Gamers Are Fierce Chapter 157: Taylor
The wind is warm and the sun is bright, and the sky is blue.
At the foot of Mount Hao, outside Shili Town, tens of thousands of martial artists gathered.
Emei School, Kongtong School, Hengshan School, Songshan School, Taishan School, Wudang School, Beggar Gang, Shaolin…
All the honorable names that can be called by name,
And some Jianghu gangs,
For example, Shenquanmen, Golden Sword Village, Juwhale Gang, etc., all sent representatives here to participate in the martial arts conference.
Nanling Swordsman, Mobei Hero, Northwest Caravan, Sea Ship Gang,
All kinds of heroic warriors, wearing weapons on their waists and backs,
Or standing on the rammed yellow earth,
Or sit under a makeshift wine shed,
Looking at the high ring in the center of the crowd.
“Haisha Gang Xuanwu Rudder White Deputy Rudder Master, out!
Huashan sent Linghu Chong to win! “
Accompanied by the referee’s shout,
A middle-aged figure in blue clothes fell from the ring, flipped somersaults in mid-air, and landed slightly staggered on the ground.
And the winner in the arena, a young swordsman with a rectangular face and thin eyebrows and thin lips, smiled slightly, put away his sword, and bowed his hand kindly to his opponent, “Deputy helmsman Bai, let go .”
“Good!”
The martial arts people around, shouting loudly,
Today is already the second day of the official martial arts conference, the arena competition, and finally from the previous day’s young generation of knights, knights and women holding swords,
It has become a battle between representatives of big gangs, which is much more exciting than before.
The Wulin Conference was founded more than 100 years ago by beggar gangs, Shaolin, Wudang and other sects and sects.
The purpose at that time was to quell the unstoppable bloodshed in the martial arts,
Choose a nominal martial arts leader to mediate conflicts and disputes between various forces in the arena.
However, with the passage of time, the court is incompetent, the government is dark and corrupt, and the world is turbulent.
It also makes people in the arena who are banned by martial arts eager to move,
The current martial arts conference is more like an occasion for coordinating disputes and distributing benefits——
There are many purposes of learning martial arts, such as establishing one’s life, protecting one’s own life, fulfilling one’s ambitions, being in power, acquiring gold, silver and beauties to enjoy glory and wealth…
There are very few people who are purely for physical fitness and longevity.
Boxing is power, and when you have power, you must seek profits. The major gangs, through relatively civilized competitions, choose the leader of the martial arts alliance.
And according to one, two, three, to divide the strength between the sects and distribute the benefits.
Recruit disciples and recruit more disciples;
Escort the caravan and dart silver;
Purchasing land and hiring tenant farmers;
Watching the home and chasing the suspects;
Even smuggling salt, iron and tobacco leaves, collusion between officials and military.
The world is bustling, all for the benefit, the world is bustling, all for the benefit, so is the martial arts person,
In the past, they solved it through bloodshed, but now, they use the ring competition at the martial arts conference to “civilize” negotiation.
Of course, civilization is only relative,
The real knives and guns are used in the arena. Those who participate in the arena must also sign a life and death certificate.
“Linghu Shaoxia is a good kung fu!”
“Young Master Linghu is good at swordsmanship!”
“Linghu Shaoxia’s Huashan swordsmanship is light and ingenious, just like a pair of swallows flying between willows on a spring day, high and low, turning like a wish, his swordsmanship is exquisite, and has reached the realm of transformation!”
All kinds of touts sounded under the ring. Linghu Chong, the young chivalrous man in white on the ring, bowed his hands a little shyly and innocently, and then retracted his sword and walked in the direction of the Huashan Sword Sect on the east side of the ring.
Linghu Chong is twenty-five years old this year. He has an outstanding appearance and a profound swordsmanship. He is both a big disciple of the Huashan School and a chivalrous heart. He is loyal and honest, heroic and unrestrained. of applause.
I remembered that I pretended to use a move [Cangsong welcomes guests] just now, deceived the opponent’s blade and slashed, and then used a move [White Rainbow] to directly attack the opponent’s heart, forcing the opponent to retreat and fly out of the field,
Linghu Chong couldn’t help but put a smile on his face, and quickened his pace to walk to a modest, elegant and upright middle-aged man, “Master, it’s fortunate that my apprentice is not humiliated.”
The middle-aged man named Yue Buqun is the head of the Huashan School. He is proficient in Zixia magic, strong in martial arts, humble and powerful, and is known as the “junzi sword” in the world.
The two gorgeous women on his right are Yue Buqun’s wife, Ning Zhongze, and Yue Buqun’s daughter, Yue Lingshan.
“Chong’er, your hands are red, let the mistress take a look.”
Ning Zhong saw a red mark on the back of Linghu Chong’s hand, stepped forward, and looked at it distressedly.
“It was just smashed by the deputy helmsman Bai with the hilt of his sword. There is no serious problem.”
Linghu Chong smiled and explained a sentence, raised his head, and met Yue Lingshan’s eyes, his eyes filled with emotion.
Linghu Chong’s parents died when he was young, and he was adopted by Yue Buqun as the first disciple of the sect. He and Yue Lingshan are both senior brothers and sisters and childhood sweethearts. They have no guesses.
Emotions naturally brewed between day and night.
“Cough,”
Yue Buqun seemed to have noticed the eye contact between the two, and coughed lightly, “Chong’er, come over soon to meet the senior.”
Linghu Chong turned his head to look, only to notice that standing beside Yue Buqun stood a Taoist priest in Tsing Yi with an immortal style and a long sword. It was Yu Canghai, the head of the Qingcheng faction.
As the first disciple of Huashan, Linghu Chong was naturally led to meet the leaders of various sects, but Yu Canghai looked gloomy and gloomy today. recognize.
“Junior Linghu Chong has met Sect Master Yu.”
Linghu Chong hurriedly bowed his hand in greeting, while Yu Canghai just waved his hand gloomily, and continued to chat with Yue Buqun in a low voice, “Sect Master Yue, I hope you will think more about the Wuyue Sword Sect…”
While the two were talking in a low voice,
The next fight was held non-stop in the ring,
A young warrior from Wudang competes with the disciples of Songshan Mountain.
The second day of the martial arts conference was much more exciting than before,
The Wudang swordsmanship used by the young warriors of Wudang is flickering, gentle and twisting,
The Songshan swordsmanship of the Songshan disciples is imposing, like a spear and halberd,
The two sides were tossing and turning, and the fight was lively and colorful, which attracted constant applause from the audience.
However—
Boom!
A loud noise broke the immersion of everyone watching the sword,
I saw a black shadow falling from the sky, smashing straight into the center of the ring, knocking out the two young heroes who were fighting on the stage, tumbling and falling onto the rammed loess below the ring.
Who? !
When the smoke and dust on the stage dissipated, everyone with eyes and eyebrows raised their eyebrows, and finally saw the face of the shadow on the stage.
It was a burly and tall man,
He got down on one knee,
He is wearing a dark, exquisite body-fitting leather armor, a cloak on his back, and a mask with two sharp horns on his head, only revealing his lips that are as stiff and thin as a knife and axe.
He wears a silver-white belt around his waist, with a black bat-shaped pattern embedded in the middle of the belt.
Rather than looking like a knight in a night suit, he’s more of a bizarre costume disguised as a bat monster.
The scene was silent,
From the trajectory of the man’s descent, he clearly fell straight from the sky,
But everyone present didn’t see the trajectory of his Qinggong clearly.
Crazy?
Fool?
Or maybe a member of the demon sect who imitated Wei Yixiao, the blue-winged bat king of the Ming Sect?
Don’t he know that there are tens of thousands of martial arts knights gathered here,
Don’t say a martial arts madman,
Even if Wei Yixiao, the blue-winged bat king, comes back to life, don’t even think about escaping from here.
The two young heroes who were blown away by the far distance jumped up from the ground in surprise,
The only remaining referee in the arena frowned deeply and whispered: “I dare to ask you, what is your identity and what is your purpose in breaking into the martial arts conference?”
“…”
A sturdy man dressed as a bat demon, or Lin Yuping Pingzhi, slowly stood up from the ground, his words were eloquent, hoarse and low,
“Love Bateman.”
Bateman?
Everyone in the audience was amazed and puzzled. They had never heard of this name in the Jianghu.
Besides, what does it mean to love?
Could it be that this strange person on the stage is a mad young man for love who madly adore the girl Bateman and wants to find her trace at the martial arts conference?
“…”
The middle-aged referee on the stage groaned, and looked at the leaders of the Songshan, Hengshan, Shaolin and other factions under the stage,
After receiving the gesture, he looked at Batman Batman and said solemnly, “Your Excellency, a martial arts conference is being held here,
If you have an invitation, please indicate your identity and participate in the ring fight in order.
If you don’t have an invitation, and you don’t have a sect’s elders to recommend you, we are not allowed to receive you…”
“Crazy, like gravity,”
The man who called himself Bateman slowly stood up from the ground and said hoarsely, “What I need to do is just a slight push.”
“Huh?”
The referee narrowed his eyes and said in a somewhat unkind tone, “You are not giving me face?”
Betterman still ignored him, raised his chin, looked left and right, looked down at the vast number of martial arts heroes, and murmured: “Every one of you has sins, committing different sins, I can decide who is right, Who should sleep. In the never-ending night, shut your mouth, the only favor, and those who stand in the way are guilty…”
Betterman sang to himself, making the audience surprised and slightly disturbed,
The referee on the stage changed his face suddenly and shouted in a low voice: “I have always treated each other with courtesy, but Your Excellency has ignored me again and again,
It seems that you don’t take me to the Thunder Hand Wen Tailai in your eyes!
Ha! “
The referee shouted, his arms swayed heavily, his fists clenched,
The uniform burst open, revealing the sturdy, scarred muscles underneath.
“Ben Thunder Hand Wen Tailai! It’s him!”
There was an exclamation below the ring,
Wen Tailai is a master who has been famous in Mobei for many years. He is an invincible player in Mobei, until he retired ten years ago and no longer shows his face.
I didn’t expect to host the martial arts conference.
But think about it, every four years, the martial arts conference will hold a series of ten-day arena competitions,
Participating in the ring are both knights and chivalrous women who are eager to become famous in the arena,
There are also heroic gangsters who murdered and stained countless blood,
Swords and guns have no eyes, even if there is the purpose of “harmony is the most important thing in martial arts”,
It’s easy to get really fired up in the ring and cause people to die,
Naturally, it is necessary to invite masters who have accumulated years of experience to disguise themselves as judges to prevent too many killings in the ring.
“Drink!”
Wen Tailai, who had blown off his shirt, swung out his palm, the wind was like electricity, and the momentum was like a rainbow.
A punch,
Just one punch,
The bat freak who called himself Batman hit Wen Tailai in front of him with a straight punch,
The latter flew out without any resistance and fell to the ground,
Two teeth fell out, and the whole face was bloody.
This!
The eyes of everyone in the audience were wide open, and the palm of Wentai, the lightning striker, was as fast as lightning. Ordinary masters would definitely not be able to react, so they could only dodge sideways.
On the stage, Bateman defeated Wen Tailai’s attack lightly.
Pop!
In front of Lei Bei, a wooden table was smashed into pieces by the palm of the hand. Zuo Lengchan, the head of the Songshan faction, who was negotiating with Ma Dayuan, the deputy leader of the Beggar Gang, and Abbot Xuanci of the Shaolin faction, stood up from the chair with an ashen face. Glancing at Bateman.
As everyone knows, the Songshan faction is huge and has a large number of people.
The predecessors of the Beggar Gang, such as Hong Qigong, Dongxie Huang Yaoshi, Western Poison Ouyang Feng, Nandi Duan Zhixing, and Zhong Shentong Wang Chongyang gradually disappeared.
When Shaolin, Beggar Gang and Wudang are in decline,
Shusongshan School is the most prosperous.
Zuo Lengchan, on the other hand, is the most likely candidate to serve as the leader of this martial arts alliance.
At this point in time, a bat freak appeared, which naturally made him angry and annoyed,
Immediately took half a step forward, and with a loud shout that blended with deep inner strength, he said coldly: “Your Excellency is pretending to be a ghost, disturbing the order of my conference, and hurting my friend Wen Tailai,
For what purpose? Don’t come quickly! “
At the moment when the words blurted out, Zuo Lengchan stomped on the ground, and his body swayed up, instantly dodging onto the ring, his left hand pointed outward, and his right long sword swept out to the right, making a stroke of seventeen road Songshan [Straight to the point] in swordsmanship.
The people in the audience have also watched quite a few battles in the arena of the disciples of the Songshan Sword Sect, and some of the moves can be identified.
However, Zuo Lengchan’s swordsmanship is more than ten times stronger than his disciples.
Faster than lightning, I am astonished,
A sword stabs,
I actually ordered some of the most powerful people in the audience,
Inexplicably, there was endless cold sweat from behind,
It seems that just by looking at this sword, he is pierced through his chest by the blade.
Clang!
The sharp interlaced sound of gold and iron sounded in the ring,
Zuo Lengchan’s eyes were wide open, and like everyone in the audience, he looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief——
Bateman, wearing a bat coat, clasped his palms in front of his chest, firmly gripping the long sword in Zuo Lengchan’s hand, not even changing the position of his feet.
Zuo Lengchan’s heart suddenly stopped, and at a distance of more than one meter, he could clearly see the eyes of the opponent’s bat mask,
Those are eyes without any emotion,
There is no warmth, no kindness, or even a trace of numbness.
As if Zuo Lengchan didn’t exist in front of him.
Even the former head of the Sun Moon God Sect, I Xing ~IndoMTL.com~, who ran rampant and made all martial arts sects and sects terrified at the time, never looked at him with such eyes.
However, Zuo Lengchan was the leader of a generation of sword sects after all. When he was frightened and angered, he did not retreat, but instead advanced. Dantian raised the force like a deep ocean, stomped on the bricks under his feet, and stabbed the sword with force.
Sand——
Betterman’s palm, rubbing against the blade, burst into dazzling fire,
This mighty bat demon finally took a few steps back with his sword in his hand.
Unfortunately, these steps back are not dodging, but yielding and waiting.
Block! ! !
Betterman’s left chest was stabbed by Zuo Lengchan’s sword tip. However, no matter how hard the latter exerted or exerted internal force, he was still unable to break through his seemingly thin breastplate. .
“This is a Kevlar material produced by DuPont in the extreme west. The full name is polyparaphenylene terephthalamide. Its strength is five times that of steel of the same quality.
Betterman looked directly at Zuo Lengchan’s eyes and said indifferently: “You lose, you are not wronged.”
Having said that, Bateman violently stirred his palms and broke Zuo Lengchan’s long sword. Under Zuo Lengchan’s incredible gaze, he swept out a palm and grabbed Zuo Lengchan’s neck as fast as lightning. /
Holding up the promising martial arts leader, overlooking the silent martial arts people below, he said loudly: “You are all kidnapped by me.”
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