The people below didn't see clearly how He Yan and Ba Zhu were able to determine victory and defeat. They only saw the two of them wrestling. Ba Shou hit He Yan, and He Yan used some kind of hidden weapon to stab Ba Shou's neck.
Although his method was not honorable, he won in the end.
"Big Brother He is so powerful!" Cheng Lisu was the first to shout. "Good fight! Good fight! "
"Shut up!" Song Taotao scolded him from the side.
Cheng Lisu was dissatisfied. "What's wrong with me cheering for my big brother?"
"Now is not the time to relax." Song Taotao shook her head. Girls were more observant than boys. She felt that He Yan's face was paler than before. Her heart skipped a beat, thinking that He Yan might be injured. However, He Yan was wearing black, so she could not see where he was injured.
On the stage, the young man in black raised his chin slightly and asked with a smile, "No one dares to come up?"
At this moment, Rida Muzi suddenly laughed out loud. He clapped his hands as he laughed. "Interesting, interesting! I didn't expect there to be such an interesting person in the Liang Province Guards! "Before he finished speaking, he rode his horse towards the martial arts stage.
His movements were swift, and the people around him were caught off guard. A few Liang Province recruits were almost trampled by his horse, but fortunately, they were pulled back by the people beside them. Rida Muzi suddenly stopped his horse when he was one step away from the martial arts stage, and flew onto the stage. He landed in front of He Yan.
"Commander, don't tell me you want to fight personally?" The young man was surprised. "I'm just a recruit. How can I do that?"
"You killed two of my brave warriors. You don't look like an ordinary recruit." Rida Muzi laughed. He was not at all displeased by the loss of his beloved generals.
"I was just lucky."
"No need to be humble. I saw you fight with the two of them just now. You deserve to be number one in the Liang Province Guards!" As Rida Muzi spoke, he looked at the people below the martial arts stage and laughed disdainfully. "I think you're the only one here who deserves to be brave and resourceful. However … "He changed the topic." I wonder how long the wound on your waist can last? "
He Yan said nothing.
Rida Muzi looked at her with great interest. "Ba Zhou is my most capable subordinate. He attacked your waist twice in a row just now. It seems that he has an old injury. The last time, when you stabbed the hidden weapon into his throat, he … "He walked to Ba Zhao's side and used his foot to poke at Ba Zhao's corpse. Ba Zhao turned over." His hand loosened. Something stabbed into your waist. Was it a knife? "
Rida Muko asked her with concern, "Ouch, it must be very painful."
"Actually, it's not that bad." He Yan smiled. "Not as painful as him."
Rida Muko stared at her for a while and smiled. "Very good. I like tough bones like you the most. It'll be especially sweet when you're broken." Just like what Ba Shou had done to Wa La, he kicked Ba Shou's corpse off the stage and chuckled, "Useless trash."
Then, Ba Zhao slowly pulled out the scimitar at his waist.
Seeing this, Shen Han's gaze hardened. He said angrily, "Rida Muzi, as a commander, how can you fight with a recruit of the Liang State Guard? If you want to spar, I'll accompany you!"
"You?" Rida Muzi slowly shook her head. "Not as good as him. I want him. This is He … He Yan."
"Head Instructor Shen, let me do it," He Yan said.
Actually, it didn't matter what she said to Shen Han. Rida Muzi had already set her eyes on He Yan. That was the worst thing, but at the same time, it was fortunate enough that they would have more time.
"Don't you want to change your weapon?" Rida Muzi smiled. "My scimitar will break your whip."
"Maybe my whip will break your scimitar," He Yan said with a smile. She held the whip in front of her eyes with both hands.
The Qiang soldiers used scimitars. Everyone's scimitars were different. Rida Muzi's scimitar was extremely long. It was half a person's height. It had been drenched in the blood of countless people. It had a dark red color. As soon as the scimitar was unsheathed, the sunlight fell on it. It smelled of blood.
He Yan could only choose the whip. In the years she had fought against the Qiang people, she had always used a sword. Anyone here who had seen "General Feihong" would be able to recognize that her swordsmanship was exactly the same as "General Feihong". As for using a scimitar, the Qiang people were the best at using scimitars. Using a scimitar in front of them was no different from using one's weakness to attack their strength. It was just asking for trouble. After thinking about it, the iron whip was the most convenient choice.
Rida Muzi rushed over with his scimitar.
His steps were fast. What didn't match his muscular body was that his movements were very nimble. It was also very clever. The distance was just right where He Yan's whip couldn't touch him.
He Yan's whip wanted to wrap around his scimitar. Rida Muzi dodged it and slashed at the iron whip with his scimitar. 'Bang!' Although the iron whip did not break, it was unavoidably frightening.
If this continued, no one knew how long this whip could last. The weapons on the weapons rack were for the soldiers to practice martial arts. It was good as long as they were sturdy and durable. However, Rida Muzi's scimitar was obviously a treasured scimitar. It couldn't be compared.
He laughed and slashed with his scimitar. He Yan's whip wrapped around the scimitar but didn't drag it. Rida Muzi was too strong. He said, "Naive!" He pulled the scimitar towards himself. He Yan's body couldn't help but fly towards him.
"A He Ge be careful!" Xiao Mai couldn't help but blurt out.
He Yan flew towards Rida Muzi. Seeing that he was about to collide with Rida Muzi's scimitar, the youth suddenly smiled. He twirled his whip and slipped under the scimitar. He slapped Rida Muzi's face. She borrowed the force of flying over and swept past Rida Muzi's head. She rolled on the ground before stopping.
The hearts of the people below the stage finally returned to their stomachs.
Rida Muzi slowly turned his head.
He was born fierce and ruthless. At this moment, He Yan's scimitar on his face made him bleed. Blood flowed down his cheeks. Rida Muzi didn't seem to care. He wiped his face carelessly and licked the blood stains on the side of his lips. He stared at He Yan and said, "You are really powerful."
His voice was very soft. However, when it fell into the ears of the people, it made their hair stand on end.
He Yan said, "Same to you."
The wound on her waist was very painful. When she rolled just now, the scimitar that pierced into her body was even deeper. However, she couldn't pull out the scimitar now. Firstly, there was no time for her to pull out the scimitar. Secondly, if she pulled it out, the blood wouldn't stop and she would lose her strength soon.
But now, He Yan wasn't as relaxed as he appeared to be. The scimitar that Ba Zhou had stabbed into her body wasn't long. It was short and delicate, about the width of an index finger. Moreover, it was inserted horizontally. Although it didn't hit a vital point, it just happened to cover the old wound. The original wound split open. When she fought with someone on the martial arts field, it affected her skin and flesh. The scimitar pierced deeper. It was no different from feeling her flesh being cut open while she was awake.
She lowered her head and quickly bit her lips. The color of blood appeared on her lips again. It looked like she was that high-spirited youth again.
"How much longer can you hold on?" Rida Muzi wasn't worried. He smiled and said, "Your sweat is about to dry."
"Is that so?" He Yan touched it. "Maybe the weather is too hot."
Rida Muzi slowly raised his scimitar and pounced over with a hideous smile. "Your blood will also be completely drained!"
He Yan rushed up.
The Liang Province Guard recruits below were all on tenterhooks. When He Yan faced Rida Muzi, he wasn't as skillful as when he faced the previous two. On the other hand, Rida Muzi was cunning and cruel. No matter how powerful He Yan was normally, in the end, he was only a sixteen-year-old half-grown child.
Jiang Jiao muttered, "He can't hold on anymore."
"He might be injured." Huang Xiong frowned. "If there's really no other way," he touched the golden scimitar on his back. "We'll rush up together. We can't just watch him die in vain."
Wang Ba scolded, "F * ck! Why didn't these instructors stop him? Why did they let a young boy fight? Aren't they ashamed! "
Shen Han stood in the crowd and stared at He Yan's figure. The paper in his hand was about to be crushed. Liang Ping beside him was extremely anxious. He whispered, "Head Instructor, we can't keep waiting like this. We can't let the Western Qiang people take charge. Why don't we …"
"Don't act on your own!" Shen Han shouted. "Wait a little longer."
Wait? Wait for what?
On the stage, He Yan and Rida Muzi exchanged more than ten moves again.
Her movements were not as fast as before. It was obvious that she was moving slowly. She grazed Rida Muzi's arm a few times with her scimitar. Every time, she narrowly avoided it, but in the end, she was injured.
However, the smile on her face did not change from the beginning to the end. It was as if this was not a bloody battle of life and death. It was just a casual and happy spar with her companions after the day training.
This made Rida Muzi puzzled.
He said, "Are all Central Plainsmen as good at putting on an act as you?"
"Not really." He Yan's voice was a little unsteady from the pain. She smiled and said, "I'm especially good at putting on an act."
Rida Muzi's smile was not as relaxed as before.
He Yan did not dare to let down her guard against him.
When they fought against the Western Qiang people in the past, the other party's commander, Rida Muji, was brutal and cruel. He reaped countless souls with a scimitar. Wherever he went, bones were piled up. Rida Muji's favorite thing to do was to chop off the heads of captives with his scimitar and tie them to the tail of his mount. The bloody heads of the dead were enough to become the nightmares of many Central Plainsmen.
The Fuyue Army led by He Yan and the Qiang Army led by Rida Muji fought many fierce battles. Every time they fought, He Yan could sense how cunning and terrifying the other party was.
In the final battle, Rida Muji died at the hands of He Yan.
When he was alive, he loved to chop off other people's heads. He probably did not expect that after his death, his head would be chopped off by others and placed in a box inlaid with pearls and jade. He would be brought to the imperial palace in the capital and sent to the emperor. He would become a general in exchange for a generous reward.
After Rida Muji's death, the Western Qiang had no leader. Soon, the rebellion was quelled. And the man in front of him named Rida Muzi had the same face as Rida Muji.
He Yan had seen Rida Muji die with his own eyes. He would not come back from the dead. Moreover, Rida Muji's eyes were dark green, while Rida Muzi's eyes were dark blue. He Yan recalled that he had heard that Rida Muji had a twin brother who was born with brute strength and was vicious. However, he did not get along with Rida Muji's brother. He left a long time ago and his whereabouts were unknown.
Now, it seemed that this was Rida Muji's twin brother, Rida Muzi.
He probably knew about his brother's death. Perhaps he had obtained the remnants of the Qiang Army, which was why he brought his men to the Liangzhou Guard. He was also cunning. He found out from a spy that Xiao Jue was not in the Liangzhou Guard. The new soldiers here were young and inexperienced. That was why he dared to be so brazen.
However, Rida Muzi was not a fool. No matter how brave and arrogant his subordinates were, a thousand of them could not win against the tens of thousands of elite soldiers of the Liangzhou Guard. Therefore, his men should be far more than this. This was a trap that had been set up long ago against the Liangzhou Guard. In front of the guard station was Mount Baiyue, and behind it was Wulu River. If they had an army, it would be impossible for them to cross from Mount Baiyue in such heavy snow. Therefore, it was most likely that they would take the closest water route at night and cross over.
He Yan had never seen Rida Muzi before, but he had fought with Rida Muji many times and knew this person's background. This person loved to set up arenas and say that he wanted to spar with the other party. In reality, his methods were vicious. The martial artists of the Central Plains who walked the righteous path would most likely lose to him. In this way, they would lose their morale before the battle even started. Once they were afraid of the Qiang people, they would most likely be defeated. Back then, many Da Wei generals had fallen for Rida Muji's tricks.
All was fair in war. Morale was the most important. He Yan could see that although Rida Muzi was not on good terms with his brothers, his methods were the same as before. The new soldiers of the Liangzhou Guard would not be able to avoid a fierce battle with Rida Muzi's subordinates today. She had already done everything she could. The last thing was to gather enough morale for the men of Da Wei on this training field.
With morale, they would be able to display their true strength in their first battle.
"I hate pretentious people of the Central Plains the most." Rida Muzi finally lost his patience. He looked into the distance as if he was waiting for some news. However, he did not receive anything. He turned his head and said, "Let's end this quickly!"
He Yan smiled and said, "That's exactly what I was thinking."
She reached out and tied the belt tighter. The belt covered the wound and prevented too much blood from flowing out. However, at the same time, it was more painful and uncomfortable.
Rida Muzi looked at her actions and suddenly said, "You remind me of someone."
He Yan asked, "Who?"
"Although I have never seen him, I heard from my unlucky brother that there was a General called He Rufei in the Central Plains. When he was shot on the battlefield, he could pull out the arrow shaft and continue to command the battle. In the end, he died at the hands of He Rufei. You are very similar to that person. "
He Yan heard this and smiled. "Wrong. I am not He Rufei. I am not like him."
She glanced at the people of Liangzhou below the stage. "However, the men of Da Wei are all like me. As long as they do not die, they will fight to the end! There will be thousands of General Feihong in the Central Plains. Your Western Qiang. "She looked up and said with a mocking tone," How many can you produce? "
After saying this, she waved her iron whip and charged straight at Rida Muzi!
Rida Muzi sneered and did not take it to heart. In his opinion, He Yan was already injured. With old and new injuries, she was just an arrow at the end of its flight. Although her endurance was shocking, she could not hold on for much longer.
The scimitar and the iron whip intertwined, producing the sound of metal colliding.
"Brother He …" Xiao Mai's heart tightened as she watched from below the stage. She did not dare to let go.
He Yan's movements became faster.
She waved her whip faster and faster. She was faster than Rida Muzi's scimitar. The scimitar was big and heavy. For an ordinary person, Rida Muzi's movements were already very fast. However, it was not as fast as the iron whip. The whip took advantage of the gap between the scimitar and the scimitar. It came from everywhere and hit Rida Muzi's face. It was only a bloody mark earlier. However, in just a moment, there were several more bloody marks on his face.
"Is this all you can do?!" Rida Muzi was angered by the continuous whipping. Her expression became violent. The scimitar went straight for He Yan's neck. However, He Yan was petite and dodged it easily.
"You are just so-so." The young man even had the time to turn his head and tease her.
What was going on? Rida Muzi was even more surprised. Why did it seem that as time passed, He Yan's movements became faster and faster? Wasn't he injured? How could he still be so agile and not be affected at all? Could it be that he was pretending before? This kid did not have any old injuries at all?
He Yan dodged the tip of the scimitar. He tiptoed and circled behind Rida Muzi.
This person was wearing armor and was incomparably hard. It was not that her whip did not hit Rida Muzi's body. It only landed on the armor and did not leave anything behind.
Then, from head to toe, it would be as if he had nothing left but a single weakness.
She narrowed her eyes and attacked Rida Muzi's back.
Rida Muzi turned around and used her scimitar to block He Yan's iron whip, sending He Yan flying. However, in the blink of an eye, she used the force to pounce on Rida Muzi again.
This was simply a suicidal fighting style. She only cared about attacking and did not care about defending.
"He can't be thinking of perishing together with her, right?" Jiang Jiao muttered.
In the eyes of outsiders, He Yan, who seemed to be staking everything on a single throw, was actually not that bad. On the contrary, Rida Muzi, who had the upper hand in the beginning, gradually fell into a disadvantage.
This young man seemed to know the traces of his scimitar every time. Every time they exchanged blows, he dodged early. He also quickly captured the weakness of Rida Muzi's scimitar skills and took advantage of the weakness to attack, making Rida Muzi somewhat helpless.
How old was he? He looked like he was 15 or 16 years old, but he could see her weakness in an instant. How terrifying was it to have an enemy? If this young man said that there were countless people like him in the Central Plains, what about Xi Qiang? How many people did Xi Qiang send out? There was no such genius, not a single one.
In an instant, Rida Muzi actually had the intention to retreat.
His morale was low.
However, he had wronged He Yan on this point. No matter how powerful He Yan was, he would not be able to quickly determine the trajectory of his opponent's skills after exchanging blows a few times, let alone someone like Rida Muzi. It was because, perhaps because they were twins by blood, or perhaps because they learned from the same master, Rida Muzi's scimitar skills and Rida Muji's scimitar skills were exactly the same.
He Yan had exchanged blows with Rida Muji countless times in his previous life. He knew himself and his enemy, and had long since memorized his moves. At this moment, it was convenient for him to deal with Rida Muzi. And Rida Muzi's fear because of this happened to fall into He Yan's trap.
He was just giving him a taste of his own medicine.
They were used to attacking the morale of others to boost their own morale. Now that they had finally experienced the feeling of being discouraged, this was a good opportunity.
He Yan's whip lashed out faster and faster, to the point that the surrounding people were a little dizzy. Rida Muzi only felt that the iron whip seemed to have become a living snake, circling and dancing in front of him, its shadow was everywhere. His scimitar swung over, but it hit nothing but air. Instead, he was hit on the forehead by the whip. The real whip was here.
He furiously slashed at He Yan, but the youth had already circled behind him. He had also done this when he was dealing with Wa La previously. Rida Muzi secretly cursed in his heart, but he saw that the iron whip was already flying in front of him, like a heavy shackle, and was about to wrap around his neck.
Then, with another twist, his throat would be broken, and he would die like Wa La.
In the nick of time, he shouted, "Ke Muzhi!"
This seemed to be the name of one of his subordinates. In the next moment, a woman's exclamation suddenly sounded in the martial arts arena. It was Song Taotao, who was grabbed by the Qiang people and threw her onto the martial arts arena.
The Qiang people had strong bodies and great strength. Song Taotao was only a slender little girl, so she was thrown up like a commodity. If she fell, even if she did not die, she would be seriously injured.
No one below the arena could make it in time.
He Yan's whip spun in front of Rida Muzi's neck and flew towards Song Taotao. She also threw her body towards Song Taotao.
The iron whip wrapped around Song Taotao's body. He Yan flew over and caught Song Taotao in her arms. The two of them fell heavily to the ground together. He Yan supported Song Taotao's body. With this fall, the wound on her waist deepened. She was caught off guard and let out a "hiss" sound.
"Big Brother, be careful!" Suddenly, Cheng Lisu's shout rang out.
"He Yan!"
"A He Ge!"
Anxious voices came from all directions. Liang Ping's voice was extremely shrill. He Yan turned his head and saw a ray of light coming towards him.
When she caught Song Taotao, her back was exposed. Rida Muzi's scimitar fell fiercely and was about to cut her into two.
He Yan pushed Song Taotao away and closed his eyes because of the wind from the scimitar.
She no longer had the strength to move.
"Go to hell!"
"Bang —"
There was no pain as expected, and there was no blood splattering. Something knocked the scimitar over, as if someone was blocking in front of her.
He Yan slowly opened his eyes.
A familiar dark blue figure with a silver-scaled python embroidered with silver thread stood in front of her. A young man stood in front of her. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, and he was calm and reassuring. The long sword in his hand had not been unsheathed. It was crystal clear like snow and flowed with a bright light.
It was this narrow and thin Autumn Drinking Sword that brushed away the murderous scimitar.
"Commander in chief … Commander in chief! It's the Commander in chief! "The crowd below the arena was shocked for a moment, then suddenly became excited.
"The Commander in chief is back!"
"Uncle!"
Xiao Jue … is back?
He Yan looked over and felt that her vision was blurry. She could not see clearly.
Xiao Jue pulled her up from the ground. He Yan had no strength and leaned on him softly. Xiao Jue held her waist. He seemed to have noticed something and looked down.
The young man in black seemed to be a little weak, but he didn't have any wounds. But at this moment, the hand that was holding He Yan's waist felt a wet patch.
His hand was stained with blood.
He paused slightly and slowly looked at Rida Muzi. However, his words were directed at He Yan. His tone was as sarcastic as ever. "Why do you always get yourself into such a miserable state every time I meet you?"
"…"
He Yan smiled and said softly, "Maybe it's because I know that you will come to save me every time."
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