lethal arsenal

Chapter 63 Light?

Lin Dong's condition was not very good. After the sixth round, his bones were about to fall apart, and he had a dull pain, especially the position of his left calf, which was extremely uncomfortable.

The affix [Bull and Tiger Strange Power] has the effect of strengthening the skin, but it can't withstand the opponent's slamming.

Of course, he went back in the end, and he didn't spare that kick. Without the breastplate, he probably could have kicked someone to death.

Cough cough, Lin Dong opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, this state is very bad for the seventh round.

"You have finished the six rounds, and if you step down now, you can also mobilize less than half of Yuan Gong's troops. Do you want to fight?"

The herald who was the referee asked with some admiration.

Every ring master is regarded as a leader in the Linhuai Army, and he fights six rounds in one go, and there is not much moisture in it, which is not something that a fierce general in the general sense can do.

The blessing of the dragon energy of the Qing court can indeed stimulate the potential of the human body.

But the problem is that you have to have a foundation. Some people have one foundation and two, three, four, five or six dragon energy. No matter how multiplied, it is difficult to break through the double-digit force value.

Some warriors have a foundation of two, three, four, and after obtaining dragon energy of two, three, four, five, and six, they can easily break through the double-digit force value.

But in Lin Dong's situation, at first glance, it is estimated that it must be double digits, or even triple digits is not out of the question.

Because he has little dragon energy, the dragon energy of seven quarters is placed in the green camp military system of the Qing court, and it is equivalent to the general manager of the foreign committee from the eighth rank.

The size and quality of dragon energy are closely related to the territory occupied by various forces, the popularity they own, the time of operation, etc.

In terms of quality, it is of course the Qing court's current dragon spirit that is the strongest.

After all, the Forbidden City in the north has not been broken, has it?
The battalion officers and generals of the first battalion in the green battalion system of the Qing court were basically officials of the seventh rank or lower.

For example, Ma Xinyi under Zuo Gong's command back then, was considered to be the general manager of the seventh rank.

It was a full three ranks higher than the eighth-rank foreign commissioner, and the gap between dragon spirits was huge. However, under such circumstances, Lin Dong still survived a full six champions. One can imagine how strong his foundation must be.

"How many red-clothed cannons can be mobilized by winning six games in a row."

Lin Dong pestered the ground with a one-legged bronze man, and asked back.

"Our commander-in-chief said that for every additional round above five rounds, you can mobilize one more red-clothed cannon. If a strong man wants three red-clothed cannons, he needs to fight until seven rounds."

The herald said with a smile.

"Let him come!"

Lin Dong raised his neck, his saber eyes looked down coldly.

Wu Youwei dragged the armor-piercing three-pointed spear onto the stage, and the blunt point of the blade rubbed against the bricks and stones on the surface of the ring, creating a long ravine.

Lin Dong's eyelids twitched, feeling stressed.

Even in the heyday, facing this man in front of him, in a real fight, the outcome is unpredictable.

Judging from the strength effect of dragging the gun away, he can also do it with a one-legged bronze man, but it is far less chic and comfortable than the other party.

"It looks like you're seriously injured."

The general wearing a dark golden mask spoke in a gentle tone, reeking of alcohol when he spoke.

"It should be enough to kill you."

Lin Dong couldn't figure out what he meant?
See a joke?
Anyway, let's let out a bad breath first. Lin Dong's arrogance was high when he spoke. Although the calf bone was numb, he could completely bear the pain.

Hearing this, Wu Youwei smiled disapprovingly.

"Being able to fight against a master is what I have dreamed of in my life. I am not happy to fight you like this. Let's have a drink."

Liao Liao's fighting spirit flashed from his eyes, and Wu Youwei threw over a jasper wine gourd.

Lin Dong grabbed it in his hand, and he wasn't afraid of being poisoned.

The green affix [[-] poisons do not invade] is not just for fun, besides, how could others do such a thing under the watchful eyes of everyone.

The strong wine entered his throat, "It's cool!" The hot wine went straight into his stomach, and he drank it in one sip, and the pain all over his body was directly suppressed, not to mention, the exhaustion after the exhausting battle was also swept away.

[You drank a special medicinal wine—— Qian Jin Fang·Tiger Bone Strong Spirit Wine. 】

[Effect: Relieve fatigue, sore muscles, increase mental state, long-term drinking can heal internal wounds, and your current affix efficiency has been slightly improved. 】

Lin Dong threw the jug back to the other party, cupped his fists in return and said, "Thank you very much, may I ask your honorable name?"

"Wu Youwei, from the idea that there is nothing to do when there is nothing to do, the current commander-in-chief is the first to take the position of commander-in-chief."

Wu Youwei grabbed the gourd and hung it back around his waist.

"Lin Yuanjue, I've seen it."

Lin Dong grabbed the big lance, and the bronze man pointed at it sideways.

Wu Youwei stood still, waiting for Lin Dong to attack. His armor-piercing three-pointed spear was fierce, especially consuming energy. He took the defense and slowed the attack, and counterattacked when the opponent attacked.

This is also a strategy he had thought up before he took the stage. Fighting is not just about fighting, it is more about watching and thinking.

He watched Lin Dong fight a few times, and quickly figured out the shortcomings of Lin Dong's moves. After thinking about it, Wu Youwei specially designed this set of fights to get the most out of it.

Since the opponent didn't rush in, Lin Dong had no choice but to go first. The one-legged bronze lance was held in his palm, his right foot was slightly bent, and he kicked hard on the ground, making a crackling sound from the sole of the shoe and the floor tiles of the ring.

With a swing, his figure was like a bull, and he rushed over fiercely.

Wu Youwei grabbed the armor-piercing three-pointed spear with both arms and raised it from bottom to top, making a terrifying howl.

Woohoo, like a magic voice rising from the Nine Nethernesses, a dark black iron suddenly appeared.

Lin Dong's figure hadn't completely charged over, his eyes were filled with gloomy gun points, bang, the two soldiers clashed, and the bronze man clasped his palms on the gun head.

Lin Dong shook his wrist, and there was a terrifying force coming from the end of the weapon.

The snake spirit will be a monster, so I won't mention it much.

This is the first time he has met a martial artist who can compete with him in strength.

Lin Dong frowned, and moved the spearhead held by the bronze figure to the side, let go of the bronze figure's lance with one hand, and rushed forward, like an arrow flying from the string, using the palm of his hand as a knife, to cut Wu Youwei's chest.

His long soldier Chi You Dalian hadn't touched the fire door yet.

Spear skills have improved slightly compared to before. The problem is that the weapon like the Bronze Man lance may be called a gun, but it is actually more like a sledgehammer with a strange shape. At least Lin Dong thinks so.

What he has mastered is no different from ordinary people, mainly swinging and smashing.

To deal with ordinary people, or those who are far inferior to him in strength, they can drop ten times with one force.

It's just that once you meet a master of the same level, especially in terms of strength, you can't gain the upper hand. At this time, using a one-legged bronze man will undoubtedly tie your own hands and feet.

On the contrary, it is not as transparent as a palm knife.

The one-legged bronze man fell to the ground in an instant, and at this time, Lin Dong, who was rushing, had already crashed into Wu Youwei's middle gate.

"not good!"

The generals of the Linhuai army below were all sweating for Wu Youwei, especially those who had faced Lin Dong before but lost again. They knew very well that Lin Dong's style of play behind him was terrifying.

Many soldiers became worried after seeing Wu Youwei lose the distance advantage in the middle.

But in the end, he was a man with no merit under his reputation, most of the generals present knew that Wu Youwei was gifted with supernatural powers, but few of them understood his martial arts roots.

Wu Youwei practiced Wudang Kungfu, he stepped on the Hunyuan Yizi pile, and hugged the Great Pill on his chest, also known as Baoyuan Shouyi Pill Kungfu.

A Hunyuan energy is practiced to the bone, and the most legendary thing is that when Wu Youwei was playing in Wudang Mountain when he was young, he was rewarded with three green dates from a Taoist with white beard and white hair and a childlike face because of his well-behaved life.

He ate two and fed one to the mountain herring.

After that, there was a crazy increase in strength year after year.

The only pity is that it was the second time I entered the mountain to seek to see Taoist Baibeard.

The Taoist just threw down the two secret books, shook his head and left with a sigh, and never saw each other again.

"Your destiny is peculiar. You were supposed to be born with the power of a dragon and an elephant, but after reincarnation, you will be blessed. If you eat all three green dates, you will be the uncut jade of this world, the seed of cultivation. The dragon is the first in water, and the elephant is the first in land. The combination of dragon and elephant can also increase wisdom."

"Now that one is missing, I can't be perfect, and my fate has fallen, that is, the posture of a middle-aged man. In this life, I have exhausted the fate of a fifth-rank general. If I go up again, I will die! If I enter again, I will die!"

This is why Wu Youwei has repeatedly made military exploits over the years, but always violates military orders, makes all kinds of drunken appearances, and suppresses himself to the point where he is only a battalion general.

Otherwise, based on Nanhe Fengbei's contribution to stopping the Nian Army Heavenly King, Yuan Sanjia would have pushed him to the front early.

Back to the point.

Lin Dong swung his saber, broke through the middle gate and chopped it off.

Wu Youwei didn't dodge or dodge, the big gun was still in the same posture as before, and it directly lifted the one-legged bronze man into the air, and then blocked the pole in front of the palm knife.

Lin Dong originally thought that the opponent would step sideways to give way, dodge a blow, and then try to plot.

And at that time, I also happened to change the palm of the sword into a crosscut, continue to seize opportunities, and fight under pressure.

But I didn't expect that this kid was stubborn enough, and he chose the most difficult path to go head-to-head.

The palm knife hit the top of the big gun, and there was an ear-piercing roar.

It's like gold and iron colliding.

The affixes were powerful, and Lin Dong's skin grew a thin layer of cutin, which was hard and tough. When the palm of his flesh collided with the fine iron, the bones of his hand only hurt slightly, which was not a serious problem.

His iron palm cut smoothly against the weapon.

Wu Youwei had no choice but to let go of his five fingers. He didn't want to use flesh and blood to harden the phalanges that could fight with gold and iron.

And Lin moved his palm to take advantage of the situation, and grabbed the dark and heavy barrel of the gun in his hand.

weight!
This is the first feeling of starting.

Then, a shoe upper kept zooming in and out. It turned out that Wu Youwei kicked Lin Dong hard on the chest.

Wu Youwei's body is full of alchemy, he can't maintain a state of great strength like Lin Dong's, but in a short period of time, his strength is not far behind Lin Dong's.

What it feels like to be hit by a tank, this kick is probably what it feels like.

Lin Dong was sent flying.

However, even while flying out, the armor-piercing three-pointed spear was firmly held in his hand.

But at this time, the one-legged bronze lance just fell down, Wu Youwei raised his arm and held the big lance into his palm.

"it is good!"

"color!"

Shouts like landslides and tsunami erupted from the audience. After a few rounds, the Linhuai army was holding back their breath. Their own family kept losing, so whoever would be angry?

This was the first time that the soldiers saw Lin Dong suffer a great loss.

Everyone was almost kicked off the ring.

Holding his gun, Lin Dong staggered to his feet, a smirk flashed across his face, and he said with an angry smile, "Interesting."

Wu Youwei grabbed the one-legged bronze lance with one hand, also smiled slightly, and opened his mouth as if provocative: "It's light."

This is laughing at the weight of the one-legged bronze man.

The two exchanged weapons in the first round of fighting, and it ended with Lin Dong taking a small loss.

However, the second round is about to start.

Lin Dongwen underestimated the words, licked the scarlet blood stains on his lips, and rushed forward brazenly without saying a word.

Kakaka.

The armor-piercing three-pointed spear plowed three-inch-deep scratches on the ground, and the scratches caused sparks to burst out from the tip of the gun.

This performance was much more eye-catching than when Wu Youwei was on stage.

(End of this chapter)