"Troubleshoot?"

Hong Ye said this, including Sanbao and many Dragon and Tiger Martial Artsmen, and even staff from various departments watching on the sidelines, their eyes were a little different when they looked at Hong Ye.

When shooting an action movie, the wonderful martial arts movements are designed and rehearsed over and over again before the filming starts, in order to achieve the best martial arts effect.

This is what is called a trick.

You punch, I kick, you hit, I react, and I will take a good look when the shot is taken.

But Hong Ye wanted to make a move with Yang Chu, and this seemed to be tactful, but anyone present understood what he meant, that was to fight Yang Chu.

In recent days, Hong Ye has performed his sword skills and equipment more than once. When he was a substitute for the male protagonist "Wu Zai", he also injured a Dragon and Tiger Martial Artist because he was not very good at resuming his strength.

Everyone can see that Hong Ye is a real trainer.

But in the industry of Dragon and Tiger Martial Arts, good kung fu is naturally popular, but what everyone competes is never about who is really capable of fighting, but about doing movements and courage.

Now you lose more than your actions and courage, and you still clamor for a trick. If you fight another game, it gives people the feeling that it is difficult to deal with and you can't afford to lose.

"Hong Ye, that's it."

Director Sanbao looked at Hong Ye's appearance, waved his hand, said, and shouted at the crew members watching around, "Every department is busy, hurry up and take the set."

"Dare you dare?"

Hong Ye ignored director Sanbao's words and stared at Yang Chu and asked.

Director Sanbao's face suddenly sank. Just as he was about to speak, the martial arts clerk Jiale, who saw this, hurriedly stood up and laughed and smoothed the scene, "Hong Ye, even if you want to make a move, Achu won't react."

"no."

Hong Ye refused without saying anything to the other party, looked at Yang Chu and said, "Do you dare or not?"

"What do you want to make a trick?"

Yang Chu's emotions were not as sensitive as others. He actually didn't care about these things. It can be seen that Hong Ye looked like he would not give up if he didn't compete with the other party.

"weapon."

Hong Ye walked to the place where he had a steel sword inserted before, pulled out the sword, pointing the tip of the sword at Yang Chu, "I will use the sword, what do you want to use."

"Have you made enough trouble?"

Sanbao looked at Hong Ye's actions and could no longer help but be angry and shouted loudly.

"Brother Sanbao——"

At this time, Yang Chu suddenly stopped the angry Sanbao and smiled, "I'll just use Hong Ye to make a move. I'm really interested in weapons."

As he said that, a staff member of a prop group not far from Yang Chuchao shouted, "Please give me a sword too."

"Achu, then."

Soon the staff of the prop group found a steel sword that was also unopened and threw it to Yang Chu.

Yang Chu took the sword, held the hilt in his right hand, and shook it gently, giving a different experience.

This made Yang Chu sound the boxing theory that Xiahou Wu said before, "Fist first and then grab the legs, and the weapons are five-in-one."

"Hey, be careful. Although it is not Kaifeng, it can still be cut off."

Seeing that the scene had become like this, Wu Zhijiale had to remind him.

Director Sanbao walked to the side with a dark face. Since Yang Chu had agreed, he would put this aside for the time being. He waved to a drama agency and asked the other party to get a large bottle of herbal tea. He drank a few gulps, and his face looked a little better.

The staff who had just dispersed around him, and seeing that there was still fun, they could continue watching, they gathered back one by one.

However, this time no one dared to yell at the bet and win or lose, just watching one by one.

"You don't even know how to hold the sword?! How dare you use the sword like me?"

Standing in the middle of the crowd, Hong Ye watched Yang Chu shake the steel sword twice, and a hint of sarcasm appeared on his face.

"It's okay." Yang Chu waved the steel sword twice again and smiled at Hong Ye, "It's a trick."

"Hmph! Be careful!"

Hong Ye snorted coldly, suddenly jumped, and the steel sword in his hand dripped through a cold light and slashed towards Yang Chu's shoulder, with an extremely fast speed.

But Yang Chu's movements were not slow at all. When he held up the sword, the steel sword in Hong Ye's hand suddenly changed and slashed towards Yang Chu's chest. Yang Chu followed suit, dinging twice, blocking the sword in front of him twice in a row.

“Good response.”

Hong Ye sneered, as if he had a sword in his hand. His previous frustration, anger, and grievance completely disappeared, and all he had was infinite confidence.

"It's different if you have weapons."

Yang Chu replied with a smile. After these swords, he gradually realized something different.

Hong Ye took action faster, picking, wiping, slashing, chopping, and slashing, one move after another, constantly attacking Yang Chu.

Yang Chu's pace changed constantly, sometimes avoiding Hong Ye's steel sword, sometimes blocking and parrying, and his eyes were always staring at the opponent's movements and power transportation methods of using the sword.

The crisp sound of gold and iron clashes continued.

"How can the butterfly step in boxing be matched with such a thing?"

After Hong Ye attacked several swords one after another, he saw that Yang Chu would dodge his movements, using boxing movements, and his eyes became more and more weird as Yang Chu looked at him.

In his eyes, Yang Chu did not have any weapons at all, but his hands and eyes were very fast. Although he kept his hands and actions, it was not something that ordinary people could keep up with or block them.

Yang Chu's movements are indeed not good-looking. He was holding a sword in his hand and there was indeed a boxing pace under his feet, and he kept dodging and detouring.

"If you have the ability to capture it, you will be able to advance weapons. Weapons are extensions of hands and feet..."

During this short battle, another sentence that Xiahou Wu said appeared in Yang Chu's mind.

Weapons are the extension of hands and feet, and using weapons is like using your own hands and feet.

Gradually, Yang Chu's sword techniques and techniques were still clumsy, but the steel sword in his hand seemed to be more and more smooth and more flexible.

Occasionally, I can already beat the cold one, and while blocking Hong Ye's steel sword, I will fight back a few times.

The onlookers only saw a dazzled look, and many movements could not be seen clearly.

Such a swordsmanship competition is rare in reality. Even if they want to shoot such an action in a movie, they will need long-term rehearsal and through some special means to do it.

From this competition, everyone also saw why Hong Ye was so arrogant. If anyone in his twenties and had this kung fu skills, his performance today would probably be several times more crazy than Hong Ye.

Suddenly, at this moment—

Hong Ye's sword slashed towards Yang Chu's thigh, but Yang Chu did not dodge this time, but suddenly slashed towards his neck with a sword.

This change scared Hong Ye and quickly drew his sword and turned around to block it. But the next moment, Yang Chu's sword changed its angle and stabbed Hong Ye's throat directly.

"ah--"

This change is really too fast and too rapid.

Hong Ye didn't react for a moment, and seemed to be unable to believe it. His body was stiff and he just stared at the sword that stabbed towards his throat.

The cold sword tip touched the skin on his neck, Hong Ye's forehead was sweating, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground unconsciously.

"The trick is done."

Yang Chu withdrew the steel sword in his hand, looked at Hong Ye who was still in shock, and said with a faint smile.

After Yang Chu closed the sword, Hong Ye touched his neck. The red blood stained his fingers. He suddenly roared: "Are you crazy?! Do you really want to kill me?! Is there anyone who competes like this?!"

With Yang Chu's sword, Hong Ye truly felt the great horror between life and death.

Even though Yang Chu stopped his hand at the last critical moment and only pierced the skin of his throat, from the perspective and strength of his attack, Hong Ye had no doubt that when Yang Chu took action, he had never considered whether he would really kill him.

"Aren't swords and swordsmanship just used to kill people?"

Yang Chu chuckled and threw the steel sword in his hand aside, "You dare not kill people, you dare not attack, then you can do it well in the future."

"you--"

Hong Ye wanted to refute that he had actually kept his hand just now. He used his sword to avoid Yang Chu's vital points, and he had never used the killer move of "sting" of his sword technique.

He hesitated when the sword slashed at Yang Chu's thigh in front, so Yang Chu seized the opportunity.

It was seen that Yang Chu threw away the steel sword, and even without looking at him, he suddenly felt a different feeling in his heart.

Since he was a master of martial arts, he has been proud of all kinds of weapons, but he was a layman like Yang Chu, who had obviously never touched a sword, pierced the skin of his throat with the tip of his sword. He really didn't know how to speak.
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