It's a sand halberd! The sand halberd that is one of the six tribes of the Tang Dynasty! Then this white wolf head is Yuchi Zong, the leader of the Sand halberd! Today, his brass robe was replaced with silver-white, but his eyes and skills were recognized by Shi Gong Zhengyuan.

Yuchi Zong also guessed the other party's thoughts from his teacher Gong Zhengyuan's discolored face. He smiled slightly and let out a wolf roar from his throat. All the subordinates of the Sand Gallops became even more crazy. The wild beast side in everyone's heart began to burst out. All the subordinates of the Sand Gallops didn't care about their life and death at all. They rushed towards the warriors of the Rust Claw Guard, and even died together.

Shi Gong Zhengyuan looked around and a reality that made him even more frightened was that more and more sand halberd soldiers emerged from the vast snow, as if the snow was originally disguised by people. The sand halberd soldiers appeared from all directions gathered around the battle group like tides. Silver gradually became the main color in this battlefield, and the rust guards wearing blue battle robe were gradually diluted.

Being trapped! This is the first thought that Shi Gong Zhengyuan flashed through at this moment. These sand halberd soldiers had long been ambushed in the snow, in order to cut off the Liang army's retreat. Then the Han Dao Guard's raiding military camp may be a trap! No, we must escape as soon as possible and pass the news to Shaoning and the others!

Yuchi Zong's chain hammer did not intend to give Shi Gong Zhengyuan any chance to think or escape. He smiled and used a killer move, forcing Shi Gong Zhengyuan to protect himself. When the two of them fought for the first time, Shi Gong Zhengyuan knew that he was not his opponent. Even though he had worked hard in the past two years, as soon as he fought, the strength of the other party made him realize that the gap between them was still the same.

The spear in his hand was trapped by the chains, and the hammer was already coming towards him. Shi Gong Zhengyuan had no choice but to abandon the spear, dodge the hammer and pull out the sword with him. He stepped on the horse's head and stabbed it hard from the air. Yuchi Zong threw his body to the other side of the horse's back to avoid the attack, but Shi Gong Zhengyuan's purpose was not here. He threw the other party's body and the two rolled off the horse's back together.

Yuchi Zong punched Shi Gong Zhengyuan in the chest, and then he separated the two of them several feet apart. He stood up, moved his fists, and said, "After two years, I didn't expect to meet again. In the words of you Liang Dynasty, what is this called? Oh, by the way, fate! You think you are sure to win, but you are just playing with fire and burning yourself. Last time, you will escape. Today it will be my spoil!"

Shi Gong Zhengyuan rubbed his chest. The armor was no longer the same as before. Although the opponent punched hard, he was not seriously injured. He responded without hesitation: "Brother Tong has been dreaming several times and repeatedly asked me to kill his enemy for him. Unexpectedly, this day finally came. He has been waiting for two years. It is time to let you go down to the underworld to apologize!"

The blade was sharp and full of strength. The knife cut through the sky and intertwined with the chains, and violently rubbed out sparks of sparks. Both of them who had already fought were familiar with the opponent's attack and defense routines. One of them lowered the center of gravity and attacked all the way; the other one was light in shape, and attacked with all their strength without leaving a way out for themselves. Although Shi Gong Zhengyuan was fast enough, the chain hammer was tricked like a snake, threatening him with a sirloin. Once he was bitten, he would be seriously injured.

The two of them had a successful match during the dozens of rounds of back and forth, but because Yuchi Sect mainly defended on the spot, and Shi Gong Zhengyuan attacked back and forth, his physical strength was consumed significantly more than Yuchi Sect, and his breathing became heavier and heavier, and his figure gradually became slower.

"Are you tired? It's my turn when you are tired!" The words and sentences were thrown into the air. Yuchi Zong's iron hammer had already hit the place where Shi Gong Zhengyuan was standing. He flipped the sideways away from the hammer but could not avoid Yuchi Zong's iron fist. This time his fist hit his waist firmly. The corner flag on his waist suddenly flew into the air. Yuchi Zong smiled grimly and planned to give another blow, but unexpectedly, Master Gong Zhengyuan pulled out a flying knife from his ankle while landing on the ground and threw it out hard, cutting off half of the white wolf head on Yuchi Zong's helmet.

"The next time it's your head!" Shi Gong Zhengyuan had already felt the sweetness coming from his throat. He insisted that he did not let blood flow out from the corner of his mouth, but the pain in his waist was transmitted throughout his body.

Yuchi Zong stopped smiling, his face darkened, and his eyes became even colder. "I originally wanted to fight quickly and give you a quick victory, but now I have changed my mind!" Then, he blew a whistle, and immediately a large number of sand halberd soldiers broke out from the white land around him again.

Shi Gong Zhengyuan only saw that the blue army had been dispersed by the white enemy, and his robes were constantly falling down. Blood had gradually dyed the land red. Similarly, the white enemy was constantly being killed, but batches of new enemy troops emerged around him, and the number of people on his side was decreasing every moment.

"Your soldiers will eventually become dead bodies, let's break up first!" Before Yuchi Zong finished his harsh words, Shi Gong Zhengyuan had turned around and ran away. He immediately chased after him. Unexpectedly, Shi Gong Zhengyuan's body was still flexible. He thrust left and right, cleverly avoiding the sand halberd soldiers beside him. Yuchi Zong was a little angry and accelerated his pace and was determined to catch up.

After the two of them left the battle formation and ran for a distance, Yuchi Zong was only one person away from Shi Gong Zhengyuan. He suddenly threw out the hammer and wanted to take his life directly. When the hammer brushed Shi Gong Zhengyuan's helmet, his whole person suddenly disappeared, but Yuchi Zong didn't have time to stop. When he passed a pit, Shi Gong Zhengyuan jumped from the bottom of the pit and tore up Yuchi Zong's crotch with a knife.

It turned out that when Shi Gong Zhengyuan saw the sand halberd soldiers crawling out of the land, he had made plans in his mind. He pretended to escape and led him to the vicinity of the pit, and then jumped off. Yuchi Zong must not be able to stop. Just when he found that the pit was instinctively passing, Shi Gong Zhengyuan jumped up from the cave and took action.

Unexpectedly, this sword hit the weak point of Yuchi Zong's protection. The sword blade cut off the armor and cut a hole in the base of his thigh. At this moment, Yuchi Zong covered his crotch with his hands, but he still couldn't stop the blood from flowing out. He realized that he was fooled and was in anger. The flames ignited in his eyes could immediately turn Shi Gong Zhengyuan into ashes.

"Master, you can't be a master. You can go to the palace to be a eunuch in the future and serve you Khan King!" Shi Gong Zhengyuan wanted to arouse the other party's anger. Once Yuchi Zong gets angry, he will always reveal his flaws and find opportunities for himself and the soldiers of the Rust Guard.

"Woo!" Yuchi Zong raised his head and let out a long and fierce cry in the wilderness like a wolf. Shi Gong Zhengyuan knew something was wrong. When he turned around, he saw the sand halberd soldiers tilting their heads and shouting. He seemed to see the sand halberd soldiers turning into clay wolf. The creepy green light flashed in his eyes, and the eyes of the rust guard soldiers were completely hunting. The sand halberd soldiers fought with each other, even though they had several knifes in their bodies, they bit off the neck of the rust guard soldiers like a wolf. From now on, the rust guard soldiers were no longer facing the sand halberd soldiers but the crazy Cang wolf.

Yuchi Zong took off his helmet and immediately had long black hair messed up in the wind. He tore off the collar of his chest with bare hands, wrapped the wound back and forth with a cloth strip, tied it up hard, and let his chest be exposed in the wind. Perhaps the moment Yuchi Zong took off his helmet, the wind gradually became heavier, and the temperature soon dropped, and the wind rolled up the snow on the ground and rolled in the air. The snowflakes touched Yuchi Zong's hair, making him more like a wounded wolf.

Through Shi Gong Zhengyuan's pupils, Yuchi Zong walked towards him step by step. Every time he took a step, blood dripped, and the chain hammer in his hand dragged a strange trace on the snow. Shi Gong Zhengyuan's breathing became rapid, and the knife in his hand was tighter. He knew that the injured wolf was the most difficult to deal with.

When Yuchi Zong reached a few steps away, a ball of wind and snow blew by. In the blink of an eye, Shi Gong Zhengyuan disappeared. He panicked and followed the blood stains. He could see blood drops scattered around him. He lowered his body and walked carefully with the blood drops. But as he walked, he found that the blood drops were getting more and more. It seemed that Yuchi Zong's wound was cracked. Shi Gong Zhengyuan widened his eyes and didn't even dare to blink. Finally, when the wind reduced, he realized the enemy's direction. He suddenly turned around and saw blood flowing from the corner of Yuchi Zong's mouth, and the grim smile hung on his lips again.

Shi Gong Zhengyuan found that there was not a lot of blood drops where the place where Yuchi Zong stood. Instead, the closer he was to the place where he stood, the more blood drops. Following his sight, Shi Gong Zhengyuan saw that there was already a pool of blood under his feet. He subconsciously touched his waist with his hand, and the blood was covered with his palms.

It turned out that those blood drops were not from Yuchi Sect. It turned out that he had been tracking the traces of his blood drops, but... But when and when did he hurt himself? Why didn't he notice it at all? It was not until this moment that Shi Gong Zhengyuan felt his strength being pulled from his body. He poked his sword into the snow and wanted to rely on this fulcrum to maintain himself, but in the end things went against his wishes. As the blood continued to flow, he fell to the ground. He saw that his armor was cut through the hole along his waist. Every time he moved, blood overflowed from a circle of wounds.
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