Peerless Pirates

Chapter 318 Turning defeat into victory

In the martial arts competition between Song Zheng and Yang Dong, Yang Dong was so powerful that he directly forced Song Zheng to the foot of the west wall (the latest chapter of Golden Lock Marriage).

During the entire competition, Song Zheng did not attack once, but only defended blindly. It is not that Song Zheng really had no ability to fight back at all. Although his Coiling Dragon Sword Stick had not yet taken shape, and he did not use the Zhenyuan Sword Technique, if he was entangled,

Even if they started fighting, he wouldn't retreat so quickly. The reason why he didn't fight back was because he deliberately wanted to show off Yang Dong's strength.

In the past year in Dajin, his kung fu has not slowed down. Although he is very interested in the calligraphy, paintings and Taoist scriptures in Dajin Palace, martial arts is the foundation of his life. After a year of seclusion, he changed the Taiyi sword technique.

After a while, I realized that my skills have greatly improved and my body skills have become even more outstanding.

When the two were in a stalemate, Yang Dong yelled, "Look at my special move!" The white wax pole in his hand shook wildly, and several streaks of gunfire were drawn in front of Song Zheng. Even Xin Qiji outside the court couldn't distinguish the true from the false.

, couldn't figure out where Yang Dong was going to attack.

Song Zheng's eyelids twitched, and his eyes did not follow Yang Dong's gunfire. Instead, he looked straight ahead, staring closely at Yang Dong's eyes, not missing a small change (Latest Chapter of the Legend of the Savages). He already had it in his heart.

There are considerations, but when it comes to making a killing move, martial arts practitioners

There will always be subtle changes in the eyes, which is a sign of exerting force. Human movements are always commanded by the brain and transmitted to the hands through the nerve senses. The eyes are closely connected to the brain. When the brain sends an important command, the eyes

Departments will change independently.

Sure enough, Yang Dong's gun hit Song Zheng's lower abdomen, shoulders and face, and after four or five gunshots shot out, he straightened the gun and went straight to the vital part of his chest. Song Zheng noticed that Yang Dong's eyes suddenly widened.

A little bit, if it weren't for Song Zheng's amazing eyesight, and Yang Dong was under the sun, it would be difficult to detect it.

Song Zheng secretly shouted: Here he comes! The white wax pole was like a poisonous snake, piercing Song Zheng's heart. As if he was predicting the future, Song Zheng suddenly bent over, as if his torso was bent in an arc, and the white wax pole

Brushing his side, he stabbed the brick wall behind him, and actually stabbed a brick alive to the other side of the wall.

At this time, Song Zheng raised his left hand and threw the long stick diagonally upward towards Yang Dong, hitting the void two feet above Yang Dong's head.

Yang Dong's hands were slightly numb due to the stabbing on the green brick. Seeing Song Zheng throw up a long stick, Yang Dong couldn't help but raise his head slightly, and his eyes followed the movement of the stick. However, when his eyes were fixed on it,

When he was holding the stick, his eyes suddenly blurred. It turned out that the sunlight from the western sky happened to shine into his eyes, causing him to squint.

At this time, Song Zheng moved, clinging to Yang Dong's white wax pole. Song Zheng almost stood up from the ground, leaping nearly three feet in height, stepping through the void, and rushed towards Yang Dong. The short wooden stick in his hand was like a sharp knife.

It pierced Yang Dong's face like an arrow.

The moment he squinted his eyes, Yang Dong screamed secretly. He suddenly retracted the white wax pole in his hand and subconsciously raised it upward. When Song Zheng came about three feet closer to him, he could barely swing the short wooden stick away.

As long as you give Song Zheng a chance to get close, he will stick to you like clay and launch a continuous attack with extremely fast movements.

A gun is a long weapon, so it is inconvenient to get close. In fact, for a master of close combat like Song Zheng, not to mention a gun, even a four or five-foot-long knife is too long.

During the decisive battle at Sihua Inn, Song Zheng brought his incarnation Wanyan

Zhu Jian, who was born in Yusheng, ran to Mount Li. Song Zheng, a master assassin of the Shu Kingdom, found an opportunity to get close to him because he used a knife. The knife was cut off by the fish intestine sword, and the assassin found a chance to escape. However, he was still

Song Zheng pursued him relentlessly and finally beat him to death with rocks.

Now, Yang Dong's pewter pole was much longer than the knife, which was even more inconvenient. As soon as Yang Dong made a killing move, Song Zheng's short stick extended half an arc and stabbed Yang Dong's throat.

There is no way to move, except to accelerate and retreat.

With Song Zheng's speed, there was no way he could avoid it. The short wooden sticks in his hands were like sharp arrows shot out one after another, and their movements were almost too fast. If Yang Dong's gun was like a poisonous snake, then the short wooden stick in Song Zheng's hand was like a poisonous snake.

The wooden sticks were like a group of venomous snakes, attacking Yang Dong swiftly and violently.

When Yang Dong attacked just now, Song Zheng retreated faster. Now that Song Zheng attacks, Yang Dong retreats even faster, as if he is desperately retreating backwards. He can't retreat, he can't open up space, and Yang Dong's gun

It was impossible to activate it at all. Several times, Yang Dong wanted to withdraw the gun behind him and push it forward, but Song Zheng didn't give him a chance at all. Often, just as Yang Dong resisted, the next attack came again. As a last resort,

Yang Dong just blocked and knocked again.

Yang Dong's face was swollen and red, and he tried his best to keep away from Song Zheng.

At this time, everyone watching the battle was a little dumbfounded. Just now Yang Dong was attacking majestically, but he didn't know that just after shouting "Look at my special move", the offense and defense immediately reversed. Even Xin Yu was muttering why Yang Dong used the special move.

Instead, they fell into passivity? Neither Lu Hong nor Qiao Shang clearly saw how the offense and defense were switched at that moment. However, the expressions of the two were very different. This time, Lu Hong started to clap his hands and applauded, while Qiao Shang

He looked anxious.

Xin Qiji was secretly amazed at Song Zheng's speed and flexibility. He saw that scene clearly. Song Zheng's torso almost bent to the left into an arch shape, then straightened suddenly and moved forward rapidly.

Xin Qiji looked at the expressions of the two of them and sighed secretly. The sweat on Song Zheng's head became more dense, and his expression was still calm. Yang Dong's face turned purple, his mouth and nose were open, and he stepped back and tried his best to

Take a big breath. This clearly shows that Yang Dong's body is

His strength is even worse than that of Song Zhenglai (the latest chapter of Dreaming Back to the Tang Dynasty: The Legend of Flying Stars). This makes Xin Qiji secretly wonder. Yang Dong is seventeen years old this year, which is when his body is growing rapidly. His physical strength should be extremely sufficient, so why can't he compare to him?

Song Xiaolang who is two years younger than him?

After a while, Yang Dong retreated to the root of the east wall. Just like Song Zheng, Yang Dong had no way out. However, Song Zheng had two sticks, one short and one long, in his hand just now, while Yang Dong currently only had a long white wax pole.

, there is simply not enough room for maneuver.

Yang Dong resisted twice more, and the wrist holding the pole was hit by Song Zheng. He immediately felt pain. The white wax pole could no longer be held and fell to the ground with a thud. The moment Yang Dong let go of his hand, he knew it was over.

He simply closed his eyes and waited for Song Zheng to come to him.

After waiting for a while, there was no feeling of being stabbed in the body, but Song Zheng's voice came in the ear, "Brother Yang, is your wrist okay?"

Yang Dong couldn't help but open his eyes again, and saw Song Zheng standing three feet in front of him, staring at his wrist, with a look of concern on his face. Yang Dong shook his wrist, except for a slight redness and swelling.

There was nothing unusual. Then he remembered that Song Zheng deliberately cut the short stick into a round head before the competition. If it was still blunt, his wrist would definitely be injured.

Thinking of this, Yang Dong couldn't help but feel ashamed. Song Zheng did not stab his torso and face, but only hit his wrist. This showed that he had spared his strength. It was ridiculous that he had secretly laughed at him for making his own "weapon" just now.

Such a wonderful fight, several people watching the fight applauded one after another.

"Okay! Xiao Lang, Yang Dong, what a wonderful fight! It really opened my eyes." Xin Qiji shouted, and surrounded him with Qiao Shang and Lu Hong.

Xin Qiji first checked Yang Dong's hand, nodded slightly, and said with a smile, "Yang Dong, do you know this time that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world?"

Yang Dong was originally a proud and arrogant person. He lost this time and looked a little embarrassed. However, when Xin Qiji lectured him, he did not dare to refute and just lowered his head.

Song Zheng hurriedly came to the rescue and said, "Uncle Xin, I am just opportunistic. I was standing on the west side of the backlight just now, so I took advantage. Besides, Brother Yang is not very familiar with my kung fu methods.

, but I know a little bit about Brother Yang’s marksmanship.”

Qiao Shang couldn't help but interject, "That's true, the venue here is too small, Yang Dong's marksmanship can't be used at all!" That means Song Zheng took advantage of the venue.

After listening to Qiao Shang's words, Lu Hong snorted lightly, while Xin Yu frowned, obviously not agreeing with Qiao Shang's statement.

On the contrary, Yang Dong said forcefully, "No matter what the reason is, if you lose, you lose! You don't have to find so many reasons!"

Xin Qiji's face turned cold and he said angrily, "Are you still not convinced? You know how to find someone to spar with each other every day, but you don't think about the martial arts competition. What is the purpose of the competition? Is it not to improve your skills in order to serve the country in the future?

Enemy? If you fight just for the sake of fighting, then you are brave and foolhardy! In the future, you will be a reckless man on the battlefield and cannot be used for much purpose!"

Hearing Xin Qiji's reprimand, Yang Dong's face turned pale and he wanted to refute, but couldn't.

Song Zheng didn't want to speak again to avoid misunderstanding Yang Dong, so he glanced at Xin Yu and asked him to speak.

After receiving the hint, Xin Yu quickly said, "Dad, you see Xiaolang and Yang Dong just competed and are very tired. Should we let them come in to drink water and talk about the gains and losses of this battle?"

Xin Qiji snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards the house. Xin Yu smiled helplessly at Song Zheng and said softly, "Yang Dong, you and I are like brothers. My father also treats you as an adopted son. What is his intention?"

It’s good!”

Yang Dong nodded and glanced at Song Zheng with complicated eyes. He saw that there was no trace of pride on his face, but he was just looking at him solemnly. Yang Dong took a long breath and sat down on the ground without saying a word.

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Xin Yu had no choice but to turn around and said, "Xiao Lang, Lu Hong, Brother Qiao, you go to the back room to drink tea first, I will accompany Yang Dong for a while."

Song Zheng stepped forward, patted Yang Dong's shoulder, turned and left, followed by Lu Hong and Qiao Shang (read the full text of Ying Xue). After arriving in the back room, Qiao Shang put a poem copied by Song Zheng into his arms and went to

Xin Qiji said goodbye.

When he was leaving the door, he was stopped by Song Zheng, "Brother Qiao, Song wants to ask you something!"

Qiao Shang said calmly, "Don't worry, Mr. Song, I will persuade the two of them to cancel tomorrow's competition."

Song Zheng shook his head, "It's not about this. It's about the results of the competition between me and Yang Dong. It's best that Brother Qiao doesn't tell anyone about it. You also understand Brother Yang's character!"

Qiao Shang narrowed his eyes, "Why, Xiaolang defeated Yang Dong and has become the number one among his peers on Shandong Road. Don't you want to make a name for yourself?"

"The first person of his generation? Brother Qiao thinks too highly of Song. To be honest with Brother Qiao, Song met a young man in Fengfu County last month, who was slightly younger than me. Even if Song tried his best,

You still didn’t get a single advantage, and you almost got a bruise on your face! No matter how arrogant Song is, he still can’t deserve this title.”

"Is there such a thing?" Qiao Shang's face was full of shock. In his opinion, Yang Dong was already the best among his peers, and Song Zheng was even more intelligent and brave. Now, even Song Zheng has suffered a loss. That person is too powerful.

Got it!

Seeing Song Zheng nodding solemnly, not as if he was lying, Qiao Shang also hummed, turned around and left.

As soon as Qiao Shang went out, Lu Hong asked in surprise, "Xiao Lang, is there really someone more powerful than you?"

Song Zheng was naturally rude to this uncle, "Drink your tea and stop asking around!"

Xin Qiji smiled and said, "It's good to have unlimited martial arts, but Xiaolang doesn't have to be too self-effacing. Yang Dong can lose once, which is good for him!"

Song Zheng chuckled and drank the tea in one gulp.