The summer wind is blowing, bringing heat. The air is dull and it seems that even breathing has become difficult. Some low trees on the edge of the Gobi have their leaves rolled together, looking listless and about to fall asleep.

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But the people gathered here had their eyes widened and concentrated all their energy for fear of missing something.

The people gathered here include Han Chinese and Qiang people. The atmosphere is not very friendly and seems tense. At this time, all the people's attention is on the large venue surrounded by them.

A duel was about to begin. A tall and burly Huns, who looked like a bear, was sitting astride an equally powerful green horse.

He was wearing armor and was holding a thick mace in his hand. The longest thorn on the mace was half a foot long and shone with a faint light.

There is also some dull color on it, which seems to be the blood left behind after frequently killing enemies.

The tall war horses, bear-like warriors, and this thick mace with great visual impact bring unparalleled pressure to people.

Not to mention the fighting ability of the number one warrior among the Qiang tribe, just looking at this outfit gives people a feeling of being extremely untouchable.

He stared at Hua Xiong fiercely, with muscles all over his body bulging, as if he was a ferocious beast that had gathered all its strength and was ready to fight!

Hua Xiong was sitting on the Wuzui horse, holding a three-pointed two-edged sword in one hand. Looking at the first warrior of the Qiang people in front of him, his eyes were calm, but in his chest, there was a constant surge of fighting spirit.

The summer wind blows, and the mane of the black horse is swaying. Since the so-called first warrior of the Qiang people insists on coming to challenge me, and since the Qiang people admire the strong, then I can show off my bravery.

Bar!

He was about to start amplifying his moves. Sitting on the Wuzui horse, Hua Xiong held a knife in one hand, extended his left hand with his middle finger, and raised his fingers at the first warrior of the Qiang people.

"Come here!" Seeing this scornful movement, Dong Bala, the first warrior of the Qiang people, became furious.

This guy is so arrogant! How dare he be so contemptuous and look down on himself! Everyone who has fought against him has died, and the death of those who slighted him is even more miserable.

Hua Xiong is so arrogant and doesn't take himself seriously, so I'll smash his head to pieces this time!

When the mace in his hand hits his head, smashing his head to pieces and flying out his brains, he will regret his arrogance!

"Drink!" The man roared angrily, and slapped his horse hard. The pure white horse sat down, neighed, and immediately jumped out.

It was like a white shadow traveling through the air. The wind it brought caused Dongbala's beard and hair to fly around.

He smelled the bloody smell in the wind. He saw the so-called brave and invincible Hua Xiong's brain bursting out!

The Qiang people who were watching couldn't help but burst into excitement when they saw this scene, feeling extra energized. There was fanaticism in their eyes.

Waiting for their first warrior to kill the arrogant Han general next!

"Drive!" Hua Xiong shouted, and the black horse roared and started running. It was like a black whirlwind sweeping across the earth.

The wind blew Hua Xiong's scarlet cloak behind him, making a rustling noise. The two of them quickly approached, and the distance quickly shortened.

In an instant, we have met!

"Death!!" Dong Bala, the first warrior of the Qiang people, roared, like a ferocious beast roaring for filial piety. His eyes were scarlet, and his muscles were bulging like a horned dragon.

The thick mace in his hand carried huge force, split the air, and struck Hua Xiong hard with a sharp whistling sound!

With this blow, he used all his strength to kill Hua Xiong! This powerful and extremely ferocious blow made many people's eyelids jump and their hearts in their throats.

Hua Xiong's eyes were cold, neither sad nor happy, and he did not dodge or dodge. He held a three-pointed two-edged knife in both hands, and slashed hard at the first warrior of the Qiang people in front of him.

Generally speaking, when encountering someone using a stick, sledgehammer, or axe, few people would choose to confront them head-on.

Because these people were too powerful and too fierce, they would easily suffer losses in a head-on confrontation. Seeing that Hua Xiong was so entrusted and wanted to confront him head-on, Dong Bala showed a ferocious smile on his face.

He has never been afraid of anyone in a head-to-head confrontation. This is Hua Xiong's own death, but he can't blame himself!

"Bang!!" The next moment, a sound of gold and iron was heard. The sound was harsh. The three-pointed double-edged knife in Hua Xiong's hand had already hit the mace hard!

The powerful mace came into contact with the three-pointed two-edged sword in Hua Xiong's hand. After a moment of stalemate, it immediately hit the back!

At the same time, there was a crisp kacha sound. Dongbala's hands and wrists holding the mace turned back.

A strange angle was formed. But it turned out that it was Hua Xiong who used ten percent of his strength this time. As soon as the two met, Hua Xiong's huge strength was transmitted from the mace.

Just break this man's wrist! Under the extremely shocked and horrified gaze of Dongbala, the mace in his hand that had killed countless people flew upside down in front of his face!

He didn't even have time to dodge, and the mace had already hit his face! Bang! There was only a muffled sound, and the man's head exploded like a watermelon!

The key is that although his wrists were broken, his hands were still tightly holding the mace in his hands.

It looked like he was so upset that he took his own weapon and smashed his head into pieces.

Very violent and unimaginable.

"Plop!" Dongbala's headless corpse fell to the ground, twitched twice, and then stopped moving.

"The first warrior of the Qiang people? That's it?" Hua Xiong looked away from the dead Dongbala and held the knife with one hand.

His eyes swept over the Qiang people who were completely stupid, and he said this. Then he raised his voice, pointed the knife in his hand at these Qiang people, and said: "Which one of you is still dissatisfied? You think you can do it?"

You are very brave, can you come and challenge me? Then go ahead! I, Hua Xiong, all come on!" His voice was full of domineering, and combined with his invincible style of killing the first Qiang warrior with one sword, the Qiang people present were all stunned.

I was shaking and shivering.

These people who originally had other thoughts lowered their heads and did not dare to look at Hua Xiong.

Extremely frightened. Is this still a human being? Is this the devil coming to the world? Otherwise, how could he be so brave?!

"I would like to serve General Hua as my master!"

"We are willing to surrender..." After a short silence, under the gaze of Hua Xiong, the Qiang people who came here felt their legs were weak.

They unconsciously knelt down in front of Hua Xiong and chanted loudly, showing great respect. The wind blew and lifted the scarlet cloak behind Hua Xiong, making a rustling sound.

Hua Xiong sat quietly on his horse, accepting the kneeling worship of these Qiang people...

"Zilong, this white dragon colt is very good. It is a rare BMW horse, so I gave it to Zilong." Hua Xiong said with a smile on his face, looking at Zhao Yun.

This horse was a trophy that Hua Xiong obtained after killing the first warrior of the Qiang people. This horse was such a majestic horse that Hua Xiong naturally had no reason to let it go, so he took it back.

At this time, it was given to Zhao Yun.

"This time I led the troops back, but Zilong stayed in Xiliang to garrison. Xiliang is vast, windy and sandy, and it takes a lot of hard work. With such a war horse here, Zilong can kill the enemy better and protect one side."

Peace." Hua Xiong said, handing the reins to Zhao Yun.

This white horse is a very majestic horse. Not only does it look majestic, but after testing, its endurance and speed are all top-notch.

It is slightly inferior to Hua Xiong's Wuzui horse. It is basically on the same level as Lu Bu's Red Rabbit horse, at the same level.

At this time, he gave it to Zhao Yun. When Zhao Yun saw this, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. He reached out and took the reins from Hua Xiong's hand. His eyes fell on the horse and could no longer move away.

In fact, Zhao Yun has been jealous of this war horse for a while. Ever since he learned that Hua Xiong got such a good horse, Zhao Yun was extremely excited.

A BMW matches a hero. A top-notch horse is even more attractive to heroes than a stunning woman.

Moreover, Zhao Yun also liked the color white. This war horse happened to be white. But Zhao Yun did not show it.

He knows that many people like such war horses. Lord Hua Xiong has many powerful generals here, and there are many who came earlier than him.

Not to mention Gao Shun and Yu Jin in Hanzhong, Xu Chu and Xu Rong here in Xiliang are not comparable to him.

He felt that this top-notch war horse would most likely fall into the hands of Xu Chu. Xu Chu was a powerful general. He had been following his lord for a long time, and he also served as the commander of the bodyguard beside him... All the conditions showed that

, this horse will most likely fall into the hands of Xu Chu.

But in the end, who would have thought that the lord would actually give such a BMW to himself! Zhao Yun was surprised and happy.

"Thank you, lord! Zhao Yun will definitely not disappoint my lord! For one day in Xiliang, under the leadership of General Xu, I will protect Xiliang for one day and protect the trade! Anyone who wants to cause chaos must ask me.

A silver spear will do!" Zhao Yun saluted Hua Xiong solemnly and said loudly.

This is his promise, and it is also what he will try his best to do in the future! Hua Xiong clenched his fist and punched Zhao Yun's chest and armor.

"Don't force yourself when you are in danger, your life is the priority!"

"Here!" Zhao Yun's eyes burned, and he immediately straightened up and responded loudly. But he had secretly made up his mind that even if he tried his best, he would never allow rebellion to occur in Xiliang!

We must destroy all those who dare to cause trouble! This is the promise made by Zhao Yun! ... The night is quiet and the silver moon hangs high.

The bonfire danced silently, and the insects chirped softly. Wang Yi, who had restored his daughter's clothes, bit his red lips secretly, reached out and opened Hua Xiong's tent...
Chapter completed!