Brush.
Pei Jing waved the Han sword and nodded slightly to show respect for her opponent.
The simple action made some girls in the audience focus subconsciously - I have to say that Pei Jing is indeed suitable for this kind of occasion, with a face like a crown jade, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and aloof temperament.
Even if the sweat on the forehead is messy, it does not look embarrassed at all, but adds a touch of heroism...
"So handsome..."
"Is he the Pei Jia Si Lang from Chang'an?"
"It's him. His father is Shang Shu Pu She, and his mother is the legitimate daughter of the Wang family in Taiyuan. Regardless of his character, personality, and talent, he is outstanding and one of the best among his peers."
The girls in the audience discussed in low voices, "How can there be such a good-looking person in the world?"
"Such an outstanding person must have made an engagement long ago, right? Oh, what a pity, why am I not from Chang'an?"
"I tell you no, our Majesty was planning to marry the Pei family's Shiro at a family banquet a long time ago. But at that time, Shiro, who was only six or seven years old, had already made up his mind to enter the academy and serve the country.
He said that he would not think about life-long matters until he graduated from the Academy. His Majesty lamented that a hero comes from a young age, and it is still a beautiful story in Chang'an."
"Is that so? Sure enough, excellent people have been excellent since childhood. So what kind of girls does he like..."
Girls from different countries whispered to each other and talked in low voices.
The teenagers next to them smacked their lips in displeasure and said bitterly: "Although Pei Silang is excellent, he doesn't seem to be one of the best among his peers in the academy.
There are two more people in front of him.
In terms of grades, He Fanshuang, the top grader in the academy, is not higher than him. In terms of merits, Li Ang and Li Risheng are even more incomparable."
Another young man also said: "Yes, the soaps and soaps used by people today are all his creations. The reduction of malaria cases in summer and autumn is his credit. And allicin and penicillin, which are now hard to buy, were also invented by him.
Come out."
Looking at Pei Jing in the ring, the teenagers in their youth couldn't help but stand on the same front.
"What are you talking about? Li Ang and Pei Jing are completely incomparable?"
The girls immediately said angrily: "We just praised Pei Silang, and you pulled Li Ang out. It's really sad."
"Yeah, it's so frustrating. Is it so difficult to admit that others are great?"
"Discuss the matter as it is, don't criticize and praise it. This seems very low-end and lacks confidence."
The chatter of the crowd over there was a little louder. Li Ang heard it clearly, and the expression on his face immediately became weird.
...You guys can talk about it and don’t get involved with me, okay?
Li Wei and Yang Yu snickered and hit Li Ang's chest with their elbows, "Ri Sheng, it seems that you are so famous in other countries. Can you also sign your name, write a calligraphy or something for us?"
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"Rolling, rolling, rolling."
Li Ang waved his hand and looked back to the stage, "Here we go."
Pei Jing in the ring may have been used to being discussed, and her expression did not change at all.
Ashenagaro, on the other hand, stepped to the weapons rack, pulled out a Turkic scimitar from the rack, and then took a small and light kite-shaped shield.
Seeing this, Pei Jing frowned slightly. The scimitar was actually more suitable for horse fighting - the curved blade of the scimitar could use the momentum of the war horse to make longer cuts and tear apart the enemy's leather, armor, and flesh.
But in a land combat environment, the disadvantage of the scimitar is highlighted - it is not long enough, and it often enters the enemy's attack range before it cuts the opponent.
And in terms of stabbing, it is not as advantageous as a long sword.
"Huh..."
Jialuo stood there with a scimitar and shield, closed his eyes, and let out a long breath.
When she opened her eyes again, her whole aura suddenly changed, as sharp and unstoppable as a blade.
As Xue Che announced the start of the game, Jialuo stepped on the ground fiercely, his petite figure jumped out like a sharp arrow, and his scimitar traced an arc in the air, slashing straight towards Pei Jing's neck.
It is true that the scimitar has an inherent length disadvantage in foot combat, so the first step is to close the distance.
Boom——
Facing the rapidly swinging scimitar, Pei Jing advanced instead of retreating. She raised the oval shield with her left hand and swung it forward. At the same time, she held the Han sword in her right hand and slashed forward diagonally downward.
He is taller than Jialuo. As expected, the opponent must raise his shield as much as possible to block the trajectory of the sword.
There are two possibilities: the opponent is too weak to block the sword, and Pei Jing wins directly.
Or blocked it, then Pei Jing would also use a kick or a headbutt to exchange injuries for injuries and widen the distance.
However...
A cold light flashed in Jialuo's eyes, his wrist shook violently, and he suddenly turned the direction of the turning knife, with the blade facing upwards, pressing the blade down heavily and scraping the edge of Pei Jing's oval shield.
Bah--
Splatters of paint on the surface of the shield,
Since the inner handle of this shield is relatively loose, there is relatively ample space for holding it.
Under the heavy pressure, the upper half of the shield tilted slightly towards Pei Jing uncontrollably.
And this tilt just made the movement trajectory of the scimitar aim at Pei Jing's neck again.
There were bursts of exclamations from the audience,
Because of the height difference between the two sides, Jialuo's scimitar will definitely hit him earlier than the Han sword.
Without enough time to think, Pei Jing deflected the Han sword, pushed the sword forward, and jammed the scimitar.
The sword grids of most Han swords are relatively small, and they are often used as decorations.
This sword is for actual combat. The sword grid is long and straight. It can protect your hands from being cut, block the opponent's weapon, and on this basis, guide and even control the direction of the opponent's weapon.
Tear——
At this moment, Pei Jing completely forgot that he was on the ring. He held the hilt of the sword and pushed the sword forward.
You must not retreat or sheath your sword now,
The blade of the scimitar has a curvature. Once it is released from the control of the sword grid, the opponent can push the scimitar sideways and use the bending of the blade to reduce resistance and cut forward.
Stalemate, then, shield attack.
Pei Jing slapped the shield in her left hand forward hard. At this angle, the opponent had to retreat, otherwise the shield would hit him in the ribs. At worst, the weapon would be dropped, or at worst, the talisman would be directly activated and the game would be lost.
However, Jialuo never thought about retreating.
She suddenly raised her right arm, causing the scimitar to move back a few inches, and then turned her wrist, using the power of Pei Jing to push the sword forward, completely flipping the direction of the scimitar.
At the same time, Jia Luo tapped his toes on the ground, like an enchanting Orchid performing the Hu Xuan Dance, twisting his waist to give his arms enough strength.
The tip of the scimitar was like a poisonous scorpion barb, stabbing Pei Jing's neck.
Zheng!
The sound of gold and iron interlacing sounded, and the red light of the talisman shone on the side of Pei Jing's neck.
He subconsciously took a half step forward, with a look of surprise on his face.
"Huh..."
Jialuo let out a long breath, took back his swinging posture, saluted Pei Jing, and said in the not-so-standard Chang'an Mandarin: "Process."
This life-and-death fight only lasted a few breaths. Students with better eyesight and fighting skills could see that Jialuo ended the game in one fell swoop with his unexpected killing move.
And some students didn't even have time to see the action clearly.
"Pei Silang lost?"
"How come?!"
"It's impossible..."
There was a lot of noise in the audience. After a brief surprise, Pei Jing came back to her senses, nodded towards Jialuo and said, "I lost. Your scimitar is very powerful."
"Hey, it's my teacher who teaches well."
Jialuo smiled and put away his scimitar, and waved to his brother and the clan members in the audience.
"Tsk,"
Li Wei smacked his lips, frowned and said: "This scimitar changes moves so fast that I can't react at all. And this move doesn't look like a serious Turkic guard's martial arts."
"How to say?"
Yang Yu asked curiously: "Is there any difference?"
"Yeah. The Turkic guards also use scimitars, but they mostly cooperate with horse fighting, using dragging and cutting methods to kill the enemy and penetrate the enemy formation with the help of the charge of the horses. And her scimitar moves just now are more like
It is specially designed for solo combat."
Li Wei thought about it and said slowly: "Her teacher is very powerful."
"Really..."
Yang Yu's martial arts attainments were not very good. He didn't know or understand anything. He turned to look at Li Ang and found that Li Ang also had a serious expression on his face, "Huh? Risheng, what are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking,"
Li Ang squinted his eyes and said, "If it were me on the stage, could I use the Han Sword to block the sword just now?"
Yang Yu, who claimed to know Li Ang, was surprised, "You also know swords?"
"Know a thing or two."
Li Ang paused for a moment. There was a wealth of human mechanics information in his mind database.
Understand human physiology, anatomy and theoretical physics, and know the structure, function and movement rules of human movement organs.
Leverage of the musculoskeletal system,
Joint movement direction and angle,
Muscle strength and energy,
The principle of brain regulation controlling the musculoskeletal system...
These should be considered martial arts, right?
This chapter has been completed!