"Mother, when will these days end?" A group of city guards stopped to rest, sat in the tea room, drank a bowl of tea, and dropped the tea bowl heavily on the wooden table. One of the young city guards
Can't help but complain.
No wonder, since Yizhanliu deliberately spread the news of the decisive battle, the atmosphere in the inner city of Lin'an County has become cold and solemn. The sergeants in the military camp were mobilized to blockade Heiyu Lake, and the city guards also received orders from above.
, we must ensure the safety of the inner city and not cause any trouble, just because this time there will be many warriors coming from all directions, just to witness this battle with their own eyes.
This battle is a decisive battle between top martial arts masters. It is quite rare in ordinary times. Some people have analyzed the significance of this decisive battle and divided it into three levels. The duel between top martial arts masters is the first level.
It is also a superficial level. The second level is a medium level. This battle is a confrontation between the Martial Arts of the Dynasty and the Martial Arts of the East Blade Kingdom. It is of extraordinary significance. The third level is also a deeper level, and it is also a level that only a few people can realize.
, that is the plan of the Ichizanryu or the Toren Kingdom, in an attempt to use this battle as a challenge to promote the Ichizanryu, and invisibly suppress the martial arts of the dynasty.
It is of such great significance that the government cannot just sit idly by and ignore it.
Of course, if it were a decisive battle between two martial arts masters of the dynasty, unless there were some special circumstances, the government would not pay attention to it and would not pay as much attention to it as it does now.
The significance was so great that it even attracted the attention of the state government, who issued a message and conveyed it directly to Kunning County.
"You kid, don't complain, even the commander himself went on patrol." The old city guard suddenly laughed and cursed.
The closer to the decisive battle, the more intensified the patrols were. One hundred city guards and the commander of the city health department also personally participated in the patrols. They patrolled day and night, and the rest time was greatly reduced. Even the regular army in the military camp mobilized 200 people.
Come to assist with patrols, which relieves the pressure on the City Health Department to some extent, otherwise they would go crazy.
More and more people are coming from other places to live in the inner city. The major restaurants are full, and some small restaurants are often full. There is no place to live, so some people rent out rooms in their homes and take advantage of this opportunity to make a fortune.
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Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and people themselves are just small rivers and lakes. The more people there are, the more small rivers and lakes there are, and the easier it is for conflicts and collisions.
Even with the announcement of the Zhenwu Division and the patrols of the City Health Department and military camps, conflicts between warriors still broke out in the inner city.
Kill without mercy!
The short crossbows of the City Guards Department are very powerful. Under a salvo, most of the internal practitioners will be shot and killed. Zhenwu must also avoid it. The sergeant's powerful crossbow is even more powerful. With a salvo, unless they are those who are very powerful, they will be shot.
A tyrannical true warrior, otherwise the fate of most true warriors is death, an ugly death.
Generally speaking, most of the conflicts would occur among internal martial arts practitioners and very few true warriors. Therefore, after the death of a dozen internal martial arts practitioners and two true warriors, they all stopped and no one dared to break out any conflicts in the inner city.
Even if there is any conflict, endure it for now, or go directly to the outskirts of the city to resolve it, or wait until the decisive battle is over.
Seven days is not long at all, it can even be considered very short. With each passing day, the atmosphere becomes more solemn and more depressing.
For seven days, it can be said that the wind and clouds gathered in the small Lin'an County.
On weekdays, there are not many warriors in Lin'an County. The number of external practitioners is the largest, followed by internal practitioners, and then the real martial arts. As for the martial arts masters, there are only two people, Guan Leshan and Fang Qinglei. But now, the number of internal practitioners exceeds the number of external practitioners, and the number of true warriors is greater.
The number of martial arts masters also exceeds that of external training, and even martial arts masters come here in large numbers. Other martial arts masters are also very interested in the showdown between the top martial arts masters.
There are still two days left before the decisive battle. In the Zhou Mansion, Lin Xiaozheng has finished practicing the Dajiangdong style and tempered the true meaning of swordsmanship. Now he can practice three times a day. Originally he could only last for half a quarter of an hour at a time, but now he can last for a quarter of an hour at a time.
, the tempering effect is so obvious that the true meaning of the sword is more than twice as strong as when he first learned the Oeto-ryu style.
The little loach in the stream has begun to grow up.
It's a pity that the inner strength of the whole body is still great, and it has broken through to perfection.
Every time he practiced the God Control Art, he felt like dying, but Lin Xiao still persisted, and his power to control the God became even stronger.
"Haha, Lin Xiao, that Dongchuan Bu has defeated more than a dozen people in a row. It doesn't matter whether he is a master of internal training or a perfect internal training. No one can block his sword. There is even an outside internal training limiter who doesn't like him and takes the initiative to challenge him.
I can't stop him with three swords." Lin Zhengyun stepped into the Zhou Mansion with his hands behind his back. He was arrogant and had a somewhat pretentious and frivolous voice. He seemed to be gloating about his misfortune: "Dongchuan Bu also blocked a blow from a true warrior.
, Now he is known as the invincible in internal training, I think you should escape quickly at night, lest you lose your life."
As he said this, Lin Zhengyun was slapped on the head again by Lin Zhengya who was catching up, and he suddenly shivered.
One second, he looked like a king, and the next second, he was actually a bronze.
Suddenly thinking of this sentence, Lin Xiao couldn't help but laugh out loud, which immediately attracted Lin Zhengyun's angry glare, daring to laugh at himself.
"Brother Lin Xiao, Dongchuan Bu is indeed very strong. It is difficult to find an opponent in internal training. Are you sure?" Lin Zhengya stared at Lin Xiao and asked softly, with some concern in her words, as if she regarded Lin Xiao as a
The same concern as his younger brother made Lin Xiao feel a little bad. Lin Xiao had also said before that he should not call himself younger brother, but Lin Zhengya responded with "Okay, younger brother Lin Xiao".
It’s very helpless, you know?
If it was an enemy, Lin Xiao would have killed him long ago with his sword drawn.
"I can kill Zhenwu." Lin Xiao responded unhurriedly.
Lin Zhengyun suddenly sneered: "If you can kill Zhenwu, I will be a martial arts master."
Lin Zhengya obviously didn't believe it, because Chief Lin didn't tell them about his amazing achievements in Yizhuang before. Maybe he wanted to keep it a secret, to catch him by surprise, and the fewer people knew about it, the better.
It seemed like there had been some time between that time and now. Although there was no breakthrough in his cultivation, Lin Xiao's true meaning of swordsmanship became more and more powerful, his swordsmanship also improved little by little, and his strength was stronger than that night.
The sword cuts Zhenwu!
This is no joke.
Lin Zhengyun was just watching a show, while Lin Zhengya was worried but didn't know what to do.
Unless Lin Xiao left overnight to avoid the decisive battle with Dongchuan Bu.
Dongchuan Bu's performance reported day by day is very astonishing. Even the limit of internal training can't stop him with three swords. If it weren't for a real martial artist to take action, he would have been killed by him. However, Dongchuan Bu can resist the real martial artist without defeat in one blow.
, this strength cannot be underestimated and is very rare even in places like Dongji County, not to mention the small Lin'an County.
It is undeniable that this is a genius, a top genius.
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The night is deep.
As soon as he entered the Zhanliu Dojo, Dong Chuanbu sat down on his knees, with his hands on his knees, the horizontal blade resting on his legs, and his face was solemn.
"Bu, in six days, you fought twelve games in a row and won twelve games in a row. Your momentum is like a rainbow. You have already begun to promote the reputation of a slayer. It has laid an excellent foundation for Lord Dou to defeat Fang Qinglei." Dongchuan Yishi.
Sitting opposite, he spoke in Dongren Mandarin with a very serious look on his face: "There is no need to challenge again tomorrow, just have a good rest and prepare for the decisive battle the day after tomorrow."
"I know that after winning twelve games in a row, my confidence and momentum have reached its peak. Tomorrow, I will continue to cultivate this winning momentum. In the decisive battle the day after tomorrow, I will kill Lin Wuming with one blow." Dongchuan Ayumu.
He also responded in the language of Dongren Country, his tone contained an unparalleled momentum, as if nothing in the world could block his cross-blade slash, and his eyes contained an astonishing light, as if the blade could pierce everything.
"Dynasty martial arts is nothing at all, and dynasty swordsmanship is nothing at all. It can't be compared with our martial arts." Dongchuan Ayu added, the aura in his body became stronger and stronger, as if it was going to break through the roof.
Shatter the night.
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On the morning of the seventh day, Lin Xiao, who had finished practicing the Daegōdōryu style, came to the courtyard to practice swordsmanship. He didn't feel nervous at all about the approaching decisive battle, as if the person who was about to fight tomorrow was not him, and he was calm and calm as if it had nothing to do with him.
"Brother, are you really sure?" Zhou Zheng asked nervously.
"Yes." Lin Xiao smiled and said, "When did I ever lie to you?"
"Your brother is lying to you now." Lin Zhengyun, who came to Zhou Mansion again early in the morning, suddenly sneered.
"You're talking nonsense." Zhou Zheng glared at Lin Zhengyun. Lin Zhengyun was brought here by Lin Zhengya every day these days, and he had some verbal disputes with Zhou Zheng from time to time. He seemed to be teasing Zhou Zheng on purpose, and always made Zhou Zheng angry every time.
"Just believe me, brother. Don't listen to anyone else's words." Lin Xiao said with a smile while stroking Zhou Zheng's hair.
"Hmph." Zhou Zheng immediately snorted at Lin Zhengyun, a little arrogant.
Lin Zhengyun glanced at Zhou Zheng with disdain, and then glanced at Lin Xiao, feeling very unhappy. What do you mean by irrelevant people? Lin Zhengya didn't say anything, covering her mouth and snickering.
"Brother Lin Xiao, tomorrow is the day of the decisive battle, aren't you nervous at all?" Lin Zhengya asked again.
"Huh, what's there to be nervous about? It's just death." Lin Zhengyun interjected: "Extending your head means death, retracting your head means death. It's all death. It's better to die heroically. Don't be beheaded by someone.
, that would really disgrace Lin."
"You just got chopped off with a knife." Zhou Zheng said angrily.
"Little bastard, I've tolerated you for a long time." Lin Zhengyun glared at Zhou Zheng, rolled up his sleeves, and looked like he was about to take action.
"Come on, I've been putting up with you for a long time." Although Zhou Zheng is younger than Lin Zhengyun, he is not inferior in terms of momentum. He also raised his head and glared, clenching his fists. Their postures looked exactly like each other.
They are two chicks ready for a fight.
"Calm down." Lin Zhengya slapped Lin Zhengyun on the head again, feeling extremely aggrieved and feeling that she had lost all her prestige in front of that little brat Zhou Zheng.