Tang Hao looked at Zhang Wu, who looked down in front of him. His words were not mixed with a little sympathy. He asked coldly.

    "What? It''s a good feeling to be insulted?"

    Tang Hao put up with Zhang Wu again and again, but he didn''t expect Zhang Wu to gain an inch and find fault again and again to humiliate himself. Although they were all dissolved by themselves, it was difficult to eliminate the evil spirit in my heart. What makes people more angry is that Zhang Wu openly suppressed Wang Fengbai in the form of venting his anger.

    If it weren''t for the rules in the martial arts field, Tang Hao could really stab this guy to death.

    Zhang Wu did not expect that his way of treating Wang Fengbai fell on his head at this time.

    Listening to Tang Hao''s rhetorical question, Zhang Wu raised his head hard. His already angry face suddenly became distorted and struggled for a few times, but he collapsed with excessive force just now and couldn''t stand up. Tang Hao was allowed to look down on himself from a commanding position.

    "You..."

    Zhang Wu said half and couldn''t find any reply.

    On the stand, everyone sighed. The people who had just watched Zhang Wu were silent.

    "Tut Tut, this Zhang Wu really has no bearing. It''s estimated that he didn''t expect to end up like this?"

    "It''s very gratifying! Tang Hao is also generous. If I had to poke some transparent holes in Zhang Wu earlier."

    "Zhang Wu has learned a lesson now. He is really to blame! He thinks he is a descendant of the aristocratic family. His magnanimity has lost the reputation of our aristocratic family disciples."

    The king of Tang smiled and stared at the field, nodded slightly, his eyes full of appreciation, and smiled.

    "Yes, yes, it seems that I really don''t see the wrong person. Tang Hao can really surprise me."

    "It seems that Tang Hao''s martial arts are much higher than I thought."

    On the judging stage, Duan Zhixuan looked at the stage and was shocked by Tang Hao''s seemingly "violent" moves. He could hardly believe his eyes. After a long time, he slowly recovered and looked at the general next to him who was known as a "good gun maker".

    "Well... Can you see what moves Tang Hao made?"

    "It''s a perfect shot. I''ve never seen such an unpredictable shot for so many years. Looking at this silver armor and white clothes, it''s quite the style of Zhao Yun, a fierce general of the three countries."

    Duan Zhixuan murmured, "Zhao Yun? A genius! His thin body doesn''t seem to be able to cross the river, but..."

    Suddenly Duan Zhixuan thought of Zhang Gongjin''s prediction in the military strategy exam and couldn''t help but be shocked.

    "Brother Zhang''s life is like a torch, and his prediction is true."

    Duan Zhixuan''s surprise at Zhang Gongjin added some points.

    Now that the outcome has been divided, Duan Zhixuan walked slowly towards the field with a golden gong, ready to announce the final result of the game.

    At this time, Zhang Wu''s eyes were full of blood. His bloody face was even more ferocious, and the hatred in his eyes had reached the peak.

    "I Zhang Wu, a martial arts aristocratic family disciple, will never lose, let alone to your cloth boy."

    This roar, like a wild animal trapped in a cage, came from the darkest corner of my heart.

    While talking, Zhang Wu took out the saber at his waist, stood up and cut weakly at Tang Hao.

    The victory or defeat was already decided, but Zhang Wu didn''t know what was good or bad. The knife he cut was not only a solid one. He lost his hunger in the competition, but also lost the face of his martial arts family.

    Tang Hao coldly saw Zhang Wu pounce and completely ignored him. He held a gun in his right hand and gently put Zhang Wu''s sword in mid air.

    No matter how Zhang Wu moves, the sabre can''t go any further. It can only stay in front of Tang Hao.

    "Ah“

    The crowd in the stands sighed.

    Suddenly.

    In Zhang wutengkong''s right arm, a three foot short blade appeared in his right hand.

    Sword in sleeve!

    This is Zhang Wu''s killing idea!

    Everything is in the midst of lightning, stone and fire.

    "Husband, be careful."

    Li Wanqing, who was just sitting on one side, looked at the scene and couldn''t help shouting in the stands. A jade face was instantly bloodless and stared at the changes in the field.

    With this sudden exclamation, the people in the stands also saw clearly. Zhang Wu held a saber in one hand and Tang Hao''s silver gun in the other. There was a long cold short knife in the other empty arm.

    "Be careful."

    Many people in the stands shouted out, and some people stood up involuntarily at the moment of crisis.

    Even some of the family members of the princes and noble ministers covered their eyes and did not dare to see the picture of the short blade cutting their throat and blood splashing on the spot.

    The king of Tang couldn''t help but stand up from the supreme seat, frowned, surprised and looked at the sudden change in the field.

    According to the rules of the examination room, participants can bring a main weapon with a long blade and a short handle saber for close combat.

    But bringing concealed weapons privately is a taboo in the martial arts field!

    At this time, Zhang Wu, who moved to kill Nian, still cares about these.

    Previously, the seemingly powerless cutting of the sabre at Tang Hao was just a cover to hold Tang Hao. At this time, Zhang Wu also rested for a moment and recovered a little physical strength.

    At the moment of the shock, Zhang Wu screamed, with the short blade in his hand, and went straight to Tang Hao''s throat!