel more accomplished."
The Xi Qiang people in the audience laughed loudly.
Rita Muzi looked at her: "I like this person's temperament! Put him on!"
He Yan said: "come here, please carry this brother down."
Wei Huan was carried away. When he was carried away, he looked at He Yan and said in a low voice, "You... be careful."
He Yan: "Got it."
On the high platform of the martial arts field, there were two more people left.
The recruits under the stage watched, all sweating for He Yan.
In the past half a year, He Yan has been in the limelight here, not once or twice. There are those who truly admire and admire her, and there are those who are jealous and jealous of her, but at this moment, the recruits of Liangzhou Guard share the same hatred, and only hope that she can defeat Oara. , give those Qiang people some color, let the Qiang people know that Liangzhou Wei is not easy to bully!
The recruits under the stage were worried, but He Yan on the stage was undecided. She smiled: "By the way, I don't know what the lucky draw is. I said it first, it's better like this, I lose and let you deal with it. , you lost," she remembered the young man in her memory, and with a snort, she said, "You have to call me dad."
This time, the Liangzhou Guard recruits "coaxed" and laughed out loud.
Liang Ping was worried and proud: "What time is it, still poor!"
No one from Zida Muzi could laugh. Wara looked at He Yan gloomily, wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, and said, "We don't need a lot of money. In three games, the loser will die, and the winner will live. This is the rule."
"Don't worry about life or death?" He Yan said.
"Why, are you afraid?"
"Not really." He Yan said: "Teacher, throw a steel whip for me, it will grow!"
Shen Han grabbed the top and longest steel whip from the weapon rack and threw it over. He Yan caught it, played with it in his hand, and looked at Wataru: "Can I use a weapon?"
"Okay." Vara sneered: "But are you sure you won't replace it with a sword? A whip can't kill people."
The corner of the boy's lips curled slightly: "Kill you, enough."
Before he could recall the meaning of her words, he saw that the young man suddenly charged with a whip, and he was stunned for a moment.
The young man rushed to the front, but didn't make a move. He just tapped his toes to avoid the stone axe's attack, and went around behind Wara. When Wara turned around, he swung the axe, and then turned sideways to avoid it.
She seemed to take the initiative, but she didn't make a move. The whip was wrapped around her hand, she didn't know what she was doing, as if she was circling around the tile, but after a while, she turned and ran, and the tile followed. Something wrapped around it, unable to maintain balance, and fell to one side.
But the big man reacted very quickly. After realizing that he was entangled in He Yan's whip, he had to stabilize his pace, but He Yan would give him a chance to carry the whip behind his back and pull it hard like a camel transporting goods. —
Wala couldn't hold it any longer. He was already huge and bulky. He stepped on both feet steadily. One foot lost his balance, and the other foot was difficult to stabilize. In addition, He Yan pulled on the other end, and he thumped. fell to the ground.
The whip seemed to grow by one person. I don't know how He Yan made it. He pulled it from Oara, and the whip returned to her easily. Without stopping, she rushed to Oara and stretched out her hand, and went around Oara's neck with one hand. A loop was wrapped around Vara's neck.
Vala subconsciously went to pull.
He Yan squeezed his hands—
Throwing stone locks all day long, the strength in his hands should not be underestimated. The strange wrestler is wearing armor, but his neck is not covered. Ordinary flesh and blood is also the most vulnerable place. After all, he is not a real steel and iron bone.
The people in the martial arts field only heard a sour "Lola-"
Vara's head drooped softly.
"You're not a human, you're a beast," He Yan whispered, "So, to kill you, the whip is enough."
She raised her head again, although she smiled, her eyes were cold, looking at everyone in the audience and said calmly, "He died, I won. The outcome is already divided, the next one."
On the martial arts stage, the situation turned sharply.
Just now, Wara tortured and killed Wei Huan like a cat playing a mouse. He was too late to strike the last blow. He probably didn't expect that he would die at the hands of this seemingly weak young man in front of him.
How long does it take to kill someone? A cup of tea, a stick of incense, or a quarter of an hour
Not required at all.
The recruits of Liangzhou Guard knew that He Yan was very powerful, and the scene of competing with Huang Xiongjiang Jiao here before was still vivid in their minds, but the current He Yan seemed to be different from the He Yan who "studied" on the martial arts stage in the past. When this young man put away his jokes, he was cold and cold, with a suffocating aura, and he couldn't look at him.
She opened her mouth and said with a smile, "You don't need bells and whistles on the battlefield. If you figure out how to kill, you can do it." His eyes fell on Ridak Muzi.
Rita Muzi looked back at her.
Slowly, the Liangzhou recruits in the audience gradually reacted, and said excitedly: "He Yan won! He Yan killed Wataru!"
"Brother He is amazing!" Cheng Lisu was caught, and he didn't forget to applaud He Yan, "Beat them all over!"
Liang Ping and Ma Damei looked at each other, He Yan's speed of killing people was too fast even for a genius.
"You guys," the young man stood on the high platform and smiled at the Xiqiang people, "Isn't it because you can't afford to lose, who will be next?"
On the other side of the Western Qiang people, no one spoke for the time being.
She smiled again, with a bit of provocation, "I know it's a little scary to gamble with life. I didn't expect that the brave warriors of Xiqiang who keep saying they are fearless will have times when they don't dare to take the stage. But it doesn't matter, I Great Wei Zhongyuan Erlang, who has always been kind-hearted, is really unwilling to admit defeat, just like I said just now, call me father, this discussion will end here, how about it?"
"However, who will call me Dad?" He Yan stared at Rida Muzi: "You are their leader, why don't you call me?"
"Damn!" A soldier behind Zida Muzi stepped forward and scolded.
He Yan was not afraid at all, and said innocently: "Isn't this okay?"
Wang Ba whispered: "It's so happy!"
"She is deliberately provoking her opponent," Huang Xiong said solemnly, "It's just that in this situation, it doesn't seem necessary to do so."
He Yan's temperament has always been so arrogant and self-confident. In the past, others only regarded him as a juvenile nature. Now, in such a situation, it is not a good thing to anger Rida Muzi.
"I'll compare with you." A voice sounded from behind Zida Muzi, "Commander, Ba Zhu is willing to fight."
Rita Muzi glanced at him, but he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry, and only said, "Go ahead."
This man named Ba Zhu went to the high stage of the martial arts field.
Different from Oara just now, although Bazhu is strong and strong, he is not as huge as Oara, and he is older than Oara, in his early thirties. He was wrapped up and down in a black cloak, and even his head was hidden in the hood, showing half of his chin, and his eyebrows and eyes were not very clear. The whole person looked pale and strange, like a ghost. His voice was also hoarse, as if it had been burned by fire, and it sounded like a crow's cry.
Ba Zhu walked up to Wara. Although they were both partners, they had no sympathy at all. He kicked Wara's body off the high platform of the martial arts field with one foot, and cursed, "Something that gets in the way."
Wala's body rolled down. He didn't even look at it, he just said to He Yan, "You have old wounds on your body."
He Yan's heart sank, this man named Ba Zhu was a little more troublesome than Vala.
Oara is nothing more than a wrestler with brute force who does not know how to adapt. To deal with such a person, just seize his weakness and strike, and the battle will soon be over. In every battle, the most fearful thing is to encounter an enemy with brains like the one in front of him. He can find weaknesses in his opponents, so that every next move will be restrained.
He slowly raised the knife in his hand, and He Yan wrapped the iron whip around his hand and rushed towards the opponent.
In the match between Wei Huan and Oara, He Yan was the audience, and he saw Oara's weaknesses and shortcomings in advance, so when he fought against Oara, he could deal with each other quickly, accurately and ruthlessly. And this time, Ba Zhu was someone she had never seen before, but when Oara fought against her, this person saw it clearly.
In other words, Ba Zhu knew about He Yan, but He Yan knew nothing about Ba Zhu.
There seems to be a lot of other things hidden under his cloak, He Yan is on guard, this person is also very cunning, and he does not collide with He Yan directly. As long as he waved towards him, Ba Zhu would quickly change his direction. His body was much more flexible than Vala's, and for a while, the iron whip couldn't approach.
He Yan's waist was already aching.
When she was in the city of Liangzhou, she was injured in a fight with Ding Yi. Later, he was deceived by the traitor to Baiyue Mountain, and he fought with the people hiding in the dark. That's not all, he was thrown into Liangzhouwei's dungeon when he turned around. There would not be Shen Muxue delivering soup every day in the dungeon. It was cold and damp, and the wound was probably worsening.
When I killed Oara just now, I used too much force and involved the wound. It was fine for a short time, but when I fought Ba Zhu for a long time, the pain became more and more piercing.
Ba Huo smiled and said, "Why do you look bad, is it because of the old disease on your waist?"
He Yan was stunned, the machete in Ba Zhu's hand had already wrapped around her iron whip, and he pulled He Yan forward. Everyone in the audience exclaimed, the knife in Ba Zhu's hand was entangled, and the other hand Without hesitation, the old wound on Chao Heyan's waist was a palm.
He Yan received a solid palm, but he didn't stop. The whip in his hand loosened and rolled up on his face. Ba told him to avoid him, but he rolled off his hood, revealing the man's face. face.
The two stood back together.
The palm firmly stuck to her old wound, He Yan reluctantly swallowed the blood in his throat, still with a bit of a smile on his face, looked at the person in front of him, and laughed: "Tsk, that's ugly. ."
Without the hood to cover up, Ba Zhu revealed his true colors. Half of this man's face was good, and he was considered handsome when he was born, but the other half of his face was burnt by fire, pitted and pitted, with dark red scars like centipedes growing on his face, squeezing his facial features out of place.
Someone in the audience screamed in horror.
Being knocked down by He Yan's hood, it was so revealing that Ba Zhu's face was extremely ugly, staring at He Yan's eyes, wishing to eat He Yan's flesh and drink blood.
He Yan smiled and hooked his finger at him: "Come again!"
Ba Zhu sneered and rushed over.
As soon as He Yanfu moved, he knew it was not good. He just asked the palm to show no mercy. Now the blood has soaked out. Fortunately, when she came, to keep warm, she put on Leihou's black clothes. Even the blood can't be seen. It's just that I don't know how long it will last.
In fact, the discussion on the high platform of the martial arts field has never been the point. The point is to use these three "discussions" to buy more time. If no one can withstand the scimitars of the Western Qiang people and become a one-sided massacre, then everything that follows will have no chance.
Ba Zhu had to be killed before there would be a third game.
The Western Qiang people make good use of the machete, and each person's machete will be adjusted according to the strength of the body. Ba Zhu's machete tends to be flexible, and it is not easy for He Yan's iron whip to entangle his sword.
He Yan's whip went around Ba Zhuo's leg, and Ba Zhu said contemptuously, "It's too naive to use the same trick on two people!" After saying that, he bypassed He Yan and slashed at He Yan's neck with a machete. Down-
Different from Wataru, Ba Huo went for He Yan's life from the very beginning, and he didn't make any false moves. He Yan pulled the whip with both hands, and held Ba Zhu's machete in front of him. Ba Zhu grinned and fell back. He Yan couldn't dodge, and when he saw the man's right hand came out of the cloak, he took out another dagger.
This dagger is only as long as a human thumb and is as thin as paper. It is more like a blade than a dagger. If it is not in front of you, it is really hard to see clearly. When his palm is loosened forward, outsiders look at him as if he The palm slapped on He Yan's waist, but no one except He Yan knew that the sharp weapon in his palm was completely immersed in flesh and blood.
He Yan only felt the pain in his waist was piercing, he suddenly squeezed his fist and beat him, Ba Zhu's face was in front of him, he grinned: "Whether it hurts, if it hurts you—"
His words came to an abrupt end.
He Yan's clenched fist pressed against his throat, not letting go.
Ba Zhu struggled frantically, but he didn't know when the iron whip tied He Yan's legs with his. He fled without a way and struggled violently, but the more he struggled, the more he rolled his eyes. He vomited blood and gradually stopped moving.
He Yan's face was expressionless, and he pushed his fist in again. After confirming that the man under him was no longer breathing, he let go of his hand.
On Ba Zhuo's neck, there was a little iron-like thing exposed, only a little bit, the rest was no longer visible, and it was inserted deep in the throat. It was a caltrop.
When He Yan came, he picked it up on the ground.
Put some hidden weapons on your body anytime, anywhere. There are only advantages and no disadvantages. No one knows what kind of enemies they will encounter, what kind of things they will encounter next, and when they will encounter them. The only thing they can do , is to increase the weight of living.
She couldn't get close to Ba Zhu, because Ba Zhu had already taken precautions against her. The last blow was nothing more than a lose-lose strategy of hurting the enemy by eight hundred and losing one thousand by himself. But she was better than Ba Zhu, she was just an old wound on the waist by a dagger, and Ba Zhu is now dead.
"You have a hole card, how do you know I don't?" she murmured.
After a while, He Yan took the iron whip out of Ba Zhuo and herself with difficulty, and wrapped it around her wrist again. She stood up, wearing a black outfit on her body. . She also stood up straight, not looking tired at all, playing with the iron whip around her wrist, smiling faintly, and saying the exact same words as before.
"He's dead, I've won, it's been decided, next."