Five Hundred and Twelve

"I'll go, I'll go, I'll go..." There were bursts of exclamation voices, accompanied by the sound of axes chopping in the arena.

And on the green field, in the strong iron cage, No. 81 Xing Yan swung the huge axe in his hand, and fought hard with Chen Lin, the king of soldiers from the Hunan Military Academy.

After nearly 7 minutes of probing, the two have now entered the desperate stage of real swords and guns!

Strong! ferocious! irritable!

The word "defense" does not seem to be in Xing Yan's dictionary, the clothes torn by the sword energy are full of blood, and with his movements, the bulging pectoralis major muscles are looming.

But compared to the blood-stained clothes, the star map blooming on Xing Yan's chest is more eye-catching.

Jiang Xiao saw the dual-weapon star map for the first time!

Among the group of star warriors, most people's star maps are of one type, such as Han Jiangxue's white fireworks, and Xia Yan's two-handed giant sword.

On the other hand, the Xingyan in the arena is a huge animal-faced shield, and in front of the rectangular shield is a long-handled ax placed diagonally.

27 star slots!

The animal-faced shield and ax with a bluish-gray luster are very similar to unearthed bronze cultural relics.

This combination of patterns is very distinctive. Although the animal face on the shield is somewhat blurred, it can be seen that it is very ferocious, with its head tilted, and the long handle of an ax dangling in its bloody mouth, which is as fierce as Xing Yan.

Judging from his star chart, it was obvious that he didn't know how to defend, but he just gave up defending.

Boom!

Xing Yan's body flew upside down, perhaps twenty meters away.

I saw Xing Yan flipped in the air, landed heavily, stepped on two dirt pits under his feet, and coughed loudly: "Ahem."

Blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, but Xing Yan's eyes were always staring at his opponent like a hungry wolf.

On the opposite side, Chen Lin, the soldier king in tattered camouflage uniform, held a sword in one hand, but his wounds were much less than that of Xing Yan. He is not a reckless man, and he will choose to defend when the time is right.

"Bah." Xing Yan spat blood to the side, the ax that he had been holding with one hand, suddenly clenched both hands, and at the same time, he slashed down viciously!

A blue-black ax blade was thrown out obliquely in a circular arc, so fast that it even tore up the turf under his feet, cutting a moving trace.

But no matter how fast the arc of the ax blade is, the distance of 20 meters is enough for Chen Lin to dodge.

Apparently, Xing Yan also realized this, and he didn't stop his movements. Holding the huge ax with both hands, he swung it again and again, and threw the ax blades out in circular arcs one after another.

Chen Lin moved to the left and dodged to the right, but he felt that the offensive on the opposite side was getting faster and faster. Xing Yan turned from a melee fighter into a long-range output cannon!

Players who come to participate in the heads-up competition have almost no shortcomings!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Following the tenth slash of the giant axe, Xing Yan suddenly yelled, with bruised veins on his face, black and blue light in his eyes, and the sixteenth star slot in the star chart suddenly lit up rise!

Under the tattered brim of his training hat, Chen Lin's complexion changed drastically. Feeling the gusts of wind around him, he retreated quickly, but his body tilted suddenly, narrowly dodging a wind blade behind him.

Dodged the first one, the second one, the third one...

In an instant, with Chen Lin as the center, within a radius of 20 meters, there were covered with blue and black ax blade arcs!

Remote output! And it's still a range skill!

There was no way for Chen Lin to retreat, his body froze suddenly, like ten dragons in Shaolin, he slowly stood up and walked out of the auditorium.

The two sides of the battle and the number of battles are determined by the child's little hand. The match between Zhao Wenlong and another Hunan King of Soldiers is the second match.

Even though everyone had just watched an extremely tragic game, they were even more enthusiastic about the upcoming game.

This is not only a competition between the imperial capital Xingwu and the Shonan Military Academy, but also a head-on confrontation between the fist masters!

When it comes to boxing, I'm afraid that the top 32 here will not be bad at it.

But what can be called a "master of boxing and kicking",

Of the 32 people, there are only a handful of three.

Xing Aiyang from the Hunan Military Academy, Zhao Wenlong, Xingwu of the Imperial Capital, and Xie Yan, Xingwu of the Central Plains.

"Aiyang! Come on! Aiyang! Come on!" Zhu Fengfeng kept cheering for Xing Aiyang, and the tall Xing Aiyang took a deep breath and stepped onto the stage.

Seventeen minutes later, amidst the sound of "Ada~Ada~", the referee announced the end of the game.

Zhao Wenlong raised his right fist high, the once white fist belt was already stained red with blood.

Hou Mingming grinned the corners of his mouth, seeming to be disdainful, but also seemed to be expressing that this should be the case.

In the second round, Zhao Wenlong won!

Jiang Xiao stood up suddenly, picked up the giant blade leaning on the seat beside him, and stepped down.

When entering the arena, he touched Zhao Wenlong's fist lightly as he walked out of the arena.

Zhao Wenlong was out of breath, his voice was tense and his condition was very bad: "Don't think that she will only crawl around. She is very fast, so fast that you can't imagine."

Jiang Xiao brushed past Zhao Wenlong, his voice serious: "I know."

Zhao Wenlong nodded. Among the small group in the imperial capital Xingwu, he was most worried about Jiang Xiao.

Although Jiang Xiao wins every time, his flamboyant style and unexpected moves always make people sweat.

The small hands of six-year-old children have caused the current situation.

The two kings of soldiers stopped at the top 32, which is embarrassing. The fall of the traditional tycoon seems to have given some opportunities to other students, but there are many capable people in China. If only 8 national players are selected nationwide, it is almost impossible to fish in troubled waters. man of.

Zhu Fengyu clenched his fists, shook his short ear-length hair vigorously, and was still muttering something, as if he was making some psychological hints.

This is a relatively typical Beijing girl, lively, cheerful, and slightly pungent. Although she went to the Shonan Military Academy, her star skills still have a very strong Jinmen and Yanzhao style.

There is no way, the shadows of Jinmen City and Yanzhao Province are too strong, Min Zhan from the surrounding provinces will come here admiringly, stealing lessons from teachers.

Zhu Fengfeng is a typical shadow-type sensitive war, and she is considered a stab war, not a fight.

"Single seedling, single seedling! We must win!" Zhu Fengyu muttered softly, opened the small door of the iron cage, and ran into the green field.

If the traditional powerful players stop at the top 32 and none of them are selected for the national team squad, then this is not just a story, but an accident.

Zhu Fengyu didn't want to see the news of the next day:

"The southwestern single-handedly challenged the king to defeat the Hunan soldier king."

"Emperor Capital Xingwu double-killed the Shonan Military Academy."

Zhu Fengfeng pressed down the brim of his training hat, and looked at Jiang Xiao in the other half with his beautiful eyes.

The boy was holding a giant blade, and his eyes were looking at her with scorching eyes.

Zhu Fengyu, who loves to be crazy and troublesome, is extremely focused at this time, and he doesn't despise Jiang Xiao at all.

She has seen the selection contest of Xingwu in the imperial capital, Jiang Xiao's superb sword skills, and the scene of him chasing Fang Xiao and galloping all over the field.

Zhu Fengyu bowed his legs slightly, ready to fight.

I am not that useless Fang Xiao.

Is your knife really faster than mine?

"Both players are ready!" The referee's voice came through the microphone, "The match begins!"

The moment the words fell, three faint shadows appeared on Zhu Fengyu's body.

At the same time, Zhu Fengyu rushed left and right at a very high speed, and that movement was obviously avoiding blessings!

And with a wave of her tender little hand, a shadow blade flew towards Jiang Xiao quickly!

"Cough." Zhu Yufeng coughed suddenly, top-heavy, suddenly staggered, and the second and third shadow blades in his hand disappeared without a trace.

Obviously, this is the sound of silence!

Holding the blade in one hand, Jiang Xiao knocked away the shadow blade that was shooting rapidly,

The other hand stretched out, aiming at the dodging stabbing.

platinum silence,

This is my most polite opening!

Platinum blessing?

It may hurt your self-esteem!