Daming Super Daddy

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The rest of the guards in Jinyi surrounded the center of Fengtian Temple, expressly worried that one or two of those who participated in the magic soldier competition would jump out and assassinate Zhu Di.

After all the royal guards took their positions, the people who came to participate in the battle of divine soldiers entered the hall with their own swords.

"I have seen my emperor, long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

After the ceremony, these people looked for their masters in the temple.

"Hahaha, since everyone is here, let me make a good start first!" At this time, Zhu Wei was the first to stand up, but he was not afraid of shame, "Whoever of you dares to come out and compare with this king, let's not Playing so many tricks..."

Speaking of this, Zhu Wei nodded to his personal guard of the palace.

With a swipe, the guard drew a long knife from his waist and displayed it in front of everyone.

"Come, come, as long as you come out and slash with the long knife in the hand of the prince's personal guard, whoever breaks it first will lose." Zhu Wei's method is really simple and rude.

"His Royal Highness, the servants are here to compete with you!" Standing out from the crowd was a man with curly hair, sunken eye sockets and dark skin.

At first glance, it looks like a man who cheats on the nation!

"May I ask this lord, where did he come from? What kind of weapon is he comparing?" Zhu Wei said, looking at this man with obvious Indian style.

"My subject is Mutukad, the special envoy of the Delhi Sultanate, and I have met His Royal Highness King Min!" The man spoke Chinese with a trembling sound, and his liver trembled when he heard it.

The slave-born governor of India, Gutabuddin Aibak, adopted the title of sultan to rule the North India region conquered by the Communists in 1206, and set his capital in Delhi, hence the name of the Delhi Sultanate.

Therefore, this guy is really a guy who cheats on the nation.

"Okay, Messenger Mutukad, right?" Zhu Wei nodded and said, "What do you compare it to? Is it this strange scimitar?"

Mutukad's men were holding a curved knife with a strange shape. The blade was sharp and the blade was very wide. It was bent at 120 degrees.

"Yes!" Mutukad nodded.

"Come on, I'm a guest from afar, I'll let you cut it first." Zhu Wei said generously.

"It's better to be respectful than to obey!" Mutukad pulled an idiom, and then gestured to the man holding the scimitar.

Clang!

That subordinate was not polite, and directly swung the scimitar and slashed at Zhu Wei's knife.

The momentum was quite strong, but Zhu Weifang's knife only trembled for a moment, and then it completely extinguished, without even breaking a gap.

"Okay, it's time for the king!" Zhu Wei laughed, and simply snatched the knife from his subordinate's hand, aiming at the machete.

Click!

Very neatly, the long knife slashed on the scimitar, there was only a slight pause, followed by the sound of breaking.

Looking at the scimitar again, it was half an inch shorter. Although the port was a bit rough, it was indeed broken.

"Hahaha, it's broken, it's broken!" Zhu Wei was excited like a child, "I won."

Mutukad shook his head, clasped his hands together, bowed to Zhu Wei, and said, "It's the servants who lost."

"Who else?" Zhu Wei held up a long knife and looked down on the crowd.

"I come……"

"Change me..."

Perhaps it was the collision of weapons just now that stirred up the viciousness in the hearts of everyone present.Those who prepared their swords and came to participate in the competition shouted one after another. (To be continued.)

Chapter 252 Do it yourself!

(PS: A chapter of [-] words! I will be looking for a job later and in the afternoon, so the evening chapter is merged with the morning chapter!)

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With Zhu Wei's mobilization, the entire Fengtian Hall became happy.

The first ones to attack were naturally the nobles of the Ming Dynasty and the clan of the Huang family. They took out all kinds of swords and came to compete with Zhu Wei.

Although these weapons are all kinds of strange things, none of them are unique, that is to say, they are all within the scope of 'ordinary' swords defined by Kirito Watanabe.

Jingle Jingle!

It's like the sound of iron striking, different swords, you slash me, I slash you.

It seems boring to watch like this, but the complaints around are far more interesting than watching swords and swords.

Zhu Song didn't know when he appeared in front of Zhu Di's dragon case, and together with Zhu Di, he commented on the swords that were being compared.

"Brother Sihuang, have you seen it, and I don't know where Brother Mu got such a knife, which actually cut off seven swords." Zhu Song pointed at Zhu Wei who was showing an extremely arrogant expression in the field, with a helpless expression on his face color.

"You should ask Qi Sihai about this!" Zhu Di grinned lightly, "Brother Zhu reluctantly asked for a remnant Xiuchun knife that you forged from the Department of Clearing Officials in the Arsenal."

"Ah?" Zhu Song said in surprise: "But those are defective products, how could they be used against each other?"

Zhu Di glanced at Zhu Song, and said angrily: "You think Brother Pu is stupid, so you can't find a craftsman to cast it again?"

"That's right!" Zhu Song laughed dumbly, "Brother Sihuang, if you say that, my brother sees that the knife is really similar to the Xiuchun knife!"

"It's just a matter of letting my brother try the Japanese Japanese sword first, maybe we don't need to go out." Zhu Di had his own thoughts, "Won't this save trouble?"

Just when Zhu Song was about to say something, there was a commotion in the hall:

"Your weapons are all rubbish!" Ashikaga Mikun was helped down by Wang Taiyi from the Imperial Hospital for treatment, so Watanabe Kirito naturally became the master of the Japanese mission.

Seeing those people rushing to their door to be abused, Watanabe Kirito couldn't bear it anymore.

"Damn Japanese, what did you say?"

"Your weapons are not rubbish, you go?"

Watanabe's words aroused public outrage at the time, and His Royal Highness King Min didn't say anything as the winning side. What's wrong with your Japanese country?

"Get out of the way!" Watanabe Kirito stretched out his hand, and four stout Japanese warriors came out.

These guys are eight and a half feet tall, with a waist diameter of nearly three feet. Standing in place, they look like four mountains of meat. They are very burly, and they tremble when they walk.

Zhu Song grinned, he looked at these four incomparably strong Japanese 'mountains of meat', how could they look like sumo wrestlers from Japan in the previous life?

Clang!

Two times in a row, before Zhu Wei could react, the Japanese sword slashed directly on the knife in Zhu Wei's hand.

Dang!