The reborn general girl is the emperor

Chapter 117
The tip of the spear was within an inch of Yan Qing's waist and abdomen in an instant, and if he went in again, he would stab Yan Qing's heart obliquely.

Yan Qing didn't hide.

Jin Ming panicked and wanted to withdraw his gun, but it was too late.

Off the field, Fu Yunhuai exclaimed: "Dangerous!"

At the same time, Qi Shu and You Fuyu had rushed forward at the same time, but it was obviously too late.

You Fuyu only hoped that Jin Ming could hold the gun so that he would not hit the vital point directly.

Qi Shu is not as optimistic as You Fuyu, the speed of his feet has been brought to the extreme subconsciously, and he only hopes to catch up.

If Yan Qing died in Jin Ming's hands, Jin Ming's life would probably be over.

Among several friends, the most calm ones were Liu Xiyuan and Yuan Luzhi.

Apparently, they were not like the others, thinking that Yan Qing underestimated the enemy and was careless, so they failed to respond in time.

As Yuan Luzhi said just now, Yan Qing gave up his best spear, but took his second best long sword, obviously to give Jin Ming a chance to play, but he didn't intend to let it go.

Since there is no plan to release water, there should naturally be no so-called underestimation of the enemy.

If it wasn't for underestimating the enemy and being careless and unable to dodge in time, then Yan Qing did it on purpose.

Are you sure you can dodge this shot?Or is there another way to defeat the enemy?
Or is this also a different test for Jin Ming?

Yuan Luzhi speculated in his heart, staring closely at the two people on the court with his eyes, and unconsciously clenched his hands tightly, the palms of which were wet and sticky with sweat.

Nothing will happen.

Yuan Luzhi warned himself in his heart, but he held his breath as the tip of the gun approached Yan Qing's heart.

"Chong!"

There was a crisp sound, and the soldiers struck each other.

Just when the momentum of the spear was unstoppable, Yan Qing finally moved.

I saw Yan Qing slightly bent his waist and leaned back, holding his long sword horizontally. Taking advantage of the forward thrust of the long spear, he thrust the long spear out from the space above his shoulder.

Lifting the spear in the air, Yan Qing twisted his waist, the long sword was pressed down against the barrel of the gun, and he leaned forward with the sword, chasing the spear to kill Jin Ming.

However, because Jin Ming exerted too much force, he couldn't undo the force of the forward charge. In addition, if he didn't close the gun in time, he might hurt Yan Qing's panic. As a result, he saw Yan Qing's long sword coming, but he didn't have time to do it. no response.

"Shoot with a long spear, attack the enemy with seven points, and keep three points for yourself. If you use the spear too hard, it is easy to be taken advantage of."

A cold, hoarse voice sounded in his ears, and Jin Ming suddenly came back to his senses, and Yan Qing's long sword was already resting on his neck.

Qi Shu and You Fuyu, who rushed to the sidelines, were stunned on the spot when they saw the sudden reversal of the situation.

Fu Yunhuai opened his mouth even more exaggeratedly, with an unbelievable expression on his face.

Yuan Luzhi finally exhaled the previous breath and let go of his hand.

Only Liu Xiyuan slightly bent his eyebrows and eyes, bringing out a bit of meaning that it really was so.

On the field, Yan Qing withdrew his sword.

Jin Ming held his gun rather dispiritedly, lowered his head, and whispered: "I lost."

"lose?"

Yan Qing didn't seem to understand why, "Isn't it too early to admit defeat now?"

Jin Ming raised his head and looked at Yan Qing suspiciously, but saw that Yan Qing had already stood at his previous position, holding a long sword, and opened his posture.

"Again?"

Off the court, Qi Shu's eyes widened and he asked everyone's questions.

"Come!"

Yan Qing gave a soft drink, and answered Qi Shu's question.

Jin Ming was stunned for a moment, then the light in his eyes lit up again, firm and high-spirited.

With the spear in his hand, Jin Ming opened his posture.

This time, Yan Qing returned the attack.

Compared with the previous method of attacking the enemy by surprise and controlling the enemy with one move, Yan Qing's style of play this time is much more conventional.

The two of them went back and forth with hundreds of tricks, even Fu Yunhuai, who was the worst skill among them, could tell that Yan Qing was deliberately giving Jin Ming some tricks.

But even so, the offense and defense between the two are still full of thrills, with killer moves and dangerous moves emerging one after another.

"Damn it, this kid is so fierce!"

A sudden admiration woke up the five people who were watching vigorously, and they all turned their heads to look at the extra people who came out at no time.

"Although the little general has released the water, I haven't seen anyone who can keep up with the speed of the little general's current moves in a year or two."

Wu Qiuyang sighed in admiration, leaned his elbow on Yuan Luzhi's shoulder without any unfamiliarity, and asked skillfully, "Young city master, who is that on the field?"

Yuan Luzhi shook his shoulders, shook off Wu Qiuyang's elbow, took three steps back, and politely replied: "On the field is a certain friend, the youngest son of the Jicheng City Guard Commander's family, named Jin Ming."

Wu Qiuyang didn't seem to notice Yuan Luzhi's estrangement at all. He just squinted his eyes, rubbed his chin, looked at Jin Ming, who was playing equally with Yan Qing on the court, and muttered: "So it's because of the profound family knowledge! Wu's seedlings are just different from ordinary recruits."

After muttering, Wu Qiuyang asked Yuan Luzhi again, "Hey! Little city lord, is your friend interested in becoming a soldier? I happen to be short of a general under my command, and I think he's pretty good."

Yuan Luzhi rolled his eyes slightly and nodded, "Jin Ming really intends to join the army."

Wu Qiuyang's eyes lit up, but seeing Yuan Luzhi's eyes fall on Yan Qing, he added, "Jin Ming has always admired General Yan as a womanizer, and his achievements are far superior to those of his peers. If he can join General Yan, Jin Ming will definitely be There will be no excuses."

Hearing this, Wu Qiuyang showed a strange smile on his face, and muttered with a smile: "It turned out to be another young man who prostrated himself under the little general's skirt. It's a pity that he came late."

When Liu Xiyuan, who had been eavesdropping openly with his ears upright, heard this, he immediately approached with a smile on his face: "What do you say, my lord?"

Wu Qiuyang glanced at Liu Xiyuan, a little disgusted by his fox-like smile, but when someone listened to his gossip, he put aside his son's disgust, and whispered to Liu Xiyuan: "Recently, the new seal of the emperor Does His Royal Highness King Shu know? That is the former Prince Shu, the nephew of the Holy Majesty, and the only son of Princess Jingxian, Meng Shulan."

Liu Xiyuan nodded: "Yes, I heard that the nobleman left Kangdu four years ago and went to the border of Western Xinjiang to work under Zhenxihou. Later, General Yan was seriously injured and unable to lead the army, so His Royal Highness King Shu took charge of the troops in Xijiang. He is also a legendary figure."

Speaking of Meng Shulan, Liu Xiyuan's tone was full of admiration.

At the same age of [-] or [-], Meng Shulan was already able to command hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses in Western Xinjiang, but he was a little older than Meng Shulan, but he still failed to accomplish anything.

Although Meng Shulan's status was higher than him, it was considered a coincidence, but after Meng Shulan took over Xijiang, he was able to suppress those with evil intentions from acting rashly, which is enough to show his extraordinary ability.

Liu Xiyuan asked himself, if he sat in Meng Shulan's position, he might not be able to do better than him.

Therefore, for Meng Shulan who is younger than his prince, Liu Xiyuan respects him from the bottom of his heart.

But who would have thought that Wu Qiuyang would scoff at Liu Xiyuan's words.

(End of this chapter)