Chapter 297 Learn from the Blade

Lord Bao came to the Zhenting Palace with several people. Zhao Yong found that several of them were good at martial arts. He was painstaking** and had to compete with each other. Lord Bao did not stop him. The first one to play was Dongxia, who fought with Zhao Yong in the right place!

At a glance, Dongxia dodged and flashed to the side. Zhao Yong punched empty. Dongxia saw that at this time, it was an opportunity to take advantage of. The white crane spread its wings, shook its arms, and slammed Zhao Yong's left and right Hua Gai holes. Zhao Yong took a look and made a quick move and did not dare to neglect. He quickly stepped back before dodged Dongxia's fists. Dongxia's feet He made a step and quickly came to Zhao Yong. Before Zhao Yong could stand firm, he flew up!

Zhao Yong saw that this move came too fast. He quickly dodged aside. Dongxia kicked it empty. After just a few moves, Zhao Yong saw sweating on his head. He said to himself, "Ok, Zhao Yong, have been fighting in the south and north for decades. I think he has good martial arts. Why doesn't he seem to be able to do it in front of this man? Hey hey, I met a master. This one is really hidden. Well, I just like it. Take out what I usually learn and use it to see who is better and who is lower! Thinking of this, Zhao Yong's thirteen styles unfolded, and he stood with Dongxia. Martial arts should be practiced every day. Why did Dongxia become famous because of continuous efforts. If he didn't work hard, how could he become famous? It's really unreasonable. The so-called three minutes on the stage and ten years of work off the stage. This is not true at all. When the two men stretched out their hands, Zhao Yong saw that the action in front of him was very fast, suddenly up, down, suddenly left, suddenly to the right. He couldn't grab it, and he couldn't kick it with his legs. Zhao Yong was anxious and sweating profusely. ! As soon as the two stretched out their hands, 50 rounds. The bright-eyed man could see it very clearly. Zhao Yong is not the opponent of Dongxia. Zhao Yong is good at this point. There is a saying in the world that he is guilty of not agreeing to the master. Zhao Yong took a look and it was meaningless to fight any more. He made a false move, jumped out of the circle and stood there and did nothing else. , just gasped, whining, Dongxia, nothing happened, angry, and his face did not change. Dongxia stood opposite Zhao Yong with a smile, "How's it going? Prince, shall we continue to compare?

Zhao Yong waved his hand and said, "I'm convinced. I didn't expect that Kaifeng Mansion is really full of talents, but I've just heard of Kaifeng Mansion's four major catchers, Zhang Feng, Zhao Yun, Wang Yu and Ma Xue. I have also competed their martial arts skills. I feel that they are not my opponents. Who are these people? This martial arts skills are high! I'm convinced!"

Lord Bao was happy, "Hahaha, these are all great masters. Isn't the prince unconvinced? Well, we just saw the prince's square halberd. How about we try your weapons?"

Lord Bao is also painstakingly**. As soon as Lord Bao said this, several knights took a look and saw that today, they wanted to completely make the prince blush. There was nothing to get in his palm, but they may find some self on the weapon. We all saw it. We know that this weapon is very heavy, but We can break a thousand pounds by coincidence, and you can't get any advantage, but as soon as this sentence reminded him, Zhao Yong suddenly remembered that if I compare it with the blade, my weapon is of course much stronger than the palm. How could I forget this? Zhao Yong immediately became energetic again, "Hahaha, Lord Bao's In a word, wake up my dreamer. Yes, I still want to ask for this weapon. I don't know how?"

Where can he call these knights? Just as Dongxia was about to go, the Western hero Zhu Jinyu came over and said, "Brother, leave this to me!" Dongxia looked at the Western man and smiled, "Old brothers are tired!"

The Western man waved his hand and held a fist at Zhao Yong, "Your Highness, I will come to see your weapons, how about it?"

Zhao Yong saw that this person was slightly stronger than the person just now, and seemed to be a little older than the person just now. Zhao Yong looked at it and did not say anything. He came to the center of the venue. First, he did some preparatory activities, and then picked up the square halberd with both hands. With a force, Fang Tian painted the halberd was copied. In his hand, it took no effort. The Western man looked at it and said to himself, that's all, it's worthy of being a fierce general! The Western chivalrous heart said, if I don't use weapons, it is obvious that I don't respect each other. What weapons should I use? This time, he didn't bring his giant sword and looked at the weapons on the field. He was good at using swords, but today the Western chivalrous also wanted to change his taste. Finally, he chose a flower gun. The gun is a thief in the weapon. The gun walks a line. As the saying goes, it is pervasive, but Zhu Jinyu has that in shooting. Some research, followed the two masters Ding Zhaolan and Ding Zhaohui, who have studied art for many years. They not only learned swords. The teacher gave himself a set of soul shooting, but because he used very little, he was relatively unfamiliar, but it was also okay to use it. Although it was a little light, it was not bad, it was shaking in his hand. After a few shakes, the golden chicken nodded randomly. If it is a master of the gun, he can shake out more than a dozen gun tips at once, but Zhu Jinyu usually has some negligence on the gun, so he can only shake out four or five gun heads. This is amazing. After shaking a few times, it feels almost done. "Your Majesty, it's okay, please move in!"

Zhao Yong saw that the other party was ready. Then he pushed and pressed the front. Fang Tianhua halberd pierced the front heart of the Western heroes and arrived with the sound of the wind. Zhu Jinyu knew that the Fang Tianhua halberd was so powerful that he did not dare to neglect it. He stepped forward and pulled such a flash to the side. He was very agile, and then the gun in his hand quickly The ground pressed on the halberd rod of the square painting halberd, took the opportunity to push the big gun flat, and came to push the boat along the water. With a throb, the big gun swept Zhao Yong's chest. Zhao Yong looked at it and the speed was so fast that he quickly took back the square halberd. A gold wire wrapped bowl came and scraped the Western man's wrist with a big tip. The Western man quickly threw the big gun in the air. , his wrist also dodged, and then he nodded his feet, got up, and caught his big gun in the air! The big gun was used as a stick, and it was smashed from top to bottom. Zhao Yong took a look at this move, which was exactly what I wanted. I could make a fire and jump your weapon at once. At that time, you had to admit defeat. I didn't expect that you would make such a mistake. He was happy to see that the big gun hit himself, and it didn't When I was able to change my moves, I suddenly raised the Fang Tianhua halberd high above my head and put it on it. Everyone took a look, this time the Western man must suffer losses. If the big gun touches the halberd, it will definitely fly out. Needless to say, the weight level is different! So everyone is sweating for the Western hero, not for fear that the Western hero will lose, but for fear that he will get hurt!

The Western chivalrous man knows it in his heart and says, Zhao Yong and Jiang are still old and spicy. How about it? Finally, I was trapped. How could I be stupid enough to hit your halberd with my big gun? We are not at the same level. Let's see how I can beat you with clever tricks!

Thinking of this, the big gun and the halberd are about to get close to each other. Looking at the Western man, he suddenly let go of the big gun. He didn't want it. He focused his strength on his legs in the air. The moment the gun was fired, his legs were still at a certain height from the ground. As soon as he stretched out his legs in the air and kicked Zhao Yong's lower abdomen, his legs came out. While Zhao Yong was proud, the gun did hit the halberd, but he was soft and weak and was shaken away by himself, but he had nothing and changed his moves. His legs rushed to his lower abdomen. Zhao Yong saw It's clear, but it's too late to hide. Zhao Yong took a look and it's over. The man's kung fu is only above the man just now, not under him. If these legs are kicked, will it be okay? Zhao Yong is a man. He closed his eyes and waited for this leg here!