The Great Escape of Martial Arts

Chapter 224 The Magnet Chessboard Is Like Playing

The bald penman's brushwork changed again and again, and the cursive script in the big book "Huai Su's Self-narrative Tie" was erratic in vertical and horizontal directions, and flowed indefinitely. He thought:

"Huai Su's cursive script is already very illegible, I added cursive to my cursive, sorry you kid can't recognize my own crazy cursive."

He didn't know that Wu Zhai didn't know much about cursive script, even the correct traditional block letters. He only thought that Wu Zhai could control himself first, because he had figured out his own style of writing. In fact, in Wu Zhai's eyes, what he saw was pure It is the way of a weapon, taking advantage of the gap, it is just to attack the flaws in the opponent's tactics.

The bald penman could only use half a move in every move, and the anger in his heart was getting worse, and he suddenly shouted:

"Don't fight, don't fight!"

Open back vertically, bring up Dan Qingsheng's barrel of wine, pour a puddle on the stone table, dip a large pen into the wine, and start writing on the white wall, which is exactly the "Poem of General Pei" , The 23 characters are full of energy, especially the character "Ru" seems to fly through the wall.

After he finished writing, he breathed a sigh of relief, laughed loudly, turned his head to admire the big characters that were bright red like blood on the wall, and said:

"Excellent! In my whole life, this calligraphy is the best!"

The more he looked at it, the more complacent he was, and said:

"Second brother, let me live in this chess room of yours. I don't want to part with this calligraphy. I'm afraid that from now on, I won't be able to write such good calligraphy again."

Hei Hei Zi said:

"Yes. Anyway, there is nothing in my room except a piece of chess. Even if you don't want it, I have to move. How can I play chess quietly in front of your flying characters?"

The bald penman shook his head at those few lines, claiming to praise himself:
"Even if Lord Yan Lu is resurrected, it may not be possible to write it."

Turning to Wu Zhai, he said:

"Brother, it's all because of you that I was so full of brushwork that I couldn't use it. Then it suddenly gushed out from my fingertips and became a masterpiece that has never been seen in this world. Your swordsmanship is good, and my calligraphy is good." , This is called everyone has their own strengths, regardless of victory or defeat."

Xiang Wentian said:

"Exactly, everyone has their own strengths, regardless of victory or defeat."

Dan Qingsheng said:

"Also, it all depends on my wine!"

Hei Hei Zi said:

"My third brother is naive, obsessed with writing, it's not like I won't admit it when I lose."

Xiang Wentian said:

"I understand, anyway, what we're betting on is that no one in Meizhuang can beat Brother Feng's swordsmanship. As long as the two sides can win or lose, we won't lose the bet."

Heiheizi nodded and said:

"Exactly."

He reached under the stone table and pulled out a square iron plate.Nineteen chess moves are engraved on the iron plate, which turned out to be an iron chessboard.

He grabbed the corner of the iron chess and said:

"Brother Feng, I will use this piece of chess as a weapon to learn your brilliant moves."

Xiang Wentian said:

"I heard that the chessboard of the Second Villa Master is a treasure, and it can hold all kinds of weapons and hidden weapons."

Hei Hei Zi stared deeply at him and said:

"Brother Tong is really knowledgeable and memorized. Admire, admire. In fact, my weapon is not a treasure, but it is made of magnets to attract iron chess pieces. Back then, I was playing chess with people in the boat. When the boat was bumpy, I dare not Messed up."

Xiang Wentian said:

"I see."

In fact, Xiang Wentian was a bad person in vain.

Prophet Wu Zhai knew this chessboard was weird, as long as he didn't touch it with a sword.

At that moment, the tip of the sword drooped, and he clasped his fists and said:
"Ask the second master to give advice."

Hei Hei Zi said:

"Don't dare, Brother Feng's swordsmanship is superb, I have never seen it in my life. Please come in!"

Wu Zhai slashed casually, the long sword zigzags forward in the air, Hei Hei Zi was stunned, thinking:

"What kind of trick is this?"

Seeing that the tip of the sword was pointing at his throat, he immediately raised a letter.

Wu Zhai turned the head of the sword and stabbed at his right shoulder, Black and White raised the scale again to block it, Wu Zhai retracted the long sword before approaching the chessboard, and thrust the sword towards his lower abdomen.

Black and white is another letter, thinking:

"If you don't fight back, how can you fight for the first place?"

Chess pays attention to a first move, and martial arts competition also pays attention to a first move. Black and white pieces are good at chess theory, so they naturally have a deep understanding of the way of fighting for the first. He immediately raised the chessboard and threw it at Wu Zhai's right shoulder.

This chessboard is two feet square and one inch thick, it is a very heavy weapon, if it falls on the sword, even if the iron scale is not magnetic to attract iron, the long sword will definitely be broken.

Wu Zhai's body turned slightly, and he slanted his sword to stab at his right flank.

Hei Hei Zi saw that although the opponent's sword did not seem to be a move, but he had to take care of what he was attacking, he immediately locked his long sword with a tilting scale, and at the same time pushed forward.

This stance of "Dafei" was originally defensive and offensive, as long as Wu Zhai deserved this stance, it would come one after another, who would have thought that Wu Zhai would ignore it, swinging his long sword obliquely, and rushing to attack him, the black and white The move with offense in the move and defense only has the effect of half move, only the power of parry, but not the power of counterattack.

Afterwards, Wu Zhai made one strike after another, making more than forty strikes in a row without stopping.

Black and white blocked the left and right, defended the front and the rear, and defended it so that it seemed that even water could not get in. It was really tight, but the two of them broke down more than forty moves, and the black and white defended more than forty moves, and they couldn't escape. Make a move to fight back.

Bald Biweng, Dan Qingsheng, Ding Jian, and Shi Lingwei could only stare dumbfounded. They saw that Wu Zhai's swordsmanship was neither extremely fast nor mighty, and there was nothing particularly ingenious in changing his moves. When the sword stabs out, Heiheizi is always left and right, and he has to defend his own flaws.

Both Bald Pen Man and Dan Qingsheng understand that there must be flaws in any move, but if the teacher can take the lead and attack the opponent's vital points early, then his own flaws will not be flaws. Even if there are thousands of flaws, it doesn't matter.

Wu Zhai's continuous attack of more than forty tricks was based on this principle.

Heiheizi was also getting more and more frightened, he just wanted to change his moves to fight back, but as soon as the chessboard moved, the opponent's sword tip pointed at the opening he had exposed, and in more than forty moves, he couldn't even slow down half a hand to fight back, so it was like this Playing against a player whose chess skill is far superior to his own, the opponent played more than forty moves in a row, and he had to respond to every move.

Hei Heizi saw that the fight was going on like this, even if he did another [-] or [-] moves, he would still be beaten and unable to fight back, so he thought:

"If you don't take the risk today and try to succeed with a plan, my famous name, Hei Hei Zi, will be turned into running water."

Across the chessboard, he swung quickly, hitting Wu Zhai's left waist.

Wu Zhai still didn't dodge or dodge, the long sword pierced his lower abdomen first, but this time the black and white pawns didn't retract their scales to defend, they still took advantage of the situation and smashed towards them, as if they were determined to fight desperately, to hurt both sides.

When the long sword stabbed, the middle and middle fingers of his left hand stretched out abruptly, and pressed them towards the blade. He practiced the magic skill of "Xuantian Finger". weapon.

The five onlookers couldn't help but let out a "huh" when they saw that he was going so dangerously.

This style of fighting is no longer a competition of martial arts, but a life-and-death struggle. If he misses, it will be a disaster of the sword piercing the belly. In an instant, the five people's hands were squeezed into cold sweat...

(End of this chapter)