Lord of the Desert

Chapter 119

"Handling at noon will inevitably disturb people's cleanliness."

Hong Fan said.

"If the three of you lose, the steward will take you to each room on the upper and lower floors of Tinghai Pavilion, say no, and pay for the meal by the way."

"how?"

He raised his eyebrows and asked.

"That's it!"

Quan Huarong took it on the spot.

Everyone went downstairs in groups.

Not long after, all the carriages parked in the backyard of Tinghai Pavilion were cleared out, but the gate of the courtyard was not closed.

"Since the lottery is determined by Hong Er Shao, then the rules of the competition will follow ours."

Quan Yanghui said.

"Have you ever heard of the Fudo Lei in Yuquan City?"

He is about 1.8 meters tall, with a scar on his left face and calluses as thick as armor on his hands.

Most of Hong Fan and the others nodded.

Not moving the ring is a very famous literary fighting technique in Yuquan City.

Both sides of the competition stand still at a specified distance and take turns to attack and defend. During this period, they cannot move or touch the ground with the third point of their bodies.

Where one party fouls, or loses the ability to fight, the winner will be determined.

"Three on three?"

Hong Lie asked.

"Of course it's not three against three."

Quan Huarong replied proudly.

"Excluding the two girls, there are eight of you."

"So it's three against eight."

The voice fell, and before a few people could reply, Quan Yanghui had strode out and stood still.

"Penetrating the Realm of the Six Paths of the Orthodox Sutra, and practicing the family biography "Futu Jin", who of you will come?"

He rolled up his sleeves, and when he spoke, the scar on his face writhed like a centipede.

"I'll come first!"

Among the eight, it was Yang Yingxun who spoke first.

He drank the most wine at the banquet just now, and he was valued by Hong Fan, and he felt that there was nowhere to release the agitation in his chest.

"Yang Yingxun of the Flying Yan Sect is also a man of the Six Ways."

He resisted Quan Yanghui's gaze without fear.

"I practice swordsmanship in my secondary school. Is it possible to use a sword in Fudo?"

Yang Yingxun asked.

"Of course there's no reason why it can't be done."

Lu Xing, who had a sword on his side, replied.

"Then Yang will be impolite."

Yang Yingxun drew out his saber and stood still three steps away from the opponent.

"The name of the knife is 'Xuanguang', and it is a sharp blade."

The head of the Yanling knife, the back edge is shining brightly in the sun, it is the fourth treasure made by Chu Deshui, the Cui family's knife forging master.

"Humph."

Quan Yanghui snorted coldly, took off a belt covered with bronze round nails from his waist, wrapped it around his right fist, and moved his position forward a foot.

His arms are slender, and although the strike distance is not as good as that of a weapon, it is not short.

The movement in the yard spread upwards, causing many private rooms in Tinghai Pavilion to open their windows and look down.

"Let me go first."

Quan Yanghui said conceitedly, he didn't care about people watching, he only wanted to win.

"it is good……"

Yang Yingxun straightened the tendons of the saber, and said one word, the long saber slashed down at the same time.

In an instant, the light of the knife seemed to arrive in front of Quan Yanghui before the sound.

Although the "Falling Wild Goose Knife" passed down by Feiyanmen is only the fourth level of martial arts, it has always been famous for its fierceness.

Amidst the clanging sound, the knife hit the copper nail, cutting out a large handful of sparks, leaving a deep mark.

The blade was not damaged at all.

"Martial arts are not good, but swords are good."

Quan Yanghui said with a smile.

"Okay, I'm going to hit you in the middle with this palm!"

He turned the copper nail belt to the palm of his hand, and covered it with his palm with full energy.

Although Fudo is unable to move, it is allowed to dodge.

However, Yang Yingxun relied on the sharp weapon in his hand, so he just twisted the blade and crossed it in front of him.

The bronze and the black iron collided for the second time, splashing out bits of copper shavings.

Quan Yanghui took the move casually, but Yang Yingxun's expression changed dramatically.

Taking over the palm with a knife, the latter felt a dull pain in his mouth.

Obviously, under the same level of cultivation, his strength is far inferior to that of his opponent.

[Do not move and the lower plate is locked, it is difficult to avoid unloading, and every attack and defense is head-to-head. 】

Yang Yingxun thought about lightning.

[If you keep at it, I'm afraid I will lose...]

"it's your turn!"

Seeing him silent, Quan Yanghui shouted in a deep voice, not giving him any time to recover.

Yang Yingxun had no choice but to do it.

"The trick I'm going to use is called 'Goose Falling', be careful!"

After he finished speaking, he backhanded and slashed, attracting the opponent to block.

But just when the moves were about to meet, the blade of the Xuanguang blade suddenly deflected, which happened to reflect the scorching sunlight into Quan Yanghui's eyes.

This is Feiyanmen's killer move "Yanluo".

For martial arts masters, this move is not brilliant.

It is nothing more than long-term hard training, estimating the angle of light, and using it to defeat the enemy—the kind that Hong Li doesn't like.

But in actual combat, a moment's loss is the difference between life and death.

The sun was dazzling, Quan Yanghui lost his vision, and waved his right hand in the air.

At the same time, Yang Yingxun has turned the blade, clasped his hands together and chopped down.

This knife hit the opponent's hastily raised wrist.

The sound of gold and iron rose.

Needless to say, the hardness and sharpness of the black iron blade.

The thick iron-inlaid wrist guard was cut straight, and then the Yanling knife pressed into the flesh and ate into the bone.

That's all, not even much bleeding.

"Small tricks, let you pick up some bargains!"

Quan Yanghui gritted his teeth and smiled, his left hand hangs down, revealing only slight cut marks on the bone.

"Is this man's bones made of iron?!"

Zheng Fuqu exclaimed, and grabbed Chi Yiyue beside her with both hands—she had seen many martial arts competitions, but this was the first time she had seen such a ferocious one.

Before Miss Zheng could recover, Quan Yanghui had already made a second palm split.

Still mid lane, still nothing fancy.

The copper nail hit the blade, still forcing Yang Yingxun to groan.

He took two moves hard, and his wrist was already damaged.

This is the difference in martial arts level.

Yuquan Quan's "Fu Tu Jin" is considered excellent in the third rank of martial arts, while Fei Yanmen's "Falling Wild Goose Knife" is only at the fourth rank, the fundamental gap is too big.

In the third round, Yang Yingxun used a straight thrust to feign an attack and changed it to a horizontal cut, but the effect was not as good as that of Yanluo, who split a copper nail.

It was Quan Yanghui's turn again.

After three rounds, Xuanguang smashed three copper nails, but Yang Yingxun's hands were injured, and the tiger's mouth was already dripping with blood.

Everyone can see that the outcome has been decided.

"Yang Shaoxia, enough is enough."

Hong Fan said.

"Young master, I still have the strength to fight again..."

Yang Yingxun replied reluctantly, unwilling to admit defeat easily.

For him, today's opportunity to become famous in Jinhai's top circle is really rare.

"It's okay."

Hong Fan persuaded again.

"Your sword technique is swift and fierce, everyone can see it."

"Today's non-competition is in favor of the Quan family's cultivation method."

He said and motioned everyone to look at Quan Yanghui's feet.

Everyone looked and found that the hard soil on the ground had been stepped into half an inch by this person's feet, and there were countless inconspicuous radioactive cracks around it.

"The strength of those slashing just now has been removed!"

Cui Yutang suddenly realized.

"Young Master Hong has eyes."

Quan Huarong sighed when he saw that his family's three tricks were seen through.

After all, he is a son of a wealthy family, and he is not petty when he sees this, directly pointing out the characteristics of family martial arts.

"Those who practice "Futu Jin", as long as the hips and legs remain stable, the whole body will be integrated like a pagoda of the Buddha. It is not only good at unloading force, but also can increase strength."

When he said this, his tone was very proud.

"It's no wonder that Yuquan Quan's family has so many strong generals—isn't it just a good way to use their strengths and avoid weaknesses when fighting on horseback?"

Hong Fan immediately drew inferences from one instance.

"Next time if I fight with your horses, I have to go to the horses first."

Quan Huarong was taken aback when he heard the words, obviously surprised by the speed of the other party's reaction.

After hearing this conversation, Zheng Fuchu's eyebrows gradually raised.

"It's said to be a fair fight, but it turns out that it depends on the rules to take advantage of this?!"

She put her hands on her hips and scolded.

(End of this chapter)