Jiang Zhuying originally wanted to shoot the boy with one shot. He never thought that the boy actually pulled up and let Fengxing pierce his shoulder, and his face turned grim.

"Stop!" Zhao Huicheng exclaimed on the hillside.

But someone was faster than him. Old Taoist Lin Qingping had already prepared and had already stood by the side of the field. When Jiang Zhuying fired a gun and the boy got up, he kicked the law enforcement team soldier who had already kicked up to intercept him and flew into the field, slashing the boy's neck with a scabbard.

The boy didn't even say a word, his body softened and fell into the old Taoist's arms.

"Catch him up and dare to mess with the competition!" The military official was so angry that he trembled all over.

"I think who dares!" Lei Dongfeng roared and rushed into the field with a urging war horse.

"He is trying to save people!" Zhao Huicheng stood on the platform and shouted.

"Well, don't make things difficult for Lin Dao, he saved the young man's life." Guan Bowen also stood up and said.

"Here." The officer glanced at the old Taoist angrily, but knew that this was the truth. The young man Feng Han's behavior just now was obviously a bit abnormal, as if he was crazy about gaining and losing his mind. If he continued, Jiang Zhuying would likely be forced to kill him.

According to the rules of the competition, there is only one way for the player who killed people on the spot and was eliminated, but the person behind Jiang Zhuying was not something he could afford to offend. Speaking of which, it was equivalent to Mr. Lin who helped him solve this problem.

Thinking of this, the officer actually saluted the old Taoist, but Old Taoist Lin curled his lips. He didn't care about these things just now. In fact, from the bottom of his heart, he would never be angry about these small things.

But at this moment, the boy in his arms was a hot potato. Mr. Lin, who had already guessed the identity of the boy, even felt that if the teenager's parents came to him, he would have a headache.

Although it is not afraid of their parents, it is always a troublesome to have the reputation of protecting the short-term care of that family.

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After such a tragic episode, the flying atmosphere on the field suddenly became a little solemn.

Officials from the Imperial Capital Military Department once again reiterated the rules of the game on the court, emphasizing that life must not be hurt, otherwise they will be arrested on the spot.

After a short break of a quarter of an hour, the Wujie Club's four-to-two-on-two-on-one martial arts competition finally began.

The situation of the game was Lei Dongfeng vs. Zhang Xilong, and Jiang Zhuying vs. Cao Shiwu.

The two games started at the same time, some of them rushed to Lei Dongfeng, and some were squeezed outside the venue where Jiang Zhuying was, shouting for the generals they supported.

"Lei Army, please give me advice." Zhang Xilong bowed his hand and his long sword stood in front of the saddle, looking like a humble gentleman.

"Please give me advice." Since the opponent was so polite, Lei Dongfeng had to put Leng Feng's double halberd on the saddle bridge and bowed his hands.

"Kill--" Zhang Xilong suddenly shouted. With his calf raised, he actually knocked the long sword on the saddle bridge, grabbed it and stabbed Lei Dongfeng in his hand. The mount under him was obviously a BMW, covered in yellow hair and four hooves white. In a moment, he had already reached Lei Dongfeng.

This knife, from the knife to the blade, was slashed, and Lei Dongfeng even put his hands together in just one breath.

"So despicable!" Lei Dongfeng was shocked and angry. He never expected that Zhang Xilong could actually make a surprise attack in such an occasion.

Moreover, Zhang Xilong chose the angle with his back to the main stand, and his movements were fast, from bowing his hands to asking for hello to lifting the knife and stabbing him for only two breaths. Most people saw only Zhang Xilong took off his long sword from the saddle bridge and rushed towards Lei Dongfeng, without any abnormality.

Lei Dongfeng knocked his horse's belly and dodged. Leng Feng took the double halberd and shouted, "Are you considered a general?"

"We will never be tired of deceit!" Zhang Xilong didn't say much, and he took the lead with one move, pressing forward step by step, regardless of Lei Dongfeng's angrily shouting.

Seeing Zhang Xilong like this, Lei Dongfeng said intimately: "This child is cruel and ruthless and does not care about his face. If he takes time, he will indeed achieve great things."

Moreover, the yellow horse under him was obviously in line with his mind, so he actually raised his hooves and kicked the dragon general's head.

But what kind of existence was Baimalong neighing, and his iron hooves moved across the other party's trampling in an instant. The two horses intertwined, turned around and flew up their hind hooves, and kicked the yellow horse hard on the butt.

The yellow horse shook its tail in pain and almost threw Zhang Xilong off his back.

"***!" Lei Dongfeng cursed inwardly. Since the opponent could take off his face, it means he would not care about his own impression. If he was really angry, he would fall into the trap of the other party. Fortunately, before the war, Jiang Zhuying said that Lei Dongfeng would ride a white horse dragon general, and he chose a pretty majestic maroon horse.

Otherwise, even if Lei Dongfeng could avoid the sneak attack when Zhang Xilong and his crotch mount just now, ordinary war horses would suffer losses and be injured.

"We must not let down Zhu Ying's kindness of Qi Qi." Thinking of this, Lei Dongfeng took a twelve-point spirit and turned his dissatisfaction into a fierce counterattack.

However, although Zhang Xilong had a sneak attack first, he was better in terms of swordsmanship and momentum.

Zhang Xilong's sword technique is his ancestor "Breaking Wind Sword Technique". Just by hearing his name, you know that he is taking a fast and ferocious path.

Although Zhang Xilong is only in his twenties, his sword skills are no less than Zhang Guangbei who fought with Jiang Zhuying in Chengdu Prefecture, Sichuan that day, and he has a little more sharp aura.

When Zhang Guangbei lost to Jiang Zhuying, on the one hand, although Jiang Zhuying's degree and skills completely restrained Zhang Guangbei, on the other hand, he himself lacked this kind of courage. However, the situation at that time was life-and-death. Once he felt timid, death was the inevitable result.

If Guan Nubai, who had just fought with Lei Dongfeng, thirty-six pounds of Qinglong sword, was as powerful as mountains and rage, then Zhang Xilong's long sword, which was half light, was like lightning, and as sharp as frost.

Although Lei Dongfeng despises Zhang Xilong's character, he secretly admires his sword skills.

Zhang Guangbei's swordsmanship was very exquisite on that day. Under Jiang Zhuying's continuous attacks, he could dance with impenetrable air and water, which shows the exquisiteness of his moves. But now, the same swordsmanship was used in Zhang Xilong's hands, but there was more attacking**.

"The sword is like the wind, and its momentum is like a tiger shaking the ancient pine." With Zhang Xilong's shout, the offensive in the "Breaking Wind Sword Technique" was used continuously. With the rushing force of the war horse, it went back and for several rounds, and the sword light was like the floating snowflakes, covering Lei Dongfeng.

Lei Dongfeng was not afraid of such a degree. Although he could not guarantee to see the origin of each sword clearly, it would not be difficult to resist as long as he grasped Zhang Xilong's basic sword force.

In this way, within a few minutes, Zhang Xilong slashed no less than a hundred swords, and Lei Dongfeng also defended hundreds of times without any leakage.

Faced with such wonderful offense and defense, the people and generals around him held their breath and even forgot to cheer.

During this attack with a storm, Zhang Xilong and Lei Dongfeng tried their best to attack and defend.

After all, both of them had experienced three rounds of competition before. Zhang Xilong was better, and his opponents he met were not strong. However, Guan Nubai, who Lei Dongfeng encountered in the second round, was a first-class general, and he was a little tired now.

However, Zhang Xilong's attack was not easy. In the fierce fight just now, he didn't feel that Lei Dongfeng was powerful, but after so long, Zhang Xilong felt that his arms were slightly numb and even twitched slightly.

"Zhang Xilong, you can take my moves." Lei Dongfeng looked at Zhang Xilong coldly, and he really had no good feelings for this guy who took action, hurt innocent people, and liked to attack sneak attacks. At this moment, he urged the dragon general, and the dragon general screamed and raised his hooves forward.

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"Zhang Xilong's sword skills are indeed extraordinary, and they are extremely important to the fast sword. And there are no extra tricks, so they are worthy of the title of the Breaking Wind Sword." Lin Qing praised.

"The Jiang Army Group is also in trouble." Xu Huanzong frowned.

At this moment, on the other side of the field, Jiang Zhuying was fighting Cao Shiwu hard.

Cao Shiwu also used a long spear, called the flying sickle spear, which is two feet long. There are horizontal blades on both sides of the swallowing mouth of the gun, and the horizontal blades are hooked. The entire spear can be stabbed, hooked, and cut.

What is most surprising is that Cao Shiwu's shooting skills actually have the shadow of Ma Mengqi, a general under Taizu, back then.

When Ma Mengqi, the Marquis of the Western Expedition, was also a famous general who used guns. The thirteenth cavalry along the way was the unique skill of the Ma family in Xiliang.

Now Cao Shiwu learned the Ma family's marksmanship from somewhere, and his own Zhenwu shooting, which turned into the Zhenwu Thirteen Kills he mentioned.

"Zhenwu's Thirteen Kills, killing people's lives. I'm going to see how many moves you can take me!" Cao Shiwu's face was dark, his eyes were deep, and he looked at the wolf. He was full of green and short beards that stabbed his face with amazing momentum.

"Come on the fight!" Jiang Zhuyingfeng waved his spear and pointed at Cao Shiwu from a distance.

"So arrogant!" Cao Shiwu shouted angrily, urging the war horse under his crotch and rushed towards Jiang Zhuying.

Jiang Zhuying had hundreds of nerves in his nerves, but he had never encountered an opponent who used guns, but of course, the one who gave her the great success of the marksmanship was his adoptive father, Zhao Huicheng, the Marquis of Britain. But the one who gave her the most sharpness was Li Yan and Als.

Moreover, Li Yan and Als took almost the same path, fierce, swift, invading like fire, moving like thunder, and full of pressure.

But Cao Shiwu is different. People say that the gun is the king of all soldiers, and he is upright. Cao Shiwu's gun technique is even more fierce. He has no king, but he feels like a hero.

Two horses were scattered, and Jiang Zhuying easily blocked Cao Shiwu's move. The two stood opposite each other, and Jiang Zhuying spoke, "The Ma family's thirteen Killing is the supreme spear technique for rushing into the formation. Brother Cao Shi used it to be more domineering and not more powerful."

"Someone's Thirteen Kills, you can see blood when you shoot out. What you want is domineeringness. If you have domineeringness, who else dares not accept it?" Cao Shiwu snorted coldly, disagreed. The face of the blue walwa was full of arrogance.

When Jiang Zhuying heard this, he sneered. He knew that the two had no common words at all, so he simply used Fengxing gun in his hand to tell him what the gun was.

Cao Shiwu saw Jiang Zhuying dancing with a spear lightly, and he was full of arrogance in his mouth, but in fact he attached great importance to it in his heart.
Chapter completed!