As soon as these words came out, the audience was silent.

After the bound Guan Hai looked up and down at Xiahou An, his eyes were filled with disdain and a arrogant laugh broke out: "Child, just you?"

Xiahou An did not waste much on his lips and tongue. The dispute between words and tongue was useless, so he signaled his soldiers to release Guan Hai.

After untiing the thick hemp rope, Guan Hai rubbed his wrist twice to activate the muscles and bones of the body.

"Get his weapons."

Xiahou An followed by the order.

"Brother, this is probably a bit inappropriate!" Xiahou En dissuaded from the side. The weapon was like the fangs of a wild beast. Once re-armed, it would easily cause a threat.

Guan Hai's strength is obvious to all.

"Don't worry, I know it."

After saying that, the soldiers had already lifted Guan Hai's long sword.

Xiahou An Yuguang glanced at him and threw the long sword to Guan Hai. Guan Hai held it in his hand and weighed it. He looked at the calm young man in front of him. Such courage and courage made him unable to help but praise him: Good boy, enough!

A one-on-one event triggered.

The guards took the initiative to open up the open space, and the soldiers around them quickly surrounded them.

After hearing this, Cao Chun and others put down their military affairs and rushed over, fearing that Xiahou An would make any mistakes.

The camp with more than a thousand people was not big, and soon, almost all the soldiers in the camp gathered here.

The Han people were martial.

The general is brave and good at fighting, and the soldiers under his command are more likely to boost morale.

Faced with thousands of people watching, Xiahou An untied his sword and handed it over to Xiahou En to keep it.

Then he took the saber that he gave. The blade was simple and there was no fancy embellishment around him. It was seven feet long, the blade was three feet long, the handle was four feet long, and it weighed fifteen kilograms.

It is said that it was sent by Wang Mang back then.

Both sides will stand firm and the competition will begin soon.

Xiahou An stood with his feet together, his right leg bent his knee slightly, hid the knife at his waist, pressed the back of the knife with his left hand, held the hilt with his right hand, leaned forward on his left shoulder, and turned to the right, then turned to the left, and slowly moved forward.

Such cautious actions were ridiculous in Guan Hai's opinion.

He strode forward, not taking this young boy seriously at all. He just needs to go over and take the knife to decide the winner immediately.

At least, that's what he thought.

However, things happen often unexpectedly.

When Guan Hai approached Xiahou An, Xiahou An, who had been dormant, suddenly came out of the knife, and the blade that was being accumulated came from bottom to top, slashing a strong wind blade.

I thought the other party was just a playboy and embroidered pillows, but the power contained in this sword force made Guan Hai's heart tremble.

The speed was so fast that he didn't even have time to get out of the knife block. He could only turn sideways and dodge, but it was still a little slower. The sharp blade whizzed past his ears, peeling off a strand of black hair.

Guan Hai, who was still frightened, was about to fix his body, but Xiahou An didn't give him any chance. When he pulled the knife, he seized the opportunity and quickly hit Guan Hai's chest with his left elbow, and in an instant he hit him several steps in a row.

This round, Xiahou An obviously took the upper hand.

"good!"

The general was in the limelight, and the onlookers naturally cheered.

"Brother, it's a good thing!"

Xiahou Jie's voice was the biggest among the crowd, and his face turned red with excitement, as if he was even more excited than he had won.

Xiahou En, who was holding the sword, nodded secretly. He was worthy of being the eldest brother, and he became extraordinary when he made a move.

Listening to the cheers of the soldiers, Guan Hai, who had lost his face, couldn't help but feel angry. Unexpectedly, he underestimated the young man.

After stabilizing his body, he clenched the long knife in his hand and rushed straight towards him.

No more underestimation.

The long sword slashed towards him, but Xiahou An did not avoid it. He turned the knife in his hand and directly attacked him.

With the eyes of everyone gathered, the two weapons collided violently, and a choking sound erupted!

Judging from the situation, it seems to be evenly matched.

But Guan Hai did not intend to put away the knife just now, poured all his strength into his arms and pushed forward with all his strength.

Xiahou An wanted to retreat but it was too late. In this case, he could only fight with Guan Hai.

He leaned forward and bit his teeth to death, exerting his strength.

However, there is no skill in the competition in power.

Under Guan Hai's pressure, Xiahou An Yi's face became ferocious because he bit his teeth and used excessive force. He could not hold his roots under his feet and was pushed back by huge force.

Seeing this, the soldiers behind hurriedly scattered on both sides to give way.

After being pushed out three or four feet in a row, Xiahou An's arm was already full of blue veins. He let out a roar, stimulating one hundred and two percent of the power in his body, and finally bounced Guan Hai away.

After breathing slightly, Guan Hai slashed his sword again, swearing to divide Xiahou An into two.

Xiahou An, who had no time to adjust his state, could only passively passively attack Guan Hai.

Boom!

The blade fell on the body of the horse and Xiahou An's body sank half uncontrollably.

Guan Hai did not choose to fight again this time, so he quickly lifted the knife and then smashed it hard.

Seeing this, Xiahou An complained in his heart. His arms were so numb that he had no way to fight back, or he had no idea how to start. He could only choose to resist instinctively, and the tiger's mouth that held the hilt had already oozed blood.

He lifted the long sword again and again and again, and fell down with force again and again.

It was as if the old blacksmith in the blacksmith shop was waving the iron hammer and punching the iron with force.

Guan Hai is the old blacksmith, and Xiahou An is the dull piece of iron.

Cang clang~ Cang clang~ Cang clang~

The sound of weapons interception continued.

Anyone can see that Xiahou An is at a great disadvantage at this moment.

The soldiers who were cheering were silent.

In fact, as long as Xiahou An gave the order, they could immediately rush up and kill the thief.

But he didn't, and he didn't know what he was insisting on.

Looking at the figure struggling to support the scene, Xiahou Jie seemed to see himself when he was a child, with red eyes and shouting openly: "Brother, come on!"

His shout instantly brought the rhythm of the audience.

"General, come on!"

"You can't lose, General!"

"General, you can definitely win!"

The encouraging voices of the soldiers annoyed Guan Hai. I am the winner. Why don’t these people cheer for themselves?

So he slashed violently like anger even more violently, and Xiahou An struggled more and more.

You can't continue to be passive like this!

Xiahou An shouted loudly in his heart that he must find a solution as soon as possible.

Guan Hai's long sword was raised and fell again. Xiahou An looked up and saw that the sudden and sharp blade, somehow, was constantly slowing down in his pupils, slowing down, and then slowing down.

At this moment, I suddenly recalled the scene when I was having a conversation with Guan Yu in the courtyard that day.

At that time, Guan Yu's Qinglong Sword was also so fierce. Fortunately, Taishi Ci reminded him: "Boyang, don't fight with him, try to cut his bottom lane!"

Yes, cut him down!

Xiahou An's eyes lit up.

The frozen pictures around him regained their vitality, and the silent world sounded again. The originally extremely slow blade instantly filled with murderous aura.

Xiahou An did not take the initiative this time, but chose to turn back and roll sideways.

Of course, this comes at a price.
Chapter completed!