Chapter 408 Something bad happened
"Of course, if you really don't dare to challenge in front of so many colleagues, I will also..."
After Tang Zhao dropped the letter of challenge, he was talking to himself, but when he heard the word "good", his voice suddenly stopped!
She was stunned for a moment and looked at the owner of Lihuatang in surprise. She had the urge to pick out her ears:
"You... agreed?"
Zhao Duan held the waist tag between his fingers, twisted his wrist, and threw it back, the corners of his mouth raised:
"What if?"
Tang Zhao, who was privately known as "the rouge horse" among the border troops, was speechless for a moment, and his sharp eyes lost their aggressive edge.
This was slightly different from what she had imagined. This guy agreed too happily...
She originally expected that Zhao Duan would try to avoid fighting with her even in order to maintain his dignity in front of his subordinates, but this guy nodded quickly, even as if he was impatient.
"General Tang, we can't use it here. How about following me to the Yamen Central Square?"
Zhao Duan stretched out his arm and made a "please" gesture.
"This is the best." Tang Zhao raised his chin and raised his hand to grab the horse on the table.
I secretly thought that this person was not overestimating his own abilities. He probably thought that he was a woman and underestimated the enemy.
It's okay, I'll make him look embarrassed in public later, so that I can regain my position for my little brother.
The two of them walked one behind the other, surrounded by the people in Lihuatang's brocade clothes, and went straight out of the hall, heading to a small square in Zhaoyamen. When they arrived, people in other halls also learned the news and rushed to watch the excitement. .
When they learned that Zhao Duan was going to compete with Tang Zhao, the second daughter of the Duke of Zhen, they were all shocked.
"Zhao Jisi is too impulsive. Tang Zhao is a real military general with a magical medal. How long did it take for him to break through?"
After hearing the news, Zhang Han, the scroll king who was standing in the crowd of spectators, frowned.
Beside, Haitang, the leader of Narcissus Hall, walked over with long legs, suspicion appearing on his face dotted with tear marks:
"I don't think so. When have you ever seen this slick guy named Zhao suffer a loss?"
Haitang once went to Huting with Zhao Duan. Although she never saw him take action, she knew that Zhao Duan had entered the middle level.
"This..." Zhang Han and other Jin Yi looked at each other in shock upon hearing this, unable to refute, and all turned their attention to the center of the square.
Someone whispered:
"Isn't it that Zhao Jisi has a trump card? For example, a powerful weapon? But in military competitions, the use of foreign objects is prohibited. If you rely on weapons to win, winning will be disgraceful."
On the field.
At this moment, the two of them had stood still, and the surroundings had become silent in tacit agreement.
Tang Zhao was filled with anger and a no-nonsense mood. He held a thick and dark horse spear in both hands. He took a bow and lowered his knees. His eyes locked on the pretty face holding the frost sword in one hand. A circle of dust suddenly spread around the edge of the boots. .
The whole person galloped forward and charged, the cold light from the tip of the horse's spear went straight towards Zhao Duan's throat!
"Woo——"
The cold wind broke through, and a low explosion erupted in the air.
At this moment, Zhao Duan saw in a trance that the opposite woman did not seem to be a woman fighting on foot, but a female general riding a fierce horse and charging in front of the formation!
"So fast!"
Zhao Duan's head trembled, and he went from extremely still to extremely moving. Normally, it would take at least two breaths to complete the divine seal, but Tang Zhao only took the blink of an eye.
Without any hesitation, Zhao Duan didn't even think at this moment.
In the past few months, the life-and-death experience of being tortured and killed by Pei Niannu countless times in the "Six Chapters" had already made him imprint many battle-ready tactics into his instincts.
He rotated his wrist, and the Frost Sword was unsheathed. The bright sword covered with cold mist collided with the horse at a speed that was hard to catch, and pulled out an afterimage.
"Ding ding ding..."
Every time the sword blade avoided the tip of Ma Shan, but cut on the side, removing the force and disturbing the trajectory of Ma Shan's stabbing. Zhao Duan's body leaned back, and his boots wiped out faint traces on the ground, facing backward. Retreat violently!
One inch is longer and one inch is stronger, even if it is a practicing martial artist, the innate gap in weapons cannot be made up in an instant.
When he drew his sword for the fifty-third time, Ma Shan's overwhelming momentum finally dropped. Zhao Duan twisted his body and stepped sideways. The blade of the sword pressed against Ma Shan's dark gun barrel and sliced forward with a "chichi" sound.
Tang Zhao's face turned cold, and he shook his arms violently. The entire gun shaft vibrated violently, and the head and tail of the gun turned in a circle. The majestic Qi Machine was infused with it, and illusory flames suddenly spewed out from the surface of the gun shaft.
She stood still on the spot, using her waist as the "big axis", her body rotating like a thousand-ton millstone, sweeping across thousands of armies, and smashed the Frost Sword in a thrilling arc with a strong force!
"Bang——"
Zhao Duan held the hilt of the sword, and the sword suddenly rebounded several feet to the side. He did not resist forcefully, but was swept out to the edge of the small square by the horse like a fallen leaf.
There was originally a water tank here, but it was abandoned for several cold winters. The water in the tank froze into an ice mass, and the surface was covered with light snow.
Zhao Duan landed lightly next to the water tank, his sleeves trembling "pop-pa", he drew an arc with the long sword in his hand, and struck the tank horizontally with the blade.
"Buzz!"
There was a trembling sound in everyone's ears, and then they saw the half-human-high water tank being whipped away by Zhao Duan like a top, whining off the ground, spinning like a cannonball towards Tang Zhao who was sprinting for the second time.
"What's the point of just hiding? It's really an embroidered pillow with a silver-like pewter gun tip."
Tang Zhao sneered and did not dodge. He stabbed out with Ma Shu, and the heavy water tank broke into pieces with a "boom". The broken tiles flew towards the crowds in all directions like shrapnel, and the frozen lumps of ice inside were also shattered and reduced to pieces. For countless ice cubes.
After the shell was broken, the unfrozen water inside also danced all over the sky.
When Zhao Duan saw this, he had an impulse to use the "Black Turtle Seal" for a moment.
As long as he wanted to, he could turn the ice water flying in the sky into bullets and smash the Tang Zhao enveloped in it into a sieve.
But the thought only came up for a moment, and he pressed it down. There was no need to expose the Black Turtle Seal, a trump card that no outsider could know. But that doesn't mean giving up the opportunity.
"Qiang!"
A thin line of dark gold suddenly wrapped around and slid out from the cuff of Zhao Duan's sword with great force. The Golden Crow Flying Knife whizzed out along the blade of the Frost Sword, like a missile sliding into the groove of the ballistic launch track.
"Sneak attack?"
Tang Zhao raised his eyebrows, facing the icy rain in the sky, swung the tip of the horse's spear, and knocked the flying knife away with a "ding" sound!
Zhao Duan took the opportunity to suddenly close the distance and approach with his sword. At the same time, two pale flames suddenly appeared in the depths of his pupils!
Spell: Spirit Flame!
"Hmph!"
Tang Zhao, who was full of energy, was caught off guard. He felt that his heart seemed to be grasped by invisible hands, causing intense pain from the inside out.
His face instantly turned into a "mask of pain", and his seamless movements were forced to interrupt.
The horse in his hand was unsteady, and Zhao Duan struck him with several swords, swinging the horse away, and the man was approaching.
Once the long weapon was close, it became a burden. The pain of the spirit flame only lasted for a moment, and Tang Zhao used her cultivation to resist. She decisively discarded the weapon, and her fists were covered with thick aura like flowing flames.
"Dang Dang Dang..."
The fists and swords collided, but this time, Rao Shi's Qi was much stronger than Zhao Duan, but Tang Zhao fell into a disadvantage when facing the latter who had mastered the advantage of weapons. After several collisions, the Qi on his body was sharply cut away. A few layers fell off.
"It seems you are not as strong as you appear." Zhao Duan opened the microphone and taunted.
Tang Zhao's face was expressionless. Bloody lines suddenly appeared on her slender neck from the collar, and in the blink of an eye, they spread to half of her face.
"Evil spirit!"
Among the crowd, Haitang's eyes were sharp, "Is this the secret technique of martial arts passed down to the Zhenguo family to hide the evil spirit of blood in the body during the military formation?"
Zhao Duan couldn't hear the discussion of his colleagues, but he could clearly see that Tang Zhao, who was bare-handed, had a column of light red air steaming around him like wolf smoke, rising several feet into the sky.
At the same time, he suddenly felt a strong fear, as if he was walking in the mountains and being stared at by a bloodthirsty beast.
Behind Tang Zhao, the wisps of reddish evil energy were vaguely condensed into an illusory liger with a leopard head and eyes, looking down at him coldly, lying on the ground with all four limbs, making a killing gesture.
"What a weird thing..." Zhao Duan retreated decisively, his figure pulled out the afterimage and retreated three feet.
Then, before everyone could react, his free left hand suddenly appeared on his chest to make a hand gesture, making a "nianhua" handprint.
In the sea of consciousness, the green lotus sways gently.
"The curse!"
A Buddhist inscription with the character "卍" lingering in a faint glow quietly emerged from the air.
He pointed his left hand forward and exhaled: "Seal!"
The Buddhist text with the word "卍" swelled to the height of a person in one breath. In people's astonished eyes, the strokes of the Buddhist text seemed like living creatures, squirming and breaking away from the original text structure.
It dispersed into several chains that condensed the Buddha's light, and covered Tang Zhao's head with dull eyes!
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Outside the town's official residence.
Young Master Tang Ping rode a horse and walked towards the front door of the mansion in a slightly excited mood.
It stands to reason that when the Duke returns today, he should go to greet him or wait at home.
However, Tang Ping's stubborn temper did not allow him to exercise such privileges and leave the military camp without permission.
Instead, he just finished his daily duty in the camp, and then, under the urging of the commander Shi Meng who was almost dumbfounded, he handed over the leave request and rode home.
"Master! You are back! The master has already entered the house." The servants guarding the door hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.
Tang Ping smiled slightly, turned over and dismounted: "How are my father and second sister? Where are they at home?"
The servant said: "The master is in the east wing, and the second lady has not returned home yet."
Tang Ping was stunned for a moment: "Second sister didn't come back to Beijing?"
The servant explained: "I came back, but the second lady went to the imperial office and said she had to do some things before coming back."
Zhaoyamen... doing things... The young master was stunned for a moment, and then his expression suddenly changed: "Not good!"
Then, under the blank gaze of the servant, he got on his horse, turned the horse's head, and ran wildly in the direction of Zhao.
But he happened to bump into a group of officials who came to the Duke's Mansion on horseback. Tang Ping's eyes lit up, he hurried over and said quickly:
"Ma Du Gong, where is Mr. Zhao?"
Ma Yan was stunned for a moment and had a bad premonition:
"He has gone back to the Yamen. We are about to enter the mansion to meet the Duke. Young Master, what are you..."
Tang Ping's skin trembled, and he quickly described the situation. When he learned that the second lady of the Tang family had killed Zhaoya, all the officials were also heartbroken and had vague suspicions.
"...Oops." Ma Yan's breath tightened, and before he had time to think about it, he immediately changed his mount and, together with Tang Ping, rushed towards the Yamen:
"I hope that boy won't be impulsive..."
Only a group of officials were left looking at each other: "Oh, no..."
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