Gamers Are Fierce

The wind is gentle and the sun is beautiful, and the sky is blue.

At the foot of Haoshan Mountain and outside Shili Town, tens of thousands of martial arts people gathered.

Emei Sect, Kongtong Sect, Hengshan Sect, Songshan Sect, Taishan Sect, Wudang Sect, Beggar Clan, Shaolin...

All the decent people who can be named,

and some Jianghu gangs,

For example, Shen Fist Sect, Golden Blade Village, Giant Whale Gang, etc. all sent representatives here to participate in the martial arts conference.

Nanling swordsmen, Mobei heroes, northwest caravans, maritime boat gangs,

All kinds of heroic knights wear weapons on their waists and backs,

Or standing on the solid loess,

Or sit under a temporary wine tent,

Looking at the high arena in the center of the crowd.

Haisha Gang Xuanwu Helm Vice Helmsman Bai is out!

Linghu Chong of the Huashan faction wins!

With the referee shouting,

A middle-aged figure in blue fell from the ring, turned somersaults in mid-air, and landed on the ground a little staggeringly.

The winner on the ring, a sword-wielding young hero with a rectangular face, sword-shaped eyebrows and thin lips, smiled slightly, put away his sword, and gave his opponent a friendly hand, Vice-rudder Bai, I accept.

good!

The martial arts people onlookers shouted loudly,

Today is already the second day of the official martial arts conference. The martial arts competition in the ring finally changed from the sword-holding competition of the younger generation of knights and knights on the previous day.

It turned into a competition between representatives of big gangs, which was much more exciting than before.

The martial arts conference was founded more than a hundred years ago by giant sects such as Beggar Clan, Shaolin, and Wudang.

The purpose at that time was to quell the unstoppable bloodshed of vendettas in the martial arts world.

Choose a nominal martial arts leader to mediate conflicts and disputes between various forces in the world.

However, times have changed, the court is incompetent, the government is dark and corrupt, and the world is in turmoil.

It also makes the people in the world who use force to break the ban ready to take action.

Today's martial arts conference is more like an occasion to coordinate disputes and distribute benefits——

There are many purposes for learning martial arts, including settling down, protecting oneself, satisfying ambitions, gaining power, acquiring gold, silver, and beauties, and enjoying all the glory and wealth...

There are very few that are purely for the purpose of strengthening the body and prolonging life.

Boxing is power, and when you have power, you must seek profits. The major gangs select the leader of the martial arts alliance through relatively civilized competitions.

And according to the first, second and third grades, the strength between the sects is divided and the benefits are distributed.

Recruit disciples, recruit disciples;

Escort caravans and escort money;

Purchase land and hire tenant farmers;

Guard homes and homes, hunt down suspects;

They even smuggled salt, iron and tobacco leaves, colluding with officials and military officials.

The bustle in the world is all for profit, and the hustle and bustle in the world is for profit. The same is true for martial arts people.

In the past, they solved the problem through vendetta and bloodshed;

Nowadays, civilized negotiations are carried out through competitions in the martial arts competition. The loser exits with dignity and the winner distributes the benefits.

Of course, civilization is only relative;

All the weapons used in the ring are real swords and guns, and those who participate in the ring must also sign a life and death certificate.

Young Master Linghu, good work!

Young Master Linghu has great swordsmanship!

Young Master Linghu's Huashan swordsmanship is light and agile, just like the two swallows flying among the willows in spring, flying up and down, turning around as desired, the swordsmanship is exquisite and has reached the state of perfection!

All kinds of compliments sounded under the ring. Linghu Chong, the young knight in white on the ring, bowed his hands in all directions a little shyly and innocently, then put away his sword and walked towards the east side of the ring in the direction of the Huashan Sword Sect.

Linghu Chong is twenty-five years old this year. He has outstanding appearance and superb swordsmanship. He is not only a great disciple of the Huashan Sect, but also has a chivalrous heart, is loyal and honest, and is bold and unrestrained. He has countless friends and confidants in the world, so he has so many people cheering for him in the audience.

Thinking that he had just used a fake move [Green Pine Welcomes Guests] to deceive the opponent into slashing with his blade, and then used a move [White Rainbow Penetrating the Sun] to go straight to the opponent's heart and force the opponent to retreat and fly out of the field,

Linghu Chong couldn't help but have a smile on his face. He quickened his pace and walked to a middle-aged man who was modest, elegant and upright. Master, I'm glad that I have lived up to my command.

A middle-aged man named Yue Buqun is the leader of the Huashan Sect. He is proficient in Zixia Magic Kung Fu, has high martial arts skills, is humble and powerful, and is known as the Junzi Sword in the world.

The two beautiful women on his right are Yue Buqun's wife Ning Zhongze and Yue Buqun's daughter Yue Lingshan.

Chong'er, your hands are red, let me take a look at them.

Ning Zhong saw a red mark on the back of Linghu Chong's hand and walked forward, looking over it distressedly.

It was just a hit from Vice Helmsman Bai with the hilt of his sword. It's nothing serious.

Linghu Chong explained with a smile, raised his head, and met Yue Lingshan's eyes, with secret feelings in his eyes.

Linghu Chong's parents died when he was young, and he was adopted by Yue Buqun as the leader of the sect. He and Yue Lingshan were both senior brothers and sisters, and childhood sweethearts.

Emotions brewed naturally as we spend time together day and night.

cough,

Yue Buqun seemed to notice the eye contact between the two, and coughed lightly, Chong'er, why don't you come over here and meet your senior.

Linghu Chong turned around and noticed that standing next to Yue Buqun was a Taoist in Qingyi with an immortal style and a long sword on his back. It was Yu Canghai, the head of the Qingcheng Sect.

As the chief disciple of Huashan, Linghu Chong was naturally led to meet the leaders of various sects, but Yu Canghai looked gloomy and downcast today, with gray hair on his temples. He looked as if he was more than twenty years older, so he didn't recognize him for a while.

Junior Linghu Chong has met Master Yu.

Linghu Chong quickly offered his greetings, but Yu Canghai just waved his hands with a gloomy expression and continued to chat with Yue Buqun in a low voice, Master Yue, I hope you can give more thought to the matter of the Five Mountains Sword Sect...

While the two were chatting in a low voice,

The next competition was held non-stop in the ring,

A young Wudang hero versus a Songshan disciple.

The fight on the second day of the martial arts tournament was much more exciting than before.

The Wudang swordsmanship used by Wudang Shaoxia is flickering and gentle, twisting and turning.

The Songshan swordsmanship of Songshan disciples is as powerful as a spear or a halberd.

The two sides moved around and fought vigorously, which attracted continuous applause from the audience.

However--

boom!

A loud noise broke everyone's immersion in watching the sword.

I saw a black shadow falling from the sky, hitting the center of the ring, knocking the two young heroes who were fighting out of the ring, tumbling and falling to the compacted loess below the ring.

who? !

When the smoke and dust on the stage cleared, everyone who opened their eyes and raised their eyebrows finally saw the face of the black figure on the stage.

That was a tall and burly man,

He knelt down on one knee,

He wears a completely black and exquisite close-fitting leather armor, carries a cloak on his back, and wears a mask with two sharp corners on his head, only revealing his thin lips as sharp as a knife.

A silver-white belt is worn around the waist, with a black bat-shaped pattern embedded in the middle of the belt.

Rather than looking like a vigilante in night clothes, he is more like a strangely dressed man disguised as a bat monster.

The scene was completely silent,

Judging from the man's landing trajectory, he clearly fell straight down from the sky.

But no one present clearly saw the trajectory of his Qinggong.

madman?

Fool?

Or is he a member of the Demon Cult who imitated Wei Yixiao, the Green-winged Bat King of the Ming Cult?

Doesn't he know that there are tens of thousands of martial arts knights gathered here?

Not to mention a martial arts lunatic,

Even if Wei Yixiao, the Green-winged Bat King, comes back from the dead, he can't even think of escaping from here.

The two young heroes, who were sent flying far away, got up from the ground in shock.

The only referee left in the ring frowned deeply and shouted in a low voice: May I ask your identity and purpose for breaking into the martial arts conference without permission?

...

The muscular man dressed as a bat demon, or Lin Yulin Pingzhi, slowly stood up from the ground, spoke in a smooth and hoarse voice,

Love Bateman.

Bateman?

Everyone in the audience was surprised and confused. They had never heard of this name before in the world. Even if they were from Baihua Valley, their surname was not Bai?

Besides, what does admiration mean?

Could it be that this strange person on the stage is a young man who is madly in love with the girl Bateman and wants to find her traces in the martial arts competition?

...

The middle-aged referee on the stage groaned and looked at the leaders of Songshan, Hengshan, Shaolin and other sects in the audience.

After getting the eye signal, he looked at the bat demon Batman and said in a deep voice: Your Excellency, a martial arts conference is being held here.

If you have an invitation, please identify yourself and participate in the ring competition in order.

If you don’t have an invitation and no elders from the sect to recommend you, please forgive us for not being able to receive you...

Crazy, like gravity,

The man who called himself Bateman slowly stood up from the ground and said hoarsely: All I need to do is a gentle push.

Well?

The referee narrowed his eyes and said in a somewhat unkind tone: Aren't you going to give me face?

Bateman still ignored him, raised his chin, looked around, looked down at the vast number of martial arts heroes, and murmured: Each of you is guilty and guilty of different crimes. I can decide who is right and who deserves it. Go to sleep. In the never-ending night, shut your mouth, the only favor, and those who stand in the way are guilty...

Bateman talked to himself like a chant, making everyone in the audience surprised and a little uneasy.

The referee on the stage changed his expression suddenly and shouted in a low voice: I have always treated you politely, but you have ignored me again and again.

It seems that you don't take me, Wen Tailai, the thunder hand, in your eyes!

ha!

I saw the referee shouting loudly, swinging his arms heavily and clenching his fists.

The uniform on his body suddenly exploded, revealing the strong and scarred muscles underneath.

Thunder Hand Wen Tailai! It's him!

There was an exclamation from below the ring,

Wen Tailai is a master who has been famous in Mobei for many years. He was invincible in Mobei as a thunderbolt. Until ten years ago, he retired from the world and stopped showing his face.

I never expected that I would come to host a martial arts conference.

But think about it, every four years the martial arts conference holds ten consecutive days of competition in the ring.

Participants in the arena include knights and knights who long for fame,

There are also ruthless bandits and heroes who have committed countless murders and stained countless blood.

A sword and a gun have no eyesight, even if there is a tenet of harmony is the most important thing in the martial arts world\

,"Fighting in the ring can easily lead to real fire and death.

Naturally, we have to invite experienced experts to dress up and pretend to be referees to prevent too many killings in the ring.

drink!

Wen Tailai, whose shirt was blown off, swung out his palm, the wind in his palm was like lightning, and his momentum was like a rainbow.

One punch,

It only took one punch,

The bat geek who called himself Bateman hit Wen Tailai in the face with an ordinary straight punch.

The latter flew out without any resistance and fell to the ground.

Two teeth burst out, and the whole face was covered in blood and flesh.

this!

The eyes of everyone in the audience widened. The palm of Wen Tailai, the thunderbolt master, was as fast as lightning. Ordinary masters would never be able to react and could only dodge sideways.

But Bateman on the stage defeated Wen Tailai's attack with ease.

Snapped!

To the north of the arena, a wooden table was smashed to pieces by the palm of his hand. Zuo Lengchan, the leader of the Songshan Sect, who was discussing with Ma Dayuan, the deputy leader of the Beggar Clan, and Abbot Xuanci of the Shaolin Sect, stood up from his chair with a livid face and faced Bai Lengchan. Terman glared.

Everyone knows that the Songshan Sect is powerful and has a large number of people.

The previous leaders of the Beggar Clan, including Hong Qigong, Dongxie Huang Yaoshi, Xidu Ouyang Feng, Nandi Duan Zhixing, and Zhongshengwang Chongyang, gradually disappeared.

When Shaolin, Beggar Clan, and Wudang declined,

The Songshan sect is the most prosperous.

Zuo Lengchan is the most likely candidate to serve as the leader of this martial arts alliance.

At this point in time, a strange bat appeared, which naturally made him angry and annoyed.

He immediately took half a step forward and said coldly with a loud shout that was fused with deep inner strength: Your Excellency, you are pretending to be a ghost, disrupting the order of my conference, and hurting my friend Wen Tailai.

What is the purpose? Why don't you come quickly!

The moment the word Lai came out of his mouth, Zuo Lengchan kicked off the ground, rose up erratically, and instantly stepped onto the ring. He pointed his left hand outward, and swept the long sword in his right hand to the right, using a seventeen-way Songshan sword technique. [Get straight to the point].

Everyone in the audience has watched many competitions between Songshan Sword Sect disciples in the past few days. Some of the moves can be recognized.

However, Zuo Lengchan's personal swordsmanship was more than ten times or a hundred times stronger than that of his disciples.

Faster than lightning, as graceful as a thundering roar,

Stab with a sword,

It actually made some people with high martial arts skills in the audience,

Inexplicably, endless cold sweat broke out from behind,

It was as if just looking at this sword, the sword blade pierced his chest.

clang!

The sharp sound of gold and iron interlacing sounded in the ring,

Zuo Lengchan's eyes widened, and like everyone in the audience, he looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief——

Batman, who was wearing a bat coat, clasped his palms together in front of his chest and clamped the long sword in Zuo Lengchan's hand firmly, without even changing the position of his feet.

Zuo Lengchan's heart suddenly stopped. From a distance of more than one meter, he could clearly see the opponent's eyes under the bat mask.

Those are eyes without any emotion,

There is no warmth, no kindness, not even a hint of numbness.

It was as if Zuo Lengchan didn't exist in front of him.

Even Woxing, the former acting director of the Sun Moon God Sect, who was so unscrupulous and made all the martial arts sects frightened, never looked at him with this look.

However, Zuo Lengchan was the leader of the sword sect after all. When he was frightened and angry, he advanced instead of retreating. He raised his inner strength like an abyss in his Dantian, stepped hard on the bricks and stones under his feet, and stabbed out with all his strength with his sword.

sand--

Bateman's palm rubbed against the blade of the sword, causing dazzling fire to burst out.

This arrogant bat devil finally took a few steps back with his sword between his legs.

Unfortunately, these few steps back are not to dodge, but to give in and wait.

block! ! !

Bateman's left chest and heart were stabbed by the tip of Zuo Lengchan's sword. However, no matter how hard the latter exerted his internal force, he could not break through Bateman's seemingly thin breastplate.

This is the Kevlar material produced by DuPont in the Far West. Its full name is polyphenylene terephthalamide. Its strength is five times that of steel of the same quality. It is invulnerable to weapons, water and fire.

Bateman looked directly into Zuo Lengchan's eyes and said indifferently: You won't lose unjustly.

After saying that, Bateman violently stirred his palm and pinched off Zuo Lengchan's long sword. Under Zuo Lengchan's incredible gaze, he swept out his palm and grabbed Zuo Lengchan's neck as fast as lightning.

He held up the promising martial arts leader, looked down at the silent martial arts people below, and said loudly: You have all been hijacked by me.

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