In the face of his brother's questioning, Ensord has hundreds of ways to answer, he can explain and ask for cooperation. As far as he knows, although his fourth brother is irritable, he is definitely not a person who is ignorant. As long as he puts down his posture and speaks kindly, the other party has no reason to cause trouble for him at such a dangerous moment... But that is not the way for the grassland people to solve problems. Showing weakness means having some concerns; defending means having some plans. A true leader will not show his ideas to others so easily. Being strong does not mean being arbitrary, but is forced to solve the problem as quickly and smoothly.

"I don't have time to explain to you now, brother." Bai Lang directly pulled out the scimitar on his waist and put it on his flat left arm. This is a very traditional swordsmanship posture.

The son of the wolf lord with two beards immediately understood Ensord's thoughts, and his lips, which were so mean because of his thinness, were immediately raised upwards. However, this did not mean that he was angry. On the contrary, the top warrior in the tribe was even a little happy. The grassland respected the strong, because only the strong could lead his followers to survive in a harsh environment. In order to show this pleasure, he also put on the same posture as the white wolf. The two brothers slowly approached next to the pillar of fire that soared into the sky, "Don't waste time. How about three moves?"

If it was normal, let alone three moves, it was something that Ensord could not even think of to knock down this brother within thirty moves. However, now his heavy responsibility is on his shoulders. Since the old shaman handed him over the task of rectifying his tribe before entering the flames, he had to face all the difficulties that hindered him. So the white wolf pulled off the wolf-skin cloak on his body and breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, come on."

Let's say it, the scimitar is already slashing towards him with a low roar! Three moves mean that they have no chance to test each other, nor have the chance to consume the opponent's physical strength to expect the opponent to have omissions. Three moves, if you want to win, you have to abandon all the defensives and defeat the opponent with the fastest offensive! Both of them know this, so when the elder brother's blade approaches, the white wolf's blade is already waiting for it on the trajectory.

"Clang!" The blade hit the blade. The scimitar is not a weapon that is good at defending. Bailang must use his hands to barely block this attack. He knew very well that in terms of speed, he could not compare to his brother, so if he wanted to win, he could only grasp the opponent's move when he used old. "Squeak!" The scimitars rubbing against each other splashed sparks. That was Ensord trying to swing the opponent's weapon against the arc of the scimitar itself and let his blade slide into the opponent's chest. The plan was good. But he forgot what his brother's other hand was doing when he defended the blade with both hands against the one hand.

"Um!" The wrist hurts as if it was clamped by iron clamps. Legend has it that his brother could crush the enemy's skull with his bare hands. This is somewhat exaggerated, but the wrists that were clamped cannot move at all. If they can't move, they simply don't move! Bailang gritted his teeth lightly, stepped forward with his right foot, and handed the weapon to his left hand. He relied on the opponent's wrist to death as the fulcrum. The scimitar turned from behind and drew an arc and cut it over! This knife was a bet. The blade that was nearly 360 degrees would give him a chance to swing. However, when one hand was firmly holding him, his brother couldn't adjust his posture. If it was not easy to adjust, the speed would be slow. If it was slow, there would be a chance!

Bailang's plan was successful. Xiaowang did not expect that his brother would hand the weapon so decisively to his left hand when he was captured with his hands, but Bailang's success was only halfway. Because of the response, it has always been a compulsory course for excellent warriors. After a long battle formation, the body will react faster than the brain to the cracking method of the current situation. The circle was not finished after all, and the blade faced the blade. One of the two sides relied on inertia and the other relied on strength. The intersection point directly slid from the middle of the scimitar to the upper hand guard. The same was due to subconscious reaction, they both chose to press down their weapons at this time, trying to cut off their opponent's fingers. The result of this was that the two weapons were at the same time during the pressing down, and their hands were forward and tightly clamped with the opponent!

This confrontation seems to have entered the stage of power competition. Neither side of the fight is a warrior who is good at power, but wrestling is not unfamiliar with them. It is a traditional sports event on the grassland.

"Think about it now, I have never fallen seriously with you once." Bai Lang's brother licked his lips and pressed Bai Lang's right hand down with force. He was inevitably subjected to resistance in the process.

"You and I are nearly ten years apart. By the time I can fall, you are already fighting for your father. Besides, I rarely walk with my brothers." Ensord replied gritting his teeth.

"I know." Surprisingly, his brother did not choose to ridicule or provoke the white wolf. His expression was quite blurred under the light of the fire. "I know a little guy who was excluded went to guard the market alone. My father once told me that under his care, the order and profit of the market were far better than before. He was very happy about it."

Words are not bad things. If Bailang usually heard this brother who is very famous among the tribes, he might have a completely different impression of this person. Moreover, the other party also mentioned their father, the person who was a little confused to Ensord. His heart was a little confused. When his heart was confused, his strength dissipated and his whole body was pressed backwards. If he hadn't realized this in time and stabilized his body, he might have been knocked to the ground. However, if this was the other party's strategy, it would have been not entirely true. There was no need to lie like this at this time.

"Then he must also be watching in the sky at this moment. I will make him proud." Ensord's words seemed to be saying to the other party, or to himself. He roared in a low voice, and began to compete with his brother in the confrontation of strength. Bailang's actions changed his brother's eyes. This time, it was Bailang's turn to seize the opportunity.

Power can no longer be produced in nothingness. No matter how strong a person's muscles are, no matter how strong he has no land to stand, his strength cannot be used. Therefore, when he is shaking, his feet will only be fixed on the ground like roots. This is the source of strength and the cornerstone. Ensord seized the opportunity, and the subtle ups and downs of the two people's strength in this flash, he was able to lift his right foot, reverse his feet and hook his left leg to the other party's left leg! The foundation was broken, and the bearded's power immediately lost to 10% of the white wolf, and his body could not suppress the reversal of the position of the two people. And because of the change in positions of the two during the battle, there was a fire behind him.

Seeing that the beard was about to fall into the flames, Ensord subconsciously reached out and grabbed the other party's clothes. However, this grab was used by the other party. The fourth son grabbed his wrist with his backhand and used his weight to make the white wolf lose balance. The positions of the two suddenly reversed. Ensord was immediately knocked down, and his chest was pressed against the opponent's knees and could not move.

"You lost." The fourth son of the wolf master said condescendingly. Ensord, who was trampled on the ground, could not refute this. He may have a chance to win, but he gave up the opportunity himself. You can't expect everyone to repay your kindness. This is the case in this world. In winter, you feed a wolf that is about to starve to death, and in spring, it will take the wolves to bite your sheep to death with the wolves.

"I lost." The air in my chest was exhaled, and the white wolf seemed to be relieved all of a sudden. His mind calmed down. Although the flames were next to the top of his head, his brain was extremely calm now. What was he doing? The people who killed each other, the threat of Alai's, and the request of the old shaman, all of this was not real, like a nightmare. Well, it was time to wake up from this nightmare.

But he didn't wait for the blow to be liberated. On the contrary, after his chest became lighter, he raised his head and saw his brother kneeling in front of him on one knee.

"Three moves have passed, and within three moves, you will win. I am willing to accept the loss. I understand this indiscriminately, my people and my sword fought for you. Now is not the time to open up the territory. In terms of guarding and maintaining, you are the most suitable candidate at this time."
Chapter completed!