Go back to ancient times to be God of War

"Qi Yang, let me take a look for you. Besides Suo Tianzong, the opponent you are most likely to meet tomorrow is Liang Xiuwen." Lin Lesheng had a stomach full of information, and analyzed in detail: "Suo Tianzong is only six feet long. , the weapon used is the ring-shou knife, and you can consider making a fuss about the length of the weapon. Liang Xiuwen used two sledgehammers, which are somewhat similar to today's Sun Qian. .These two are innate masters, and we must be careful when the time comes to protect their internal strength..."

Lin Lesheng, who came together, performed well. With his ability to collect information, he won two games in a row and entered the top 32. Although his strength is limited and he cannot go further, he can still be regarded as an extraordinary performance. Now that he has been eliminated, his biggest wish is It is possible to watch Qi Yang win the first prize.

Just as he was about to arrive at the post house where he was staying, a tall man in a blue shirt suddenly appeared: "Mr. Qi, please stay."

Lin Lesheng recognized that this was the General Manager of the Hu Clan who had just abstained from surrendering to Suo Tianzong in the afternoon, and immediately became vigilant, drew his long knife out of its sheath and blocked it in front of Qi Yang: "What's the matter?"

The young man glanced coldly at Lin Lesheng's knife, raised his head and said to Qi Yang, "Mr. Qi should have got the news. If you beat Suo Tianzong tomorrow, you should meet Liang Xiuwen in the final——Liang Xiuwen is superb in martial arts. Thoughtful, difficult to deal with."

Qi Yang couldn't figure out what his purpose was in stopping him, so he hummed casually and raised his foot to leave.

The young man's faint voice sounded beside his ears: "It's a good thing to be thoughtful, but sometimes...it's not good to be too careful, don't you think, Mr. Qi?"

Then he took a deep look at him, turned around and walked away quickly.

Lin Lesheng withdrew his long sword in a "swipe--" with a puzzled look on his face: "What does this person mean?"

Qi Yang shook his head, feeling that there seemed to be a flash of inspiration in his mind, and then disappeared soon.

**

On the second day of the Martial Arts Competition, the sky turned cloudy, and a gust of autumn wind blew up a lot of golden fallen leaves.

Although the weather was bad, the third floor of the martial arts arena was full of people, all of them were waiting to watch the three most exciting matches of the day.

"Brother Wang." Fatty Wu squeezed in out of breath, and smiled honestly at Fan Wang, who was dressed in thin clothes and looked like a fairy: "Sorry for being late, I was selling tickets just now, it took a while."

"Oh?" Fanzi Wang was surprised. He didn't expect Fatty Wu to be quite discerning. After all, after several fights yesterday, the ticket prices for the semi-finals and finals have doubled: "But it's not that you are not allowed to resell tickets at the gate. Tickets?"

Fatty Wu laughed and said, "I sold the tickets in my incense powder shop and jewelry shop, and they will be gone within half an hour."

While speaking, he pointed to the beautiful girls on the other side of the stand: "Those are all my customers, and the business is very good."

Just as he was speaking, the small door opened, and a handsome young man in red and black armor rode his horse into the arena, and a handsome young man in white horse and silver armor came out from the opposite side.

Suddenly there was a violent commotion in the stands that Fatty Wu was pointing at.

"Ahhhh Qi Lang! It's me! Li Yuniang! Today's Qi Lang is still so graceful!"

"Woooo, little general Suo is really annoying, Zaizai, let's look up at mother!"

……

Fan King: ... I lost.

Not to mention the excitement of the female guests in the arena, Qi Yang looked at the immature face in front of him, probably not only a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy with a baby face, but for some reason he thought of the raccoon slave who was far away in the capital.

...It's almost hard to do anything.

Little General Suo Baozi's face was serious, and he opened his mouth in a childish voice: "Don't underestimate me, the last general is already in his twenties."

Qi Yang: ... Are you kidding me?

Although it is still difficult to say anything, but Suo Tianzong is famous, Qi Yang Wanwan dare not look down on him because of his appearance, and greeted him with a serious expression: "Qi must do his best."

The whistle sounded quickly, and the commotion in the venue gradually subsided, and everyone held their breath.

Suo Tianzong's round almond eyes were on fire, and with a movement of his hand, he had already drawn out a long, narrow knife about ten feet long with a single edge.

This is the legendary Ring Shou Dao that cuts iron like mud and kills without blood!

Qi Yang clenched the handle of the gun in his hand for an instant, with a fierce fighting intent in his heart.

The two confronted each other for a moment, and the audience felt that a blur suddenly appeared in front of their eyes, and the figures of two war horses, one black and one white, somehow overlapped together. After two crisp "clang" and "clang", they had separated for dozens of times. Husband.

With a sound of "Ding--", half of the silver armor on Suo Tianzong's shoulder suddenly fell to the ground, the fracture was very neat, and a small cluster of tassels fluttered from the tip of Qi Yang Hongying's spear, and fell to the ground.

In less than a breath of time, these two have already fought several times!

The scene returned to a stagnant state again. The two tried several times, only to hear the swords meet, and "ding ding dong dong" was heard endlessly. After two quarters of an hour, the two people in the field were still vigilantly facing each other, unable to tell the difference between high and low. .

The audience in the arena gradually became restless.

This is endless, when will it be the head!

However, at this moment, the situation on the field changed instantly.

"Good skill! Why don't you do something real!" Suo Tianzong became more and more excited, his eyes changed, he slapped the saddle, flew into the air, and attacked Qi Yang with his body.

Seeing this, Qi Yang laughed loudly: "Everyone!" Then he turned around and flew away.

Suo Tian saw that Qi Yang was ready to fight, his scalp became numb with excitement, his hands moved subtly, his pupils shrank, and a treasured knife suddenly danced imperceptibly, only locking up all of Qi Yang's flaws!

Left, no, right, no, up, same no.

Qi Yang's whole body was instantly enveloped by a circle of sword shadows, and the range was still gradually shrinking!

"This is General Suo's signature skill. Attaching internal force to the body of the knife can greatly increase the speed of the knife." An enthusiastic audience saw this and said excitedly: "This move has never been seen in previous competitions. It seems that this Mr. Qi Ba is indeed a formidable enemy!"

Pressing every step of the way, no matter how you move, you can't escape the shadow of the knife. All whereabouts have been sealed tightly by Suo Tianzong's sharp knife. Qi Yang's feet suddenly stopped, as if his movements were slow. It was almost brushed by the edge of the ring head knife.

It's not Lang's reputation to be sharp, and a splash of blood immediately appeared on the sand and gravel around him.

"Ahhhhh Qi Lang! My Qi Lang is bleeding!" A group of girls burst into tears in the stands.

Suo Tianzong was at the end of his strength at this time, his unique move required a lot of internal energy, and he could only last half a stick of incense time at most. Seeing that Qi Yang's right hand holding the gun was injured, he went all out and prepared to end the battle with the last move.

Shouting in a deep voice, the ring knife slashed across Qi Yang's abdomen from a very tricky corner.

Become!

Just when Suo Tianzong was full of confidence and was about to win the match, Qi Yang suddenly leaned up at an extremely incredible angle, holding the silver gun upside down, and hit the ground suddenly, as if there were nails growing on his feet!

A piece of fine sand was shaken up on the ground, and there was a palm-deep hole where the gun handle had been touched.

Before everyone could exclaim in surprise, they saw Qi Yang's body strangely flying out parallel to the ground, and immediately pointing his toes, flipping the silver spear in his hand, he turned his defense into an attack, and rushed towards Suo Tian.

There was an instant uproar in the audience.

"That's right! Mr. Qi played it beautifully!" The knowledgeable audience suddenly realized: "Mr. Qi's injury was intentional, and he wanted to show a loophole to induce General Suo to make the final blow with all his strength. He can successfully break through from below!"

Just as he was speaking, Qi Yang flicked the tip of his spear, and the autumn wind rolled up layers of golden fallen leaves, instantly covering the two people in the field.

After a while, the leaves slowly fell, and two figures, one black and one white, stood in the middle of the field. The silver gun in Qi Yang's hand was still pressed against Suo Tianzong's heart, and Suo Tianzong's ring knife was still far away from Qi Yang's throat. an inch.

Everyone seemed to have not reacted yet, and the entire martial arts arena was eerily quiet.

Until Suo Tianzong spoke suddenly, a childish voice drifted into everyone's ears.

"You are very strong, you will lose at the end."

At this moment, the gong sounded "boom", and the soldiers under the entry list outside the venue were dipped in cinnabar, and continued to draw along the winding red line in front of Qi Yang's name, pointing straight to the center!

"President Zou Jiaying, Qi Yang, win! Enter the final!"

**

As soon as Qi Yang got off the stage, Lin Lesheng rushed to meet him, his eyes were red: "Qi Yang, your arm..."

After waving his hands, Qi Yang sat down on the bench for the contestants to take a nap, and pulled off the sleeve on his right arm. Lin Lesheng couldn't help but gasped.

Even though Qi Yang did that on purpose, the knife wound was real, and it was hard to see it in the red clothes. After taking off the sleeves, Qi Qi had a wound that was bruised and bleeding profusely, which looked a bit terrifying.

"Let me blow it up for you."

Lin Lesheng frowned, and after wrapping up gently, he saw a lot of people passing by from a distance, and the next match should be over.

"Sure enough, the finalists are Liang Xiuwen and Qi Yang. Who do you think will win out of these two?"

"It's probably because Liang Xiuwen didn't run away. Didn't Qi Yang hurt his right hand? Besides, Liang Xiuwen's opponent just now had no intention of fighting, and he conceded after a few hits. It's incomparable to Suo Tianzong Qi Yang's match in the morning."

"Tsk tsk, it's hard to pass five trials and kill six generals, how unwilling to be in the final..."

As the voice gradually faded away, Lin Lesheng persuaded softly: "Don't listen to their nonsense. Be careful in the afternoon, so that the green hills are left without worrying about no firewood."

be careful...

Hearing this, Qi Yang suddenly remembered the general manager of the Hu family camp who had talked to him for no reason last night.

Entering the quarter-finals but suddenly abstaining, Shangfeng, who was clearly in the same camp, called him by his full name, and emphasized to him like "too meticulous is not good", could it be that...

In an instant, the fleeting light in Qi Yang's mind returned.

**

In the afternoon, the cloud cleared, the sky cleared up, and the atmosphere in the Martial Arts Field reached its climax in several days.

"Buy it and leave it! Buy it and leave it!" The banker of the casino even opened the market directly in the field: "Don't come again when the opportunity is not lost!"

Fan Wang, who had already invested all his spare money in Qi Yang, felt uneasy in his heart.

The gong sounded, and amidst the shouts of "Quiet—" from the roll call soldiers, the figures of two knights appeared in the arena.

After Fan Wang saw one of them clearly, his eyes went dark and his heart skipped a beat.

It’s over.

Qi Yang didn't change his clothes, the white bandage on his right arm was very eye-catching, the silver gun was not held in the palm of his right hand like in the past few days, but was quietly held in his left hand.

But in these two days of competition, everyone can see clearly.

Qi Yang is right-handed, and he has never seen him use his left hand to wield a gun.

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Brother Yang is not really stupid.

I'm going to be high tomorrow, I'm a little excited when I think about it, oh

The prototype of Suo Baobao's Huan Shou Knife is the famous Han Dynasty Baodao Huan Shou Knife, which is super sharp and very handsome.

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