"Do you just want to die?"
Sun Zhengping did not immediately become furious, but wiped the blood on his sword blade with his finger, looked at Zhou Heng and lightly laughed, "You're very good, very Courageous enough to actually come up here."
"You've invited me so sincerely, how could I not come up here?" Zhou Heng also laughed and smiled, "I can't let you kneel down in the ring and beg me to go up there."
"I really want to rip your mouth off with my sword." Sun Zhengping's face darkened as he coldly snorted, "Do it, I'll give you a chance to do it, otherwise, you might not even be able to get out of the sword None of them."
At this moment, the onlookers under the ring were holding their breath, gawking at the two men on stage, estimating in their hearts that Zhou Heng could survive A few moves.
No one felt that Zhou Heng could win.
The strength Sun Zhengping had shown just now was really too powerful, even a Ninth Grade martial artist was no match for him, let alone Zhou Heng, who had yet to enter the grade! An apprentice?
Even if the talent was high, it couldn't be done until it was transformed into true strength.
Could he still learn the Thirteen Swords of Autumn Rain on the spot?
It was clearly impossible.
Wang Qingqing, who was sitting on the high platform, smiled coquettishly and gazed at Zhou Heng, as if she was examining something.
Suddenly, she said to the king beside her, "This little brother is also indeed very courageous, if he can really win, father will make him a temporary How about mentioning twenty taels for the guards' pay?"
"Huh?" The king was first stunned at the news, then he nodded repeatedly and smiled, "Yes, of course, such a brave little brother should take more Some ah, haha."
Zhou Heng's ears on the ring moved, and when he heard Wang Qingqing's words, he was filled with joy and smiled intensely.
Twenty taels ah, this was a direct doubling of the original pay, it was almost to his yearly income.
But Sun Zhengping was furious, it was obvious to him that this was because Wang Qingqing felt that Zhou Heng had a hope of winning, and that was why he said such words.
How could this be?
He was furious to the extreme, especially when he saw the smile on Zhou Heng's face that seemed like he was winning.
"Do it! Don't waste time!" Sun Zhengping gritted his teeth and looked at Zhou Heng.
"Then I'll respectfully follow your order." Zhou Heng smiled and took a step forward, striking out with the force of a steel blade in his palm, as imposing as a Rex opening a mountain.
This blade was so shocking to the crowd on stage.
Such a simple move actually tested the martial artist the most.
If one was unable to display the momentum that was bound to cleave the mountain.
Then this blade would be just plain and featureless.
It could be cracked at will.
But now, Zhou Heng's blade was really like the mythical Yellow Turbans holding a divine sword to split the mountain in front of him! General!
Even if there was a distance between them, just standing on the stage watching this blade, they felt an invisible strong wind coming over them and couldn't help but applaud.
And, the speed of this blade was extremely fast!
As soon as the blade in Zhou Heng's palm struck out, his entire body had arrived in front of Sun Zhengping, seeing that the blade was about to fall and strike!
This is the perfect ninth grade blade!
Even if it was cast by a martial artist who hadn't entered a grade, it already had some of the charm of a ninth grade martial artist!
It was precisely for this reason that it was called the Quasi-Ninth Pin.
Faced with Zhou Heng's extremely rigid and straightforward slash, Sun Zhengping did not panic and did not even dodge it.
He smiled coldly and turned the sword blade in his palm, and the sword momentum instantly turned into a rain of swords, as if dense drops of rain had gathered together.
At the same time, an invisible cold air instantly spread, filling the air of this July time with a cool autumnal feeling.
The Thirteen Swords of Autumn Rain!
This time Sun Zhengping was even more powerful in performing this sword technique than when he had just faced his brother!
Only this time, he didn't stab out this dense rain of swords as he did earlier, but closed in on his body and chopped down at Zhou Heng's blade Go! Go!
It was actually going to clash hard with Zhou Heng's knife.
The crowd screamed once again.
Many people were extremely incredulous.
The sword and the saber were originally two weapons with different characteristics.
The use of swords and knives also differed, with swords being long on delicacy and change, while knives were mostly forceful and fierce.
Therefore, when fighting with a sword and a saber, they usually avoid frontal confrontation, and mostly break the opponent's saber stance with a clever change. Thus, he was able to overcome the enemy.
Now Sun Zhengping actually wanted to use the sword to fight Zhou Heng's sword, this was obviously using his own shortcomings to attack someone else's strengths.
Even if the strength of a Ninth Grade martial artist increased greatly compared to when he was not in the grade, the characteristics of the sword itself would not change, and using it to fight the sword head-on would definitely be Eat the loss.
It's clearly not wise to play this way.
There was only one reason to explain it then.
Sun Zhengping had absolute confidence in himself, believing that even if he used a sword, he would be enough to defeat Zhou Heng, who used a sword, in a frontal assault!
At the same time, this was also an attempt to humiliate Zhou Heng.
A swordsman, who was known for his fierce frontal combat against his enemies, was actually defeated by the frontal use of a sword, his confidence must have suffered a blow, perhaps In the future, all martial dao refinement would stagnate and be useless for life.
"Suffer death! Mudblood!"
Sun Zhengping stared gloomily at Zhou Heng as he thought darkly, "I'm going to pick your tendons and hamstrings off so that Miss Wang will You know how strong I am!
"I'm the only one qualified to protect her, I'm the only one qualified to be her escort!"
He felt as if he had already seen Zhou Heng see the steel blade being picked off in his hand and slumped to the ground, his eyes dazed.
Clank!
The sound of the clash of iron and gold sounded, Sun Zhengping only felt a heavy sword in his hand, it was a clash with Zhou Heng's sword, he immediately operated his body surging The force tried to shake Zhou Heng's entire body out.
But at this time, the knife in Zhou Heng's hand suddenly deflected against common sense and slanted to the left, instantly dislodging Sun The strength on the Masahira sword.
At the same time the next sword move changes and slashes out horizontally!
"Dying!"
Sun Zhengping's sword fell down in his hand, entangling Zhou Heng's blade, then sliced the blade forward, another autumn rain of incessant sword light frontal Stab out!
Straight to Zhou Heng's heart!
This was the killing move front in the Thirteen Swords of Autumn Rain, which spoke of hitting a point in an instant with thirteen consecutive stabs.
Attacking the enemy must be defended!
Then take this opportunity to change your moves and strike again!
Zhou Heng saw this move in his heart, I'm familiar with this move.
So, he secretly manipulated the sword theory of the Broken Sword Style and turned the blade in his palm, lightly cutting out, without the momentum of splitting mountains with force just now, and even the The moves were all very crude.
As soon as the audience saw this situation, they felt it was going to be bad.
Was this Zhou Heng being forced by Sun Zhengping to use up all his moves, unable to resist anymore?
Yu He was even more wide-eyed and worried.
On the roof of the teahouse loft not far away, the masked woman's eyes suddenly narrowed, gazing at Zhou Heng's hand without looking away. The blade.
At this time, Sun Zhengping's sword was almost at Zhou Heng's heart, and he was waiting for Zhou Heng to return to his guard, then he could change his moves . One strike would kill.
Suddenly, he felt a numbness in his hand!
Dang!
The longsword flew up in the air and fell to the ground.
But it was Zhou Heng's sword that somehow slapped Sun Zhengping's wrist.
Sun Zhengping was startled and dumbfounded.
What was going on?
How did you get that slice just now?
I don't even know what's going on!
The shining longsword shines in the sunlight, gradually becomes dim when it falls into the dust, and looks like a shooting star in the eyes of the crowd. To the fallout.
It was too sudden.
The crowd was stunned, then looked at each other, all looking at each other.
What was going on?
What just happened?
This was the feeling of most people, they didn't even see what had just happened clearly.
It only felt as if Zhou Heng had only cut out what somehow seemed to be a very ordinary or even crude slash, and knocked down the long sword in Sun Zhengping's hand! up.
If we didn't know what Sun Zhengping's attitude was earlier, people would have thought it was Sun Zhengping faking it.
What the heck?
People once again looked at Zhou Heng in the ring, their eyes filled with suspicion, what was that slash just now?
That's amazing!
How did such a simple slash, such an unimpressive slash that couldn't even be called a move, achieve this effect ?
It actually caused Sun Zhengping, who had easily defeated the Ninth Grade Martial Artist, to be instantly defeated, almost without the ability to resist!
Unbelievable!
While slapping down Sun Zhengping's longsword, Zhou Heng also heard a long-awaited prompt.
"Congratulations! Defeating the mediocre opponent Sun Zhengping, Lucky Bag [Copper] +3."
"Lucky Bag [Copper]: which is all-encompassing and has everything, you can get unexpected rewards after opening it!"