Everyone at the table was surprised when they saw the two of them coming forward to register at the same time. Why did they draw the lottery?

Actually let these two face each other!

The two performances in the front are ranked first and second!

It would be a pity if one was eliminated?

Zhou Cheng couldn't help frowning. Li Xiangyu's performance, he just saw it, was not on par with the boss at all.

The performance in front of the boss is indeed good luck, and his mentality is just a little more stable. If you really compete in martial arts, it is hard to say who will die.

General Li also looked at Zhou Chengdao tangled: "It's too unfortunate, isn't it? He actually smoked your son!"

"I'm also helpless. Who is not good in the lottery? The son of General Li was actually selected in the lottery. The child's kung fu is not necessarily comparable to Linglang's."

General Li scolded inwardly, "Unfortunately, I participated in vain this year!"

The sage found it very interesting, "It's a good draw, maybe God is going to arrange a peak match."

The prince also smiled and echoed, "Yeah, it's only interesting that these two fight!"

"The last round of battle, the first match, Tanaka Ryo vs Chen Huanming, start!"

During the battle, you can choose whatever weapon you want.

One of the two chose a knife and the other chose a sword. In the middle of the battle, long weapons are more advantageous.

After the two clasped their fists and saluted each other, they started fighting directly.

The sound of the 相 weapon intersecting has been sounded, and you come and go, why are you not allowed to each other for the time being.

The one who chooses the sword always pulls up the sword flower while looking at the neutral position, and performs his own moves. The one with the long sword is far too many, either chopping or slashing closely, not allowing him to retreat.

In the end, without a doubt, the one with the long knife wins!

"In the first game, Ryo Tanaka won!"

"second round...."

Zhou Yong has been watching the duel on the court with relish, and feels that although these people are average in other aspects, their skills are quite strong.

It was only because the person holding the sword showed off a little, and the weapon itself was weak.

The battle was considered the most exciting and interesting in the entire assessment, and the superiors in the audience watched it with relish.

Everyone has their own strengths. Those who are defeated can't say that they are bad. They can only say that their opponents are better at chess. If they change their opponents, they may be promoted.

No. 43 is really too far back in the queue. The emperor and ministers were so hungry that they started to eat snacks and watch while eating.

And those of them who haven't played, can only continue to wait on an empty stomach.

Fortunately, he was already prepared. He touched a cake from his chest and ate it with relish. The boys waiting next to him smelled the fragrance of milk and couldn't help swallowing.

Li Xiangyu looked at him eagerly, "Brother Zhou is a prophet of uncertainty? You are well prepared."

"It's not enough. I just remembered what to bring, but I forgot to bring water. I'm so thirsty!"

Zhou Yong licked his lips with his tongue, worried that he would go to the thatched hut. He didn't dare to drink porridge this morning. After half the morning, he was really thirsty.

"It's better to be patient, it's better than drinking too much and going to the thatched hut."

Seeing him staring at him eagerly, Zhou Yong took another one from his arms and gave it to him, "Eat it if you're not too thirsty."

In case he has enough physical strength at that time, and if the opponent is defeated because of hunger and lack of energy, then he will not be able to win.

Li Xiangyu's eyes lit up, "Thank you Brother Zhou!"

Seeing this, the others also asked, "Do you still have Brother Zhou?"

"When I have a treasure chest on my chest, I only brought two, and I'm gone. You can just bear with it, we'll be on the field soon, and we're the last in line."

Seeing Zhou Yong's actions, the prince smiled and said, "It's a generous man, and he's not afraid of feeding the other party. He has enough physical strength to defeat himself."

"A confident brave man will not have this worry, the father looks down on him." Taisun said with a smile.

"That's right, how many numbers are in the field?"

"It's already number 32!"

"That's soon!"

Not only did Zhou Yong wait impatiently, but the ministers and generals also watched all morning, and they were also very tired and wanted to finish it quickly.

In addition to the first few games, I also watched carefully. By the end, I was tired and didn't want to watch it. I only glanced at it occasionally and waited for the result.

At this time, Zhou Yong was really glad that he was the last one, at least when he heard that he was the last one, everyone could cheer up and he could perform well.

The sage did not sit in the original sitting position, and now he was leaning back on the dragon chair, with his elbows on his head, watching the competition on the field.

Until the waiter shouted: "In the 42nd round, Fu Renxiang wins, and in the last game, Zhou Yong vs Li Xiangyu!"

The ministers and generals in the field suddenly regained their energy, and the saint also sat up straight.

Zhou Yong twisted his neck, his waist, and his wrists, "But it's finally my turn, I'm going to fall asleep!"

"Brother Zhou must show mercy!"

"Brother Li, you must not go all out!"

"Cough cough~", the waiter listened to their words and coughed twice, "The two of you, please choose your weapons!"

Zhou Yong walked directly to the largest knife on the weapon rack. He could do anything with guns and sticks, but the knife was the easiest to use, and he liked to practice with the knife the most.

It is suitable for him, and it is also suitable for the battlefield!

Li Xiangyu chose the long spear.

After the two returned to the center of the venue and saluted each other, they said nonsense again, "Brother Li, please make sure to release the water, don't go all out, little brother is afraid!"

Li Xiangyu is speechless, the person who should be afraid is obviously him!

"Brother Zhou said the opposite, right?"

The attendants started to meet, and the two were still talking nonsense, so they reminded again, "You two, please start!"

"Brother Li, please..."

"Brother Zhou, please..."

"Brother Li, please come first!"

"No, no, it's better for Brother Zhou to invite you first..."

The saint also looked at the two in the field ironically.

The attendant looked at them with black lines, and was about to remind him again, when he heard Zhou Yong say: "Then I'll be welcome, look at the move~"

In the first move, Zhou Yong held the broadsword and slashed across. Li Xiangyu deftly used the spear tip to pick up the broadsword and slide the broadsword against the ground, wiping out sparks.

Zhou Yong clenched the big sword and turned in a circle in the direction, then slashed across again, Li Xiangyu stepped back a few steps to hide.

Zhou Yong pressed step by step ~ without giving him a chance to make a move, and attacked again.

Li Xiangyu can only dodge again and again, one step is wrong, one step is wrong, just gave Zhou Yong a chance to make a move first, and now he can only passively return to defense.

After a few rounds, he saw the opportunity, reversed the disadvantage of returning to defense, and had the opportunity to take the initiative.

The spear was much more flexible to use than the broadsword, either stabbing or picking, but they were blocked by Zhou Yong.

After he resisted the neutral position of Li Xiangyu's gun and flower, he also made a roundabout, and the big knife fell directly from the top of his head.

Li Xiangyu didn't take precautions in time, so he could only raise the barrel of the gun to resist, but was cut into two pieces by the big knife...

https://

Genius remembers the address of this site in one second: . Lewen Novel Network mobile version reading website: