Romance of Dragons and Snakes

The opponents of this martial arts congress were randomly drawn from computers.

The computer shows both sides of the duel, whoever smokes it.

If you draw both sides, you have to fight. There is no room for that.

And random sampling, no ghosts to mess with, it all depends on one's luck, maybe touching a god like chief god as a little expert.

It could be the first game, and it could be Wang Chao against the god leader or Baliming.

In front of a fair random sample, no one can mess with anything but luck or strength.

But it's not necessarily death, even if you smoke a master with your low hand. After sampling, abstention may also be given. There is also an opportunity to participate in the fighting after abstaining.

Everyone has three opportunities to abstain.

The rules governing this martial arts congress are fairly fair. Everything was transparent, and the parties drawn were present, and they could discuss with each other how to fight each other.

The huge screen on the wall flashes and the lights go off on land. Thirty minutes after his feet flashed, two names appeared.

Sapporo, North Chenyan.

Hongmen, Zhu Hongzhi, China.

These two names, first in Chinese, then in English, then in Japanese, Korean, Arabic, Russian, German, etc., and dozens of other words, so everyone here can see who is randomly selected by computer.

“Zhu Hongzhi signed up?” Just when the name Zhu Hongzhi appeared, many people were surprised and many did not expect it. Zhu Hongzhi also signed up to participate in this martial arts convention.

You know, attending a martial arts convention is very dangerous, because no one knows who they're going to smoke. Maybe he'll smoke Wang Chao, but he'll also smoke the evil gods of the gods. Then you're dead.

Zhu Hongzhi, the big man of Hongmen, although famous, hasn't been touched for 20 years, everyone knows that he is old. So a lot of people thought he was just here to lead the team, but they didn't think that the old bone actually went juvenile.

How courageous is it to sign up at his age to leave his name on the stage of this life and leave life and death completely behind?

On site

Beichen An extracted martial artist, who said that Beichen was a swordsman, took the lead in walking down the center of the site.

Meanwhile, wearing a black coat, black cloth shoes with a thousand layers of sole, slightly relaxed face, but also mentally healthy, sharp-eyed Zhu Hongzhi walked to the center of the site step by step.

They stopped more than ten meters apart, their eyes looking at each other, while the eyes of tens of thousands of eyes projected on them.

The two have been the focus of all the world's masters and are truly in the spotlight.

“Mr. Zhu, you must be over seventy years old. Why are you still attending this martial arts convention? I'm only forty years old, age, strength, you're all beneath me. And my field experience in Beichen is no less than yours. Aren't you afraid to die? Now that you admit you lost, it's too late to quit. ”

Beichen An looked at Zhu Hongzhi, gently.

The rules of this martial arts congress were as follows: two people from both sides could abstain from admitting defeat before proceeding.

Everyone has three chances to abstain.

For example, Zhu Hongzhi now smokes me in Beichen. If he doesn't pay himself as an opponent, he can abstain from admitting defeat. In the next round, he again draws a strong opponent, and he can abstain. It was only after three abstentions that the real loss and no longer eligible to participate in the martial arts convention amounted to a phase-out.

But if you really start, you can't give up, you can only be killed, or your opponent will save your life after being beaten and maimed.

This martial arts congress was neither adjudicated nor prohibited. Nor any protective equipment. This is why it is not broadcast domestically, and domestic journalists are not allowed to film and do live coverage.

“Mr. Beichen, how fortunate is it that this martial arts congress is an opportunity for the millennium, a stage in which life blooms, for us martial arts practitioners, to meet this opportunity? Even if it leaves life here. And it's worth it. Don't you think so? ”

Zhu Hongzhi looked at Beichen Ban with a wise eye.

“Leaving aside the resentment of our martial arts community, you are a respectable predecessor.” Beichen 'an looked sombre and said: “Are we fighting, or are we fighting? ”

This martial arts congress, drawn from both sides, could propose a comparable weapon. If one party disagrees with the weapon, use a computer between the weapon, the fist and the foot, and smoke again.

The weapons of this martial arts congress limit guns and shells, but not bows and crossbows. The rest of the long guns, iron sticks, knives, swords, shields, everything works.

“Just fist and toe, of course, you are the doorman of Beichen, you are good with knives, and if you use knives, I will accompany you.” Zhu Hongzhi spoke freely.

“Then beat the fists and feet. If the fists and feet do not win or lose, then beat the knife.” Beichen An smiled, "But before we do, I have something to show Mr. Zhu first. ”

“What is it?” Zhu Hongzhi asked.

“It's four words. If anyone loses this time, how about hanging those four words on the wall of their house? ”

Beichen An pulled a scroll out of his clothes. Gently unfolded, it was actually four words, four Chinese martial artists, the four most familiar words.

These four words, even Zhu Hongzhi's cultivated martial arts master saw, couldn't help but burst into the eyes of a sharp killing machine.

These four words, of course, are "East Asian Sick Men."

“Fine, fine, fine, fine. ”

Zhu Hongzhi said a few words and never spoke again.

Beichen An threw this scroll away and landed on the far ground. Hold your hands.

At that point, a rushing bell rang throughout the venue.

It's the ringtone of the Beginning of the Battle.

When the bell rings, both sides of the battle will not admit to losing, but will continue to die.

Boo!

Just moments after the ringtone stopped, North Chenyan did it.

He's a big step! With his legs rushing forward, his rear leg actually exceeded his front leg, while his arm suddenly brushed from under his small belly and his arm curved into an arc, like a long Oriental samurai knife from the bottom to the top.

Beichen's must-kill "Sheath Technique”.

This sheath burst, time, geography, environmental grasp all reached a peak, and the momentum was unprecedented, with a bloody storm.

This time, he didn't say hello, or when the ringtone just cut off, it was a raid. But in terms of rules, it's impeccable.

Zhu Hongzhi broke the bell for a moment, and moved.

Suddenly, his body retracted by half a step, suddenly, his front foot followed by another half step, exhaled and sounded, his whole body hair exploded, like a hedgehog, fiercely vigorous, one punch out, his whole body pore wide open, the sweat directly became white fog coming out of the pore.

Half a step back, half a step, one punch, Zhu Hongzhi actually used all his strength.

He doesn't save his strength at all. The first move was to strike out all the power.

“Got it!” Beichen Yan suddenly burst into Zhu Hongzhi at the moment of the outbreak of a type of "shearing technique”. There was a feeling in his heart that the other party would surely die. This was also the confidence of the martial artist. At the moment he rushed to Zhu Hongzhi, the knife seemed to have touched the other party's chest.

Beichen, I felt victory in between moments.

However, while his finger touched Zhu Hongzhi's chest, the other party's footsteps suddenly retreated, only half a step, but had avoided his gesture.

Beichen Yan's heart moved, shouted, and further, another knife came out of the stack. This is a singular pursuit.

However, just as he intensified his pursuit, Zhu Hongzhi advanced a half-step, and a fist broke, such as beating the mountain down into the sea, hit him in the abdomen.

Break!

Beichen An was punched directly, his big body took off high, and then he fell straight to the ground. His body was like a carp out of water, and he held up a few, leaving only a faint breath.

It's too short a time for the two of us to fight each other!

Even the ringtones in the venue have not been cut off, and the aftertaste of the ringtones begins, swinging in the corners of the venue.

At the moment of the end of the ringtone, Beichen was the first to attack, Zhu Hongzhi retreated, and then moved on, two and a half steps, one broken fist, is the set of half-step broken fists.

One back, one in, one punch, knock the North Chen 'an off, smashing all the bellies.

“How do you know I'm the first to attack? It's so clever of you to step back, but if I'm up against you, you're going to lose. Your retreat won't hold up my knife, so why did you know I was attacking? Do you have the ability to see psychological motives ahead of time? ”

Beichen was lying on the ground with a faint breath, but he didn't understand.

With Zhu Hongzhi's kung fu, speed and ability to react, the knife he had just erupted could not resist and could not be avoided, but Zhu Hongzhi stepped back half a step and flashed away. There is only one possibility that Zhu Hung Zhi anticipated in advance that he would use this knife, thus retreating ahead of time.

But such kung fu, almost a myth, Beichen An does not believe Zhu Hongzhi has such ability.

“I don't have that ability, I'm just relying on the experience of an adversary, and this punch of mine, if you resist, I'm dead. Because I don't have the strength to make a second punch. If you blame yourself, you're in a hurry.” Zhu Hong Zhiduo, he walked to the side, picked up the scroll of "East Asian Sick Man”, gently built it on the body of Beichen and walked out of the field.

The first duel was so fast.

The ringtone was still ringing, and people died.

(To be continued)