His general was killed. Xiao Chilang's expression was calm and there was no expression of surprise at all. It seemed that he had expected the result and was within the acceptable range. If Kumo Liquan knew about it, he would be furious and regret his role as

A pawn crossing the river to test the depth of the water.

Xiao Chilang raised his riding whip and tapped his palm, and said loudly: "General Zhou, you win the first game. I see that you have exhausted a lot of energy, General. Do you want to rest for a while?"

Zhou Huandao: "No need! After I break these three levels of yours, I will have plenty of time to rest."

Xiao Chilang laughed and said: "General Zhou is quick to talk, but I, the Khitan man, will not give up just yet! Yelu Dilie, it's your turn!"

I saw a big man standing out in line behind Xiao Chilang. He had a curly hair and a beard. He was wearing a strong suit and long boots. He was holding an iron rod with eyebrows and a carved dragon in his hand. His face was full of weathered color, and he had a pair of slender

The cold light in his eyes is captivating.

He jumped off the horse with one leg, holding a stick in one hand, and walked towards Zhou Huan step by step. His steps were steady and consistent. Every step he took seemed to be measured with a ruler. Unlike the arrogant Kumori,

He didn't have any aura about him. At first glance, he looked very ordinary. It was hard to believe that this person was actually a top expert.

Zhou Huan, however, had no intention of looking down upon him. Most of the Khitan people with "Yelü" as their surname were from royal families, and there were often people with amazing talents and talents. How could Yelu Dilie be considered a weakling if he could overpower his colleagues in the battle? Chuang Chuang

In the three levels of the bet, Xiao Chilang has already lost the first round. He should try to make it back in the second round. It is absolutely impossible to wait until the last round to try his luck. Just look at the perfect coordination of the opponent's limbs and muscles, and the restraint of his true energy to prevent it from leaking out.

His methods can be said to be the most powerful enemy he has ever encountered in his life.

He slowly raised the tip of the knife and pointed it, and said in a deep voice: "I am Zhou Huan, please!"

When Yelu Dilie heard the sound, he stopped and placed an iron rod across his chest, saying: "Yelü Dilie of Daliao, please give me some advice!"

The two of them faced each other from a distance, their weapons and bodies motionless, as if they were facing each other. An invisible and fierce storm was brewing in the air. Their eyes met sonorously, and their unspeakable fighting spirit quickly rose.

There was silence on the field, but the solemn and solemn pressure permeated the surroundings, making people wait with bated breath.

Yan Ying straightened his shoulders and frowned slightly, staring at the seemingly ordinary Khitan strongman, and murmured: "Could it be him?"

Suddenly, the two people rushed out at the same time. The steel swords and iron rods suddenly collided in mid-air, sparks flew everywhere, and strong winds flew everywhere. They were as quiet as a virgin and as moving as a rabbit. Everyone's eyes were dazzled, and the two figures were jumping around like a revolving lantern.

It is difficult to distinguish one from the other, but the sound of gold and iron chiming together is fierce and rapid, one wave louder than the other.

The two masters used fast fighting to attack and defend each other, and the speed of their moves exceeded the limits of mortals. Very few people could see the details of their movements. For example, Ji Yuqing, Zhou Chengzong and others just stared at it for a while and felt nauseous.

, quickly turned his head and looked away.

Regardless of his eyesight or will, Fu Jingtao is an outlier among outliers, and is one of the few people who can keep up with the speed of the two masters.

Zhou Huan has continued his consistent style of swordsmanship, which is both fast and cruel. No matter what the move is, it is purely based on adapting to the enemy. However, every sword contains terrifying killing intent. Even if it is a simple straight slash with the sword, in the eyes of others,

It is as hard to resist as if a mountain were torn apart. If you are not courageous and your will is not strong, just by being attacked by this murderous wave, you will lose all your fighting spirit and be defeated in an instant.

However, Yelu Dilie's stick technique was both defensive and offensive, calm and tenacious. The iron rod seemed to be alive and produced endless changes, tightly blocking the empty door and not allowing the opponent to take advantage of it. Although the sword light filled the surrounding area, the iron rod could be seen blocking the way.

Blocking, smashing, twisting and sweeping, always breaking through the sharp knife like an antelope hanging its horns.

Even though Yelu Dilie was wrapped up in murderous intent, his expression remained unchanged and he moved with ease. Once he launched a counterattack, he forced Zhou Huan to return his sword and take precautions. The two masters each showed their magical powers. You came and I went back and forth, and the battle was exciting.

Ji Yuqing caught a glimpse of him looking intently from the corner of her eye. She felt strange in her heart. She tugged on Fu Jingtao's sleeves and asked in a low voice, "Can you clearly see the changes in their moves?"

Fu Jingtao said: "Okay!"

Ji Yuqing felt secretly unhappy and thought to herself that I am the daughter of a dignified swordsman. I have a good family background and cannot distinguish the offensive and defensive situations on the field. Where did a poor boy like you get the confidence and ability? He sneered and said: "Then tell me, the current situation is

Who has the upper hand?"

Fu Jingtao said: "The two seniors are now evenly matched, and the deadlock is maintained for the time being. However, in my opinion, if senior Zhou cannot attack for a long time, his spirit will disappear, and he may encounter a crazy counterattack by his opponent."

Ji Yuqing heard what he said so eloquently and said half-believingly, "You really saw it clearly? Are you lying to me?"

Before he finished speaking, the shadow of the stick suddenly appeared in the field, circling like an Oolong, waving its claws and roaring. It changed from the previous strategy of defending while attacking, and steadily counterattacking. The stick technique was extended, attacking with attack, taking the initiative to find the opponent's weaknesses.

.The area covered by the iron rod was much larger than that of the steel knife. As it waxed and waned, the snow-white and dazzling light of the knife immediately dimmed by three points.

Ji Yuqing was stunned. There were only six words turning over and over in his mind. Why is this happening?!

Zhou Huan had already attached great importance to Yelu Dilie, but he didn't know that his opponent was still stronger than he imagined. The force of the shock coming from the iron rod gradually increased, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder when it broke through the air, which made him feel deeply troubled. He originally wanted to fight quickly.

The idea of ​​a quick decision cannot be realized.

From the time he escaped from Kaifeng to the present, he has protected Zhou Chengzong and fought thousands of miles away. He has repelled countless waves of killers and assassins. He has hardly had a moment of relaxation and peace. He has been injured both internally and externally, but he cannot stand up due to his firm belief. Today, he bravely ventured into the wilderness, in the middle

After experiencing a fight in the mountains and forests, and then using force to kill Kumori, he was not made of fine steel after all. The two consecutive battles indeed consumed a lot of energy, and there were signs of exhaustion of the true energy in his body.

On the other hand, Yelu Dilie was waiting for work, and his spirit, determination, inner strength, and physical strength were all at their peak. His true energy stretched like the Yangtze River, and he was not afraid of a stalemate in the battle. What's more, he had personally seen the battle between Zhou Huan and Ku Moli, and at least he had done it before taking action.

He knew it well, but Zhou Huan had no idea what he was good at or what his martial arts skills were.

One has the right time, place and people, while the other is physically and mentally exhausted and suffering from hidden injuries. In fact, before the battle has even begun, the situation is already not in Zhou Huan's favor. You must know that in a master's duel, the difference between victory and defeat is sometimes only a thin line, and any factor may play a decisive role.

The role of whoever has more favorable conditions is more likely to win.

Xiao Chilang was keenly aware of the changes in the battle situation, and an imperceptible smile appeared on his lips. Yelu Dilie was not well-known in the Central Plains, but in fact he was the disciple of Yelu Yannu, the number one master of the Khitan. His internal and external martial arts were at the pinnacle, and even Xiao

The red wolf is ashamed of himself.

Yelu Dilie has reached the current level of martial arts training, and he realizes that he has encountered a bottleneck in his practice. It is difficult to break through just by working behind closed doors, so he travels south to the mountains and rivers of Dachuan, trying to find opportunities for breakthroughs. Strictly speaking, he is not Xiao Chilang's subordinate. But he can follow Zhou

Fighting against a strong man of Huan's level is an extremely rare and valuable experience, so he did not refuse the next challenge. Xiao Chilang was full of confidence in him, and took advantage of Zhou Huan's weakness of losing power and being hard to recover from hidden injuries, and tried to win in the second game.

Will win.

Yanying looked serious, and the magic gun quietly came to him.

Off-court factors cannot affect the two masters whose energy is locked with each other. Yelu Dilie survived a round of sharp attacks. Through the subtle changes in strength when the weapons collided, he detected Zhou Huan's lack of strength and immediately changed his moves to apply pressure.

.His iron rod is mixed with mysterious iron from the outside world, so it is not afraid of being cut by the blade. In addition, the stick body is heavy and hard, but Zhou Huan has to be careful about the steel knife being deformed by being hit hard.

I saw Yelu Dilie stepping forward, sweeping away with the iron rod, picking up countless dirt and grass clippings. The head of the stick occasionally hit the ground, making a clanging sound like a heavy hammer beating a drum, and conspicuous pits appeared one after another.

Zhou Huan abandoned the head-to-head style of play and turned to swimming and stepping out of the sword, trying to restore the decline, but he still kept retreating under the strong pressure of his opponent.

With such an obvious advance and retreat, even Zhou Chengzong could tell that the situation was not good. He wished he could take his own life, his face full of anxiety and anxiety.

The Khitan cavalry shared the same hatred of the enemy and immediately erupted into bursts of whistles and cheers, like ghosts crying and wolves howling, which was very harsh.

Yelu Dilie's momentum was already rising at this time, and the force attached to the stick became heavier and heavier, making ten swings and ten strikes, extremely fierce. When the battle reached a fierce point, he suddenly used the stick as a spear, lifting the weight as lightly as he could, and stabbed Zhou Huan's chest with the head of the stick like lightning.

The switching of moves was as natural as it could be without any hesitation. This sudden thrust was light and ecstatic, with an indescribable elegance and beauty. It was completely different from the previous fierceness and ferocity, and it was beyond everyone's expectation.

Even Zhou Huan, who has experienced hundreds of battles, was shocked for a tenth of a moment, and the steel knife was hurriedly raised across his chest to protect his vitals.

Dang, Dang, Dang! The head of the iron rod expanded and contracted at high speed in a small space, stabbing the side of the blade continuously. The huge impact force made Zhou Huan's fingers numb.

Zhou Huan also reacted very quickly and immediately jumped backwards, hitting Yelu Dilie in the face with his left palm from the air.

Yelu Dilie ducked sideways, his stick following the person, sweeping across it with a roar, and then turned into a fierce and powerful move. The sudden changes in the rhythm, weight, speed and speed of the stick technique were extremely uncomfortable.

Dang! The swords and sticks intersected again. Zhou Huan swept across like an eagle for several feet. After landing, he lowered his eyes and saw that the blade of the hundred-refined steel was slightly bent, with cracks as fine as spider silk appearing on the side. If they continue to fight with this intensity,

I'm afraid that the steel sword will be completely destroyed within ten moves. Once the weapon is no longer close to you, how can your flesh and blood body withstand the heavy blows of the iron rod? Seeing that Shu is so close, is it so far away?

A sneer appeared on Yelu Di Lie's cold, rock-like face. If he could successfully destroy his opponent's steel knife, it would be like cutting off the claws of a lion and tiger, and he would be sure of victory. Now he swung his stick and rushed towards it, and layers of stick shadows fell down like mountains. There was absolutely no chance of victory.

Half sympathy.

At this moment, a horse galloped towards the sky in the distance, with a long red flag with yellow edges stuck behind it. The sound of wind and the sound of hoofbeats sounded. Xiao Chilang followed the sound and his pupils could not help but shrink.
Chapter completed!