sword sentient beings

With an inexplicably diverted arrow, the sun was shot, and the first sword fight ended in a muddle.

The bow that Xing held tightly hadn't recovered yet, maintaining the shape of the full moon, and he just froze there, and then his arms trembled.

It's not that I can't hold back tiredness, it's that I'm angry.

He was so angry that his mind went blank!
The journey went smoothly without hindrance, the opponents were rookies, and they were invincible. It was obviously a favorable situation, but at the last moment, for some reason, the result was snatched away? !
This inexplicable and extremely frustrating result!
For Xinglao, if someone ambushed at the end and killed him with a sword in the last sneak attack, it would not be so uncomfortable for him. After all, it is not as good as a person if he cannot see through the ambush and sneak attack, and he died well.But it was not a sneak attack, but his arrow was confiscated, and another person used that arrow to complete the task conditions, as if he had saved money for several years to buy a house, and the money was stolen by a thief at the door of the selected house.

I was so aggrieved that I exploded!
With trembling hands, he yelled violently: "Who? Who! Which rat stole my victory fruit?! Come out! Since you dare to do it, why don't you dare to come out?"

He roared, and the golden bull was also roaring. It was obviously a cow, but it roared like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring.

Naturally, no one answered, Xing Zi frowned and said, "The arrow was shot from that side, let's go over there and have a look."

In fact, someone just went there from that direction, Xing Zi already guessed a little bit, but she didn't mention it because of Xing Lao's face.

After all, he let it go with his own hands.

The two rushed in which direction. After walking a few steps, the thick fog around them gradually dispersed, and the swamp began to recede.

That's when the field is reclaiming -- the first fencing fight is really over.

Halfway through the walk, the dense fog in the sky completely dissipated, and the sounds from outside came in from all directions, filling the eardrums in an instant.

The surrounding stands were as noisy as a boiling pot, with screams, hisses, curses, and wild laughter.

All in all, the scolding was the harshest.

"What the hell is he?"

"Cheat, cheat!"

"Trash, pay back!"

"It's over! Money back!"

Among these cursing, some fun people were dissatisfied with the hasty ending, but the main thing was that they lost money in the bet.

This was probably the first time in Xing Lao's life that he was scolded as trash, but he couldn't fight back, and his eyes were bloodshot. First, he hated a group of fat trash on the stage who dared to scold him back, and even hated the people who stole his victory.

Amidst the angry curses, there was laughter: "Okay, as expected of me, Changfa Manor, winning the victory without bloodshed, this is called a military strategy! A good fighter has no great achievements!"

who is thisAnyway, they are from Long Hair Manor.

Another voice said: "It can't be counted! This is an arrow shot by my people. No matter which direction it shot out from, he shot it with a sun-shooting bow in his hand. Just because he changed the direction, shouldn't it be counted?"

The voice was clearly Wu Shayu.

The first person smiled and said, "Where did your eyes go? Did you change the direction? They obviously disappeared. Disappeared, scattered, failed! The new arrows shot out from behind! Your people failed!" , my people succeed, the successful ones win, and the unsuccessful ones lose, what's the problem?"

In the sound of the answer, someone guided the scattered swordsmen back to the place where the lottery was drawn.

The first sword fight was finally over.

It's just that the result hasn't been announced yet.

The two sides are still in a fierce quarrel.

Xing Lao and Xing Zi rushed back to the lottery stand angrily, drew their swords as soon as they came back, and shouted: "Who is the thief? Stand up for me!"

He glanced around and saw that there were a dozen or so swordsmen coming back from both sides, some were seriously injured and some were safe, and in a blink of an eye, his gaze was fixed on one of the faces.

It was a woman in her twenties with a handsome appearance, and she was also the person he was most familiar with besides his own.It was the woman who followed him all the way and had a brief encounter with him.This woman was stabbed by myself before, and now the wound has been bandaged, and she is talking and laughing with another person, and she is completely different from the state of being timid in the passageway before.

Inexplicably, he intuitively found the answer.

"It's you—" he pointed at the woman and shouted, "It must be you! You secretly tampered with me when you were fighting with me, and you stole my sun-shooting arrows for yourself at a critical moment. Damn thief!" He unconsciously touched his ear, where a strand of hair had been shaved off, and that was the only time to do anything.

A lock of hair does him no harm, but it can be used as an introduction to some sword skills.

This slut is doing everything in his power to steal the day.

The woman looked over casually and said with a smile, "Why are you shouting so loudly? A loser?"

This sound completely detonated Xing Lao, and he rushed out with his sword and turned into a raging bull in mid-air, trying to reach the woman's heart in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, a little tiger sprang out from the side. The dwarf little tiger was at most one foot tall and looked like a puppet with a tiger's head.

Judging from the size, there is more than a hundred times difference between an ox and a tiger.But just such a little tiger easily blocked the bull rushing forward with one paw.

The bull roared, and its hooves beat desperately on the ground. It seemed that even the mountain in front of it was about to rush out and hit a hole, but the little tiger was as stable on the ground as the mountain.

Seeing the cracks on the ground where the bull was kicking all fours, Xing Zi shouted: "Bull, forget it."

At the same time, the little tiger pushed lightly, and the bull backed up a few steps, the outline became more hollow as it retreated, and finally dissipated, revealing that he was holding the sword tightly, sweating like rain, and panting like a cow panting for the moon.

The little tiger also dissipated immediately, and someone said: "The sword fight is over, if you still do it, don't you take the two manor owners seriously?"

Xing Lao turned his head slightly, and saw a young man with a sword standing there. He was definitely a new face. He must have never seen this person before, because if he saw that face, he would never forget it.

At this time, the swordsmen who came down from the field had already surrounded them, and they stood on both sides clearly. It was clearly evenly matched. It seemed that if they were lucky enough to fight again, a second scuffle would be triggered immediately.Xing Lao knew there was nothing he could do, looked at the young man again, gritted his teeth and said, "Swordsman?"

Only a swordsman can stop him, the swordsman ranks one, he is invincible.

... at least invincible on the frontal battlefield.

The person who came was naturally Tang Zhao, and said, "It's not okay if you can't afford to lose, and you're cheating to find something later? It's embarrassing."

Xing Lao said angrily: "I didn't lose, she was playing tricks."

Tang Zhaodao: "She used swordsmanship, you won the swordsmanship, isn't that right? Now the one who uses the swordsmanship is not considered a winner, and the one who wins the swordsmanship is not considered a loser?"

Before Xing Lao could answer, the voices behind the dispute said sharply: "Nonsense, you are talking about archery with a bow, who opened the bow and who shot the arrow? It was my people who opened the bow and archery, how can you count as the winner?" ?”

The person on the other side shouted: "The rules say that the one who hits the sun-shooting arrow wins, so why don't you say it's our side shooting the sun-shooting arrow?"

Seeing that the quarrel was so intense, at this moment, Tu Fei said: "You two, since each insists on its own opinion, how about asking envoy Yuan to arbitrate?"

The noise stopped for a while, and then Wu Shayu said loudly: "That's no good, the Yuan envoy above has the enshrined Yuan envoy of their manor, what if he is partial?"

Then I heard someone ask: "Hey, can I take sides?"

Immediately afterwards, the surrounding phantoms condensed, and a large group of high and low monsters and ghosts appeared in the center of the open space. They were the group of Yuan Shi who were watching the excitement from the stands.

The one who asked the question just now was naturally Xin Ying, and it rushed to say: "Since you can take sides, it goes without saying that Changfa Manor won."

It was naturally surrounded by Pipa Manying, who immediately plucked the strings and said: "Xinying, what you said is suspicious, what is partiality?" According to the rules, Changfa Manor had won.You don't need to take sides. "When she spoke, there was no lack of voices of agreement among the envoys.

An old ape next to him shook his head and said, "No, no, I think Sunset Manor won. He was the one who shot the bow first." Immediately, several Yuan envoys joined in.

Xin Ying was very displeased, and said, "Lve Ying, are you against me?"

The old ape Lve Ying sneered and said, "One is one, and the other is two. Do I open my eyes and talk nonsense just to agree with you?"

These envoys actually had different opinions. One dispute had not been resolved, and it seemed that they were about to fall into a new dispute.

Fortunately, after all, they are just watching the fun, not involving interests, but just a moment of anger, Manying came out and said plainly: "It's just a small matter, right? It's all just a game. Don't hurt your friendship. How about it, everyone votes, feeling that the setting sun Manor wins on the left, think Long Hair Manor wins on the right."

This is regardless of right or wrong, whoever has the loudest voice wins.If this is the case, it seems that there is no sword fighting in the first place, and the same is true for direct voting.However, envoy Yuan was superior, and they decided that the two manors and the roaring audience on the stage could not object.

In the end, this rule was accepted by all Yuan envoys, and they all stood on both sides.

Man Ying stood still on the right, counting them one by one.

"One, two, three...seven. The seven standing at Sunset Manor."

"One, two, three...seven. There are also seven from the Station Master's Fa Manor."

Everyone was silent for a while, fourteen envoys came to the scene, seven of them happened to be on one side.

Manying glanced at it, and realized that this team is not based on right and wrong, but on who is best with each other.Stand with Xinying on the right, and Lve Ying on the left.

This is not surprising, although most of Yuan Shi are not as childish as Xinying, they have no sense of right and wrong, and are not interested in right and wrong. Maybe few of them were watching the game just now, which decides the fate of Sunset Manor and Changfa Manor. The big thing is just a game.Just like the manor owner can decide the fate of the sword slaves in a child's play.

But if the number of people is equal, there is no winner.Xinying noticed this, and said angrily: "This is all because Panying didn't come. If it came, there would be fifteen in total, with seven on one side and eight on the other. No matter what, we can still tell the winner. There is no shadow, what did it do?"

When it mentioned Pan Ying, Man Ying thought of something, and immediately decided not to let the topic continue, and suddenly said: "I thought of a way. Since we are tied, let them decide. After all, this is a Isn't it a sword fight? Whoever is stronger wins. Then—whoever survives with the most lives and suffers the least injuries wins."