Datang ancient martial arts system

Chapter 162
"Damn it! That's a big brother!" Yamamoto Jiro said through gritted teeth.

"Oh, you Japan judges size by height?" Yuchi Baolin took two steps forward, looking down at Jiro Yamamoto, and asked intentionally.

"Looking for death!" Japanese people are generally not tall, and Yamamoto Jiro is even worse, only over four feet (1.4 meters). He hates others to say that he is short in his life. Yuchi Baolin is over five and a half feet tall (over 1.8 meters). Jiro Yamamoto was so angry that he was even more angry than his dead brother. He shouted and slashed with a knife.

Yuchi Baolin did it on purpose, so he was well prepared to block the double sabers while holding the spear.

"This Yuchi Baolin doesn't look like his father. He has the same personality." The conversation between the two of them was carried far away in the silent school grounds, and almost everyone could hear it clearly. They themselves thought it was funny, and even the eldest grandson, who was the mother of the world, couldn't help laughing.

"This is the characteristic of Yuchi's family. They are careless and careful. Yuchi Baolin deliberately provoked his opponent. From the very beginning, this Japanese has lost." Li Shimin explained to his wife with a smile.

Things really happened as Li Shimin expected, Jiro Yamamoto attacked furiously and frantically, Yuchi Baolin continued to resist tenaciously, after thirty moves, Jiro Yamamoto consumed too much qi, calmed down, his hands moved slowly, and his qi level was lower than his Due to his injury, Yuchi Baolin used a decisive move to pinch the whip with a gun, and smashed his head with a whip.The battle ended, but Yuchi Baolin was also unable to fight any more.

After losing two games in a row, the coalition felt disgraced. Gao Jianwen secretly scolded the Japanese for not living up to expectations, and after some discussion, decided to let Silla Hwarang Kim Yong-hee fight.

Kim Young Hee is the most outstanding Hwarang of this generation in Hwarang Do, with outstanding swordsmanship, this time he fought with the heart of victory, and walked into the school very calmly.

Luo Shixin looked at the few people who were eager to try, and specially ordered Qin Huaiyu, who was the oldest and most stable-looking, to play.

This battle is more dangerous than Li Ke's. Both of them are in the middle of the prefecture level.

The two met each other, but Qin Huaiyu was better at horse fighting, and slightly weaker in foot fighting. After a hundred moves, he used his 'killer mace' to shoot down Jin Yongxi's long sword.

Qin Qiong is known as the God Fist Taibao!Qin Huaiyu naturally knew the true story, so the two of them had no weapons. Jin Yongxi was still his opponent. He was knocked over by three punches and fainted to the ground. However, Qin Huaiyu had also been scratched in several places by the long sword before.

"Let Tai do this!" Li Tai's blood boiled and he reached for the hammer.

"Your Majesty, I'd better leave this fight to you later, and you will hold the battle." Situ Changfeng said with high spirits while holding the spear.

"That's fine, King Wei is in charge, it's safer." Luo Shixin knew Li Tai's strength, but he didn't know much about Situ Changfeng, so he agreed with him.

"Situ Changfeng of the Great Tang Dynasty is here, who will fight with me!" Stimulated by several battles, Situ Changfeng couldn't wait any longer. With a "poof", the Overlord Spear pierced into the ground, folded his arms, and said proudly.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!" Although Jin Wuwei didn't know Situ Changfeng, he applauded his performance.

"Baekje Yan Yuchuan, come to meet you!" Baekje rode out with a big sword in his hand.

"You want a horse fight?" Situ Changfeng asked?
"That's right, you can admit defeat if you're afraid, so as not to cause any casualties." Seeing Situ Changfeng's immature face, Yan Yuchuan said loudly on purpose, trying to scare him.

"As you wish!" Of course Situ Changfeng was not afraid, and someone immediately brought his snow-riding rouge horse over.

"What a horse!" Yan Yuchuan couldn't help but blurt out admiration when he saw Treading Rouge, which was a head taller than his own horse.

You must know that his war horse is already a rare good horse, but compared with Situ Changfeng, it is like the gap between a mule and a BMW, it is not at the same level at all.

"Kill!" Yan Yuchuan was jealous, brandished his sword, and killed him.

"Kill!" Situ Changfeng lightly knocked on the horse's belly, and the snow-treading rouge horse rushed forward at a high speed. When it approached, with a loud shout, the Overlord Spear swept out.

Yan Yuchuan did not expect that the rouge horse on the snow would be so fast, so in a hurry, he had to block it with his sword.

With a sound of "bang", Yan Yuchuan was shaken off his horse, his sword was bent, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"I admit defeat! I admit defeat!" Seeing Situ Changfeng's spear pointed at him, Yan Yuchuan quickly surrendered loudly, fearing that Situ Changfeng would not hear him, he yelled twice in succession.

"Hmph!" Situ Changfeng withdrew his spear and continued to stand proudly on the spot.

Seeing that Situ Changfeng was still standing and not retreating, the coalition army clearly wanted to continue fighting, but it seemed that they looked down on everyone, and they were suddenly very angry.

"Young man, you are too arrogant! Baekje Buyeo Yong is here!" Baekje Yeon Okcheon behaved in such a embarrassed manner that he felt embarrassed and couldn't help but come forward.

"If you are not arrogant, how can you be a young man? Do you want to be like you at a young age, like an old man, lifeless!" Situ Changfeng said disdainfully.

"You...hum! I don't want to argue with you, but how dare you dismount and fight on foot!" Fuyu Yong asked with a cold snort.

"As you wish!" Situ Changfeng replied, jumped off the horse, patted it lightly, and the snow-treading rouge horse trotted towards Zheng Liwan by itself.

Fu Yuyong saw Situ Changfeng getting off his horse and fighting, he couldn't help being secretly happy, he thought that Situ Changfeng had won just now, but it was just that the horse was fast, he was caught off guard, and with just one move, the winner was decided.

Fu Yuyong is also a very famous figure in Baekje. He is the young generation of the Baekje royal family, the number one master, with great strength, and there are very few complete corpses under the axe.

"Young man, be careful!" Fu Yuyong pretended to remind, kicked his feet, rushed up with a grinning smile, and the long ax drew a circle on the top of his head, and slashed down diagonally.

"Good time!" Situ Changfeng greeted him head-on without any fear.

With a "bang", the two each took two steps back.

"It's so strong, it's actually able to catch up to [-]% of my strength." Fu Yuyong shrugged his shoulders to let his slightly numb arms recover, and exclaimed loudly in surprise.

"You're not bad either!" Situ Changfeng replied, he wouldn't say that he only used [-]% of his strength, after all his marksmanship still focused on flexibility and speed.

"Look at the trick!" It's not Situ Changfeng's character to be beaten passively.

The five tigers' soul-breaking guns, the guns and guns that cut people's souls, are continuous as soon as they are shot, and the plum blossoms are blooming, withering, and reappearing, endlessly.

"Ah!" Fu Yuyong didn't expect that he would be greeted with a stormy attack as soon as he missed the first move, so he could only shout loudly, swung his big ax wildly, and resisted with all his strength.

All of a sudden, the sound of clanging and clanging, like forging iron, rang out densely and rapidly.

(End of this chapter)