Reborn in the Water Margin as emperor, built tanks to level the world

"Even if we face those two people at the same time, we can still be more than [-]-[-]% sure."

After Zhao Ji heard this, he immediately nodded frequently with a wry smile:

"No wonder, no wonder, no wonder when you, Yuan Nu, sneaked into the palace and captured me, I felt like I didn't even have a chance to fight back."

"It turns out that the gap between you and me is so huge."

While Zhao Ji and Zhao Yuannu were chatting with each other, the result of the competition in the middle of the open space had already come to an end.

The victorious party turned out to be the strong man with a stick who came to the stage to challenge later.

Such a result could not help but surprise the nearly a thousand wealthy people present.

After all, there are countless capable men and strangers under the command of Jiangnan La. Even if one is randomly selected and placed elsewhere, he is still regarded as a warrior in the army.

But I never thought that today, I would be buried here.

The strong man with the stick, after winning the first battle, although he suffered some minor injuries in some parts of his body, he was still full of fighting spirit at this time.

Du Wei, who had six flying knives on his waist, saw that his brother Zhang Jian was defeated, and immediately wanted to rush forward and fight with the stick-wielding man.

But this move was suddenly stopped by Zheng Biao and Demon Lord Zheng.

Du Wei was puzzled. Just when he was about to ask, he saw a female general in red jumping up from Wang Qing's force.

But I saw this man, nearly 40 years old, with his hair in a bun.

Although the facial features are not very delicate, the makeup is very charming.

Looking left and right, it was really coquettish and seductive.

There are rough waves in front of him, and his waist is relatively thick.

When she lifts her legs and twists her hips, she can always expose all the white parts of her legs.

At this moment, although the female general had not yet competed with the man holding the stick, her coquettish and bold temperament only made the nearly a thousand high-profile guests present thirsty, and started to utter vulgar words one after another.

When the man holding the stick saw that the woman who came to the stage to challenge was such a coquettish woman, he felt a hint of contempt in his heart:

"This magic-conquering stick in my hand is most useful for dealing with those slutty women!"

"So let's skip this competition. You can just admit defeat!"

"Lest when the time comes, the obscene noises of being hit by my demon-conquering treasure stick will come out frequently, and the heroes and heroes present will angrily accuse me of not knowing how to show mercy to women, hahaha..."

But after hearing these obscene words, the woman in red didn't look angry on her face, but actually started laughing along with her.

That kind of laughter only caused the bulges on her body to tremble frequently, truly interpreting this woman's slutty and coquettish expression to the fullest:

"My favorite thing is to fight with those heroes with sticks."

"Today, in front of all the heroes, since I have such an opportunity, how can I, Duan Sanniang, miss it?"

"Let's see if you, a man like you, conquer me with a stick like that, or if I use the ghost-headed sword in my hand to beat a naughty man like you off the stage!"

As soon as Duan Sanniang finished speaking, she raised the ghost-headed sword in her hand and slashed straight at the neck, waist, and lower body of the man holding the stick.

That kind of strength, that kind of momentum, that kind of sharp moves, it's really fierce and tight.

As for the man holding the stick, he had never practiced sword skills before, and secondly, he rarely fought with sword masters.

So seeing and hearing such a momentum at this moment, the man with the stick immediately put away the same teasing heart as before, and turned to be more calm and careful when fighting Duan Sanniang.

The stick in the man's hand, but he didn't know what it was made of, could actually hold it in his hand and swing it as easily as a wooden stick.

But when it collides head-on with Duan Sanniang's ghost-headed sword, it can also make a sharp sound like a metal iron rod.

The fight between the two sides actually lasted for less than half an hour.

In terms of moves, he has gone through hundreds of moves.

But at this time, Duan Sanniang didn't know whether it was because her strength was running out, or because the power of the move that split Huashan just now was too weak.

At this time, he turned around and almost fell to the ground.

How could the man with the stick miss such a good opportunity so easily?

He picked up the Demon-Conquering Treasure Stick in his hand and struck it in front of Duan Sanniang.

The delusion is that through such a move, the opponent can be completely subdued.

But the weapon in the man's hand had not yet hit Duan Sanniang's chest.

At this moment, Duan Sanniang, whether intentionally or unintentionally, suddenly pulled down the clothes on her chest.

In just the blink of an eye, a touch of soft snow-white suddenly appeared in the eyes of the man holding the stick.

When he looked stunned, he was reluctant to hit him with the stick in his hand:

What on earth did this woman mean? Why did she tear off her clothes while slapping her?

Faced with such a situation, should I fight it or should I reach out and touch it?

This……

While the man holding the stick looked hesitant, a look of fierceness suddenly flashed through Sanniang's eyes.

Then he turned his wrist, picked up the ghost-headed sword in his hand, and slashed away with the stick that the man holding the stick was holding tightly in his hand.

The speed was extremely fast, with just a flash of silver light, it had already reached the wrist of the man holding the stick.

Only now did the man with the stick react.

But for him at this time, the situation in front of him really made him laugh or cry.

If he continues to hold the stick tightly in his hand, there is no doubt that the four fingers of his right hand that is holding the stick will be cut off completely as soon as the blade of Duan Sanniang's ghost head sword arrives.

What if we let go of the stick and withdraw our hand?

This would allow him to preserve the four fingers of his right hand, but this would be tantamount to him losing his weapon.

At that time, how can he continue to fight with that third lady?

And this kind of thinking was only for a fleeting moment.

The man holding the stick was frightened, and with a sharp shake of his right arm, he threw the stick out of his hand.

But despite this, the sharp blade in Sanniang's hand still left a bloodstain that was almost bone-deep on the back of the man holding the stick's right hand.

When the man holding the stick took a few steps back and raised his right hand to look at the wound, he saw that it was already covered in blood.

I couldn't help but feel miserable in my heart.

But despite this, the attack on Sanniang's hands was not over yet.

Duan Sanniang's knife followed closely and slashed across the neck of the man holding the stick.

The man holding the stick suddenly saw that this move was coming, and quickly pulled his neck back.