"Haha, if there is blood on the horse's butt, is it Ji Jinbiao plotted against it? Can't your horse break the blood on the butt? Or if your horse is a mare, it's a menstrual relationship? Haha, Captain Ba, you, your adjutant, is really good at joking. Okay, that's the end of this matter!" He was obviously talking nonsense, but he blamed others for joking.

The soldiers around him burst into laughter, and Amu Gulang, who had died of war horse, was stammering his neck and was about to come up to argue. Hu Fei used only one sentence to make this real Mongolian man's idea of ​​causing trouble immediately disappeared.

"The equestrian competition is over. Next, you two have a sword competition. Should you continue the competition, or will you not compete in the next game so far?"

"By, compare! Let's compare!" Amu Gulang loudly signaled that he was willing to participate in the next competition. This grassland man thought very simply. The sword competition was just a sword competition. Isn't this a good opportunity for him to avenge his beloved horse? He could plot against my horse during the competition, and I could also use the competition to kill him!

Although Bayar felt that it was a bit inappropriate, Amugulang said everything. He could not disagree with the competition, right? The competition was proposed by him. If he wanted to proactively ask for an interruption, wouldn’t he slap himself in the face?

Hu Fei proposed the continued competition, and Amu Gulang was the first to agree. Bayar stood aside and did not object. Ji Jinbiao stood there with an attitude. No matter what moves you do, he would accompany him to the end! So, the competition, which was interrupted for nearly half an hour, was resumed.

Ji Jinbiao danced with a saber, then posed in a starting position, waiting for his opponent to appear. Amu Gulang stood opposite Ji Jinbiao with a traditional Mongolian saber. One of the two wanted to win and the other wanted to avenge the love horse. The two stared at each other with four eyes, and their eyes were full of murderous intent!

"Start!" "Do!" As the referee gave the command to start, the two knives instantly collided together and made a clear sound, and a real hand-to-hand combat began!

The situation of the two fighting with swords was exactly the opposite of the equestrian competition. In the equestrian competition, Ji Jinbiao could not compare with his opponent Amu Gulang. He won the game in an unknown way by using tricks. In the swordsman competition, the situation completely reversed, and Ji Jinbiao took the full initiative in the hand-to-hand combat!

Amu Gulang was strong and quick to react, but his ability was limited to this. Although the Mongolian sword in his hand was a powerful weapon, Amu Gulang himself had never practiced the real sword technique. He used the sword entirely based on strength and speed.

Although there is a saying in martial arts that one power reduces ten powers and the world's martial arts are only fast and fast, no one can deny the importance of skills. Ji Jinbiao has extremely skilled sword skills. He has practiced sword skills, and is not much different from Amu Gulang in terms of speed and strength!

From the beginning of this sword competition, Ji Jinbiao, who had the upper hand in skills, took the initiative. After the two of them fought each other with steel swords, Ji Jinbiao used his exquisite moves to launch attacks frequently; but Amu Gulang found that the power and speed he had relied on in the past could not be fully utilized in the competition with his opponent!

He was fast, but he could not catch Ji Jinbiao at all; his strength was enough, and every knife was cut by his opponent, but he was always cleverly resolved by his opponent. The more he hit, the more powerful Amu Gulang felt. The faster he hit, the faster he hit, but the faster he could not hit the enemy. On the contrary, because he repeatedly used his power in the air, he became more passive!

Ji Jinbiao's sword always attacked from unexpected angles. Every attack made Amu Gulang busy and sweat frequently. After the two of them fought for more than a dozen rounds, Amu Gulang was already panting like a cow and sweating like pulp!

When Ji Jinbiao first started fighting, he had to take all his energy to deal with the opponent's fierce attack. After a few rounds, he gradually adapted and became more comfortable to deal with it. After more than a dozen rounds, Ji Jinbiao became like an old man playing with a naughty boy, and became a playful player.

There were several times when Ji Jinbiao could clearly decide the winner with one sword and cut his opponent over the spot! But he always tilted the knife at a critical moment, or gently tapped the opponent's back, or carried his own knife on the opponent's shoulder, and touched it gently, passing by one point. This made Amu Gulang and others shudder and sweated all over.

Ji Jinbiao remembered what Hu Fei told him before the start of the game: Don’t hurt anyone until the time comes! The horse that plots against the opponent in the equestrian competition is not hurt, it is hurting the horse. If you knock down the opponent in the sword competition, it is really hurting!

Looking at the Mongolian man, he meant a man who didn't know how to admit defeat. He didn't hurt people and could win the game. It seemed that he had to work hard! But this was not a problem for Ji Jinbiao. While the two of them were fighting, Ji Jinbiao handed his sword in. He took advantage of the opponent's busy with parrying and raised his foot, "Bang!" and kicked Amu Gulang out and took a walk!

The knife also let go and the person fell several meters away. Amu Gulang lay on the ground for a while before getting up. He kicked the hips, and the place where he was kicked was hurt, but when he fell to the ground, he squatted down. Fortunately, it was all about the pain on his skin and he was not seriously injured.

Amu Gulang knew that Ji Jinbiao had shown mercy, so the straightforward Mongolian man went over and bent down to Ji Jinbiao. Thank you for showing mercy! As for that war horse? No matter how important the life of a horse is, it cannot catch up with human life, right?

"Okay--!" The audience was even more applauding. It was even more admirable to be able to defeat the opponent than to kill him.

This most dangerous sword competition can be solved in a peaceful way, which is undoubtedly the best ending. Although Bayar is not very satisfied, he also knows in his heart that Amu Gulang is indeed inferior to his opponent. He can escape under the opponent's sword and survive thanks to his mercy.

The game is not over yet, so you have to wait until the competition is over before you can say anything. The next one is the last game, and it can also be said to be the most entertaining wrestling match among these three games.

Mongolian men usually like wrestling the most, and their wrestling competitions at each Nadamu Conference are also the most popular sports. It can be said that every Mongolian man knows wrestling, and there are countless good wrestling players among them. The wrestlers sent by Bayar to participate in the competition are naturally the best among them.

Order Bagen, a short and strong axle man. According to Bayar, this Bagen once won the wrestling championship at the Nadam Conference!
Chapter completed!