Gamers Are Fierce - Chapter 1158

[Chapter 157 Tailai]

The wind is sunny and the sky is blue.

At the foot of Mount Hao, outside Shili Town, tens of thousands of martial artists gathered.

Emei sect, Kongtong sect, Hengshan sect, Songshan sect, Taishan sect, Wudang sect, Beggar gang,

all the famous sects that can be named in Shaolin,

as well as some Jianghu gangs,

such as Shenquanmen, Jindao Village, Giant Whale Gang And so on, all sent representatives here to participate in the martial arts conference together.

Nanling Swordsman, Mobei Heroes, Northwest Caravans, Sea Boat Gangs,

all kinds of heroic warriors, wearing weapons on their waists and backs,

or standing on the compacted loess,

or sitting under a temporary wine shed,

looking at the center of the crowd ‘s high arena.

“Haisha Gang Xuanwu Rudder White Deputy Rudder Master, out!

Huashan sent Linghu Chong, win!”

Accompanied by the referee’s shout,

a middle-aged figure in blue fell from the ring and turned somersaults in mid-air. Slightly staggered to the ground.

And the winner in the arena, a young swordsman with a rectangular face and thin eyebrows and thin lips, smiled slightly, put away his sword, and bowed his hand kindly to his opponent, “Deputy helmsman Bai, let it go.”

“Okay!”

The martial arts people who were watching around shouted loudly.

Today is the second day of the official martial arts conference. The competition in the arena has finally changed from the battle of the young generation of knights, knights and women holding swords the day before

to a big one. The fight between representatives of the gangs was much more exciting than before.

The Martial Arts Conference was founded more than a hundred years ago by beggar gangs, Shaolin, Wudang and other giants in

the world. The purpose at that time was to quell the unstoppable bloodshed in the martial arts.

Select a nominal martial arts leader to mediate conflicts and disputes between various forces in the arena.

However, with the passage of time, the imperial court is incompetent, the government is dark and corrupt, and the world is turbulent,

which also makes the people who are chivalrous and banned by martial arts eager to move.

The current martial arts conference is more like an occasion for coordinating disputes and distributing benefits.

There are many purposes for learning martial arts. There are very few people who protect themselves, satisfy their ambitions, hold power, gain gold, silver and beauties and enjoy all the glory and wealth

simply for the sake of physical fitness and longevity.

Boxing is power, and when you have power, you need to seek profits. The major gangs, through relatively civilized competitions, select the leaders of the martial arts alliance,

and divide the strength among the sects and distribute the benefits according to the first, second, and third grades.

Recruiting disciples, recruiting more disciples;

escorting caravans, escorting darts and silver;

purchasing land, hiring tenant farmers;

guarding homes and chasing suspects

;

The world is bustling, all for the benefit, the world is turbulent, all for the benefit, and the same is true for the martial arts people.

Before, they solved it by bloodshed, but now, they use the arena at the martial arts conference to negotiate with “civilization” and lose. The winner exits with dignity, and the winner distributes the benefits.

Of course, civilization is only relative.

The real knives and guns are used in the arena. Those who participate in the arena must also sign a life and death certificate.

“Linghu Shaoxia is good at kung fu!”

“Linghu Shaoxia is good at swordsmanship!”

“Linghu Shaoxia’s Huashan swordsmanship is light and ingenious. , has reached the realm of transformation!”

All kinds of touts sounded under the ring. Linghu Chong, the young chivalrous man in white on the ring, bowed his hands a little shyly and innocently, then retracted his sword and walked towards the Huashan Sword Sect on the east side of the ring.

Linghu Chong is twenty-five years old this year, with outstanding appearance and profound swordsmanship. Not only is he a senior disciple of the Huashan School, he is also chivalrous, loyal, honest, heroic and unrestrained.

Thinking that he pretended to use a move [Cangsong Welcomes Guest] just now, tricked his opponent into slashing with the blade, and then used another move [Baihong Guanri], directly to his opponent’s heart, forcing him to retreat and fly out of the field,

Linghu Chong’s face couldn’t help but hang up. With a hint of a smile, he quickened his pace and walked to a modest, elegant and upright middle-aged man, “Master, my disciple is fortunate enough to not be humiliated.” The

middle-aged man’s name is Yue Buqun, the head of the Huashan Sect, proficient in Zixia magic , is strong in martial arts, humble and powerful, and is known as “the gentleman’s sword” in the arena,

and the two gorgeous women on his right are Mrs. Yue Buqun’s wife Ning Zhongze and Yue Buqun’s daughter Yue Lingshan.

“Chong’er, your hand is red, let the mistress take a look.”

Ning Zhong saw a red mark on the back of Linghu Chong’s hand, stepped forward, and looked at it distressedly.

“It’s just that the deputy helmsman Bai smashed him with the hilt of his sword. It’s not a big deal.”

Linghu Chong explained with a smile, raised his head, and met Yue Lingshan’s eyes with a secret emotion in his eyes.

Linghu Chong lost both his parents when he was a child, and was adopted by Yue Buqun as the first disciple of the sect. He and Yue Lingshan were both brothers and sisters and childhood sweethearts

.

“Cough,”

Yue Buqun seemed to have noticed the eye contact between the two, and coughed lightly, “Chong’er, come over to see the senior soon.”

Linghu Chong turned his head to look, only to notice that in Yue Buqun’s body Standing next to him was a Taoist priest in Qingyi, who was an immortal and was carrying a long sword. It was Yu Canghai, the head of the Qingcheng faction.

As the first disciple of Huashan, Linghu Chong was naturally led to meet the leaders of various sects, but Yu Canghai looked gloomy and low today, his ears were gray, and he looked like he was more than 20 years old, but he couldn’t recognize it for a while.

“Junior Linghu Chong has met Sect Master Yu.”

Linghu Chong quickly bowed his hands to greet him, while Yu Canghai just waved his hand gloomily and continued to chat with Yue Buqun in a low voice, “Sect Master Yue, I hope you can talk about the Wuyue Sword Sect. Think about it a lot.”

Just as the two were chatting in a low voice,

the next battle was held non-stop in the arena, where the

young warriors from Wudang faced off against the disciples of Songshan.

The battle on the second day of the martial arts conference was much more exciting than before.

The Wudang swordsmanship used by the young warriors of Wudang was flickering, gentle and

twisting

. Vivid and colorful, it attracted constant applause from the audience.

But

Boom!

A loud bang broke everyone’s immersion in watching the sword. A

black shadow fell from the sky and fell directly into the center of the ring, knocking out the two young heroes who were fighting on the stage, and tumbled and fell to the bottom of the ring. On rammed loess.

who? !

When the smoke and dust on the stage dissipated, the crowd who raised their eyebrows and raised their eyebrows finally saw the face of the dark shadow on the stage.

It was a burly and tall man.

He knelt on one knee,

wearing a dark, exquisite leather armor, a cloak on his back, and a mask with two sharp corners on his head. He wears

a silver-white belt around his waist, with a black bat-shaped pattern embedded in the middle of the belt.

Rather than looking like a knight in night clothes, he might be more like a man in strange clothes disguised as a bat monster.

The scene was silent, and

from the trajectory of his descent, it was clear that he fell straight from the sky,

but no one present could see the trajectory of his light work.

madman?

Fool?

Or a member of the Demon Sect who imitated Wei Yixiao, the blue-winged bat king of the Ming Sect?

Doesn’t he know that there are tens of thousands of martial arts knights gathered here, not to

mention a martial arts madman,

even if the blue-winged bat king Wei Yixiao is resurrected from the dead, don’t even think of escaping from here.

The two young heroes who were blown away from the far distance climbed up from the ground in disbelief,

while the only referee left in the ring frowned deeply and whispered: “I dare to ask your Excellency who is the identity of the martial arts conference. “What’s the purpose?”

“”

The burly man dressed as a bat demon, or Lin Yuping Pingzhi, slowly stood up from the ground, his words were eloquent and hoarse and said in a low voice,

“I love Bateman.”

Bateman ?

Everyone in the audience was astonished and puzzled. They had never heard of this name in Jianghu. Even if it was the Valley of Flowers, they were not surnamed Bai?

Besides, what does it mean to love?

Could it be that this strange person on the stage is a mad young hero for love who is crazy in love with the girl Bateman and wants to find her trace at the martial arts conference?

“”

The middle-aged referee on the stage groaned, and

looked at the leaders of the Songshan, Hengshan, Shaolin and other factions under the stage, and after receiving the gesture, he looked at Batman Batman, and said solemnly: “Your Excellency, A martial arts conference is being held here,

If you have an invitation, please indicate your identity and participate in the ring fight in order.

If you don’t have an invitation, and you don’t have a sect’s elders to recommend you, we will not accept you.”

“Crazy, it’s like gravity,”

the man who claimed to be Bateman slowly stood up from the ground and said hoarsely, “I need to do Yes, just a slight push. ”

“Huh?” The

referee narrowed his eyes and said in a bad tone, “Your Excellency, are you not giving me face?” Bateman still ignored him ,

raised his chin, looked left and right, looked down at the vast number of martial arts heroes, and murmured: “Every one of you is guilty, committing different crimes, I can decide who is right and who is wrong.” Should be asleep. In the never-ending night, shut your mouth, the only favor, everyone who stands in front of you is guilty.”

Bateman sang to himself, making everyone in the audience surprised and slightly disturbed, the

referee on the stage , his face changed abruptly, and he shouted in a low voice: “I have always treated each other with courtesy, but Your Excellency has ignored me again and again.

It seems that you don’t take my Lei Shou Wen Tailai in your eyes!

what! The

referee shouted loudly, his arms swayed heavily, his fists clenched tightly, and

his uniform burst open, revealing the sturdy and scarred muscles underneath

. It’s him!

An exclamation sounded from the bottom of the arena.

Wen Tailai was a master who has been famous in Mobei for many years. He was invincible in Mobei. He retired to the world ten years ago and stopped showing his face

.

Think about it, every four years, the martial arts conference will hold ten days of ring competitions one after another.

Those who participate in the ring are not only knights and chivalrous women who are eager to become famous in the world,

but also gangsters and heroes who kill people like hemp and dye countless blood.

Swords and guns have no eyes, even if there is the purpose of “harmony is the most important thing in martial arts”,

it is easy to hit the real fire in the ring and cause people

to die. Prevent too many kills in the ring.

“Drink!”

Wen Tailai, who had blown off his shirt, swung out his palm, the wind was like electricity, and the momentum was like a rainbow.

One punch,

only one punch,

the bat weirdo who called himself Bateman hit Wen Tailai’s face with an ordinary straight punch. The

latter flew out without any resistance and fell. On the ground,

two teeth fell out, and the whole face was bloody.

This!

The eyes of everyone in the audience were wide open, and the lightning strike from Wen Tailai, the lightning striker, was absolutely impossible for ordinary experts to react to, and could only dodge sideways,

but Bateman on the stage defeated Wen Tailai’s attack lightly. .

Snapped!

In front of Lei Bei, a wooden table was smashed into pieces by the palm of the hand. Zuo Lengchan, the head of the Songshan faction, who was negotiating with Ma Dayuan, the deputy leader of the Beggar Gang, and Abbot Xuanci of the Shaolin faction, stood up from the chair with a livid face and moved towards Bai Bai. Terman scowled.

Everyone knows that the Songshan faction has a huge power and a large number of people.

The predecessors of the Beggar Gang, such as Hong Qigong, Dongxie Huang Yaoshi, Xidu Ouyang Feng, Nandi Duan Zhixing, Zhongshengtong Wang Chongyang and other predecessors gradually disappeared,

Shaolin and Beggar Gang. , In the case of Wudang declining,

Shusongshan School is the most prosperous.

Zuo Lengchan, on the other hand, is the most likely candidate to serve as the leader of this session of the Wulin League.

At this point in time, a bat monster appeared, which naturally made him angry and annoyed.

Immediately took half a step forward, and with a loud shout that blended with deep inner strength, he said coldly: “Your Excellency is pretending to be a ghost, disturbing the order of my conference, and hurting my friend Wen Tailai.

What’s the purpose? Why don’t you call me quickly!

” The moment the words blurted out, Zuo Lengchan stomped on the ground, and his figure rose erratically. He flashed onto the ring in an instant, his left hand pointed outward, and his right long sword swept out to the right. Straight to the point].

The people in the audience have also watched a lot of battles between the disciples of the Songshan Sword Sect in the past few days, and some of the moves can be identified,

but the swordsmanship that Zuo Lengchan drove out by himself was more than ten times stronger than that of the disciples.

Faster than lightning, it was astonishing, and the

sword was stabbed,

causing some of the martial arts elites in the audience to

inexplicably sweat endlessly from their backs,

as if just by looking at this sword, they were pierced through the chest by the blade of the sword.

clang!

The sharp sound of gold and iron interlacing sounded in the ring, Zuo Lengchan’s

eyes were wide open, and like everyone in the audience, he looked at Bateman in a

bat coat in disbelief, with his palms folded in front of his chest. He firmly clamped the long sword in Zuo Lengchan’s hand, and even the position of his feet did not change.

Zuo Lengchan’s heart froze suddenly, and at a distance of more than one meter, he could clearly see the eyes of the other party under the bat mask.

Those were eyes with no emotion,

no warmth, no kindness. Not even a trace of numbness was seen.

It was as if Zuo Lengchan did not exist in front of him.

Even the former head of the Sun Moon God Sect, I Xing, who was rampant and made all martial arts schools and sects terrified at the time, never looked at him with such eyes.

However, Zuo Lengchan was the leader of a generation of sword sects after all. When he was frightened and angered, he did not retreat, but instead advanced. He raised the force in his dantian like an abyss, stomped on the bricks under his feet, and stabbed with a sword.

Shabatman

‘s palm rubbed against the blade, and a dazzling fire burst out.

This mighty bat demon finally took a few steps back with the blade between him.

Unfortunately, these steps back, not dodge, but retreat and wait.

block! ! !

Bateman’s left chest was stabbed by the tip of Zuo Lengchan’s sword, but no matter how hard the latter exerted or exerted internal force, he was still unable to break through Bateman’s seemingly thin breastplate.

“This is the Kevlar material produced by DuPont in the far west, the full name of which is polyparaphenylene terephthalamide.”

Bateman looked directly at Zuo Lengchan’s eyes and said indifferently: “You lose. , not wrong.”

[End of this Chapter]