The other party had more than a dozen Mo swords surrounded him, no matter how brave Su Bu was, he would be difficult to get out without having to put his wings on his back!

However, Su Bu did not hesitate at all, without restraint of the horse's hooves, his body arched slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the spear in his hand slightly tilted downward. At this moment, he was a tense bowstring, and the spear in his hand was the arrow on the string. The target of the arrow was the leader of the Modao Square, Yang Wudi, the Thousand People Camp.

Yang Xiu was somewhat surprised and was slightly surprised. The sword in his hand had never shifted. He said, "Although he admired your courage to win and try, for personal pride, he would not be very careful about the overall gains and losses of the battlefield. If he chose the opponent that was the most unlikely to defeat, he would be a bit foolish."

Su Bu continued to run wildly. The distance between the twenty or thirty steps seemed to run twenty or thirty miles in one breath. His dark face turned red and he was still silent.

He finally handed out the shot, calm and restrained, looking plain and unpretentious, and did not have the momentum of killing one blow. In fact, there was no subsequent change in this shot. The moves and momentum seemed to have not reached its peak. It seemed that the distance between the twenty or thirty steps was too short, not enough for the horse to run to the fastest speed, so it did not have the greatest strength.

Is this really the case? Yang Xiu dared not assert it. But he has always used his sword rigorously, whether it is a master who has experienced many battles or a young bird who has just climbed the horseback, because only in this way can he feel worthy of his sword. Even though he is holding a wooden knife at this moment!

But when his wooden Mo knife touched the spear, Yang Xiu still felt that he underestimated this young man! There was a hidden force on the gun, and it was instantly transmitted from the tip of the knife to his arms. His arms immediately became numb and weak, and even the Mo knife could not be grasped.

This breath is crazy and disorderly, unlike any orthodox method of qi cultivation that can be cultivated. It seems that this young man used to accidentally release the breath in his body. This most primitive method of qi circulation not only has extremely low efficiency in utilizing internal breath, but also has great damage to the meridians.

Just when Subu was about to get ahead and kill the enemy in one fell swoop.

Yang Xiu suddenly shouted violently, suppressing the crazy aura in his body, then raising his energy and gathering his strength to raise his sword and swing it in one go. Unlike Su Bu's wild way of qi-driven method, which takes some time to gather energy to exert a slight power, Yang Xiu is an introductory disciple of the Yuhuang Sect, who possesses two unique skills: Qingniu Xuan Gong and Lingser Recovery Method. At this time, the method of adding energy to the two arms is just the basic luck gate in the sect, but compared with that wild way, it is still a thousand times better.

So Yang Xiu made the knife very quickly, very strong, and extremely strong!

If that knife was not lost, it would be almost perfect. But Su Bu didn't know what method he used, but he actually avoided the miserable end of being knocked off by Mo Dao. He ran a distance of four or five horses, then rode his horse and turned around, and still used local methods to gather energy.

Yang Xiu admired the boy's stubbornness from the bottom of his heart, so he had to deal with him as soon as possible!

With his strength, there are at least seven or eight ways to knock down Subu, but he chose the most direct way to take the knife!

Yang Xiu guessed that Su Bu had never practiced any orthodox martial arts. This way of holding his breath and getting out a gun was discovered occasionally when he dived into the river and pricked the slippery fish. Since then, he has been able to imagine that this special earth-silly method has been practiced by him every day, and he has been constantly improving and changing every day. Although he still only used one or two effects in one breath, as his strength increases, it actually has considerable power.

Moreover, Su Bu's wild way of qi cultivation has a secret!

The sword that Yang Xiu had slashed with true power was not lost, and the second shot that Su Bu handed out was not lost. The spear and the sword were intertwined, and Yang Xiu sent out three true energy in succession, while Su Bu still rushed forward with a domineering and unreasonable aura.

In the eyes of others, it was just that the two of them had a little rest after the collision of weapons, and they separated, and no one used the second move in this gap. In fact, the situation was ten times more dangerous than the surface. Yang Xiu's three auras were ultimately the tyranny of the right way, one was stronger than the other. Usually, even opponents with equal skills would be unable to withstand it because they were not careful.

So when fighting against opponents of this level and the opponent's internal breath cultivation was almost ten years earlier than him, it was so amazing and strange that it could still break a crack at the end of the opponent's weapon.

Especially the way to promote qi is to be verified by many masters of the world that cannot achieve ideal results, which is even more incredible!

Yang Xiu, who originally thought that this attack must be his victory or defeat, was shocked for the second time. The thickness of the qi in the boy's body was superimposed many times. In just two fights, the distance between only a dozen breaths had increased six or seven times.

"Come again!"

Su Bu wiped off some blood from the corner of his mouth. The thick painted cloth wrapped in the spear had already fallen off during the collision, revealing the wooden spear tip, and the tip of the spear tip was faintly emitting a faint white air. After his originally dark and childish face turned red, it gradually turned blue and purple, as if it could be bursting with the aura of frenzy like a waterfall and a flood at any time. Only those eyes seemed even more brilliant at this moment.

Yang Xiu had become a little numb about the continuous "surprise" brought by the boy. Even the boy's internal energy was so rapid that he seemed to have touched the profound realm of the threshold for breathing in the blink of an eye, and he felt that he was no longer surprised.

"Little brother! My name is Yang Xiu, and I am the captain of the Thousand People Camp. Do you want to come to the Modao Team..."

Yang Xiu liked this young man very much. Although he happened to be there when the young man was applying for the scout when he first came to apply for the scout and had seen his poor combat ability after putting down his spear, he still wanted to make an exception to recruit this person into the Thousand People Camp.

"I'll say it if you win!" Every time you say a word, a trace of breath leaked from your mouth and nose, so Su Bu, who was not smart at first, cherishes his words like gold.

Of course, no matter how reserved a person is, he is not as good as real gold! Su Bu thought of it secretly.

Yang Xiu laughed, still maintaining the posture of Mo Dao pointing in front of him, and said casually: "This is easy to deal with, one word is determined!" As soon as the word "Ding" came out, five snow-white auras as thick as hemp ropes appeared on the wooden Mo Dao's blade. The little snake hovered on the long Mo Dao, and the snake swallowed the elephant!

You have touched the threshold for breath to spread? But I have been in the house for three or five years!

The two of them not only have differences in their realms, but the energy in Subu's body seems to be thick, but in fact it is a flash in the pan. After all, it is just a moment of beauty. How can they defeat Yang Xiu's deep and continuous internal strength as deep as the surging rivers?

The only thing that can be taken out to compete with Yang Wudi is the brute force that goes forward and never turns back after hitting the south wall.

Yang Xiu wanted to end this fight as soon as possible, in addition to the selfish intention of recruiting Su Bu into the Thousand People's Modao Camp, another reason was that he was worried that the longer the fight between the cavalry and stance lasted, the greater the damage to Su Bu's meridians. Although most of the damage to the meridians of the martial arts can be repaired through the intervention of elixirs or external forces, almost every family has more or less a few former geniuses. They are eager to achieve success in their practice, resulting in excessive breathing and overdrawing their own meridians. There is no hope of reaching the best level of Qi training in this life.

Of course, he didn't want such a good seedling that can be achieved through a poor wild practice, and finally hit him in his hands. He wasted in vain and would be a good seed for a enemy of thousands of people in the future.

The white aura of five spirit snakes on the Modao became thicker and thicker, and now it had grown to the same thickness as an adult man's arm. In contrast, the tip of Subu's spear was only slightly richer and the two were determined.

This time, no miracle happened again on Subu's body. Before the weapons had clashed, the white snake composed of five strong auras had eaten up all the breath above the spear. In fact, this hand used the method of swallowing air to a certain extent, reducing the pressure of breath in Subu's body. Although Subu still did not open his mouth to breathe, the feeling of depression in his chest was really reduced a little.

So Subu had the capital to "repay kindness and revenge". With the help of this "respite" and recovered slightly, he sent out several sloppy shots that were already stubborn.

The Mo Dao in Yang Xiu's hand wandered freely like a big book, easily resolving several shots that could be considered tricky and fierce. Then the Mo Dao's blade slightly deflected and slashed towards Subu's neck, which had tried all his strength and no longer had any chance of resistance.

Mo Dao suddenly paused and did not knock Subu off the horse, who had exhausted his strength to the extreme.

Could it be a touching scene where the two heroes show mercy, and the two heroes appreciate each other and abandon their past grudges and become better after all?

Unfortunately, there was an annoying guy in this picture. He took off the cold light armor of the cavalry and put on the standard clothes of ordinary infantrymen, without bows and arrows or sabers. He hugged Yang Xiu tightly, with a wooden dagger soaked in his hand, and was now impatient with it and stabbing it on the back of the man in his arms.

Yang Xiu's entire back was almost dyed with red water paint, like blood, with a shocking tragic tragic feeling. He twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly and found that his throat was slightly astringent. "If life and death are fought on the battlefield, you quietly attacked unexpectedly. The first knife smeared my neck and destroyed my spine, and cut off my follow-up movements. Then the second knife pierced into the dantian and destroyed the place where the breath gathered. I had no possibility of resistance. At the beginning of the third knife, you first stabbed the heart, stabbed all the organs everywhere, and then pierced the big acupoints that were wandering with blood. Finally, I even pierced many strange meridian acupoints. Even if I was reincarnated as a banish immortal, I should be damn clear, right?"

"Not every cavalry can stab a high-ranking official at the lieutenant level with a chance. Since you have such a chance, of course you have to stab it enough! Otherwise, how can you have the capital to brag about in the future? Just be gentle, you will endure it and pass it. There are eleven swords that are enough to count one hundred, and you can't lose all your efforts!"

As expected, Li Kuang kept his word. From the beginning of hugging Yang Xiu, he used his knife to count while counting. Without a moment of stopping, he stabbed another eleven times, making up enough of an integer of 100.

Although it was a wooden knife and just a symbolic light click, Yang Xiu couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth every time he was stabbed. The pain was different, but his old face was pulled to the ground and he kept stepping on it.

There are only more than a thousand people in the three prefectures of Yanlong that are qualified and capable of taking Modao. As Yang Xiu, who is known as Yang Wudi of Yanlong Infantry, is the leader of more than a thousand people.

But now there are people who are making trouble on Tai Sui's head, and this Tai Sui cannot kill this dung be killed under the constraints of the military rules of martial arts. They can only be obedient and have no temper.

Subu used his remaining strength to throw out the saber at his waist and shot the big flag-wood pole at the formation eye. Unfortunately, Subu used his strength to do so, but unfortunately the saber was just made of wood, so he only stabbed into the flag-pole for three points without breaking it. Subu himself was exhausted both physically and mentally, and actually fell on the horse's back and fell asleep.

Yang Xiu looked around and saw that the broken wreckage of the wooden gun Mo sword within a hundred feet was shocking. Although no one was seriously injured and killed in martial arts performance, several war horses encountered the hard dots in Mo sword and were smashed by the long wooden sword to break the limbs. Except for Su Bu, the light cavalry team with a total of thirty cavalry, only Li Kuang, who was holding the "trophy", had the remaining power of fighting. The rest of the robes were sacrificed to create enough for Li Kuang to attack in a messy waters.

Of course, the Modao Team has the disadvantage of fighting under the horse's back. Usually, it can block two cavalry with one knife, but in actual combat, the situation changes rapidly, so what is the reason to say? Therefore, the damage to the Modao Team is far above the cavalry.

"You have mediocre internal strength, but your body is good at hiding your breath, and your mind is even more intelligent. Ordinary Modao Powers may not be so easy to win when facing you. Do you still have to fight again?" Yang Xiu put away the wooden Modao withdrew from the cracked tip of the knife and followed the rules of being killed.

Li Kuang looked around the battlefield, but he saw more. The main cavalry of Duwei Lu Dechu was the only burly and majestic middle-aged man, surrounded by nearly thirty rifles and soldiers, and was at the end of the iron crossbow. The right-wing cavalry had seven or eight cavalry left, but they were killed by horses, swords, axes and archers, and could only wander around the periphery of the infantry. From time to time, there were even knights with bad luck being picked by the archers in the infantry and shot them down with an arrow.

My own left-wing cavalry has been wiped out!
Chapter completed!