Spring and Autumn I Am King

Looking at the white mark on his shoulder, Fan He couldn't help being a little surprised.

"Can you really get close to me?"

However, he showed a sneer and looked at Zhao Wu Xie. The wooden sword was just in his palm, but he was keenly aware of the touch and knew that he was not aimless.

Sure enough, on the other side, Zhao Wuxi was even more uncomfortable. He covered his chest, his expression was painful, and the corners of his mouth even ooze red blood.

That muffled hum was exactly what he uttered. Fan He's wooden sword had just hit his chest heavily! After all, he still lost without a shirt. If both sides were holding real sharp swords, he would have been killed by a sword that penetrated his chest long ago!

"Fan Zi's second victory!" Bank of China Hei Huo nodded slightly, and the boys cheered for Fan He again.

Zhao Wuxi was out of breath, and he managed to hold back the sweetness in his throat. He won two of three battles, and if he lost another one, he would have lost completely, and his hope of victory was getting slimmer and slimmer.

What should I do?

At this moment, the loud sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from the side of the ear, and the onlookers Fan and Bank of China's children also turned their heads to take a look, and let out a surprised cry.

Zhao Wuxi glanced there from the corner of his eyes, but saw an unexpected scene!

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Behind the human wall, Zhao Guangde and Handan Ji stood three steps apart, and they were also having a confrontation.

Zhao Guangde desperately recalled the sword skills he feared and hated since he was a child, recalled the appearance of a sword master teaching the sword, and raised the wooden sword high above his head with both hands.

Handanji was a little puzzled by this action. He spread his legs apart and carefully placed the wooden sword on his chest. Then, when he saw Zhao Guangde's vain steps, he felt relieved.

"I haven't seen you for a few years. Your sword skills don't seem to have improved much. You can't hold your horses steadily. Do you still want to play swords?"

Zhao Guangde was silent, he dodged straightly and rushed towards Handan Ji, while struggling to chop down the wooden sword in his hand.

Handan Ji was completely relieved this time. He moved his body away when the wooden sword slashed, and the little fat man's sword slashed into the air and hit the floor, creating a clear groove. If it really hit the human body, a broken Bone injuries are inevitable.

"Fool!" Handan Ji shook his head, and he moved around behind the little fat man, and tapped Zhao Guangde's back with a wooden sword, like a whip on a calf who was buried in the fields.

"The slashing takes twice as much power as the stab, but it can only produce half the effect of the stab. You are still the same as before, a little girl who can't use a sword! You say, you are so incompetent, but why do you want to Working so hard for that scumbag?"

Xiao She was the nickname that Handan Ji gave to Zhao Guangde back then, to mock him for being fat and clumsy.

"Why? Because today's people are none other than brothers!"

After panting and saying such a sentence, Zhao Guangde awkwardly turned around and swept over with a wooden sword with one hand. Handan Ji jerked back, just letting his sword pass a few feet in front of his stomach, then went around his back, and hit the little fat man's elbow with the wooden sword, causing it to hurt.

"When you turn your back on me, just use the sweeping technique. You can't pass on your strength at all. It's really stupid and difficult to handle. Have you forgotten what the swordsman taught you back then?"

After he finished speaking, he used exaggerated provocative actions to stab Zhao Guangde several times.

At this time, one after another, teenagers turned their heads to watch, and when they saw the two cousins ​​who were like raccoon slaves playing with fat mice, they couldn't help laughing.

Zhao Guangde was gasping for breath. He was no stranger to these laughter. He didn't know how much he had heard since he was a child. Improper mockery.

At this time, Handan Ji became more and more complacent, he took two steps back and said, "As before, you have suffered so many times, you should be on your knees and beg for mercy! You will definitely lose, bow your head to me, and you will be able to Free from the pain of flesh and blood!"

Zhao Guangde held the wooden sword tightly. He remembered the match shot at the shooting range half a month ago. When Lu Xing scored five yuan at eighty paces away, everyone, including him, thought that Zhao Wuxi would lose. But no, at that time, he was in charge of the sound of the fou, looking at Zhao Wuxi and smiling indifferently, opening the bow to move the situation back one by one, the scene was full of passion. He himself longs for that kind of victory, but he can only have it in a dream. Once he wakes up, he can only sigh at his useless limbs.

With a single thought, although it was only for a moment, Zhao Guangde's previous fear and fear had disappeared. He still hated pain, but he wanted to create pain for the other party even more!

"Don't even think about it!" After Zhao Guangde shouted this sentence, he made a final charge towards Handan Ji with his head sullen.

Looking at this flawed attack, Handan Ji continued to try to dodge contemptuously, and then used the wooden sword to tease the little fat man, making him look ugly in front of the young men in the sword room.

Who would have known that Zhao Guangde was so good this time, instead of slashing, he stabbed his sword diagonally!

Handan Ji was so complacent that he lost his mind just now, but at this moment, he turned pale with shock, and he was able to let go of the wooden sword, and then suddenly felt a huge force restrain his waist!

It turns out that this time, Zhao Guangde learned his lesson, and instead of rushing to the head with the sword, he resolutely gave up the sword.

As soon as he turned his head, he opened his arms and embraced Handan Ji! The strength of the whole body was pressed up, and he fell heavily to the ground! There was a loud, dull sound!

The teenagers who turned their heads to watch let out a cry of surprise, which also attracted the attention of Zhao Wuxi, Fan He, and Bank of China Hei Huo.

"Let go, let go quickly, you little scorpion!" Zhao Guangde pressed Handan Ji to the ground, unable to move.

He held the wooden sword in his hand and slapped Zhao Guangde's back desperately. After touching the flesh, he made a crackling sound.

However, Zhao Guangde endured the pain and continued to exert force on his hands, and Handanji's face turned red.

Seeing his cousin's nephew suffering, the Bank of China Heihou commanded, "You can't use your sword skills, he has already violated the rules, second or third son! What are you still doing? Go and move him away!"

A group of young people took the lead, two or three people grabbed Zhao Guangde's swordsman uniform or yanked his legs and feet, but he still didn't let go, UU reading www.uukanshu. On the contrary, the com became tighter and tighter, making Handan Ji almost out of breath. The teenagers kicked with their feet again, and their fists fell like raindrops on Zhao Guangde's broad back, but it was still ineffective.

"Fool!"

Bank of China Heigou was annoyed. Seeing that his cousin was so embarrassed, he felt that his face was dull.

hum…

Zhao Guangde only felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, which made his head go numb and his ears buzzed.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he finally let go of the Handan Ji, and staggered to straighten up, but he felt that the world was spinning, he lost his balance under his feet, and immediately fell to his knees.

Bank of China Heigou looked at Handan Ji who was breathing with his tongue out like a stranded fish after he got out of trouble.

It was Zhao Guangde who stretched out his hand to stop the Bank of China Heihu from leaving.

The previous blow broke Zhao Guangde's scalp, and the scarlet blood flowed down from the top, trickling down his face, like beads strung with red threads on the crowns of princes.

"Not yet?"

The Bank of China's black arm was so annoying, he turned around and kicked Zhao Guangde in the chest again!

Zhao Guangde finally collapsed. He turned his back to the sky and made a big character, but maintained his last sense of sanity. He glanced sideways in Zhao Wuxi's direction, showed a simple and honest smile, and murmured, "Cousin, let's go..."

Afterwards, he rolled his eyes, tilted his head, lost consciousness, and didn't know whether it was life or death.