Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 69 Melee

She Taotian forced a smile on his ugly face.

"My dear warriors, today is a day of great joy for our rebel army. We will compete in martial arts for the young lady to choose a brave warrior as her husband."

"As long as you are not married to a real wife, you can come on stage regardless of your status."

"On the stage, the sword has no eyes, and you are responsible for your own casualties. What happens in the ring is in the ring. You must not seek revenge in private!"

"In addition to marrying a beautiful woman, the winner will also be given three hundred horsemen by King Chuang to be promoted to a horseman commander!"

wow...

Everyone on the field was in an uproar. They had never heard of this news before.

It seems that King Chuang is really determined to find a bride for this competition.

Even if it is expanded now, there are only ten horse whistles with different establishments. This time, a big whistle will be awarded at once, which is really a heavy reward.

She Taotian glanced around and saw people's reactions, feeling even more depressed.

Unfortunately, he only has less than half a sentry left under his command.

The strange thing is that everyone knows that he is an uncle, and there is no way he will end up. It's just a pity that Pan Furong, a beauty, took advantage of some kid in the end.

Forget it, let me see how much blood of heroes will be shed in the arena today!

He frowned and shouted.

"start!"

She Tuotian shouted loudly.

Around the high platform, drummers immediately beat the big drums, and the sound shook the whole place.

The handsome young people sitting on the chairs looked at each other, their faces were reserved, and they were not in a hurry to leave.

Off the court, the crowd began to commotion.

Finally, a few people rushed out, kowtowed under the high platform and reported their names, then turned back and ran onto the ring.

These people are all small leaders in the army. They don't really come out to marry the eldest lady. They mostly want to show their face in front of many generals.

Some are even arranged by their immediate superiors to come out specially to warm up the show.

Otherwise, it will be deserted and the king's face will not look good.

Soon, more than a dozen people rushed to the ring, catching each other and fighting at will.

Some used fists and kicks, some held swords and shields, and some went up with spears and swords.

From time to time, someone screamed and was knocked off the ring.

Fortunately, although the arena is high, it is built in layers. If you fall on the wooden platform below, you will not lose your life, but you will lose the qualification to fight again.

Zhang Cunyi squinted to see clearly and shook his head.

"They are all little warriors, nothing to see."

"They couldn't last until the end."

After a while, a few pools of blood were left on the ring, leaving only a young warrior standing there with a gun in his hand, breathing heavily.

He had a knife mark diagonally on his body and was slightly injured. He was considered a brave person, and he persisted to the end among a group of young warriors.

The people around the ring cheered, applauded and shouted.

This is real swordsmanship and real gunfire, and it's so exciting.

How could I see these gentlemen working so hard in the past?

The silent female camp members were just an inconspicuous group in the crowd, and they could not affect the lively atmosphere in the venue.

Chuang Potian is on the high platform.

The leaders nodded frequently and occasionally commented.

Chuang Potian was secretly happy. When he first left Heishan County, the number of small and medium-sized warriors under his command was less than two palms, which shows how miserable they were.

But now it's just a martial arts competition to recruit a bride, and there are more than this number of little martial arts disciples showing up on stage!

The cause of the rebel army is flourishing!

He laughed, quite happily.

When the others saw Chuang Potian smiling, they couldn't hold it back any longer.

A young martial arts disciple is nothing. It is not the turn of a soldier with low martial arts skills to show his face in front of King Chuang!

The candidates for son-in-law sitting on the chairs rushed out one after another.

In the end, three people remained motionless.

One person was wearing bronze armor, with a bright red complexion, holding a long ax at an angle.

One person was wearing black robes and black armor, holding an iron rod as thick as a goose egg in both hands.

There was another person who only wore bright silver chainmail, but two double-headed spears stood up behind him.

Sister Hong lowered her head and whispered in Pan Furong's ear.

"Miss, among the masters who have defected to the army recently, these three are undoubtedly the strongest. I just found out from others."

"The one who holds the ax is called Jin Kaishan, Dacheng Bronze-skin Warrior." "The one who wields the ax is Sun Yibang, who is also a Dacheng Bronze-skin Warrior. Both of them are the masters of the stronghold, and each brought hundreds of people to join the army."

"And the one who wields the double-headed spear is Bai Zijun, the master of the Double Spear Sect. He brought dozens of disciples here. There are rumors that he is a steel-framed martial artist. I don't know whether it is true or not."

"The two in front are both giant bandits with a bad reputation for burning, killing, looting, but the leader of Bai Zijun looks elegant and handsome."

"If he wins, it won't be considered an insult to the young lady."

Pan Furong remained silent, just hanging her head.

Sister Hong was rejected and had no choice but to retreat.

Miss, miss, everyone knows you don’t want to, but what can we do now?

In the field.

Zhang Cunyi introduced it to Lu Ye.

"Jin Kaishan and Sun Yibang are both notorious bandits in the province. They have been kings of the mountain for many years. I didn't expect that they would come this time."

"Then Bai Zijun came from a martial arts school, but he looks gentle and gentle, but in fact he is ruthless. He relied on the Devourer to get to the position. He has a very poor character, but he has the best kung fu and can appear with double-headed spears."

In the arena.

The young warrior saw a dozen bronze-skinned warriors running over.

Among them was the impatient master who was already about to take the stage.

The young warrior wanted to hold on for a few more moves so that he could show his face in front of King Chuang, so he shot the man in the air.

As a result, the opponent twisted his waist and missed the tip of the gun in no time. He reached out and grabbed the barrel of the gun, and his feet were already on the ring.

The little warrior hurriedly pulled the gun back, but where could it move?

They just pulled him casually, and he was dragged over with his gun.

puff!

The man punched the little warrior with a backhand, beating his brains to pieces, and kicked the body off the ring with a casual kick.

The people on the sidelines were in an uproar, some were frightened, and some were screaming in excitement.

I really beat people to death in this arena.

On the high platform, Pan Furong lowered her head in disgust.

Which family has such a bloody contest to recruit a bride?

Chuang Potian had a calm expression on his face. He was a young martial arts disciple. He was as good as dead. As long as he could see who the real warrior was in the ring, although the young lady could only marry one person, he had many official hats in his hands.

It is not a problem for a warrior to be a leader. In his eyes, those masters in the ring are famous generals who will expand and slaughter for him.

It doesn't matter even if the leader dies on the stage, he just takes advantage of the situation to annex the team that lost the leader and turn it into his own core strength.

He had figured it out a long time ago and would never suffer a loss.

At this time, these dozen copper-skinned warriors had already stepped onto the stage and began to fight against each other.

At this level of masters, all of them have achieved true energy, have amazing copper-skinned defenses, and are proficient in moves. No one can tell the result in just three or five moves.

They fought into several groups on the ring, and their destructive power was astonishing. However, the copper-skinned warriors attacked extremely far, and the long soldiers swept away a large area with a single swing.

Originally, the rules of the arena were one-on-one, but when the long soldiers were deployed, other people would inevitably be included in the battle circle.

As a result, the battle group became increasingly chaotic.

There are two who jointly attack one, and there are also those who switch opponents while fighting.

There is also the slippery one that wanders all over the ground without striking.

At first, these warriors wanted to hold back, but some unlucky guy bled. As soon as the smell of blood wafted, everyone immediately went berserk.

They are all masters, who will obey whom?

There is only one young lady, who is willing to give in?

Who wouldn’t want to be married with three hundred horsemen?

They exhaled and raised their eyebrows in the arena, making a sound that shocked the rebels. This was what they were thinking at the moment, so each of them became more and more vicious, using all kinds of killing moves and their unique martial arts skills, treating each other as life and death enemies.

Bronze-skinned warriors kept being knocked out of the ring.

Some had bloody heads, some had their ribs broken, some had their arms and legs broken, and some had their bodies penetrated, with holes in their front and back.

The most unlucky thing was the master who had ruthlessly hammered the young warrior to death. His iron fist that could crush the skull was suddenly cut off at the root, and it was cut off by some god.

The arena was filled with blood, but only two people were left.

One was holding a sword and the other was holding an iron fork. The two were stained with blood and looked at each other with such eagerness that the air seemed to be stagnant.

Suddenly, Jin Kaishan, who was holding an ax on the high platform, couldn't bear it anymore. He stood up suddenly and cursed loudly.

"With these soft skills, are you worthy of marrying a young lady?"

"I will send you back to your places!"

He dragged his ax backwards and ran to the ring with lightning, and his figure suddenly appeared on the ring like a ghost.

The two men were concentrating on the confrontation, and Jin Kaishan suddenly intervened in the middle. Drawn by his breath, the two men attacked at the same time with a knife and a fork.

The fork pierced the throat, the knife slashed the feet, and the upward and downward movements seemed to have been coordinated countless times. Jin Kaishan was immediately caught between the left and right, full of murderous intent.

(End of this chapter)