The wind is still blowing, the competition on the ring is still going on, and the two pairs of eyes still looking at each other with a cold meaning.
Neither of them moved, but since it was a martial arts contest, one of them had to move after all.
Zhao Zheng blinked once, just once, and the time it took was about the same as a butterfly flapping its wings.
But even for such a short moment, Kong Yunjie did not let it go easily. He moved first, leaped towards Zhao Zheng, and at the same time thrust out the Nine Yang Sword, which was full of fire. After the tragic defeat just now, he no longer dared to look down on him.
Zhao Zheng showed 100% of his strength as soon as he took action.
The lightning speed, the unparalleled sword, the fire that burns away shame!
The sword body danced, and several flaming sword qi fell down, covering Zhao Zheng. Some of the sword qi focused on attacking, and some blocked Zhao Zheng's path.
Zhao Zheng thrust out his sword, hitting the oncoming flaming sword energy. Then with a flick of his wrist, the sword rotated, forming a rotating golden sword energy that shook away all the surrounding flaming sword energy.
.
There was a pop sound, and the flames fell one after another, all of them falling next to Zhao Zheng.
After Kong Yunjie used up one move, he made another move. This time he used another Yin Yun Sword and another icy internal force. This was a crisp move with no unnecessary changes, condensing the powerful icy internal force.
Stab it out in one fell swoop.
The internal force turned into sword energy, forming a ball of sword energy that was colder than the cold wind. This temperature was enough to freeze human bones to pieces!
Zhao Zheng avoided the sharp edge and jumped back. As soon as he dodged with his front foot, the icy sword energy hit the ground and froze it, forming an ice wall as smooth as a mirror. He stood firm,
Then he charged forward again. He shook the sword in his hand, displayed the Pegasus sword technique, and jumped out of the sword like a horse whistling in the west wind!
Kong Yunjie no longer had the panic before, and regained his previous strength. He and Zhao Zheng broke down the moves and fought together. Even though Kong Yunjie was injured, after he became serious, his strength was still not inferior to Zhao Zheng, and he used a pair of
The sword makes it fly up and down, alternating between hot and cold.
Zhao Zheng was just like before, still throwing ruthless strikes, sword after sword, but he still couldn't kill Kong Yunjie for a while.
If these two people are compared, Kong Yunjie is slightly better in terms of internal strength. After all, he practices strange and strange evil skills, and every ounce of internal strength is accumulated by human life. In terms of moves, Zhao Zheng is slightly better.
In terms of weapons, both of Kong Yunjie's swords are precious swords, among which Kong Yunjie's two swords are both precious swords.
The Nine Yang Sword, even the top grade sword, is far stronger than Zhao Zheng.
Zhao Zai suffered a big loss in terms of weapons, and he would be unlucky if he suffered a loss.
When the fight reached the thirty-fifth move, Kong Yunjie used the move "Ice Dispersing Mist" and used the ice-cold sword energy to neutralize all Zhao Zheng's offensive. Then he used the move "Take Chestnuts from the Fire" and used the Nine-Yang Sword to directly
He pounced on the One-Life Sword in Zhao Zheng's hand. When the two swords' blades touched each other, there was a crisp sound, and the One-Life Sword was cut into two pieces!
The broken sword flew into the sky, and the scarred sword was finally destroyed.
Zhao Zheng had long expected that his sword would not be able to withstand Kong Yunjie's sword, so he did not panic because of this. There was still no fear on his face. The moment the sword broke, he pressed the mechanism on the hilt and pulled out the remaining spur.
He came out and stabbed Kong Yunjie in the throat. Although the military thorn in his hand was short, it turned into a two-foot long sword energy after being thrust out!
Kong Yunjie didn't expect that there was such a mystery in Zhao Zhengjian's body. He was so frightened that he quickly used the Iron Banqiao Kungfu and suddenly bent back to avoid the sharp golden sword energy. Then he tapped his feet lightly and ran backwards.
Open, distance yourself.
Zhao Zheng missed his target with one stab, then caught up and stabbed Kong Yunjie again. This time it was aimed at Kong Yunjie's lower abdomen.
Kong Yunjie turned over with a kite, dodged the blow, and stood up straight. Relying on the sharpness of the sword in his hand, he rushed to Zhao Zheng again, used close combat, and the sword went straight into Zhao Zheng's hand.
The remaining military thorn. After a few rounds, the Nine Yang Sword and the military thorn collided, cutting off the finger-thick military thorn.
Zhao Zheng shook his hand and threw the remaining half of the spur towards Kong Yunjie's face, forcing the opponent back and taking the opportunity to pull out the Tiger Roaring Sword.
"Hmph, let's see if I break your sword and see what else you can use to fight me!" Kong Yunjie tasted the sweetness of the weapon and continued to use the same fighting method as before, trying to bully Zhao Zheng as close as possible and use his sword to fight with him.
Touch Zhao Zheng's sword.
Zhao Zheng was just the opposite. He tried his best to distance himself from Kong Yunjie, avoid colliding with the opponent's sword, and tried to rely on sword energy to fight.
The two of them had different intentions and continued to fight. After half a stick of incense, they fought for more than ten moves, each of them had a victory or defeat. Zhao Zheng's arm was stained, and Kong Yunjie's clothes on the left side of his abdomen were torn.
There was another bright red gash on his body.
When the fight reached the sixtieth move, Kong Yunjie used the quick move "Electric Light Flint". The sword moved from bottom to right and upward, tilting towards the Tiger Roaring Sword in Zhao Zheng's hand. Zhao Zheng could not retract the sword in time, and the two swords finally collided.
Got together.
"bite!"
A string of sparks ignited, and the Tiger Roaring Sword was broken off at three-tenths of the point. The broken part turned and flew towards the sun in the sky, leaping more than five feet high, which shows the power of this sword.
Zhao Zheng's expression was calm and undisturbed. He used the remaining Tiger Roaring Sword to protect his whole body and launched another ferocious attack. After a large section of the sword was missing, it had a serious impact on him. Once the attack was shortened,
Secondly, there is also a slight deviation in the mastery of sword energy, which will cause big losses in battle.
Kong Yunjie took advantage of this and launched an intensified attack. He showed off all his special skills at the bottom of the box, each move faster than the next. Zhao Zheng responded with a broken sword, but he could only parry and had no power to fight back.
The boy fell into a dangerous disadvantage.
Zhao Zheng's beating became more and more strenuous, sweat broke out from his nose and temples, the wounds on his arms became more and more disintegrated, and his sleeves were dyed red with blood.
Seeing this scene, everyone who had friendship with Zhao Zheng had their hearts in their throats.
The enchanting woman in the crowd was so nervous that she clenched her hands, and her long nails dug deeply into her flesh, causing a dull pain.
On the east stand, the purple-faced Lei Guangsou among the four old men in the south frowned slightly. He had a special purple face and was the most selfless man. He shook his head and said: "It's such a pity. That Zhao Zheng has in his hands
His sword is not as good as Kong Yunjie's. After the two swords were cut off, he immediately fell into a disadvantage. Now that the situation is over, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on for much longer."
"Old brother seems to be hoping that Zhao Zheng can win?" the wandering happy old man asked with a smile.
"I'm not biased towards Zhao Zheng, I just feel it's a pity. If he had a handy weapon in his hand, this fight would definitely be more exciting." Lei Guangsou said.
"Indeed, if he had a sword at hand, the outcome of this fight would be even more unpredictable. But now it seems that he is destined to lose. Sword fight, sword fight, how can he follow without a sword in his hand?
How do you compare to others?" Xiaoyaosou said.
The other two old men also discussed a few words, and both felt it was a pity.
As the host of the arena, Tie Xuanfeng could no longer listen to such rumors. He interjected: "Senior seniors, please listen to me. Before the arena started, I also considered unifying the weapons.
Let each challenger compete with the weapons provided by the villa. However, doing so will undoubtedly be very time-consuming, and the challengers will use unfamiliar weapons. This will inevitably lead to a reduction in strength. So I gave up.
With this idea in mind, I decided to let the challengers use their own weapons. The weapons are inevitably good and bad, which will have an impact on the competition. But there is no way to have both sides, so it can only be like this. The competition pays attention to the right time, place, and people.
, in fact, the competition is not only about martial arts. It is also about other aspects. There is really no need to be too demanding about the so-called fairness."
After listening to this, the four old men from the south nodded in agreement and no longer bothered about the quality of the weapons.
There are many conflicts in the arena, and when conflicts become irresolvable, they often resort to fighting to resolve them. On the arena, there is a distinction between superior and inferior, but there is never any emphasis on fairness.
Under the east stand, Chai Feng Yuanyangxia and his family looked at Zhao Zheng who was at a disadvantage in the ring, and they all showed nervous expressions.
"No, the sword in Zhao Zheng's hand has been broken. If we continue to fight, we will lose. What should we do?" Ouyang Susu said worriedly.
Li Zhenzhen, who was sitting aside, heard the words and quickly looked at the sword on her father's waist. The sword was inserted into a frosted ceramic scabbard. The hilt was in an old-fashioned style, with a piece of jasper inlaid on it. The jade was engraved with the four words "A gentleman is a good man."
Small print.
This sword is also a top-grade sword like Kong Yunjie's Nine Yang Sword, named "Male Sword". It is paired with Ouyang Susu's "Female Sword", collectively called "Mandarin Duck Sword". There are also "Mandarin Duck Sword" on the female sword.
A piece of jasper, engraved on it is a fair lady.
This pair of Yuanyang swords were made by a famous swordsmith in ancient times. They became famous earlier than the Yuanyangxia couple who chased the wind. They can definitely compete with the Nine Yang Sword in Kong Yunjie's hand.
"Father, the sword in Zhao Zheng's hand is not as good as Kong Yunjie's. Please lend him your sword quickly!" Li Zhenzhen shouted anxiously.
A top-grade sword is extremely precious. It has a price but no market. Every martial artist who owns a top-grade sword will regard it as a treasure and will not lend it to others easily, let alone lend it to others for use in competitions. If the top-grade sword has any bumps, replace it with another one.
It becomes something no one can afford.
But Li Yuanzhan didn't care, or in other words, he cared more about Zhao Zheng's victory or defeat.
He nodded solemnly, straightened his body, turned around and looked up, and said to Tie Xuanfeng: "Master Tie Xuanfeng, the winner in the arena has not yet been decided, but the weapon in Zhao Zheng's hand has been broken. For
For the sake of fairness and to allow the competition to continue, I am willing to lend my sword to Zhao Zheng for use. I wonder if the owner of the village can agree?"
When Tie Xuanfeng heard that it was Li Yuanzhan who was speaking, he also stood up out of respect, and responded via voice transmission: "Master Li promised to generously lend his sword and wanted to make this competition a success. The owner of this village fully appreciates this sentiment. But.
Before the ring was set up, the owner of the village had already set the rules. The challengers could only use the weapons they carried, and no one else was allowed to bring other weapons to the ring. So I can only say sorry here. There are no rules.
Fangyuan, please forgive me, Master Li."
"If the relevant rules have been set before, then I won't force them. Master, please continue to watch the competition." The disappointment on Li Yuanzhan's face flashed across his face, and he clasped his fists and said.
Tie Xuanfeng clasped his fists in return, then sat back down.
"Alas, there were rules set before the arena was held, prohibiting others from lending weapons to people in the arena." Li Yuanzhan sighed.
"Oops, why is there such a rule? If he can't lend the sword to Zhao Zheng, he will definitely lose." Ouyang Susu frowned, her eyes showing worry.
"It's all my fault for not thinking carefully. Otherwise, I would have lent my sword to Zhao Zheng long ago." Li Yuanzhan said.
When Li Zhenzhen heard her father's words, she bit her red lips and expressed her dissatisfaction with the rules set by Tie Xuanfeng, complaining several times. Ouyang Susu was worried that her daughter would make a mistake, so she pushed her and reminded her not to talk nonsense. Li Zhenzhen had no choice but to
He closed his mouth and continued to watch the competition on the ring, his heart tied to the heroic young man on the stage.
Li Yuanzhan was not the only one who wanted to lend his sword to Zhao Zheng. Baili Liancheng and Lu Youfa also wanted to exchange a high-grade sword for Zhao Zheng to compete. But it was too late.
When Lu You found out that Zhao Zheng was at a disadvantage because his weapons were inferior to his opponent's, he was filled with regret. He wished he could turn back time and spend a lot of money to rent a high-grade sword for Zhao Zheng to use.
But things are a foregone conclusion and cannot be changed no matter what.
In fact, Zhao Zheng had already anticipated that this situation would arise. The reason why he did not borrow a high-grade sword from others to fight against the enemy was because he had other plans.
He knew a lot of things that others didn't know about this arena match and Zichu Sword itself.
In fact, you don't have to win the final victory to win the Zichu Sword. Fighting is not the goal, but gaining Zichujian's recognition is the goal.
If you want to be recognized by Zi Chujian, you have to show Zi Chujian the qualities that young people should have, such as enterprising, perseverance, and vitality.
In addition, you don’t need to use too powerful swords when fighting. The sword spirit of Zichu Sword has a strong fighting spirit and will be hostile to other sword spirits. If you wear a high-quality sword to fight, it will be difficult to win over Zichu.
The joy of the first sword.
If you do not use a high-grade sword and perform well in the two competitions approaching the decisive battle, you will have a certain chance of being recognized by Zichujian in advance and becoming the master of Zichujian. This is another way to win Zichujian.
The success rate of this method is very small. But it is the best way to win the Zichu Sword. Zheng Wuji has the strength of a seventh-level heavenly martial artist, which is too powerful. Zhao Zheng's hope of defeating this person is really slim, so he can only win the sword.
The hope of getting the son's first sword is pinned on this way.
For him, whether he can kill Kong Yunjie is a gamble, and whether he can obtain the Zichu Sword is also a gamble.
Today is a big gamble in his life. This gamble is much bigger than Lu Youfa's. It can't be compared with money!
This competition, or rather this bet, has already had further results.
When the two fought for a full hundred rounds, Zhao Zheng seized a good opportunity and jumped in front of Kong Yunjie with a goshawk and rabbit. He then used the move in the grappling boxing method and reached out to grab one of Kong Yunjie's legs.
Wrist, the other hand used the broken sword as a dagger, stabbing Kong Yunjie straight into the throat.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Kong Yunjie raised his leg and kicked Zhao Zheng in the lower abdomen. He held the Yin Yun Sword in his other hand to block the broken sword in Zhao Zheng's hand.
The two of them were very close to each other in this move, and the moves they used were all desperate moves. Life and death, victory or defeat all depended on this.
Kong Yunjie's legs are very strong, and his Yin Yun sword is also very sharp.
Zhao Zheng should have taken care of himself and avoided these two moves, but he had already fought so hard that he could no longer care about his own safety. He ignored the kick and sword, and still stabbed forward with the broken sword, intending to take it away.
Kong Yunjie's life was a lose-lose choice.
The sword has no eyes and is still approaching rapidly. The safety of the two of them hangs by a thread!
Everyone who saw this scene took a deep breath and stood up from the table, staring closely at the changes in this move.
Regardless of whether it is Kong Yunjie or Zhao Zheng, if something happens to either of them, it will be a huge loss to Jianghu.
The Four Southerners, Tie Xuanfeng, Li Yuanzhan and many other masters were all ready to rush into the ring to save people.
Kong Yunjie didn't expect that Zhao Zheng would be so desperate. He would rather be injured than change his moves. In desperation, he used his inner strength of ice and fire, and his face turned red and blue, and his neck instantly swelled.
It's like a bag filled with air. This is a life-saving skill of the housekeepers. It can use internal force to inflate the skin, greatly improving the defense ability of the skin and having an effect close to that of an iron shirt.
The broken sword in Zhao Zheng's hand stabbed Kong Yunjie's thick neck, and he himself received a severe kick in the lower abdomen. Then the Yin Yun Sword came to kill from the side, but it was a step too late and failed to block the broken sword.
On the sword body, the already few broken swords were missing another piece.
The two of them each screamed miserably and flew backwards in two different directions.
Zhao Zheng flew more than three feet away and kicked the ground with his hind legs. He suddenly froze. The kick on his lower abdomen was so powerful that it injured his pubic area and internal organs. It caused very serious internal injuries and there was a burning sensation inside his abdomen.
Painful, a stream of blood rushed straight into his throat. A stream of blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth, slid across his cheek, and dropped to the ground.
He looked across to check Kong Yunjie's injuries, but was disappointed to find that the other person was not dead.
Kong Yunjie relied on the internal strength poured into his neck to block the sword. He managed to save his life, but his neck was still scratched, and the wound almost hurt his Adam's apple. He put the Yin Yun Sword back into its sheath and connected it with his hand.
He tapped his acupuncture points to stop the bleeding and looked bitterly at Zhao Zheng opposite.
The two looked at each other, their piercing gazes meeting in mid-air. The collision created invisible sparks.
Seeing that neither of the two men were in danger, the others breathed a sigh of relief. Those who stood up in excitement sat back down.
Zhao Zheng had to admit that he had been too trusting before, overestimating himself and underestimating Kong Yunjie. He thought he was 70% sure of winning. The chance of winning would be great, but he did not expect that Kong Yunjie would be so difficult to deal with. Now in his hands
Both of his swords were broken, and there was no weapon left to use. Moreover, he was kicked in the lower abdomen and suffered internal injuries. He was at a disadvantage and had almost no hope of victory.
Kong Yunjie touched his neck. He glanced at the dazzling blood on his hand and shook it hard to shake off the blood. He glared at Zhao Zheng fiercely and threatened through a message: "Zhao Zheng, you two swords
I've cut them all off, let's see what else you can use to fight me, I will cut you into pieces later to vent the hatred in my heart!"
Zhao Zheng tried to straighten up and fight again, but as soon as he moved slightly, he felt an unbearable pain in his abdomen, causing him to bend down again.
Kong Yunjie pulled out the Yin Yun Sword hanging from his waist again and prepared to pounce. At this moment, a figure flew onto the ring and stood between the two challengers.
At this time, only Tie Xuanfeng is qualified to jump onto the ring, and others are strictly prohibited from jumping onto the ring.
Tie Xuan Fengdian looked at Kong Yunjie and made a gesture to stop him.
When Kong Yunjie saw this, he stopped running and landed on the ground. Following him, there were some blood spots.
"Master Tie Zhuang, what do you mean?" Kong Yunjie asked with a frown. Like Zhao Zheng, he was already excited to kill and devoted himself wholeheartedly to this fight. He no longer had anyone else in his eyes, and he didn't want to be affected by anyone else.
of disturbance.
"Kong Shaoxia, wait a minute. In my opinion, this competition has already concluded. There is really no need for you to continue the fight. I think the two of you are fighting inextricably. It is dark and dark. If there is a mistake, there will be no casualties."
Okay. Please wait for a moment, and I will ask Zhao Shaoxia for his opinion. If you two reach an agreement, you can stop." Tie Xuanfeng advised.
"What is the result that the owner of the village calls?"
"The result is obvious. The two swords in your hands are still there, but the swords in Zhao Shaoxia's hands have been broken. There is no sword that can be used for fighting. Naturally, you won this fight." Tie Xuanfeng said and looked at Zhao
He said, "Young Master Zhao, what do you think? You no longer have the sword and can't fight anymore. In my opinion, just surrender and admit defeat. Although you lost, the result is already very good for you.
From tomorrow on, your reputation will spread all over the country, so why don't you just accept it and stop asking for trouble?"
Kong Yunjie looked at Zhao Zheng, and everyone in the three surrounding stands looked at Zhao Zheng. These people were waiting for Zhao Zheng to admit defeat. In their view, Zhao Zheng was in deep despair, and there was no other way except to admit defeat.
More choices.
Zhao Zheng lowered his head and did not answer immediately. Instead, he raised the back of his hand and wiped away the blood on the corner of his mouth. He took a deep breath, raised his hand to touch a few acupuncture points, and stood up with force.
He has developed a backbone that will never admit defeat.
Everyone is still looking at him, still waiting for him to admit defeat.
He himself really wanted to admit defeat, bow to Kong Yunjie, say a few words of submission, and let all the dark clouds disappear. Then he left the game easily and accepted the doctor's treatment. It was still early, and he could have a nice lunch later, and then
Take a nap.
Isn’t that beautiful?
But he can't do this because someone is watching him.
Countless ghosts of the dead were watching him.
The god who raised his head three feet up was looking at him.
The self who had sworn to be a knight in the past was looking at him.
If he falls down today, he will never stand up again.
You can fall down anytime, but not today.
"I'm sorry, Master Tie, to disappoint you. As long as I have three inches of energy left today, I will never admit defeat." Zhao Zheng's tone was calm, but with an irrefutable power, he was unstoppable today.
!
Tie Xuanfeng's eyes trembled, his pupils shrank slightly, and he asked: "If you don't admit defeat, how can you compete with Kong Yunjie? In the ring, the challenger is prohibited from using other people's weapons, and it is also prohibited to use fists and kicks other than swordsmanship.
.You don’t have a sword to use now, and you can’t fight with your fists and feet, so what else can you use to compete?”
"You can use this." After Zhao Zheng said this, he walked to the side, bent down and picked up a broken sword tip from the ground.
This is the tip of the Yiming Sword. It is still one foot long. The corners are as sharp as before, and the sword's cold light suddenly appears. The moment it is picked up, the tip of the sword seems to be radiated with new vitality and becomes renewed.
Be complete.
Zhao Zheng held the tip of the sword tightly with his hand. The palm of his hand would inevitably be cut by the sword's edge and a lot of blood flowed out. But he didn't care at all, because the hot blood could not be exhausted. He raised his hand and pointed it at the sword tip.
Targeting Kong Yunjie's face.
"This is my sword, the sword of one life. As long as I don't fall, no matter how many pieces this sword is broken into, I will continue to use it!" (To be continued.)
