Chapter 277: Grade 3 No. 1

Northern Xinjiang Military Department.

People in the military department are simple and direct.

As soon as Fang Ping arrived, there were few polite words from the military headquarters. Soon, Fang Ping saw two young men in military uniforms in the martial arts field where the military headquarters was stationed.

Both of them are tall and tall, and their facial expressions are as if they were carved out of a mold, stern.

"Northern Xinjiang Military Headquarters, Chen Qiufeng!"

"Northern Border Army, Guo Xuan!"

Both young men stood upright, and the military ranks they wore showed that they were both officers at the command level.

It is still extremely difficult for a third-rank warrior to become a uniform-level officer.

Fang Ping can do it now, but he is because of Dongkui City, otherwise, he is so far behind that even the captain can't reach it.

The two introduced themselves, and then there was no sound.

In addition to these two people, there was also a slightly older officer in his thirties who was also at the same level.

Seeing that Fang Ping hadn't reacted yet, he smiled lightly and said, "Both of them are here, you choose one, and it's the same for anyone. They usually fight each other, and the outcome is 50-50."

Fang Ping laughed, so straightforward?

Glancing at the two people on the opposite side, they both had... expressionless faces.

Seeing Fang Ping looking over, the young man who introduced himself as Chen Qiufeng said in a deep voice, "We prefer to fight in the crypt, but since you want to compete, we will accompany you, but the fists and feet have no eyes.

We won't hold back! "

Fang Ping said with a smile: "That's for sure. As for the crypt battle, to be honest, it's too difficult to meet an evenly matched opponent, so the challenge is a last resort."

In the Catacombs, no one will make a list for you to challenge anyone, and there is no such opportunity.

If you want to meet the top experts of the same product, it depends on your luck, it is too difficult to meet.

The two people on the opposite side didn't say anything, that's true. If you want to meet a strong person of the same rank one-on-one in the cave, the probability of not meeting a high-ranking one is high.

Seeing this, Fang Ping was no longer vague, looked at Chen Qiufeng and said, "I challenge you!"

If you want to fight, naturally fight first.

Since Guo Xuan is ranked second, it means that he is still weaker than Chen Qiufeng.

Chen Qiufeng didn't hesitate, and quickly took off his military jacket, leaving only the military vest inside.

There are scars all over the body.

On the bare arms alone, Fang Ping saw a series of hideous scars.

Chen Qiufeng is also a warrior with guns. In the military headquarters or military academy, there are more warriors with guns than with swords, because it is easier to form a battle formation and strangle stronger warriors than them.

There are also two types of warriors who use guns.

A gun with a wooden barrel. This kind of gun has more changes and can be used in a variety of tactics.

One is to use a full-body alloy gun, which has fewer changes in combat methods, but is more straightforward and fierce.

Chen Qiufeng used a full-body alloy gun.

The tip of the gun is faintly dark red.

It was stained with blood for a long time, and the blood seeped into the interior, which could not be washed away.

...

Walking onto the arena, Chen Qiufeng looked at Fang Ping.

Seeing this, Fang Ping didn't hesitate anymore, and walked up with a long knife in his hand.

"Mo Wu Fang Ping, please advise!"

"please!"

As soon as Chen Qiufeng uttered the word "please", the spears fired almost simultaneously, piercing Fang Ping's throat instantly.

Fang Ping's footsteps moved lightly, just as he avoided it, the spear fell down, full of blood and evil spirit!

Fang Ping looked dignified, this is a killer move, the energy and blood are extremely strong!

"Can you still be as strong as me?"

Fang Ping pulled his legs apart, lowered his waist suddenly, and shot up, slashing down like a mountain with a long knife.

As soon as he jumped up, Chen Qiufeng let out a low growl, and turned his spear, piercing his blade straight, several times in quick succession, causing Fang Ping's long knife to deviate from the center.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Qiufeng moved, quickly approached Fang Ping, leaped through the air, bent his knees, and hit Fang Ping's chest sharply and ferociously with both knees.

Fang Ping didn't retreat, but slapped his knee with his palm.

As soon as the photo was taken, Fang Ping felt a shock in his palm, and it hurt a little.

Chen Qiufeng's style of play was simple, but he did not let anyone down. It was not enough to hit Fang Ping's chest with his knees. His hands with guns were also bent, and his elbows hit Fang Ping's head fiercely.

Fang Ping let out a low cry, took a few steps back, and quickly cut down with the long knife.

Chen Qiufeng stabbed again with his gun, his energy and blood exploded with great force, and his speed was extremely fast, he stabbed more than ten spears in a row, sparks shot all over the place.

When Fang Ping's long knife was deflected again, Chen Qiufeng let out a low growl, and a faint red blood light appeared on the tip of the spear, and pointed at Fang Ping's throat.

Fang Ping raised his eyebrows, let out a low shout, and the saber added three more points, and a red blood glow burst out, slashing at his collarbone.

However, Chen Qiufeng didn't seem to notice it, and the spear still pierced Fang Ping's throat extremely swiftly and violently.

Fang Ping's eyes flashed sullenly, did Chen Qiufeng predict that he would not kill him?

Or is this the way the military plays?

Before he had time to think about it, Fang Ping's long knife quickly deflected, and he slashed towards the barrel of the gun. The explosive force was so great that the slashing spear instantly tilted and pierced the void around Fang Ping.

Chen Qiufeng didn't feel lucky to survive the catastrophe, nor did he hesitate at all. It was almost the moment Fang Ping slashed his spear, and this guy bullied him again, hitting Fang Ping with his elbows and knees. .

The throat is naturally one of the key points for a martial artist at the peak of the third rank.

As for the lower yin, although the physique is very strong, it is definitely a vital point. Even a man can't bear it if he gets hit.

Fang Ping opened the distance again, but as soon as he opened the distance, the tip of the gun appeared in front of his throat or face. From the beginning to the end, Chen Qiufeng was like a robot, with extremely fast speed and strong explosion, and did not leave anyone time to breathe. .

Here Fang Ping was still holding back the fire, and Chen Qiufeng changed his style of play again.

When Fang Ping slashed open the spear again, Chen Qiufeng's eyes turned red suddenly, he roared angrily, drew the spear back, then paused for a moment, and then the spear burst into a whining sound, piercing Fang Ping's head like lightning.

"Military Warrior!"

At this time, this term appeared in Fang Ping's mind. In the next moment, there was almost no hesitation. The long knife seemed to cut through the void, bursting out a powerful force of blood and blood, and slashed down with a series of almost indistinguishable sounds. continuous sound.

Boom!

The ground cracked and rubble flew everywhere.

Just as Fang Ping took a breath, Chen Qiufeng flew backwards, but without stopping at all, the spear was thrown out with a whistling sound, and went straight to Fang Ping's face.

And Chen Qiufeng himself was also following behind the thrown spear, Fang Ping just wanted to avoid it, when he saw this, he suddenly let out a low growl, his left hand took on the shape of a knife, and quickly slashed at the flying spear.

After splitting the spear, Fang Ping shouted: "Try my seven cuts in one!"

"Buzz!"

The air hummed, Fang Ping held the saber in his right hand, the long saber trembled invisibly seven times in mid-air, and fell down in the blink of an eye.

Chen Qiufeng's eyes were cold and stern, and his speed was three minutes faster. He didn't care about the long knife slashing down, but clasped his hands together, intending to smash Fang Ping's neck with one punch.

At this moment, Fang Ping's long saber fell, and Chen Qiufeng's fists went straight to his throat.

Who is fast, who lives, who is slow, who dies!

...

There were not many onlookers, except for a few soldiers, only Sun Mingyu who brought Fang Ping was left.

Sun Mingyu and Sun Mingyu both had serious expressions on their faces, as did the soldiers who were watching.

Chen Qiufeng's strength... seems to be weaker than Fang Ping.

But Chen Qiufeng's style of play is straightforward, and his moves are desperate.

In comparison, Fang Ping was a little less aggressive than him.

But at this moment, until now, the outcome is determined by one move, whoever wins... If no one intervenes, there may be casualties!

Just when the most powerful officer was about to intervene, Fang Ping had just slapped his spear away. His left hand, which seemed to be forgotten by everyone, suddenly appeared. The left hand was in the shape of a palm knife, bursting out with strong blood, and slashed at Chen Qiufeng with his palm. fists!

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, Fang Ping's left palm splashed the blood from Chen Qiufeng's combined fists, and deviated from the direction of the throat.

However, the long knife had already been chopped down and reached the top of Chen Qiufeng's head, bringing up countless hairs that had been shredded by strength. The top of Chen Qiufeng's head was also bleeding profusely at this moment, and his face was covered with traces of blood flow.

"you lose!"

Fang Ping was panting, but the long knife did not move away.

Chen Qiufeng wiped the blood from his face, but he didn't feel too disappointed. He said calmly, "You have very strong qi and blood. You exploded with a knife in your right hand, but your left hand still has enough strength to explode again. Can you tell me how high your qi and blood are?" ?"

It's not just because of the high qi and blood, Fang Ping can also use one mind and two minds, using both hands alone for big moves.

Of course, this has something to do with strong mental power, Fang Ping has enough spare power to control it, Chen Qiufeng guessed this, and it's not too surprising.

"Over 1400 cards..."

Chen Qiufeng suddenly lost his voice, passed by directly, bent down to pick up the spear, and said in a muffled voice: "You are not ruthless enough, if you are ruthless enough, you don't have to fight with me until now, catch up with me quickly, and you can kill me with one blow."

"I want to learn from each other, I don't want to kill people."

"That's why I said that it is meaningless to fight with human warriors. I prefer to fight with cave warriors. Either he dies or I die."

Fang Ping shrugged and didn't say anymore, Chen Qiufeng is very strong, but not necessarily much stronger than Ling Yiyi.

It can only be said that his style of play is very fierce, and his shots are all fighting for his life.

Those who are weaker than him, or slightly stronger, really fight against each other, and they are a bit restrained, so it is difficult to be his opponent.

Ling Yiyi actually killed a lot of people, but Ling Yiyi didn't just fight to the death, she still had the idea of ​​self-protection, when encountering life crisis, Ling Yiyi would also defend and block.

Chen Qiufeng, from the time he made the shot to now, has hardly ever blocked a single shot.

He and Ling Yiyi met, and if their strengths were equal, Ling Yiyi might be killed, while Chen Qiufeng would probably end up seriously injured.

As for Fang Ping, he has much stronger blood and mental power than him, so he wins faster.

Winning or losing is actually in the blink of an eye.

...

After the fight between the two ended, the older officer chuckled and said, "Fang Ping, do you consider coming to the Northern Xinjiang Military Headquarters to sharpen your skills for a while? You are not weak, but you can see that there is still less blood..."

Fang Ping laughed. In fact, he killed a lot.

But compared with the people in the military department, that is really much less.

"Thank you, but I have to go back to school, forget it for now."

Fang Ping shook his head, if he really wants to see blood, there are many opportunities.

The Catacombs of Modu is right next to the school. If he wants to fight, he can go directly into the Catacombs. At this stage, he can kill as many people as possible.

"Pity."

The older officers felt a little regretful. It was more difficult for the military to recruit talents than for the Wuda University.

After all, in the eyes of most people, Wuhan University is more popular. After entering Wuhan University, you can choose a variety of options after graduation. You can go to the military, go to politics, go to the detective bureau, go to business... these are all possible.

What about the military?

That is much more restrictive!

The descendants of warriors, unless they are soldiers, will rarely choose to enter the military department. The death rate in the military department is much higher than that of the martial arts university, and first-rank warriors have to go to the battlefield.

At Wuhan University, at least they trained you to the third grade before going.

The military trains strong men... It's more similar to Wu Kuishan's idea. Throw tens of thousands of first-rank warriors into the burrow, and they will be stronger alive.

No one questioned the actions of the military department. Unlike Wuhan University, the main task of the military department is to guard and fight.

As for Wuhan University going to do this, there are quite a few objections.

...

At the end of the fight, Sun Mingyu stepped forward and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to win so easily."

"It's not easy."

Fang Ping shook his head and said: "The fight with others is long and bruised all over, that's because everyone's purpose is to learn from each other, and their purpose is to kill people. At this time, if you can't kill me, I can kill him.

He didn't hurt my mind either. No matter how serious the injury is, there is still a chance of a comeback. It's better to kill with one blow. "

"No matter what, you still won, your blood is so strong."

Fang Ping said with a smile: "There hasn't been a qualitative change yet. The power of Qi and blood between 1000 cards and 1400 cards is still the same, slightly stronger. Once there is a qualitative change, it will be a real change."

They chatted for a few words, but Fang Ping wanted to leave without interrupting.

At this time, Guo Xuan, who had been silent all this time, came over and said, "Fang Ping, please take care of my younger brother, he admires you very much."

"ah?"

"Guo Sheng."

Fang Ping was stunned!

This guy is that little fat man's brother?

Guo Xuan didn't say much, and said briefly: "Actually, I don't really want him to become a warrior, but he chooses himself, and I won't stop him. Mowu is more suitable for him than the military department. I am away all year round, and I can't take care of him. I hope Can you look after some for me.

Those of us whose only hope is for our families to be safe. "

Fang Ping looked at the well-proportioned, cool and handsome young man, and then recalled the little fat guy Guo Sheng, before asking in confusion, "Brother?"

Guo Xuan looked at him for a while, nodded slightly, and walked away without saying a word.

Chen Qiufeng on the side also wiped off the blood on his body, put on his coat, and said with a light smile, "Help me take care of Chen Yunxi."

Fang Ping broke down and said, "Your sister?"

"Um."

"My sister?"

"Cousin."

Fang Ping was completely speechless, what should I say?

Is it a meeting to meet relatives?

"Why didn't anyone tell me before?"

Chen Qiufeng looked at him strangely, why did he tell you in advance?

Let me put it this way now, it depends on your mood whether you take care of it or not, and no one will force you. Besides, maybe it's better if you don't take care of it. Who knows when you took someone out to wander and was hacked to death.

Fang Ping smiled wryly, and finally looked at the elderly officer who was about to leave, and whispered, "Brother, do you have any relatives you want me to take care of?"

The older officer laughed dumbfounded, shook his head and said, "No, take care of yourself, becoming a master is more important than anything else."

A grandmaster is an army, an army of warriors!

An army composed of warriors of the lower third rank, less than 10,000 people, if they meet a grandmaster, if they really want to slaughter them, they can be slaughtered.

One more Grandmaster means one more hope of victory.

Fang Ping breathed a sigh of relief, then nodded and said, "I believe it will be soon."

Everyone in the arena laughed, and no one said anything, let alone hurt Fang Ping's self-confidence.

If the master really wanted to be so successful, Hua Guo wouldn't have such a few masters.

Don't look at the hundreds of people, but this is the accumulation of dozens and hundreds of years. Among the more than 300 grandmasters, more than half are over 80 years old, and there are very few who are really young, and there have been more in recent years.

Fang Ping, who is less than 20 years old, even if he has hope to become a grand master, how many years will it take?

The older officer didn't say anything, and left one after another with the others. Whether they won or lost, losing to humans was better than losing in the Catacombs. In the Catacombs, they lost, and all they had to wait for was death.

...

On August 8th, the third-rank combat power list was updated again.

Mo Wu Fang Ping, ranked first!

When the list came out, the outside world knew that Fang Ping must have challenged the warriors of the army, but it was a pity that he didn't see the video.

In fact, if you see it, you will probably be disappointed.

The battle ended quickly, there were no fancy tactics, only desperate killing moves.

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