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Chapter 99 Ninety-nine strokes, you lose
The competition is about to begin.

Zhao Yi held a long sword in his hand, which was an ordinary long sword commonly used in the Imperial Forest Army. Although it was sharp, it was not very lethal.

Jing Jian didn't have the habit of using other people's weapons, and when he followed Xiao Yuhuan, he didn't take a sword, so he casually broke off a long and thin branch from the nearby branch.

Zhao Yi frowned, thinking that Jing Jian was contemptuous of him.

Since it's a martial arts competition, no matter how high or low the martial arts is, respecting the opponent is an upbringing engraved in his bones.

Jing Jian seemed to have glimpsed his emotions from his serious expression, and explained kindly: "I'm not used to using other people's weapons, so you don't have to worry about it, it's just a normal competition."

Zhao Yi still frowned, thinking that the emperor and the queen mother were still waiting, so he didn't struggle too much, and cupped his hands towards Jing Jian and said, "If that's the case, then please ask the guards of Jing for advice."

"you please."

Jing Jian nodded and pointed the branch at Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi pulled the corner of his mouth, holding the hilt of the sword with great strength, and leaped towards Jingjian with great speed.

Like a swift cheetah, it is extremely explosive and aggressive. Xiao Yuhuan hurriedly clapped his hands and applauded, and Su Chengxi couldn't help but give it a high look.

Many people's swordsmanship is extremely beautiful and lethal, but he is different. His sword dance is extremely powerful in speed and strength, masculine and resolute, and his strength is amazing.

Jing Jian raised his brows and dodged Zhao Yi's attack on his toes.

The two faced each other fiercely in an instant.

Xiao Yuhuan watched from the side without blinking his eyes, not daring to miss any details.

Zhao Yi and Jing Jian's speed was extremely fast, several moves had already been passed in the blink of an eye, Jing Jian hooked the corners of his lips as they passed by, and praised softly: "Your martial arts are good, but you want to keep To be a bodyguard next to the emperor, you have to practice for a few more years!"

Hearing this, Zhao Yi frowned, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't be complacent, I will beat you!"

After just a few simple confrontations, Zhao Yi had clearly felt Jing Jian's strength, but this did not hinder his determination to surpass Jing Jian.

Soldiers who don't want to be generals are not good soldiers.

When he joined the Royal Forest Army, he didn't just want to be a small captain, leading [-] team members to patrol around the east of the city every day.

That is not his pursuit, he is ambitious, he wants his outstanding ability to be seen, he is eager to be reused.

So today, he will never back down and admit defeat.

In the contest between men, sometimes just a glance can let the other party see each other's majestic ambition and drive.

Jing Jian pursed his lips and sneered, with pity in his eyes, he said softly, "What a pity, you are too weak!"

"you!"

Zhao Yi was instantly irritated: "Don't be crazy!"

In the Royal Forest Army, his martial arts are already considered outstanding, and he also intends to perform in front of the emperor and the queen mother, otherwise he would not have fought so hard just now, and insisted on comparing his teammates.

He never considered himself weak.

So, at this moment, he felt humiliated.

His eyes darkened, and his attack became stronger, faster, and more powerful.

However, the more this is the case, the easier it is to reveal flaws. Jing Jian's eyes are very sharp and precise, and he quickly caught the loophole. The branch was like a sharp sword's edge, and it pierced Zhao Yi's throat with a sharp cold light.

Zhao Yi's pupils constricted suddenly, and it was too late to back away, so he could only grit his teeth and quickly stab Jing Jian with the sword edge that was shining with cold light. Even if he lost a move, he would cut off a piece of Jing Jian The meat comes.

But in fact, something unexpected happened to him in the next moment.

Jing Jian turned his body in a strange arc, and slid behind him before he could react, perfectly avoiding his attack, and the dry branch was as cold as a sharp sword against his most vulnerable neck A silent reminder of how incompetent he really is.

Just when he felt humiliated, a faint voice came from his ear: "Ninety-nine strokes, you lost."

Zhao Yi was stunned for a moment.

(End of this chapter)