Zhou Huan said coldly: "Zhou has been in the world for twenty years, and his enemies are everywhere. There are countless people who want to take my head. I wonder, Prince Xiao, if you have this ability?"

Xiao Chilang said: "General Zhou, I respect you as a hero, and I don't want to rely on the advantage of numbers to bully others. I will set up three levels for you. If you can successfully pass through, I will lead the people without saying anything."

Escape. But if you can’t get through, there are heads or treasure maps, you have to take the initiative to keep one thing. How about it?"

Zhou Huandao: "You want to fight alone?"

Xiao Chilang said: "Exactly! General Zhou, do you dare to accept the move?"

Zhou Huan raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "Since Prince Xiao has drawn the line, how can I, a Chinese man, be afraid of you, a Khitan warrior? Not to mention fighting for three battles, even if it lasted for three days and three nights, Zhou would not

You will frown!" After speaking, he raised his energy and leaped to the ground. He drew his sword with his backhand and pointed it at the Khitan cavalry formation, shouting, "Zhou is here, who will die?!"

I think that as a general of the Later Zhou Dynasty, he conquered the Southern Tang Dynasty, attacked the Khitan in the north, trampled the Central Plains with his horse, and slashed the barbarians with his sword. He experienced countless battles in his life, and survived many times, and his mind and spirit had long been tempered as hard as fine steel.

Even though he faced a powerful enemy, he stood tall and strong between heaven and earth with one sword and one sword, and he was as majestic as a mountain without any fear.

The thunderous shout rolled across the wasteland, causing many horses to tremble and neigh, and trample with iron hooves.

Xiao Chilang's eyes flashed with a bit of appreciation and a bit of ruthlessness, and he said in a deep voice: "Kumoli, you go to the front line!"

"yes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a black horse stood up and a tall Khitan man in long robes brandished a spear and said in a loud voice: "Wuna man, I'm here to meet you!" He was tall and handsome.

Rugged, with a complexion like copper, he clamped his legs on the horse's belly, and the horse jumped forward with a roar, its hooves flying, and a cloud of dust and grass clippings rolled up behind the horse's buttocks. During the gallop, the iron gun kept waving, and the tip of the gun continued to swing.

It outlines strange patterns in the air, making it difficult to predict its next trajectory.

I saw that the spears were like dragons playing in the water, and the horses were like chasing the wind and the moon. Although they had not officially joined the battle, the Kumori people, horses and spears merged into one, and their momentum quickly climbed to its peak.

The sound of hoofbeats rumbled, and murderous intent filled the air.

Zhou Huan's feet were firm and straight, facing the enemy cavalry that was charging at a fast speed, his eyes were determined, and he showed no signs of retreating.

Ji Yuqing's eyes showed anger and he muttered: "The Khitans came to fight on horseback, it's not fair!" Fu Jingtao whispered: "My eldest lady, how can the weaker party have the right to talk about fairness? Who has a hard enough fist?

Whoever has the right to make the rules." Ji Yuqing was stunned for a moment, chewing his words carefully. It seemed that there was a very profound truth hidden in it, which should not have been uttered by a young man, and he became more and more curious about Fu Jingtao.

Kumori's body rose and fell with the rhythm of the horse's running. He stared at the stalwart man in front of him, his eyes shot out a cruel and bloody cold light, and his true energy was poured into the iron gun. The tip of the gun seemed to be constantly trembling, but in fact it was always covering the other man's body.

The former key point. He is from Youzhou, with the blood of Khitan, Bohai, Goryeo and other ethnic groups flowing in his body. He was originally a giant bandit who controlled the Liao Kingdom. He was famous for his superb marksmanship and cruel killings in Yanyun and Liaodong. He was later conquered by Xiao Chilang.

. He prided himself on being brave and had always looked down on the Han people in the South, thinking that they could only talk words and boast, and their skills were ordinary. This time when he went south to the Song Dynasty, he was ambitious to make meritorious deeds and be rewarded, but he never got the chance to show off.

, I have been holding a fire in my heart for a long time. Now that I have the honor of being the first to fight, I am full of joy and determined to fight to become famous!

The black horse ran faster and faster, like a black lightning, rushing towards me.

At the moment when the horse's speed reached the limit, Kumori yelled: "Kill!" The iron gun shook, and the gun flew like a meteor, carrying a fierce and violent cold wind, and stabbed Zhou Huan's chest fiercely. He was riding on the horse.

Being condescending and possessing the huge inertia of running at high speed, this spear stabs the enemy to the point of destruction, leaving people with the strange feeling of having nowhere to escape and no way to resist.

Zhou Huan was the first to bear the brunt of the blow, with a solemn look on his face. His clothes and hair were blown by the strong wind. Faced with this earth-shattering blow, he lunged and raised his knife, slashing forward without any skill. The blade cut through the air, seemingly slowly.

Quickly, Kumori's spear was obviously the first to strike, but when Zhou Huan's sword light shot up into the sky, onlookers felt as if his spear had failed to reach its peak and was instead being suppressed.

when!

The spear is as fierce as a hurricane, and the sword is as powerful as thunder.

The moment the sparks splashed, a ripple of air visible to the naked eye erupted from between the two people and spread in all directions. Countless grass blades were bent and almost broke.

Zhou Huan's arm shook violently, the sword shattered, and the wound on his back shoulder immediately burst open. Blood arrows spurted out, and the whole person flew six to seven feet away in the direction of the gun.

Zhou Huan actually failed to block the opponent's iron spear thrust! Ji Yuqing's heart was in her throat and she couldn't help but grab Fu Jingtao's arm and exerted so much force on his hand that he grinned. Zhou Chengzong gritted his teeth.

, his fists were clenched, his nails pinched the flesh, and blood flowed unknowingly from his palms. Only Yanying's face was calm, and no abnormal fluctuations could be seen.

Xiao Chilang's pupils narrowed slightly, and the look of surprise disappeared in a flash.

Kumori laughed wildly and said: "The general of the Zhou Dynasty is nothing more than that!" He removed the force of the shock from his arms, put the iron gun back behind him, and urged his horse to chase Zhou Huan, who was flying in the air. He looked at his opponent's position and poisoned the dragon.

Like an iron spear, it shot out from the right side of the horse's neck again, and the tip of the spear stabbed straight into the horse's neck. It was unyielding, trying to establish a decisive victory in one go.

Zhou Huan looked down at the extremely ferocious enemy, his eyes were cold and emotionless, without joy, sorrow, anger or resentment, as if what he saw was just a rock or a dead tree. He was not interested in the deadly iron spear thrust from below.

He ignored it, waved his hand and slashed down with one sword, simply and directly, going straight to the fatal point on Kumori's head. If his first sword was as powerful as wind and thunder, then his second sword was as fast as lightning, as if the light of the sword had just taken flight.

Having crossed the barrier of space, it has already struck in front of Kumori!

The sword energy is cold and the skin feels cold when touched.

Kumori was shocked, and he twisted his arms violently. He picked up the iron spear halfway, and the tip of the spear drew an arc, blocking the incredible light of the sword.

when!

There was another loud bang, which shook the whole place.

Kumori couldn't help but groan in a low voice, his face flushed, and his arms were slightly defeated, as if he was crushed by a huge boulder. Even with his divine power, he couldn't resist the fierce force. The next moment, he stepped off the majestic horse.

His whole body was trembling, his front legs were weak, and he fell to his knees with a hissing sound. He continued to push forward, and his whole body fell down and rolled on the grass, filled with dust.

Kumori jumped off the saddle in embarrassment, feeling ashamed and angry, wishing that a gap suddenly opened in the ground and he could get in. He relied on the advantage of the galloping horse and had the opportunity to strike first, but he was still chopped off the horse's back with a knife. It was really

An unforgettable shame and humiliation.

Ji Yuqing let out a sigh of relief and couldn't help shouting: "Second uncle will win!"

Fu Jingtao looked at the sword that split the mountains and rivers from afar, and was so shocked that he almost stopped breathing. Not long ago, he used the sword intention that he had just learned to kill a strong enemy. In fact, there were still many things in the process of releasing and retracting the sword.

I didn't think through the details, and basically acted based on instinct. Looking back later, I didn't know how to improve it. Now that I saw Zhou Huan's sword skills, the two aspects were confirmed, and many questions were solved. I felt a sudden enlightenment and a heartfelt joy of enlightenment.

The Khitan cavalry formation was like a strong wind blowing through, causing commotion. Kumori was considered the best among them. Although he was a bit arrogant, he was really powerful in the art of combining guns and horses. Otherwise, how could he be qualified to be the first to fight? But he was a bit arrogant.

As strong as Kumori, he was defeated in the second move, which shows how powerful and terrifying Zhou Huan is.

Xiao Chilang couldn't help but secretly nod, this is the level that Zhou Huan should have! If Zhou Huan couldn't even beat Ku Moli, then he would really suspect that this person was an imposter.

Zhou Huan's already falling figure was shaken by this huge force, soaring like a giant eagle into the sky. When he reached the highest point, he raised his sword and pointed at the sky, and suddenly shouted: "Kill!"

The mounted opponent is struck away.

The murderous aura poured down like ice water, and the blood all over his body was about to coagulate.

Kumori looked up to the sky, and his vision was filled with dazzling snow-white sword light, which seemed to fill the sky and the earth, appearing everywhere, dividing Yin and Yang. He knew clearly that after that white light, there was eternal darkness! After that,

In the first two offensive and defensive tests, Zhou Huan obviously figured out his details, and was unwilling to entangle and delay any more, so he directly used his killing move. This general of the Zhou Dynasty can dominate the battlefield, and he is indeed not an easy person!

Kumori was extremely ruthless by nature. He was used to the days of licking blood with the blade of a knife. He had no intention of shrinking back to save his life. At worst, he risked his life to save his face. How could he lose face? He roared in a low voice, sat down on the horse with his waist bent, and his whole body was full of energy.

Focus on the iron spear and stab it into the sky with a roar.

The sword falls and the gun rises.

In front of the raging and ruthless sword light, the flying spear looked so thin.

Click!

The sword flashed across, and the iron gun's body broke into two pieces.

Kumori held the broken gun in his hand, looked at the slowly falling opponent, and praised: "What a great swordsmanship!" As soon as he finished speaking, a line of blood emerged from the top door, and quickly spread across the eyebrows, the bridge of the nose, the chin, the throat, and even the chest.

Blood dripped from his clothes. His tall body shook, his broken gun clattered to the ground, and suddenly he fell straight up to the sky, and his soul was gone.

Just three moves can determine life or death. This is the world of martial arts. If you don't fight, that's it. If you fight, your family and life will depend on it. Rather than expecting your opponent to be merciful, it's better to find ways to improve your own strength.

Fu Jingtao gently closed his eyes, replaying Zhou Huan's third sword in his mind. It went beyond the scope of moves, beyond common sense, and vaguely touched the invisible level of the avenue. Unfortunately, his strength was too low, and he could not even imitate it.

He couldn't imitate it, he could only feel its superficiality. He sighed in his heart, opened his eyes again, and reminded himself not to aim too high.

If you don't accumulate steps, you won't be able to reach a thousand miles; if you don't accumulate small streams, you won't be able to reach a river or sea.
Chapter completed!