Special Forces: I, Crazy Training, Can Be Invincible

When he originally assembled the gun, he was 0.5 seconds faster, and when the gun was put away, the other party chased back the time.

In addition to each target, they were hit ten times by them.

So in the end, it can only be announced that the two sides are tied.

Compared to the tall and strong speechless, the few people on the hidden killing side were also somewhat helpless.

In the organization, although the woodcutter is huge and cumbersome, his marksmanship can definitely rank in the top three.

But is this kind of person who can't win the game?

This was unexpected by all.

"The woodcutter, have you drained the water?"

The businessman next to him stroked his beard and asked curiously, "With your strength, shouldn't it be a draw? When you are training normally, I don't think you are quite fierce?"

The woodcutter looked embarrassed: "Don't talk nonsense, I want to really release water, this game will be a sure loser!"

"That guy's level of playing guns is not inferior to me at all. I believe that in the team, he is also the top one!"

The businessman glanced at the tall and strong side.

The woodcutter said so, indicating that the guy does have some strength.

The young master came up, patted the woodcutter on the shoulder and said, "Okay, it's a draw, even if you didn't win, at least you didn't lose. The next cold weapon, come on scholar!"

"Yes!"

The scholar nodded.

second round.

He Chenguang was on the Dragon Soul's side to fight against the scholar.

On the open space on the side, there are two sets of shelves.

The eighteen weapons above are all available.

Both sides can choose weapons for the test.

Victory cannot be declared until the other side is subdued.

He Chenguang and the scholar walked to the center of the venue, clasped their fists with both hands, and saluted each other.

This is the etiquette of traditional martial arts, the clasping of fists.

But many laymen will confuse the order of clasping fists of the left and right hands.

Looking at He Chenguang's demeanor, the scholar was slightly surprised: "Have you practiced martial arts before?"

He Chenguang said with a smile: "When I was in college, I was on the school's martial arts team. I also participated in the national martial arts competition and won the championship. So I am relatively clear about the etiquette in this regard!"

"It turned out to be the champion of the martial arts competition."

The scholar smiled and said, "In this way, you can be considered a martial arts practitioner. Since this is the case, then I don't need to release water!"

Done.

He tapped on the waist.

Pull out a silver snake directly from it.

Cang Langlang, a soft long sword appeared in his hand like a conjuration.

The scholar stood in the field with a long sword in hand, his breath pierced through Changhong.

Like a swordsman in a movie.

All over his body, his temperament was indescribably free and easy, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Fan Tianlei, who was watching the battle, couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "It's like making a costume movie. Now it's a fight, not a movie. It's so flamboyant, and even hides the sword in the waistband of his pants!"

"He was not afraid of going to the toilet when he accidentally jumped out and scratched his butt?"

Gao Dazhuang glanced at him and said speechlessly, "What you care about is somewhat redundant."

"If people can hide things in their waists, there must be a way to prevent him from popping out, just like safety on a gun."

Fan Tianlei still didn't take it seriously: "A gun is a hot weapon, and a sword is a cold weapon. No matter how strong the swordplay is, I don't believe that he can still split bullets with a sword!"

Now is the age of hot weapons.

Battles are basically machine guns, tanks, planes, artillery.

Few are choosing to fight with cold weapons.

However, in some specific cases, cold weapons are more useful than guns.

Such as assassination, or in a small space, cold weapons still play a vital role in him.

This is also the reason why there will be cold weapon battles in competitions.

As a scholar, the swordsmanship he learns is called the Sword of Death.

It has been handed down since the Tang Dynasty.

After joining the Hidden Kill, he used a set of life-threatening swordsmanship, and cooperated with his companions in several secret missions to successfully cut off the enemy's head.

Solve crisis after crisis for the motherland.

in the arena.

The scholar Jian Feng pointed at He Chenguang and said lightly, "My sword is called life-threatening, and now I am the eighth-generation descendant. Normally, as long as you use your sword, you will see blood. Considering that you are not an enemy, if you I'll be a little bit more restrained."

"Try not to hurt your vitals."

"By the way, in the cold weapon, only the long spear can restrain my sword. If you want to win me, you should pick up the red spear!"

He Chenguang shook his fingers and opened his trouser legs.

Pull out a jun knife from the ankle position.

"Your weapons are useless to me."

He Chenguang smiled slightly: "I brought it myself, this dagger is my weapon!"

The scholar's eyes were full of surprise.

Obviously, he did not expect that He Chenguang would actually use a dagger as a weapon.

You know, in the battle of cold weapons, an inch of length is an inch of strength.

The long sword in the scholar's hand is conservatively one meter long. The dagger in He Chenguang's hand can be as long as twenty centimeters.

"are you kidding me?"

The scholar asked with a smile, "If you want to lose, don't do it this way."

He Chenguang said confidently: "As a special **, my first weapon is a gun, and my second weapon is a bayonet and a dagger. It's just that I came here in a hurry today, and I didn't bring a bayonet, so it's the same with a dagger!"

Looking at He Chenguang's confident look.

Fan Tianlei, who was beside him, was about to sweat anxiously: "Isn't this kid He Chenguang stupid? Everyone reminded him to let him take a spear!"

"When fighting with cold weapons, one inch long and one inch strong, what does he mean with a dagger?"

"Captain, you, do you think He Chenguang is crazy?"

Lu Fan looked at He Chenguang not far away, and there was no surprise in his eyes: "He Chenguang is a human being, and as a human being, it is impossible to carry a long spear with you when you go out to perform tasks, much less carry a long sword on your back."

"He takes out the dagger now, just want to use the jun affairs skills he has learned in the team to win the game!"

"This is the professional quality of a *person!"

He said seriously: "Besides, even with a short blade, He Chenguang may not necessarily lose. He has the confidence to win the game!"

After hearing this.

Fan Tianlei turned to look at He Chenguang with a different look.

It was as if He Chenguang had already won this competition.

He didn't know why he felt that way.

Perhaps, this is the charm of Dragon Soul.

at the same time.

On the arena.

He Chenguang and the scholar stared at each other, as if time had stopped.

The two stepped forward a little bit to test.

Sudden.

With sharp eyes, the two stomped their right foot on the ground and rushed towards each other.

The swinging dagger and long sword collided in the air, creating sparks...

Chapter 533 The Battle Between Cold Weapons

The long and short blades collided violently, creating sparks in the air.

He Chenguang and the scholar moved as fast as lightning.

Just a few breaths.

The two have fought several times.

Take your time.

"Be careful, this is a killer move!"

The scholar's eyes narrowed, and the sword edge stabbed in front of He Chenguang.

He Chenguang felt the chill in front of him and knew that this move could not be stopped, so he immediately tilted his body to the right.

Dangerous and dangerous, avoid this sword.

But right now.

The corner of the scholar's mouth curled into a sneer, and his wrist shook slightly.

The sword body of the long sword in his hand turned strangely, rushing towards He Chenguang's face from behind.