Chapter 512

"I'll go, I'll go, I'll go..." bursts of exclamation, accompanied by the sound of chopping the axe in the field.

On the green field, in the strong iron cage, No. 81 Xingyan waved his huge axe and Tomahawk, and had a close relationship with Chen Lin, the king of soldiers from the Xiangnan military academy.

After nearly 7 minutes of testing, they have now entered the stage of desperate!

Strong! Ferocious! Grumpy!

It seems that there is no word "defense" in Xing Yan's dictionary. The clothes torn by sword Qi are full of blood. With his action, the bulging pectoralis major muscles are looming.

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

Jiang Xiao saw the star map of double weapons for the first time!

In the group of Xingwu people, most of their star maps are one kind, such as Han jiangxue's white fireworks, and Xia Yan's two handed sword.

The star map of Xingyan in the field is a huge animal shield. In front of the rectangular shield, there is a long handle axe and Tomahawk placed obliquely.

27 slot!

The animal face shield and axe and Tomahawk with the color of blue and gray are very similar to the unearthed bronze relics.

This combination of patterns is very distinctive. Although the animal face on the shield is a little fuzzy, it can be seen that it is very ferocious. The head is tilted, and the long handle of axe and Tomahawk is in the mouth, which is as fierce as Xing Yan's.

From his star chart, it's clear that he doesn't know how to defend, he just gives up.

Bang!

Xing Yan's body flew upside down. He was afraid that it was twenty meters away.

Xing Yan turned over in the air and landed heavily. He stepped on two earth pits and coughed: "cough."

Blood is flowing in the corner of his mouth, but Xing Yan's eyes are always like a hungry wolf, staring at his opponent.

On the other side, Chen Lin, a soldier in a ragged camouflage suit, holds a sword in one hand, but his wound is much less than that of Xing Yan. He is not a wild man, and he will choose to defend at the right time.

"Bah." Xing Yan spat blood foam to one side. The axe and Tomahawk he had been holding with one hand suddenly clenched with both hands. At the same time, he slashed down fiercely!

A bluish black blade was thrown out obliquely in an arc, which was extremely fast. It even tore up the grass under its feet and cut a trail of moving forward.

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

Obviously, Xing Yan is aware of this. He doesn't stop. He sticks to the axe with both hands, waves it repeatedly, and throws it out one by one.

Chen Lin moved left and flashed right, but he felt that the attack on the opposite side was faster and faster. Xing Yan turned from a near soldier into a long-range output Fort!

To participate in the singles, there is almost no short board!

"Ah, ah, ah!" With the tenth axe cut down, Xing Yan suddenly had a violent drink, his face was blue, his eyes were black and blue, and the sixteenth slot in the star map suddenly lit up!

Under the brim of his shabby training hat, Chen Lin's face changes dramatically. He feels the wind around him. He retreats quickly, but his body is suddenly crooked, and narrowly avoids a wind blade in the rear.

Dodged the first, the second, the third

All of a sudden, with Chen Lin as the center and within a radius of 20 meters, there were full of bluish black axes!

Remote output! And it's still range technology!

Chen Lin had no choice but to retreat. His body suddenly froze. His whole body was like the eighteen bronze men of Shaolin. He became golden.

Ding!

The arc of the bluish black axe blade came from the slanting rear and chopped on Chen Lin's right shoulder, making a piercing sound of metal collision.

Ding... Ding... Ding

One by one, the arc of the axe blade suddenly appeared, which constituted a real ferocious storm of the axe blade!

In the area of the bluish black blade storm, Chen Lin remained motionless, as if his body had solidified, but the trace of the knife and axe on his body was getting deeper and deeper.

The next moment, a crowd glared.

Chen Lin's body flew up with the wind blade in the storm of the axe blade. He played around in the dark storm. The picture was very spectacular for a moment! Very shocking!

This omni-directional, no dead end blade storm lasted at least 15 seconds.

Finally!

With Chen Lin's scream, the golden color on his right leg faded, and his leg was quickly torn open!

Chen Lin's golden light quickly faded under the pain of his torn and cut leg.

"Stop it! Stop The referee's voice burst out.

"Ha... Ha... Ha..." Xing Yan gasped heavily, his face was covered with sweat and blood, his right leg was soft, half kneeling on the ground, and his black axe disappeared without a trace.

If Chen Lin can hold on a little longer, it seems that it will be another ending?

But there is no if in the world. Several staff members have already run to Chen Lin with their legs cut into three pieces.

I don't know if Chen Lin's leg can be connected. Jiang Xiao believes that the staff here should be very high-level Xingwu practitioners of the medical department. After all, these participants are all the pillars of the country. Even if they hurt one, it would be a huge loss.

Xing Yan, the first top 16 player born!

He seemed to be trying to stand up. His body was shaking, his legs were shaking, and he took a step. His huge body was like pushing a golden mountain and toppling a jade pillar. He fell to the ground with a plop, and dyed the green grass red.

The first competition, even so tragic!

Such a picture and ending seems to make a very perfect comment for the top 16 quota: want to enter the top 16? Give me my life!

This is what a true national team member should have!

Zhao Wenlong slowly stood up and walked out of the audience.

Both sides of the battle and the times of the battlefield are decided by the child's little hand. Zhao Wenlong's competition with another king of southern Hunan is in the second game.

Even if the crowd just watched a very fierce game, but for the upcoming game, they even have a higher enthusiasm.

This is not only the competition between the imperial capital Xingwu and Xiangnan military academy, but also the confrontation between the boxing masters!

When it comes to boxing, I'm afraid none of the top 32 here are bad at it.

But among the 32 people who can be called "boxing masters", there are only three.

Xing aiyang of Xiangnan military academy, Zhao Wenlong of Xingwu in the imperial capital, and Xie Yan of Xingwu in the Central Plains.

"Aiyang! come on. Aiyang! Come on Zhu Fengyu constantly cheers on Xing aiyang. Tall Xing aiyang takes a deep breath and steps on the stage.

17 minutes later, the referee announced the end of the game in the sound of "a Da ~ a Da ~".

Zhao Wenlong raised his right fist high. The once white band had been dyed red with blood.

After that, he grinned, as if disdaining and expressing what he should have been.

In the second game, Zhao Wenlong wins!

Jiang Xiao suddenly stood up, picked up the huge blade leaning against the seat, and stepped down.

In the entrance, and out of the field of Zhao Wenlong fist gently touch.

Zhao Wenlong was out of breath, his voice was a little tight, and he was in a bad state: "don't think she will just crawl around. She's so fast, so fast you can't imagine

Jiang Xiao and Zhao Wenlong pass by in a serious voice: "I know."

Zhao Wenlong nodded. Among the small groups in Xingwu, the capital of the emperor, he was most worried about Jiang Xiao.

Although Jiang Xiao has won every time, his pompous style and unexpected actions always make people sweat.

The small hands of six-year-old children have created the present situation.

It's a pity that the two king soldiers stopped in the top 32. It seems that the fall of the traditional heroes has given other students some opportunities. However, there are many talented people in China. If only eight national players are selected nationwide, it's almost impossible for them to fish in troubled waters.

Zhu Fengyu clenched his fist and shook his short hair hard. He was still chanting words. It seemed that he was making some psychological hints.

This is a typical Beijing girl. She is lively, cheerful and a little bit pungent. Although she went to Xiangnan military academy, her star skill has a strong style of Jinmen and Yanzhao.

There is no way. The shadow of Jinmen City and Yanzhao province is too strong, and the Minzhan of the surrounding provinces will come and steal their teachers to learn.

Zhu Fengyu is a typical shadow. She is a sensitive war. She is a stabbing war, not a fighting war.

"Dumiao, Dumiao! We have to win! " Zhu Fengyu murmured softly and opened the iron cage door and ran into the green field.

If the traditional powerful players stop in the top 32 and no one is selected into the national team, it will not only be a story, but also an accident.

Zhu Fengyu doesn't want to see the news the next day

"The king of Southwest China is the king of southern Hunan."

"The imperial capital, Xingwu, killed Xiangnan military academy."

Zhu Fengyu pressed the brim of his hat and looked at Jiang Xiao in the other half with beautiful eyes.

The boy was holding a huge blade, and his eyes were burning at her.

Zhu Fengyu, who is crazy and noisy, is extremely attentive at this time, and does not despise Jiang Xiao at all.

She has seen the selection competition of Xingwu, the capital of the emperor, Jiang Xiao's superb and heinous sword technique, and the scene of him chasing Fang Xiao.

Zhu Yu bowed his legs slightly and prepared for the battle.

I'm not the useless Fang Xiao.

Is your knife really faster than mine?

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

At the moment when the voice fell, three faint shadows appeared on Zhu Fengyu.

At the same time, Zhu Fengyu's body is rushing to the left and right, which is obviously avoiding blessing!

And her small white hand is also a wave, a shadow blade quickly flew to Jiangxiao“ Cough. " Zhu Fengyu suddenly coughed, his head heavy and his feet light, his body suddenly staggered, and his second and third shadow blades disappeared without a trace. Obviously, this is the voice of silence! Jiang Xiao holds the blade in one hand, knocks the shadow blade that flies rapidly, and points out the other hand, aiming at the stabbing battle that dodges rapidly. Platinum silence, this is my most polite opening. Platinum blessing? It could hurt your self-esteem.