The prince is very fierce

Boom——

The lightning flashed across the sea of ​​clouds like a dragon, illuminating the slightly dim Tai Chi Hall as brightly as the snow.

A few raindrops fell on the cracked white jade floor tiles, but no one paid attention to the weather at this time.

Tread——

The slightly heavy footsteps affected the minds of the entire Tai Chi Palace.

Situ Huyu, a tall man, walked slowly towards the field with a nine-ring knife in his hand, with a bit of caution between his thick eyebrows, but without the slightest fear.

He was the only one prepared by Dayue.

He is the most capable person in Chang'an City.

If he loses again, he will be slapped hard on the emperor's face by someone from Northern Qi in front of the civil and military officials of the court, and the emperor will have to accept it with a smile.

There was no expression on Situ Huyu's face. After saluting the emperor, he turned to Zuo Yezi, who was standing casually holding a sword:

"Qianrenmen, Situ Huyu."

Qianren means thousands of feet, and the name Qianrenmen means trying to be higher than the sky.

The Situ family has dominated the Tiannan Wulin for many years. The sect leader Situ Yuejin and the old sword master Zhu Silk Mountain were both known as the "Sword Master". Even the current sword master Lu Baiming had to give a junior salute in front of him, which was considered a big deal. Yue is the most famous group of people in the world.

Situ Huyu has obtained the true inheritance of Situ Yuejin, and he is definitely not like the Tang family who relied on tricks to get to the top. Moreover, a martial artist's character has a great influence on his combat effectiveness. Even if he is equally skilled, but is impetuous and greedy for success, he will definitely not be able to defeat one who is perseverant and has a calm personality.

Situ Huyu's character was absolutely outstanding, and even Eunuch Jia spoke highly of him. The reason why the princes, generals and ministers present have not lost control yet is because they still have a reassurance here.

Zuo Yezi also became more serious at this time, and raised his hand first: "I have heard about Situ Gong's name as Daokui for a long time, but unfortunately I have never been able to see him in Mobei. On behalf of my master, I would like to say hello to him. ”

Situ Huyu held the nine-ring knife upside down. There was no slightest contempt or restraint in his eyes, he just said calmly:

"If I have the chance, I will definitely go to Northern Qi to pay homage to Zuo Gong."

As soon as the words fell, the gong sounded.

clang--

The whole audience held their breath, and even a bunch of civil servants who couldn't understand stretched their necks.

Song Ji, who had always been calm and unfazed, didn't even notice the coolness of the tea in his hand. He brought it to his mouth and took a sip, his eyes locked on Zuo Yezi.

"ah--"

A loud bang resounded throughout the imperial city.

The nine-ring sword in Situ Huyu's hand weighs thirty-two kilograms and is nearly four feet long. The nine copper rings on the back of the sword can trap weapons such as swords and guns, and also serve as counterweights.

After the explosion, the two stood up from the ground at the same time.

Situ's nine-ring sword is domineering and emphasizes wide opening and closing. It is completely different from Zhang Xiang's Bagua sword. It swings like a windmill blade, but it does not appear clumsy at all. In an instant, it has reached within ten steps.

Choking——

A cold light flashed.

The Qingfeng long sword in Zuo Yezi's hand was completely in everyone's field of vision for the first time. The blade was covered with dense cloud patterns and engraved with two small words 'Chengying'.

The Chengying Sword and Xu Buling's 'Zhaodan' are both famous swords. They were made by famous masters in the Spring and Autumn Period and have been collected by the Daqi treasury. Dayue also searched for them when he broke into Chang'an, but he did not expect to appear again on such an occasion. .

bite--

There was a slight crisp sound.

Situ Huyu ran like a tiger, slashing through the sky with the big sword in his hand. He seemed to be moving forward indomitably, but at the moment when the swords met, they were slightly misaligned. When he got the advantage, he locked the blade with the copper ring on the back. As long as he applied a little force, the sword would break the next moment. The scene of the sword cutting off the head.

Zuo Yezi's expression was indifferent. His sword failed and he was locked. He twisted the edge of the sword and with the power of the sword, he cut off the copper ring and caused a bloody gash on Situ Huyu's shoulder.

"ah--"

Situ Huyu's muscles were towering, and he ignored the sword blade that stabbed his shoulder. The blade still moved forward, in a posture of exchanging injuries for his life.

The people watching around did not even dare to look away. Zhang Xiang held the handle of the knife tightly, and even Eunuch Jia narrowed his eyes slightly, analyzing how to break the move.

Sa——

Blood spattered from Situ Huyu's tense shoulder muscles, and the blade came to Zuo Yezi's chest.

Zuo Yezi obviously didn't want to change his life. He raised his left hand and thrust his fingers through the copper ring on the back of the knife. The blade that was close at hand stopped a foot in front of his chest.

Situ Huyu took this opportunity and hit Zuo Yezi with a headbutt. At the same time, he flipped the blade and tried to break Zuo Yezi's fingers.

As long as Zuo Yezi was struck by this powerful headbutt and failed to pull back his fingers in time, he would definitely be severed by the back of the knife. Compared with the small injury on his arm, Situ Huyu obviously took a big advantage.

When the knowledgeable martial artist saw this scene, his eyes suddenly showed excitement. He was about to open his mouth to cheer, but he froze on the spot the next second.

Bang——

I saw Situ Huyu hit Zuo Yezi on the forehead with a powerful and heavy headbutt. Zuo Yezi, who was unable to block the nine-ring knife, did not even move.

But after Situ Huyu bumped his head, his body shook a few times and he looked at the other person in disbelief.

The stagnation cannot last more than a moment.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Zuo Yezi's mouth, his eyes suddenly became fierce, and he hit Situ Huyu's forehead with a headbutt from his backhand.

Bang——

This time it worked.

The tall Situ Huyu felt as if he had been hit by a battering ram. He staggered back a few steps, his eyes were bloodshot, and two drops of blood rolled out of his nose in an instant.

Tap tap tap——

The whole place was silent. They watched Situ Huyu retreat four or five steps away. He was obviously stunned. He staggered a few steps and fell to the ground. He bounced up very quickly and stabbed the ground with his knife before he could stand upright.

"..."

All the princes and generals in the audience were astonished, and you could hear the needle drop in front of the Tai Chi Hall.

snap——

The tea cup in Song Ji's hand fell to the ground and rolled around a few times. With gloomy eyes, he leaned on the dragon chair.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that although they haven't lost yet, the winner has already been decided.

Yangyang Chang'an, a million warriors, the strongest young man, exchanged a head hammer with him, but he didn't move at all, he couldn't even stand here, how could he fight?

The Queen Mother clutched her skirt tightly, her eyes full of anger: "You are so tall, why can't you stand still? It's really..."

Chen Xuan, the envoy of the Northern Qi Dynasty, showed a bit of contempt in his eyes. He turned his head to look at the silent official of the Ministry of Rites, raised his hand and toasted with a glass of wine, showing his arrogance.

"Are you still fighting?"

Zuo Yezi clamped the long sword in the sleeve cannon of his elbow, wiped off the traces of blood on it, and looked up to the opposite side.

Situ Huyu's nose was bleeding profusely and his eyes were red. He wiped the blood with his sleeve, snorted lightly, and still raised the knife.

Dayue is now the only one left.

You can die here, but you can't end up as a loser.

The Tang family could not afford to disgrace this man, but the Situ family could not afford to disgrace him!

Below the Taiji Hall, Situ Yueming, the Jiujie Empress and other secret guards were hiding in the dark. They sighed quietly. Situ Yueming's face was gloomy and he remained silent.

"ah--"

Situ Huyu's face turned red, and he jumped up high with the sword in an almost violent manner. He completely gave up the opportunity to defend himself and change his moves. He exchanged his life for his life and used force against force. This move was surprisingly fast, and the nine-ring knife in his hand seemed to change. It was as light as the wind, and there was not even a sound of the copper ring clanging.

Zuo Yezi's eyes narrowed slightly, knowing that Situ Huyu was ready to fight, and there was no slightest contempt in his eyes. In an instant, he moved to the side of Situ Huyu, and the ghostly edge of his sword stabbed straight into the left neck.

The sword moved lightly and swiftly. Originally, the heavy nine-ring sword could not guard against this attack, but Situ Huyu twisted himself in the air and dragged the sword like the wind. The blade actually struck Zuo Yezi's shoulder from behind.

The blade was as fast as thunder, and no one could understand how it was struck.

There was a bit of astonishment in Zuo Yezi's eyes. He couldn't trade his life with the madman, so he could only stab instead of pick. He supported the blade of the sword with his left hand and pushed the nine-ring knife away along the shoulder against the blade.

Cha——

Sparks flew everywhere.

The nine-ring knife rubbed the blade and slashed down diagonally, landing on the white jade brick. The ground suddenly exploded, creating a groove of more than two inches.

Zuo Yezi was also shocked by the huge force and took two steps back.

Situ Huyu didn't hesitate at all after the blade fell. He turned over again with the inertia of the blade, and struck down with the nine-ring knife again.

"Twenty-eight-way serial knife, good guy..."

Zhang Xiang's eyes suddenly lit up. He saw the Situ family's special skills for the first time, and he couldn't help but look a little surprised.

Eunuch Jia frowned slightly and said softly: "The Situ family's serial knives are coming in an endless supply step by step. Each sword is heavier than the last. It is said that twenty-eight swords can open a mountain, but no one in the world can resist Situ Yuejin's nine swords. I don't know Situ either. How many knives can Hu Yu make..."

The thousands of people watching in the square seemed to have stopped breathing, staring intently at the two figures who could not be seen clearly in the field.

"ah!!!"

Dang Dang Dang——

As the blade whirled, Situ Huyu's whole body was like a wheel, holding a heavy blade and hitting the white jade bricks continuously. The splashing of stones was unstoppable. If he were in a battle formation, more than a hundred people might be close. Not safe.

Zuo Yezi had no chance to parry. As long as he didn't dodge the knife, he would basically be dismembered and forced to retreat continuously.

Finally, after Situ Huyu struck out thirteen times in a row, the blade suddenly came.

Most of the people in the audience stood up and stared at the two voices in the square, but what they saw made everyone feel cold from head to toe.

Zuo Yezi was forced to resist by the spinning blade. With no choice, a golden rope suddenly sprang out from his sleeve. There was a weighted iron bead on the top of the rope. When he threw it out, he was hit by the nine-ring knife.

Swish--

The golden rope was similar to a meteor rope and was not cut by the blade. It quickly circled the nine-ring knife several times under the action of inertia.

Zuo Yezi took advantage of the situation and yanked his left hand, stopping the spinning blade abruptly. After forcing the blade away with the blade, he kicked Situ Huyu from the side with a side kick, hitting him in the chest.

Boom——

The force of this kick is obviously not small, and the crisp sound of broken bones can be clearly heard.

Situ Huyu let go of his big sword and was kicked out like a rag. He fell to the ground a few feet away and rolled a few times before he stopped. He put his hands on the ground and tried to get up, but his mouth was full of blood. Difficulty getting up.

"..."

The entire Tai Chi Palace fell silent, and everyone was in a daze, completely unaware of the current situation.

Being fucked three times by a kid with a yellow mouth from Mobei, and now he can't even touch the corner of his clothes, so he just lies down like this? .

Manchao Wenwu's breathing was stagnant, staring at the figure lying on the ground, as if he was still waiting for something.

Dayue, lost?

Maybe not yet!

Situ Huyu hadn't fainted yet. His mouth and nose were full of blood, and his ribs were half broken. He was still struggling to get up.

After all, he carries the dignity of millions of warriors in the Central Plains on his shoulders. If he doesn't get up, his backbone will really be broken.

Situ Yueming clenched his fists tightly and remained silent. He could have asked the Holy One to stop the competition, but he did not.

Swordsmen, Situ's family is full of swordsmen.

The swordsman speaks with his sword, and he always wins or dies.

Today, the men of his Situ family cannot live with such shame. If they die here, they are swordsmen, but if they live, they are not.

The people sitting here are all civil and military officials, princes and generals, but the people of the rivers and lakes are the people of the rivers and lakes, no matter where they stand.

They are already despised by the literati and suppressed by the court, but at this time, it is not always the warriors who stand in the front.

The literati can analyze the situation and follow the good master, and the warriors have only one word of righteousness in their hearts, brotherhood is righteousness, and national righteousness is also righteousness.

With the national humiliation in front of us, how can a man of seven feet have the face to live in the world if he cannot win!