My enemies became my companions

Chapter 286 Tiger Killing Spear (Additional Update in )

Before going up the mountain, Chen Yi didn't expect Qin Qingluo to take it so seriously.

Now she was standing on the stands, looking over at him. Chen Yi could only smile at her.

Qin Qingluo stared at him for a while, then calmly looked away, still looking down on the whole audience with his majestic demeanor.

Chen Yi did not look at him, but moved his gaze back to the front, and saw soldiers coming towards him.

"This way please. Captain Hu is still preparing."

The soldier said so, and soon led the group of three people to a corner. It was a half-open tent, equipped with chairs, tables, various weapons, whetstones, and even tea.

Far away on the opposite side, there was an identical tent, filled with soldiers.

In front of the men in the army, there was an especially sturdy man with a mustache, wearing a blue shirt and a bench. There was no hostility on his face, his eyes were lowered, and he was calmly sharpening the blade with a shiny whetstone.

"Why are you so sissy even when sharpening a knife, you Hu Gou? You think you're a scholar just because you read two books?" The man who was called "Hu Gou" was patted on the shoulder.

"I think it's better for Hu Gou to sing the song." A soldier mocked.

"Shave your beard clean. After the beating, I'll carry you to a brothel tomorrow." As soon as he finished speaking, the group of soldiers burst into laughter.

Hu Gou just smiled and said nothing.

A soldier stepped forward and said, "Don't spoil the atmosphere. Let Brother Hu calm down and relax."

"By the way, why did this old man bring someone else here?"

A tall and thin man straightened his neck and saw Chen Yi and his group, and asked suspiciously,
"Could it be that they are relying on their numbers to start a group fight?"

"If we have more people, we have more. They look like officials from the capital."

The soldiers were unclear about Chen Yi and Min Ning, and their appearance on such a sensitive day in their territory made them wary.

Chen Yi casually looked at Hu Youxing, who was called Hu Gou, who was sharpening a knife. He just took a quick glance and then moved his gaze to the stands.

Qin Qingluo didn't look at him.

After a cup of tea, Li Wenhu sharpened his gun, then stood up with the gun in his hand. After thinking for a moment, he took another gun from the weapon rack.

Dusk unveils the sky, revealing a glimpse of the future.

Soldiers were already approaching from a distance, inviting him to come on stage.

"Cleaning up the house is our own business."

Li Wenhu raised his gun with both hands, looked back at Chen Yi and Min Ning, and said:
"The past grudges in the martial arts world will only be put into this duel. You will not be implicated. If you see that the situation is not good, run away immediately."

After saying this, Li Wenhu stroked his combed white beard, remained silent for a long time, and walked away slowly.

The old man held the gun at one end, horizontally and straight, hanging in the air, without shaking.

His hands were covered with calluses, especially on the pads of his two middle fingers, the result of at least thirty years of marksmanship.

Li Wenhu took up his gun and walked onto the training ground.

The men in the army in the distance saw Li Wenhu going up to the ring alone, and they calmed down a little and spoke rudely.

"Is this old man immortal?"

"I thought he was someone else. I'm afraid this old man can't even beat a brothel girl."

"What a nice costume! After Hu Gou is crippled, he will be sold to perform in operas."

Hu Youxing said nothing, just smiled and left with the knife.

Seeing him approaching from afar, Li Wenhu sneered at the disciple who had betrayed his master:

"You must have learned a lot of Kung Fu when you went to Southern Xinjiang, right?"

Hu Youxing saw Li Wenhu coming with two big guns and said unhappily:

“I don’t use guns anymore.”

Li Wenhu saw him sharpening his knife:

"You've only been practicing swords for a few years, and you dare to say that guns are no longer effective."

"It's your gun that's not working." Hu Youxing slowly stood up and waved his hand to stop the men behind him from talking.

"A good mouth."

Li Wenhu threw away one gun and held the remaining one with both hands.

"A good knife."

Hu Youxing holds the scalpel in one hand.

After listening to Li Wenhu's words earlier, Chen Yi had more or less guessed that Hu Youxing had turned his gun into a knife.

After Hu Youxing entered southern Xinjiang, he learned superior swordsmanship and abandoned his spear in favor of a sword. In this duel, he intended to use his swordsmanship to break his spearmanship. Not only did he want to kill the old man in front of him, he also wanted to defeat his martial arts philosophy.

Li Wenhu raised his spear and stepped forward, glaring at Hu Youxing, and said, "Danyang Tiger-killing Spear, Li Wenhu."

Hu Youxing stepped forward, holding up the scimitar, and said with a sharp look in his eyes: "Zhushan Zheng family knife, Hu Youxing."

Each of them reported to their master, and it was just a competition between warriors.

The moment the words fell,

Li Wenhu took a step forward and drew his gun, the wind from the gun was sharp and it stabbed straight ahead.

Hu Youxing pointed his toes and slightly raised the scimitar to block the stab, but Li Wenhu pulled his arm back and twisted it, changing the stab into a poke, and the scimitar was instead pushed away.

At this moment, Hu Youxing turned his body and rushed forward, and the scimitar cleverly avoided the attack. The old man let out a cry of exclamation, and then moved his spear around, following him like a shadow, with a fierce gust of wind, but every time he fired the spear, it missed the target.

No matter whether the spear is stabbing, poking or chopping, it cannot catch the shadow of the knife.

Hu Youxing wanted to rely on his physical skills to move forward and draw his knife, but the old man retreated while putting away his gun, doing so with ease. Then he seized the opportunity and fired his gun with great force. A shocking explosion broke out on the ring, causing many exclamations.

What else could Hu Youxing do? He had to avoid it.

The fight was fruitless, and the two retreated more than ten feet at the same time. "Good swordsmanship, but it's a pity that it's not appropriate." Li Wenhu said.

Hu Youxing did not answer.

"I haven't mastered it yet." Li Wenhu said with a smile.

When the soldiers who were nearby heard it, they booed in unison, like the rolling tide, and more boos rose in surprise.

However, in the stands, there was a slight solemnity in King Annan's eyes.

On the surface, the two men were evenly matched, but the old man relied on the length of his spear to prevent Hu Youxing from making a single move with his sword. No matter how skilled he was or how good his sword was, he could not defeat an inch longer and inch stronger sword.

Hu Youxing closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then he adjusted his stance, his steps as mysterious as a dragon snake, and he moved away with his sword.

Li Wenhu took a deep breath of powerful energy again.

I have been practicing shooting for forty years.

"Teach you something new."

Li Wenhu took a step forward, moved his body first, and rushed forward. He immediately put away his gun, stopped and shook the gun, with veins on his arms exposed. Suddenly, the gun came down, and a strong wind cut a half-foot crack in the ground. It was the most powerful and domineering shot.

The fist is afraid of young men, and the stick is afraid of old men.

And stick techniques have always been inferior to gun techniques.

The spear was like a flying arrow, firmly locking onto the gap when Hu Youxing changed his steps, and Hu Youxing raised his knife to block it.

boom!
The sound of the swords and guns clashing was almost deafening, and for a short time it drowned out the noise of the crowd. The force of the recoil can be imagined.

However, Hu Youxing held the knife handle tightly, his palms cracked and bleeding, but he remained silent.

He immediately switched the knife to his other hand and rushed forward regardless of anything, with the knife's powerful force being unstoppable.

The old man sneered and hit his waist with the gun.

Hu Youxing spat out a mouthful of blood, the scalpel fell to the ground, his body bent exaggeratedly, and he refused to kneel.

The soldiers in the tent were so nervous that they knew how skilled Hu Youxing was in martial arts. His swordsmanship was naturally inferior to his spear skills. However, no one expected that Hu Youxing would be in such a mess that he was interrupted after only one strike of the sword.

"Take the gun and get revenge."

At dusk, Li Wenhu uttered quietly again:
"Kill me with the gun I taught you."

Hu Youxing took a deep breath again, his eyes filled with anger.

After a long time, he finally let go of something in his heart and resolutely picked up the big gun that the old man brought on the ground.

"I'll teach the kid." Li Wenhu raised the gun again.

Hu Youxing spat out blood like spitting: "Come on!"

Li Wenhu raised his gun, straightened his body, and then stabbed through the air.

Hu Youxing, who picked up a gun again, developed a hatred for guns after learning that his parents died because of Li Wenhu. After entering southern Xinjiang, he no longer used a gun.

However, after not having used the gun for so many years, when he picked it up again, his hand didn't feel any sign of unfamiliarity. Perhaps he was born to hold a gun. It was as if he had forgotten the gun, but the gun had not forgotten him.

He laughed at himself, jumped sideways, and swung his spear, hitting the middle of Li Wenhu's spear. The gun in the old man's hand shook, and he clenched it hard, and the vibration suddenly subsided, but his movement was slowed down for a moment.

Hu Youxing twisted his arm, and the gun swam out, bending in a slight arc. The tip of the gun reached under Li Wenhu's gun and he thrust it with all his might.

The old man's gun was lifted up, but he put it away forcibly. Seeing Hu Youxing stabbing again, he narrowly dodged to the side.

Li Wenhu took advantage of the situation and swung the gun horizontally like a crescent moon. When it broke through the air, there was a crackling sound.

Hu Youxing raised his gun to block the attack. The recoil of the force caused his previously injured palm to crack again and bleed. His hand was numb but he forgot the pain.

Dusk sank into the endless tents. His mind was wandering for a moment, and he and his gun were like meeting an old friend. The gun moved with his heart, and his heart also moved with the gun. He could no longer tell the difference. Li Wenhu said that he had not mastered the swordsmanship. Why?

Because while he was using a knife, he didn't forget his spear skills.

At this time, Li Wenhu put away his gun again, stopped and shook the gun.

It was dusk and the sun was setting, and there was no twilight. Seeing the momentum of the spear, Hu Youxing couldn't help but raise his hand. The old man said that he was a master in spearmanship, far better than himself. He also taught him a saying: "The greater the skill, the more powerful the truth. No matter how good the sword, how good the footwork, how good the swordsmanship, in front of the gun, they will all be bullied."

His eyes gradually became clear. The spear was considered the king of all weapons, but it was only because one spear could be defeated by another.

Hu Youxing completely abandoned the knife and returned to the gun.

Almost at the same time, Hu Youxing put away his gun, stopped and shook the gun.

The guns were like flying dragons, colliding with each other with a loud bang, which was deafening.

Both guns broke at that moment. Hu Youxing's arm, which was numb at the base of his palm, broke off and fell to the ground.

His broken gun was only three inches away from the old man's chest, just three inches.

Hu Youxing's mouth was full of blood and he smiled miserably.

The old man had a blank expression on his face, and the broken gun in his hand pierced the chest of the true disciple during the fight just now.

"Thank you for your teaching today." Hu Youxing said with a weak breath.

"I haven't seen anyone surpass his master." After saying this, Li Wenhu pulled out his gun swiftly.

Hu Youxing died of suffocation.

At this point, both the father and son of the Hu family died at the hands of Li Wenhu.

Li Wenhu bent down to put away his gun, then turned around and walked off the stage without any hesitation, his back looking bleak.

In the distance, an officer was walking slowly towards us, holding a glass of hot wine.

In front of everyone, Li Wenhu took it with both hands, drank the hot wine in one gulp, showed the empty wine bowl around, and said with his thin body:

"I, Li Wenhu, have no way of teaching, and ended up with a tragic situation where my master and my apprentice killed each other. I have no face to accept any more apprentices. The Jianghu has eyes, and the heaven and earth are witnesses.
I, Li Wenhu, declare that the Danyang Tiger-killing Spear will be eradicated from now on!"

At dusk, the old man's voice was hoarse and high.
With a bang, the wine bowl smashed to the ground, witnessing the decline of a martial art.

Tonight there are
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(End of this chapter)