On the No. 4 ring, I saw a young man in a light blue shirt holding a long sword in his forehand. The tip of the sword was hanging on the stage, as sharp as a cold star. Blood dripped down the sword body, and it bent like an earthworm on the stage. , and rolled down with a "clack" at the edge of the platform.

The young man's hands were still shaking, but his eyes were full of determination and persistence.

Tong Guan on the other side slapped the table and said: "Okay, this young man is doing a good job!"

Gao Qiu next to him snorted with a look of disdain.

Zhao Tong looked at the young man. This was what Ouyang Bei said was a suspected first-class expert. The young man used the sword, which was rare.

He looked at the slip of paper in front of him, and it was clearly written on it: Xiao Changkong, a surname from Chengdu Prefecture, there were ten other applicants, and the rest were from Guangdong and Guangxi.

Chengdu Mansion... Zhao Yu thought for a moment, it is a prosperous and good place.

"Your Majesty, this young man is going to fight again." Ouyang Bei whispered.

Zhao Tong narrowed his eyes and thought about asking someone to replace the young man. He is a first-class player at a young age. It is extremely rare. This arena is not an open and honest place. All kinds of underhanded tricks are possible. It is not an exaggeration to say that the use of any means is justified. , he would be a little bit intolerable if the young man suffered a loss.

Zhao Tong was about to speak, but paused. The young man was proficient in martial arts, but he didn't know what his temperament was. If he didn't know how to advance or retreat, was careless and determined to win fame in a row, then... he would die.

At this time, a person entered the arena from behind. However, he was not in Khitan attire, but in Han attire with arrow sleeves. He was obviously a Han from Liao.

This person's weapon is rare, it is actually a double hook for hand protection. There are very few people using weapons like hooks. It is similar to Liu Huiniang's gilded Emei thorn. Initially, it was born under some special circumstances. It has no advantage against the enemy. , but using it selectively can restrain the opponent.

The hook cannot restrain the Emei thorn. In fact, no weapon can truly restrain the Emei thorn.

However, hooks can restrain swords to a certain extent, and hooks with both hands can even have special effects on swords and spears used in infantry combat at certain times.

The Liao people had previously sent out a man with a shield and a single sword. Fortunately, he had thought about it. He picked up the shield in the ring in order to restrain the young man's long sword, but he failed and died. This time they sent out a double-hook warrior, but he looked very powerful. You must win.

The two of them didn't talk nonsense. The young man's sword was like autumn water, splashing across the sky, and his sword skills were free and easy, which was quite beautiful.

The Liao people's double hooks flashed like silver dragon's double scissors in the sunlight. They did not seek to kill the enemy directly, but just to lock the sword in the young man's hand first.

The young man's erratic swordsmanship made Zhao Tong's heart move. He smiled and said to Huang Gu behind him: "Can he be defeated?"

Huang Gu frowned: "Your Majesty, this son's swordsmanship is completely different from that of his subordinates. He uses the good to supplement the extraordinary. Now it has become a climate. Even if you can fight, the victory or defeat is unpredictable."

Zhao Tong smiled and said: "You are still not sure if you talk a lot of nonsense."

Huang Gu immediately lowered his head in shame and scratched the ground with the toes of his boots.

At this time, the double hook player on the field suddenly bowed his body, used a move to push the window to look at the moon, and suddenly blocked the boy's left and right retreats, and the snowflake hook swept towards the boy's chest.

The young man could only lean back and hold the moon in his arms to block the hook. Unexpectedly, the person with the double hook was waiting for this opportunity. The hook locked the young man's sword in one circle.

"Ah, big daddy, this little brother is so handsome, I'm afraid he's going to die." The little eunuch behind Mi Zhenting covered his mouth and exclaimed.

Mi Zhenting didn't say anything, but just pushed back the stick in his hand. The young eunuch was immediately pushed to the ground, with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

Zhao Tong looked at the stage with a gloomy look on his face. It was not that the young man was inferior to his opponent in martial arts, but he was actually restrained by his opponent's double hook. The weapon was locked at the moment, unless...

The hooker on the stage had a ferocious look on his face and he chuckled: "Cut it off!"

He twisted his hands with hooks, trying to break the long sword. This is also the viciousness of the hook weapon. It can take advantage of a single sword.

The young man couldn't draw his sword. Seeing the hooks being unscrewed with force, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. What happened next made the hook wielder stunned. The sword actually didn't break!

This time, he used eight points of his strength, and when the sword was broken, he pushed forward directly, smashing everything in front of the boy. But before the sword was broken, he used too much force, and this move was a bit old.

The corner of the young man's mouth was slightly raised. At this flash of lightning, he loosened the hilt of the sword in his hand, and then made a palm and pushed hard towards the tail of the sword. The long sword suddenly moved forward from the hook like a swimming dragon.

Drill in, and even the hilt of the sword slips through.

Unexpectedly, the hook wielder had such a change. He didn't twist the long sword, but he was shocked. He didn't expect that the young man could actually make a move at this moment.

He yelled, but he had no choice but to use his moves. When he regained his strength, the sword had already passed through his chest. The remaining strength actually led him back with a thump thump, and finally he was nailed to a corner pillar!

"It's actually a sword!" Huang Gu blurted out.

Zhao Tong said lightly: "The best way to break the situation is to not break the sword. Otherwise, unless the young man has other means, his sword is not as sharp as iron, but is extremely hard, similar to your black iron."

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Huang Gu said: "Your Majesty's words make me feel itchy. Coach Xu has already written to his cousin Tang Long, and I don't know when he will arrive in Tokyo."

Zhao Tong nodded, and the young man in the stands cautiously stepped forward to withdraw the long sword. This time, he did not continue to beat the sword. Instead, he raised his hand to the flower canopy, signaled to the people, and jumped down.

Zhao Tong said: "Junior brother, what do you think of this person?"

Yue Fei looked around at the Shangshu Taiwei and said in a low voice: "Senior brother, this man has made me admire him regardless of his swordsmanship or demeanor."

Zhao Tong said: "Neither arrogant nor impetuous, cautious and well-founded, strong in means, and at such a young age, there is nothing better than a hero."

He continued to look forward and saw that the young man had not left. After registering with the head of the Ministry of War and the Military Affairs Department, he stepped back to the side. It turned out that there were about ten people waiting for him there.

Zhao Tong looked at those people. They were both men and women. They were all dressed in street clothes. They behaved in a reckless manner and had a variety of weapons. There was even such a thing as a one-handed axe.

These people, led by young people, were in high spirits and did not hide their emotions at all. They laughed when they were happy, cursed when they were angry, and looked sad and screamed to the sky when they were angry.

Zhao Tong looked at it, with a hint of envy in his expression, but he covered it up in an instant, and said with a smile to himself: "The country is picturesque, the swords are powerful, and there are so many heroes..."

The first day of the arena competition ended at dusk. All ten arenas of the Liao people were damaged, but more people died on the Song side, almost twice as many as the Liao people.

Xiao Changkong competed three times in a row, and in the fifth round, the inferior player actually won two games in a row. He was originally a master of concealed weapons, and except for the two of them, he had never seen anyone outstanding.

Zhao Tong wrote a memorial in the flower canopy, describing the situation of today's battle. After writing, he handed it to Mi Zhenting to take back to the palace.

When he returned home, it was already dark. After eating, he saw Lei San leading Ouyang Bei over.

However, the two of them didn't look at each other. When they arrived at the door of the study, Lei Santong turned around and left after informing him. Only then did Ouyang Bei look back and whispered: "What a bastard!"

Zhao Tong had seen this scene in the study room and snorted: "What are you talking about?"

Ouyang Bei hurriedly entered the study room and said politely: "Sir, it's nothing, it's just that last time I went shopping... to eat melons on the street, this guy doesn't even have a single copper coin in his body, and he doesn't even spend money to go out to restaurants on weekdays, let alone a few rotten...

Watermelon, in the end it is the subordinates who settle the account."

Zhao Tong looked at him for a while and said calmly: "What's the matter?"

Ouyang Beidao: "Young master, I have a distant cousin who lives in a remote mountain in the northwest. He spends all his time thinking about serving the country, but he heard the news late. Now that he has come to Tokyo, the registration has ended..."

Zhao Tong interrupted him and said: "Your cousin wants to compete on stage?

Ouyang Beidao: "Master, that's exactly what it is."
Chapter completed!