The huge martial arts examination venue was filled with shouts and cheers.
As the saying goes, those who watch the excitement don't think it's a big deal.
Just like the spectators on the sidelines, when they express their feelings, they will raise their voices.
The two people on the stage should be extremely honored.
The emperors of the Tang Dynasty were all spectators. Can it be said that it was a small scene?
cut!
Under the attention of everyone, King Xiao Yang slashed out three arcs of light with one sword.
Seeing this, everyone in the audience unconsciously took a few steps back.
Someone has become ruthless, and this sword is really overbearing. If he misses, he will be chopped up on the spot.
break!
Zhao Yun danced his spear and swept across with one blow.
"I want to see how long you can last."
King Xiao Yang snorted coldly, and used his kung fu again. His powerful aura and long hair that swayed like a waterfall began to fly.
He changed his moves, and there were more sword shadows in his sword.
Even the shadow of the sword was extremely sharp, and many of the boulders on the stage were cut open like tofu.
"He is also a fierce general." The invigilator thought to himself.
No matter what Xiao Yang Wang's character is, his martial arts skills are not Three-Legged Cat Kung Fu.
That's right, how can the old sword master's disciples be the things in the pond?
Buzz!
Zhao Yun's marksmanship also had afterimages.
Swords and guns collided, and fire often bloomed on the stage.
Accompanied by the light of the fire, the cheers were overwhelming.
This martial arts test is obviously much more interesting than previous years.
They are all young talents with extraordinary martial arts skills, how can they fight brilliantly?
"Hunyuan Yiqi Jue."
This whisper came from afar.
After taking a closer look, I realized that there was a figure standing on the eaves of a house outside the venue.
It's a woman, standing with her hands behind her back.
She was born graceful and luxurious, but she was disguised as a man.
This is no ordinary person, she is the empress of the Tang Dynasty.
How about saying that she is a master of martial arts? Her eyes are very powerful. Not only that, she also has a very high vision. She can see Zhao Yun's skills and practice the Hunyuan Yiqi Jue.
"Lao Zuo, are you giving me a surprise like this?"
The Empress of the Tang Dynasty smiled softly and was sure that Zhao Zilong was someone's disciple.
This is right, ordinary small characters cannot suppress the disciples of the old sword master.
kill!
King Xiao Yang's roar was like thunder.
I promised not to be impatient, but as soon as I hit it, I got the upper hand.
He used forbidden techniques to enhance his own internal strength, hoping to use this to forcibly suppress his opponent.
"Come."
Zhao Yun still refused to give up. The other party raised his spirits, and his momentum was also rising.
The small martial arts platform seemed to be unable to accommodate these two great gods. Pieces of bluestone slabs were overturned, and the remaining majestic light flew freely.
"Your Majesty?" the invigilator called softly.
There are only two words, but there are many profound meanings. We should take it easy. There is really something wrong with King Yang. It is not easy to explain to King Yang.
"I know it well." The emperor is as steady as Mount Tai.
The old eunuch beside him was always ready to go.
If the situation goes bad, he will immediately go on stage and stop the two of them.
"Little Yang Wang's state of mind is broken." The white-haired middle-aged man spoke leisurely.
While muttering, he did not forget to mourn for Little King Yang. It's not that you are not scary enough, it's Zuo Laoer's disciple who is too evil.
The strongest has its own strong hand, and it hit the steel plate.
Look at Li Zhaoyang, the jade hands in his sleeves have turned white.
She underestimated Zhao Zilong and seriously underestimated King Xiao Yang.
The true disciples brought out by the old sword master were much stronger than she imagined.
"Why didn't your mother come to such a big occasion?" the white-haired middle-aged man said with a smile.
"Isn't it enough for your father to come?" Li Zhaoyang replied casually.
"It would be more appropriate for the Empress of the Tang Dynasty to come."
"Why."
"Old sword master, Mr. Zuo, your mother is a great ancestor." The white-haired middle-aged man smiled slightly and said,
"Two disciples of old friends are having a fight on stage, and they are competing for the title of Wu Zhuangyuan and the Princess of Tang Dynasty. She should come and see the excitement."
puff!
Amidst the shouts, another streak of blood was seen.
This time, Zhao Yun was bleeding, and there was a sword mark on his arm.
Oh no, it should be a tiny pinprick.
Someone doesn't follow martial ethics, and a hidden weapon is used against him in a duel on the battlefield.
It was a silver needle, and it was poisonous. The toxins had invaded his five internal organs.
People with humble eyesight would not be able to see it, but the white-haired middle-aged man and the old eunuch had their eyes slightly narrowed.
The old sword master really taught a good disciple! Dispose of concealed weapons in public.
Do you know, the emperor is still there? Are you afraid of embarrassing your father and master?
Face?.What is face? It seems that Xiao Yang Wang no longer wants it.
He just wants to win, and for that, he will do whatever it takes.
Well!
Zhao Yun groaned and felt very dizzy.
Of course, this is all pretense.
A small poisonous needle cannot damage his foundation.
It's nothing more than doing some exercise and boosting Qi to force out the toxins.
Hunyuan Yiqi Jue is not something that can be blocked.
The ice and fire body protection is not a decoration.
"I will kill you."
Seeing that Zhao Yun's energy and blood were poor, King Xiao Yang suddenly became energetic.
With just one go, you can defeat your opponent.
However, a fight was still not what he had imagined.
If he's not good enough, no matter how hard he fights, he won't be able to do it, even if his opponent is hit by his hidden weapon.
"What a freak."
As time passed, his broken state of mind became more ferocious.
Apart from being ferocious, he was even more shocked.
He has used all his cards and even used forbidden magic.
Even so, he still couldn't defeat that man. Not only could he not be defeated, he was also repeatedly injured. This was the first time since he started fighting that he had encountered such a difficult opponent.
"it's over."
Zhao Yun suddenly exerted his strength, using the gun as a stick, and swung it out with one blow.
> This stick is strong and domineering, specializing in fighting fancy tricks.
Well!
King Xiao Yang was in pain, and the sword in his hand was knocked away. He stepped back, and every time he took a step back, he would leave a deep footprint on the martial arts platform.
Whoosh!
Before he could settle down, Zhao Yun arrived, but his spear shot out like a dragon.
King Xiao Yang was frightened and his heart trembled. With such a distance and such speed, he could not block the blow.
Buzz!
When the tip of the gun was only an inch away from his eyebrows, it stopped steadily.
What didn't stop was the breath of the spear, which was like a steel needle piercing the center of his eyebrow.
quiet!
The whole place was quiet.
The onlookers' hearts trembled as they were just a few seconds away from killing King Yang.
call!
The one who was relieved was the invigilator, who was really sweating.
The most stable ones are the white-haired middle-aged man and the old eunuch.
The two of them had a tacit understanding, and both had a flying knife hidden in their sleeves.
Just a moment ago, the flying knife was about to be thrown out. Even if Zhao Yun didn't stop, they couldn't make King Xiao Yang kneel down because the stakes were too high.
Fortunately, the boy didn't do anything cruel.
"You lost." Zhao Yun said calmly.
There was no response to this.
Little Yang Wang was frightened and his face turned pale. He was really at the gate of hell.
He only cared about eating but not fighting. After being frightened, he showed a ferocious attitude.
He lost, he was completely defeated, but he couldn't accept this ending.
"Come again."
Seeing him wave his big hand, he sucked the flying sword into his hand.
At the same moment, his defeated energy and blood condensed in his body again.
"enough."
The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty stood up and shouted loudly throughout the audience.
He really overestimated King Yang's precious son. If he lost, he would lose. He couldn't afford to lose.
It was him who tried one more game, and that kid was acting like a fool.
This is no different than slapping him in the face.
After all, he is the emperor, does he have no temper?