Time goes back to before a stick of incense.

Qiangong martial arts arena.

When Yuan Shu led his men and horses into the venue, he happened to see Xu Huang and others sitting in the shed opposite.

Facing the Longshan army, Yuan Shu still had to be more polite.

Xu Huang and others also stood up, cupped their fists and saluted, and the two parties briefly exchanged greetings.

At this time, the two men on the field were fighting back and forth, but neither of them were from the Longshan Army. Yuan Shu asked curiously: "General Xu, are the two men on the stage under the suspicion of the Longshan Army?"

Xu Huang was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said: "No, this kind of force is not enough to recruit Longshan Army."

Yuan Shu looked at the people behind Xu Huang and asked curiously: "Who are these?"

Xu Huang also had no ink marks. He pointed to Zhao Feng on the side and said: "Oh, we are all here to cheer for Brother Zhao."

Zhao Feng raised his fist and saluted Yuan Shu.

Yuan Shu frowned slightly, looked at Zhao Feng, then looked at the capable general Ji Ling aside, and thought to himself: It can't be such a coincidence, right?

Before Yuan Shu could speak, the two people on the stage had already decided the winner.

The referee said loudly: "The next match is between Longshan Zhao Feng and Ruyang Ji Ling. Please take the stage as soon as possible."

When Ji Ling heard this, he raised his eyebrows first, and then a stern expression flashed across his face. He had always wanted to meet the Longshan Army men to see where they were stronger.

Especially Xu Huang. As the commander-in-chief of the Longshan Army, Ji Ling wanted to compete with Xu Huang as early as the first time he passed by him in Anyi last year, but he never had the chance.

This Imperial Martial Arts Conference was a good opportunity, but I didn’t expect that instead of running into Xu Huang, I met Zhao Feng first.

Looking at Zhao Feng, who was a little thin, Ji Ling's eyes flashed with disdain.

In his opinion, Zhao Feng is nothing more than a warrior who follows the path of lightness. The reason why he was able to reach the Temple of War is simply because he was lucky and followed Xu Huang and made a lot of achievements, which is not worth mentioning at all.

Ji Ling noticed that Zhao Feng was also looking at him, and couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, clasping his fists towards Xu Huang, and said: "General Xu, I heard that your sky-opening ax technique is exquisite. After the next promotion, Ji really wants to learn from it. "

Xu Huang frowned, looked at Ji Ling, and then glanced at Zhao Feng beside him, with a contemptuous smile on his lips.

"Oh? Xu also wants to have some luck with General Ji, but it's a pity. I'm afraid I won't have this opportunity."

Ji Ling was stunned for a moment and looked at Zhao Feng, not knowing what Xu Huang meant.

it means.

If you want to fight me, you must first pass Zhao Feng. And you obviously can't beat Zhao Feng, so you won't have a chance to fight me.

Ji Ling was so angry that his teeth itched. Fortunately, Yuan Shu didn't want to offend the Longshan Army people for him, so he hurriedly pulled Ji Ling.

Ji Ling snorted coldly, picked up a three-pointed two-edged sword, and walked onto the ring with his head held high.

When Yuan Shu saw this, he sighed helplessly, clasped fists with Xu Huang and Zhao Feng and said, "I made you two laugh."

"No problem." Xu Huang returned the gesture.

Zhao Feng nodded slightly, turned around, walked to the shed, and picked up a large cloth package.

When Yuan Shu saw this, he was shocked and said: "That is?"

Xu Huang looked back and said with a smile: "They are just ordinary spears."

On the stage.

Ji Ling had already stood still.

At this time, the audience enthusiastically shouted the name "Flying General War God", which made Ji Ling very unhappy.

Looking back at Zhao Feng, Ji Ling's thick eyebrows instantly furrowed.

And the 15,000 spectators on the field were also dumbfounded.

Zhao Feng was seen holding a gentian silver spear, wearing dragon mountain armor... and carrying a dozen standard spears on his back.

Ji Ling frowned and looked at the referee, "Is this too much?"

The referee shook his head and explained: "As long as the weapons are brought by the players, they can be used. As long as they don't hurt anyone's life, we don't care."

Ji Ling opened his mouth and angrily tightened the three-pointed, double-edged knife in his hand.

He looked at Zhao Feng, paused, and couldn't help but sneer: "With so many weapons on your back, I want to see how you can avoid my sword."

Needless to say, Zhao Feng is still a little strenuous, mainly because the dozen or so spears are made of iron. If each one weighs thirty kilograms, he is equivalent to carrying a weight of nearly four hundred kilograms, not counting the weight on his body.

What about the weight of the armor?

The two of them stood still.

The referee glanced at Zhao Feng and said loudly: "Remember, you must not take someone's life, otherwise you will be directly awarded a loss and will be punished according to the law."

Zhao Feng frowned slightly, nodded, and said: "Don't worry, I will pay attention."

When Ji Ling heard this, veins popped up on his forehead, and he shouted: "Stop talking nonsense, just start. If you want to hurt me, you are just talking nonsense."

The referee received Zhao Feng's assurance and said nothing more. He waved his hand and said, "The competition begins."

Peng~

Ji Ling kicked his legs and rushed towards Zhao Feng. He still couldn't believe that Zhao Feng could avoid his attack even though he carried so many things on his back.

However, before he could run out a few meters, the ferocious smile on his face suddenly solidified, and he hurriedly turned away.

Boom!

He narrowly dodged a flying spear.

The spear flew past his armpit and was inserted directly into the floor, making a crisp buzzing sound.

When Ji Ling came to his senses and looked up, he realized that Zhao Feng had already reached the edge of the ring without knowing it.

The left hand holds a gentian bright silver spear upside down.

The legs run quickly.

Maybe he was carrying too many things on his back, so he didn't run very fast, which was about the same speed as an ordinary person running at full strength.

Seeing Ji Ling making a move, Zhao Feng pulled out a spear from behind with his right hand and threw it towards him while running.

Boom, the spear was aimed at Ji Ling's attack route, directly cutting off Ji Ling's forward momentum.

Ji Ling had no choice but to dodge and launched another attack.

And Zhao Feng's spear was not a fool's errand. It flew past Ji Ling's body steadily every time, which made him feel very aggrieved.

Bang, bang bang, bang bang bang...

Ji Ling didn't notice that he was among them. As the number of spears on Zhao Feng's back decreased, his running speed continued to increase.

And just like his running speed, the faster the speed, the more frequent the spears will fly towards him.

At first, Ji Ling could easily dodge the flying spears.

In the end, I found that I was exhausted just from dealing with the spears that were constantly fired from all directions. How could I still pursue Zhao Feng?

And what about Zhao Feng?

Running from start to finish.

The silver gentian gun in his left hand never moved, and his running route was simply running in circles around the ring.

The strange thing is that where he was running, there always happened to be a spear stuck in the ground. He just happened to pass by, pulled it out, and threw it at Ji Ling. Ji Ling narrowly escaped and the spear fell on the floor behind Ji Ling...

When Zhao Feng ran around for half a circle and came across the spear, he pulled it out again and shot at Ji Ling, and the cycle continued.

Under the arena.

Everyone watching the battle was so shocked that they didn't know what to say.

Many veterans who have been on the battlefield are already popularizing with the audience how this flying gun method can harvest heads on the battlefield.

"You don't understand. There are spears, spears, and spears everywhere on the battlefield. They are inexhaustible. As long as the flying general War God can still run, he will have no shortage of weapons."

"Then what if we miss someone?"

"Yes, look at how easily Ji Ling dodged dozens of shots."

"Haha, you are so naive. Let's not talk about whether those pawns on the battlefield have Ji Ling's skills. Even if they do, don't forget that he can't just dodge flying guns on the battlefield. The flying generals of War God take advantage of them.

How about a shot when he kills the enemy?"

Hearing this, some people shrank their necks unconsciously, always feeling like a flying gun was being shot in the back of their hearts at the next moment.

Yes, the battlefield is constantly changing, which is different from the one-on-one competition in the arena.

If on the battlefield, Zhao Feng took advantage of Ji Ling to defend himself against the enemy and shot him from behind, he might not be able to dodge it.

"Of course, this is not the end. I don't know if you have noticed that the flying general War God still has a useless spear in his left hand. If he was not afraid of hurting Ji Ling, he could take advantage of Ji Ling to avoid the spear man in the air or land on the ground.

At that moment, just take a shot!"

"Wow!"

"Yes, so to speak, General Zhao has not tried his best."

"Isn't that right? Just now Ji Ling jumped into the air several times to avoid the flying spears. If this happens... tsk tsk, he will definitely die!"
To be continued...