Chapter 53: Fifty-five

Chapter 53 and Fifty-Five: Give the Head
Bao Zuo carried a blunt knife on stage. He faced Teng Liyan who was almost intact, but he was confident.
"You have a big advantage." Tang Luo said before taking the stage.
When Bao Zuo was stunned, Tang Luo patted him on the shoulder firmly.
"Just cut according to his legs, a mere flesh and blood body, which is an iron opponent."
"What's more, your "Cangyan Knife" is so powerful that you just greet him according to his legs, and when you reach the edge of the ring, you will use "Cross Xuanyue Slash" to cut him off the ring."
Looking at Bao Zuo's incredulous face, Tang Luo continued to encourage:
"Don't be afraid, just slash at his thigh without defense. If he attacks you with his hand, he will resist and chop his thigh."
"You haven't seen it yet, this Teng Liyan has never practiced boxing, two arms, like a disability."
Tang Luoxi's smile remained in Bao Zuo's mind. Although he didn't know what advantage he had taken, he was certain that Tang Jiaoxi would not lie to himself.
"The second game, Bao Zuo confronts Teng Liyan, start." Tang Bin raised his right hand and announced the start of the second ring match.
Bao Zuo turned the blade of the "Cang Yan" blunt knife with spiritual power and was covered with Cang Yan, which was very gorgeous.
Teng Liyan can rush to attack no matter who his opponent is.
He leaped up a whip leg and pulled it towards Bao Zuo's head. The whistling wind accompanied by the pure white spiritual power made Teng Liyan fluttering.
Even he himself felt that this leg was very chic, until he saw the blue blade of fire slashing at the base of his thigh.
In midair, Teng Liyan turned around in embarrassment and avoided the knife.
Before landing, the blue blade slashed towards his bottom plate.
It's not over yet! ? Teng Liyan was furious, he wanted to smash it, but looking at the long knife braving the blue flame, the idea was extinguished.
Bao Zuo saw that it was as Tang Luo said. Teng Liyan didn't dare to face it hard. He immediately swept his lower body with a knife in both hands, carrying a "cangyan" long knife like a flexible whip, and chasing Teng Liyan. The bottom plate.
It’s never been like today. Teng Liyan hates that he hasn’t learned any empty-handed moves. He just looks at the other side’s hunched back and both hands holding a knife and neglecting defense. Just pull the blade away for a moment, and the opponent will be caught by himself. The serial flying stars kicked into a pig's head.
But no matter how regretful you are, if it's just if, Teng Liyan, who is all on his lap, will be pushed back step by step until the edge of the ring.
If you can't think of a solution, you will lose. Teng Liyan frowned and couldn't believe that he would be defeated by such a rogue.
You can only take risks. Teng Liyan was lucky in his left knee, intending to give a fatal blow when the opponent was most negligent.
The ring was huge, but he couldn't help but keep retreating. Teng Liyan knew that if he had ten more moves, he would be forced off the ring.
His face was very flustered, but his steps were orderly.
Eight steps, five steps, three steps, right now.
Teng Liyan turned the condensed spiritual power into a "rhino horn burst" and hit Bao Zuo's face, but he didn't expect Bao Zuo, who had been using the Cangyan Imperial Knife, suddenly retreated and jumped. When he stood again, his right hand was holding the blade. .
bad.
This sudden change made Teng Liyan's alarm bell sound, but the "rhino horn explosion" that had been cast could not be withdrawn. He just watched the other side slashing and cutting out a dark red cross knife light, and his own "rhino horn explosion". "Jin Li crashed together.
The strength like a beast's horn is easily separated from it by the blade of a sword, and the tendency is to cut on his chest.
Lost. Teng Liyan closed his eyes resignedly.
Boo.
Tang Bin came to Teng Liyan's side, and waved his hand at Dao Mang. The pure white strength seemed to appear on the arc of his wave. When Dao Mang hit the barrier, it was like milk dripping into a basin and disappeared.
"Bao Zuo, win!"
Teng Liyan only felt that his opponent was particularly shameless, and turned around and jumped out of the ring without even saying hello.
He secretly vowed in his heart that next time he could meet this bastard, he must kick the other side's mother without knowing him.
But how can the loser's belly affect the winner's good mood? Bao Zuo eyebrow smiled, waiting for his second opponent.
Fang Xinghan carried a wooden stick to the stage and said with a disdainful smile: "I've already said that sooner or later, that idiot who only trains legs will suffer."
After all, the wooden stick hit the ground.
With a muffled sound of "boom," the wooden stick actually slammed into the stone ring and knocked Bao Zuo's heart.
"The third game, Bao Zuo confronts Fang Xinghan, start." Tang Bin raised his hand again and announced the start of the fight.
Just as Bao Zuo was about to condense Cang Yan, Fang Xinghan swept in front of him with a stick, and the long stick, which was obviously not strong, sank vigorously with the whistling wind.
Bao Zuo hurriedly put the long knife aside and blocked it with the blade.
Even a long knife without a sharp edge should be harder than a wooden stick, Bao Zuo thought.
The long stick slammed into the blade with great strength. The unshakable wooden stick just split into two sections along the time, but the opponent didn't even have the strength?
Before Bao Zuo had time to be happy, he found Fang Xinghan in front of him with a contemptuous smile, holding the broken long stick in both hands with a knife.
The "spur" that seemed to be teleporting was displayed by Fang Xinghan, really leaving only one afterimage.
The long stick with a broken section turned into a short spear, with a sharp point, and it hits his throat in this way.
"Gudong." Bao Zuo swallowed. He still maintained the posture of holding the knife, because the wooden stick in front of the throat made him dare not move. With his eyes down, he could even see the broken part of the stick clearly. Sharp.
"Fang Xinghan, win." The start is only a moment, and the winner is divided.
If it weren't for being in the ring, this assassinated star would have killed Bao Zuo.
He just rushed to the top of the mortal realm, and in a flash, he was not the enemy of One He. Bao Zuo felt that the ups and downs in life were really exciting.
He walked down the stage in a muddle-headed manner and sat down beside Tang Luo, as if there were a million questions.
"Don't be fooled, he is just a trick."
"It's the same as the previous one. If you are in armor, you can't retreat and then retreat with the sword skill Teng Liyan. Similarly, if you are in armor, this wooden stick will hardly hurt you."
"It seems that the students in the training ground No. 2 have a good relationship. It's interesting how you lost in the previous game and how you will win the next game." Tang Luo comforted.
It can be seen that Fang Xinghan did not practice stick art at all. He brought wooden sticks to the stage, only to use the other way to give back to the body.
This act of venting for classmates is undoubtedly a manifestation of friendship.
But it's too pretending, it must be capsized, young man.
"Just play normally. He is not your opponent." Tang Luo greeted Pang Yan.
From the stab trick just now, Fang Xinghan is a good swordsman, but in order to help Teng Liyan vent his anger, he deliberately brought a wooden stick to the stage to humiliate Bao Zuo.
Maybe he has also practiced some boxing techniques, but how can he beat Pang Yan's refined "Dingtian Quan".
In the arena match, only one weapon can be brought to the stage. The stick was broken and the sword technique could not be used. Fang Xinghan's head was probably given away.
(End of this chapter)