Chapter 111: next

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On Yanwutai, Wei Huan's water dragon knife and Wa'ao stone axe were glued together.
One is a young and simple forward battalion recruit in the Central Plains, and the other is a ferocious and brutal veteran of Xiqiang. Even though Wei Huan's knife skills are outstanding, the actual combat experience is not familiar. What's more, the other party is still a fighter who can pull a thousand pounds.
Compared to Wei Huan's flexibility, the stone axe of Wa Wa was huge and heavy, like a split without a rule. The stone axe looked cumbersome, and he had great strength. When Wei Huan evaded, the stone axe smashed into the ground, even the stone ground was split A crack.
Wei Huan's physical strength gradually could not keep up.
He is younger, not as strong as Wa'a, so he can't fight for so long, but he can't even get close to the other side except for a color on Wa's face-the other is wearing armor!
This was an unfair battle. Wei Huan had more and more scars on his body, but Wa'ao didn't want his life. Every time he might hit, he scored a little more than one or two points. Wei Huan was scarred.
It's like a cat catching a mouse, and you don't rush to eat it when you catch it, and you won't swallow it until you're exhausted.
This is simply a unilateral slaughter.
Seeing Shen Han under the stage, the "creak" of his fist was about to step forward and was blocked by Rida Muzi.
The burly vulture-like man leaned on the horse, smiling bloodthirsty: "Teacher, you can't help."
Shen Han drew his sword.
"Why? You want to fight me too?" Rida Muzi smiled, her eyes gloomy. "Of course I want to. I will accompany you in the end."
Around Yanwutai, a group of Qiang soldiers were intentionally or unintentionally. Once the recruits of Liangzhou Wei wanted to go up to help, these Qiang people would fight with the recruits, even if it was possible, and it was too late.
On the stage, Wei Huan's vision was slowly blurred, and the pursuit behind him was getting slower and slower. His strength was losing quickly, and he was panting, "can't escape", and was cut to the right by an axe. The leg hurts, but he pressed it and said nothing.
Wa'ai walked in front of him, and Wei Huan had no energy to escape. He saw Wa'ao looking at him from the top, like a butcher looking at the lamb on the chopping board, Wa'ao said: "Huh, it's over so quickly, it's boring. The Central Plains are so weak that even the Qiang can't match one finger."
Wei Huan did not speak, and a large drop of sweat on his forehead oozed sweat, mixed with blood on his face, very miserable.
"You don't worry, it won't hurt," Wa'ai licked his lips, staring at him greedily: "When this stone hits, your brain will fly out, it's beautiful. Unfortunately you can't see it yourself."
After all, wield a huge axe and take the head of Wei Huan directly!
"Wei Huan!" Ma Damei shouted when he lost his body. Before Wei Huan entered the forward camp, he had been brought by him, and his friendship was deep. He wanted to step forward to save people, but was stopped by a Xiqiang man with a knife, and he saw that Wei Huan was about to lose his life.
This is at this time.
After the Yanwuchang stage, there was a leafy banyan tree, even though it was winter, and there was no partial decline of the yellow. Everyone was in front of the Yanwutai, and they did not find out when the individual sat in the banyan tree.
When I saw it, the man was like a shadow of lightning, grabbing the cloth towel tied to the tree and swinging like a swing, and let go in the air. This happened so quickly that she swept down to the stage , Will kick the axe cut off in Wei Huan's head
With inertia, she was both strong and strong, but she was also kicked backwards by this side of the kick. The axe was heavy and sharp, cutting him himself. If he was not strong, he stepped back and stood two steps back. The body, this stone axe, perhaps should be cut deeper.
"He Yan?" Wei Huan murmured.
The recruits of Liangzhou Wei also froze.
He Yan was well known in the dungeon of Liangzhouwei because of Baiyueshan. Why did he suddenly appear here and he was released?
Wa'a looked at the person in front of him.
The young boy in black costume akimbo with his hands on his hips, tilting his head and smiling: "Your Excellency is too fierce. Only if I don't shoot, my brother's head can't be saved."
Everyone in Liangzhouwei's recruits regarded them as a nail in their eyes, and because they had wiped out all the sentries, they had a hatred. Seeing them all had red eyes, the best thing was that Wei Huan was so expressionless, but the teenager smiled and seemed to be fine. Occurred, Wataru gave birth to a trace of interest, as if to find a new prey.
"Who are you again?" he asked.
The teenager in black brushed his hair on the head and smiled: "He He Yan, Liangzhou Weizheng Banner was the first." She looked at Waqia, "Maybe you don't know what the Zhengqi Banner is, it doesn't matter, you just Need to remember, I am Liangzhou Wei first."
"First?" Rita Muzi squinted at her and said, "Just you?"
He Yan seemed to be too short and thin. If Wa'ai and Wei Huan stand together, like vigorous tigers and lambs, then He Yan, who is weaker than Wei Huan, looks like Wa'ai, like chicks and eagles.
"Sorry, I'm late, I don't know what you are doing?" The young man smiled Yan Yan, "If it is a contest, it's a real tragedy not to find me to find other people."
Wa'ao laughed: "You're really talking!"
"He Yan!" Shen Han called her.
"Head Shen," He Yan looked at him. "I've been holding my stomach for a few days, and I can't let it go. I'm sorry to ask the head teacher to calm down and stop blocking me."
Shen Han has nothing to say.
Rida Muzi came to the recruits of Liangzhou Wei, and he refused to let the head of the coach, only the recruits. Among the recruits, apart from He Yan, there were not many who could fight one. Those with outstanding skills and insufficient actual combat experience, those with actual combat experience, are older and less physically capable than young people. He Yan's martial arts are outstanding, and he is clever and clever. He has a great chance of winning.
The Yan Wutai attracted the attention of Qiang people, and more importantly...
He Yandao: "Is there any discussion now? If so, can I replace my brother?"
"you?"
"Yes. I'm the No. 1 Liangzhou Guardian, and beat me, better than beat him," He Yan glanced at Wei Huan on the ground, "I'm much more fulfilled."
The Xiqiang people under the stage laughed.
Rida Muzi looked at her: "I like this person's temperament! Change him!"
He Yandao: "Come here, please carry this brother down."
Wei Huan was lifted away. When he lifted away, he looked at He Yan and whispered: "You...be careful."
He Yan: "Got it."
On the high platform of Yanwuchang, two people were left.
The recruits under the stage watched, all squeezing sweat for He Yan.
In the past half a year, He Yan has been in the limelight here, not once or twice, there are people who really admire her and admire her, but also jealous and unhappy with her, but at this moment, the recruits of Liangzhou Wei are enemies and hope that she can defeat
Waqi, give some color to the Qiang people to let the Qiang people know that Liangzhou Wei is not easy to bully!
The recruits on the stage were worried, but He Yan on the stage was still undecided. She smiled: "Right, I don't know what the color head here is. I'll say it first. It's better to do so. I lose and let you take care of it. , You lost," she thought of the teenager in her memory, with a chuckle, Diao Erlang said: "You have to call me a dad."
At this moment, the recruits of Liangzhou Wei "coaxed" with a laugh.
Liang Ping was worried and proud again: "When is it all, still poor!"
None of the people in Rita Muzi laughed. Wa'ao looked at He Yan somberly, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and said: "We don't need to win a lottery. Compared to three games, the losers die and the winners live. This is the rule."
"Don't talk about life or death?" He Yan said.
"Why, afraid?"
"Not really." He Yan said: "Teacher, throw a steel whip for me, it will be long!"
Shen Han grabbed the longest steel whip from the top of the weapon rack and threw it over. He Yan grabbed it and took it in his hand to play, looking at Wa'a: "Can I use a weapon?"
"Yes." Wa'ai sneered: "But are you sure you don't want to switch to a sword? Whip, you can't kill anyone."
The lip corner of the teenager slightly ticked: "It's enough to kill you."
Wa'ao hadn't pondered the meaning of what she said, and saw that the teenager suddenly rushed with a whip, Wa'ao was stunned, and then he laughed, and lifted the giant axe to face the battle.
The young man rushed to the front, but he didn't shoot. He just tapped on his toes to avoid the attack of the stone axe, and walked behind the Wa'ao. After the Wa'ai turned around, he moved the axe and then sideways to avoid it.
She seemed to take the initiative, but she didn't take the shot, the whip was wrapped around her hand, and I didn't know what she was doing, as if she was circling around the tile, but she had to turn around and run, and the tile was up, and once she lifted her foot, she felt her feet What is entangled on it, can't maintain balance, and falls to the side.
But this big guy responded very quickly. After realizing that he was trapped by He Yan’s whip, he had to stabilize his pace. But where did He Yan give him the opportunity to carry the whip behind his back, pulling it like a camel
Wa'ao can no longer support him. He was already huge and heavy. His two feet were stable, one foot was out of balance, and the other foot was difficult to stabilize. In addition, He Yan pulled it on the other end, and it was "dump". He fell to the ground.
The whip seemed to grow by itself. I don’t know how He Yan made it. Pulling from Wa'ao, the whip easily returned to her hand. Her footsteps didn't stop. She rushed to Wa'ai and stretched out her hand, bypassing Wa's neck with one hand. There was a circle around the tile neck.
Wa Lao subconsciously pulled.
He Yan shouted with both hands----
Throwing stone locks all day long, the strength of his hands should not be underestimated. The eccentric fighter wears armor, but his neck is not covered. Ordinary blood and flesh are also the most vulnerable places. He is not really a steel bar after all.
People in Yanwuchang only heard a bitter "gila-"
Wa's head drooped softly.
"You are not human, you are a beast," He Yan whispered: "So, to kill you, the whip is enough."
She raised her head again, and although she was smiling, her eyes were cold, and she watched the crowd calmly speaking, "He is dead, I won. The victory is divided, the next one."
On Yanwutai, the situation changed sharply.
Fang Caiwa violently killed Wei Huan, such as a cat playing a mouse, and he was unable to make the final blow. It was probably not expected that he would die in the hands of this seemingly weak young man.
How long does it take to kill someone? A tea, a joss stick, or a quarter of an hour?
No need at all.
The recruits of Liangzhou Wei knew that He Yan was so powerful. The pictures he had previously compared with Huang Xiongjiang Jiao were still vivid, but now He Yan is different from He Yan who used to "learn" on the performance stage. When the young man put away the joke, he was cold and cold, and he was so sad that he couldn't be forced to look at it.
She said with a smile, "You don't need bells and whistles to perform on the battlefield. You can figure out them before you can start." Her eyes fell on Rida Muzi.
Rida Muzi looked back at her.
Slowly, the Liangzhou recruits under the stage gradually reacted and excitedly said: "He Yan won! He Yan killed Wa'ao!"
"Brother He is amazing!" Cheng Lisu was caught, and he didn't forget to applaud He Yan, "Beat them all!"
Liang Ping and Ma Damei looked at each other, and the speed of He Yan's murder, even as a Wizard of Heaven, was too fast.
"You guys," the teenager stood on the high platform, looking at the Xiqiang people and smiling, "Will not lose, who will come next?"
There is no one to talk about the Xiqiang people.
She smiled again, with a little provocation, "I know that life as a bet is a bit scary. I did not expect that the Xiqiang warriors who spoke without fear would also have the time to dare not go on stage. But it does not matter, I Dawei Zhongyuan Erlang, who has always been kind-hearted and really unwilling, admits defeat at this point, just like I said just now, call me a dad, and this discussion ends here, how?
"However, who came to call me dad?" He Yan stared at Rida Muzi: "You are their leader, why not call it as you did?"
"Fuck!" A soldier behind Rida Muzi stepped forward and scolded.
He Yansi was not afraid, and said innocently: "Isn't this enough?"
Wang Ba whispered: "It's really happy!"
"She is deliberately angering her opponent," Huang Xiong said in a deep voice: "It's just that in this case, it seems that there is no need to do so."
He Yan's temperament has always been so arrogant and self-confident. In the past, other people only regarded him as a young nature. Today, such a situation angers Rida Muzi, but it is not a good thing.
"I'll compare with you." A voice rang from behind Rida Muzi, "Lord, Barnes is willing to fight."
Rida Muzi glanced at him, seeing no anger, only saying: "Go."
This man named Ba Yan went on the stage of Yanwuchang.
Unlike Fang Cai’s Wa'ai, Pakistan's advice, although strong, is not as huge as Wa'a, and he is older than Wa'a, about thirty years old. He was covered in a black cloak, and his head was hidden in a hood, revealing half of his chin, and his brows were not very clear. The whole person looked pale and weird, like a ghost. His voice was hoarse, like he had been burned by fire, and it sounded like a crow.
Ba advised to walk to Wa'ao, although he was a partner, but he was not sympathetic. He kicked Wa's body off the stage of the martial arts and scolded: "Things that hinder your feet."
Wa'ao's body grunted and rolled down. He didn't look at it. He only said to He Yan: "You have an old injury."
He Yan's heart sank. This man named Ba Yan was more difficult than Wa'a.
Wala is nothing more than a brute who has brute force and does not know how to be flexible. To deal with such a person, as long as he grasps his weaknesses and strikes, he will soon end the battle. In every battle, the most feared thing is to encounter enemies with such a brain as before. He can discover the weaknesses of his opponents, so that every next step will be restrained.
He slowly raised the knife in his hand, He Yan wrapped the iron whip around his hand and rushed towards the other party.
In the game between Wei Huan and Wa'ai, He Yan was an audience. He saw Wa's weaknesses and shortcomings in advance, so that when he played against Wa'ai, he could solve the opponent quickly and accurately. And in this scene, Bardon was the one she hadn't seen before, and when Wa'a played against herself, she was clearly seen by this person.
In other words, Ba Yan knew He Yan, but He Yan knew nothing about Ba Yan.
Under his cloak, there seemed to be a lot of other things hidden. He Yan was on guard. This man was also very cunning and did not collide with He Yan directly. With Fang Caiwa’s lessons in front of him, he kept a distance from He Yan. As long as he waved towards him, Ba's advice would change direction quickly. He was much more flexible than Wa'a, and for a time, the iron whip could not come forward.
He Yan's waist was already painful.
She was injured in Ding Yi when she was in Liangzhou City. Later, he was tricked into Baiyue Mountain by internal gangsters, fighting with the people hiding in the dark, several times, and the wounds that had already been healed were already cracked. This is not counted, and was thrown back into the dungeon of Liangzhouwei. There will be no Shen Yuxue in the dungeon to deliver soup, it is cold and wet, and the wound is about to deteriorate.
When he was just killing the tile, he used too much force, which involved the wound, and it was okay for a short time. After a long battle with Bardon, he felt more painful.
Ba Yun laughed: "Why do you look so bad, is it because of the old disease on your waist?"
He Yan was stunned. The machete in Ba Yuan's hand had already wrapped her iron whip, pulling He Yan's head forward, everyone in the audience exclaimed, Ba Yuan was wrapped in the knife, the other hand The old wound in Chao Heyan's waist without hesitation is a palm.
He Yan took a sturdy palm, but he kept moving. The whip in his hand was loosened and rolled up his face. He was evaded by Bardon's advice, but he rolled his hood off, revealing the person's Face comes.
The two stood back together.
The palm was firmly attached to her old wound, He Yan barely swallowed the blood in her throat, and there was still a smile on her face, looking at the person in front of her, mockingly said: "Huh, really ugly ."
The imperative without the veil revealed his true face. Half of this man's face is good, and he was born handsome, but the other half was burned, potholes, and dark red scars resembling centipedes, growing on his face, squeezing all the features out of place.
Someone in the audience exclaimed in shock.
He was knocked down by He Yan, and before the truth was exposed, Ba Yan's face was extremely unsightly, staring at He Yan's eyes, and wished He Yan would eat meat and drink blood.
He Yan smiled and ticked his finger at him: "Come again!"
Bardon sneered and rushed past.
When He Yanfu moved, he knew it was bad. Fang Caiba told that palm without mercy. Now the blood had been leached out. Fortunately, when she came to keep warm, she changed to Leihou's black stiff suit. I can't see the blood. It's just that I don't know how long I can stick with it.
In fact, the discussion on the high stage of the Yanwuchang was never the focus. The point is to use these three "learning" to gain more time. If no one can carry the Xiqiang's scimitar and become a unilateral slaughter, then everything behind will have no chance.
You have to kill Barbados to have the third game.
The Xiqiang people make good use of the machete, and each person's machete will be adjusted according to their physical strength. Bayan's scimitar tends to be flexible, and He Yan's iron whip is not easy to get caught in his sword.
He Yan's whip went around Ba Yuan's legs, and Ba Yuan contemptuously said: "The same trick, you want to use it on two people, it's too naive!" Let's just go around He Yan, the machete splits towards He Yan's neck under--
Unlike Wa'ao, the beginning of Ba's advice was to go to He Yan's life, and there was no half-truth. He Yan pulled the whip in both hands and held Ba Yuan's scimitar in front of him. Ba Yuan grinned and fell backwards. He Yan couldn't avoid it. He saw the man's right hand coming out of the cloak and drew a dagger.
This dagger is only as long as a person’s thumb and is as thin as paper. It is more like a blade than a dagger. If it is not close, it is really difficult to see. His palms are loose, and outsiders look at it, only when he is The palm was on He Yan's waist, but no one except He Yan knew that the sharp tool in his palm was completely immersed in flesh and blood.
He Yan only felt pain in the lower back, squeezed his fists in a sudden, and Ba Yun’s face was close to his eyes. He smiled and said: "If it hurts, if it hurts you--"
His words came to an abrupt end.
He Yan's clenched fist came between his throats, and he didn't let go.
Ba admonishes to struggle frantically, but I don’t know when the iron whip actually tied He Yan’s leg with his leg. He fled without a door, struggling violently, but the more he struggled, the more he rolled his eyes. Spit blood, and gradually stopped moving.
He Yan was expressionless and pushed the fist in again, confirming that the person under him was breathless and released his hand.
A little iron-like thing was exposed on Bardon's neck, only a little, and the rest was no longer visible, when it was inserted deep into the throat. That is a tribulus terrestris.
When He Yan came, he found it on the ground.
Put some hidden weapons on your body anytime, anywhere, only good and no harm, no one knows what kind of enemies they will encounter, what kind of things they will encounter next, when they will meet, the only thing they can do , Is to increase the weight of living.
She couldn't get close to Bardon's orders. Because Barton's orders had already warned her, the last blow was nothing more than a damage to 800 enemies and a loss of 1,000. But she was better than Bardon's advice. She was just an old wound in the waist with a dagger, and Bardon's advice was now dead.
"You have a hole card, don't you know me?" she murmured.
A moment later, He Yan pulled out the iron whip from Bachen and her body with difficulty, and rewound it back to her wrist. She stood up and wore a black stiletto on her body, which was not as lively as the red stiletto. . She also stood straight, and seemed not half tired, playing with the iron whip in her wrist, smiling lightly, and saying exactly the same as Fang Cai.
"He's dead, I won, the outcome is divided, the next one."