Everyone was stunned and looked at Bai Song stupidly.
Bai Song also frowned, gritted his teeth and muttered silently: "This is a feint! A feint! It's a false move, it's a false move, it's a real move, it's unexpected! Come with the second sword!"
The same action, the same moves, the same as when Jian Shisan demonstrated last night, the second sword shot!
Another piece of ground turf has been cut off!
But still nothing happened.
"Hahaha...boy, are you dancing?"
Prince Jieli laughed.
"A feint! The second move is still a feint!" Bai Song was a little anxious, but silently warned himself not to mess up his position. It's normal to be unfamiliar with the moves!
"The third move is the actual move, sword energy, you use it for me!"
When the third sword fell, Prince Jieli's laughter suddenly stopped. An invisible energy swept across the turf, and grass clippings flew straight towards Prince Jieli.
Prince Jieli's pupils shrank and he blocked the sword. The invisible sword energy hit the blade with a muffled sound. Prince Jieli stepped back several steps and almost dropped the scimitar in his hand.
The Turkic people who were watching took a breath. Who among the ethnic groups living in the grassland had ever seen the magical effect of the Central Plains warriors releasing their inner strength? They only felt that there was something magical in it.
Bai Song exhaled and looked at Prince Jieli provocatively: "Why don't you laugh?"
At the edge of the crowd, Qing'er mingled with the crowd of Aji tribe. When she saw Bai Song slicing the air with his sword and flying out of anger, she couldn't help but whisper: "Okay!"
When the battle started, Jian Shisan returned to Qing'er silently, but slowly shook his head after Qing'er shouted.
Qing'er looked at Jian Shisan and asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's too early to cheer."
"The way of sword energy that Mr. Bai has mastered, based on the knowledge of the Turks, there is no way he can be his opponent!"
"Don't underestimate the Turks. Bai Song's sword only has form and no intention. If the intention is not moved, it cannot move! If he can understand the power of a sword, he can cut rivers and seas! At the moment, the power of the sword energy is not enough.
One or two.”
Cutting off rivers and seas?
Qing'er looked at Jian Shisan and then at Bai Song in the field. She felt how could Mr. Bai have such strength? Even Jian Shisan was far from capable. He just regarded it as an overly popular joke.
In the field——
After Prince Jieli stood firm, there was a little sweat on his forehead. He shook his head from side to side, squatted down, and pulled out the short knife given to him by A Ling from his boots.
With two scimitars, one long and one short, Prince Jieli made a serious stance.
"Boy, are you familiar with this knife?"
Bai Song frowned slightly and sneered: "Change your sword before the battle. If there is something wrong with this sword, aren't you afraid of being poisoned in the duel? It's better to use less of the sword that others have to give you."
"Hmph! If I am just that little girl playing tricks! In a duel, whoever dares to use despicable means to win will become the object of contempt by the Turks! You, a foreigner, don't know such a simple truth, right?"
"So there is such a thing!"
After Bai Song responded, he faced him with his sword. He seemed calm and calm on the surface, but in fact he was hesitant in his heart.
The previous two swords failed, but the sword energy of the third sword worked. Bai Song himself didn't know why such a situation occurred?
Because I didn't know what to do, I didn't dare to make a desperate move.
The two met in close combat. Bai Song had no moves, but he had experience in fighting on the grassland. With the blessing of internal strength, his perception was more acute. When facing the enemy, he relied on his instinctive reaction to fight with Prince Jieli for more than ten rounds.
Prince Jieli's long and short swords were intertwined, and his movements were skillful. Not only did he have the courage of the Turks, his sharp reflexes were also far superior to other Turks.
The duel became more and more fierce, and the zhenqi in the body seemed to feel the boiling of Bai Song's blood. The pale zhenqi disappeared and appeared, becoming Bai Song's biggest support.
With the blessing of internal strength, even in terms of strength, Bai Song does not lose to his opponent.
No matter what, Bai Song was still at a disadvantage. The opponent was the strongest warrior of the Turks after all. After ten rounds, Bai Song was at a disadvantage. He had a knife wound on his shoulder and a bunch of hair was removed.
It was not possible to continue like this. Bai Song retreated a distance and assumed the same posture as before, trying to use his sword energy to control the distance and avoid a head-on fight with him.
But three swords were fired in a row, and no sword energy appeared again. Prince Jieli was already close to him. Bai Song gritted his teeth and could only give up the idea.
The most taboo thing when facing an enemy in battle is hesitation.
Bai Song deliberately avoided it, but he couldn't figure out why his sword energy was working sometimes and not working, and he didn't know whether to fight or pull.
"Not good! He has already begun to deny himself!"
On the side, Jian Shisan suddenly became serious, and his hand was already on the hilt of the sword.
Qing'er suddenly became nervous when she saw this action.
With the strength of Jian Shisan, he made this move to be ready to take action at any time, proving that Bai Song's life was in danger!
As expected, Prince Jieli suddenly put away his knife and used his foot. Bai Song couldn't react in time and was kicked into his lower abdomen.
In an instant, a ball of white flame ignited in Bai Song's lower abdomen, which was the active protector of the internal force. The stronger the true energy reaction, the greater the impact he received. Even with true energy protecting the body, it was impossible to completely offset the damage.
In mid-air, Bai Song spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards, hitting Qing'er's direction like a cannonball!
With a bang, Bai Song bumped into the crowd, knocking over a dozen or twenty Turks and falling in front of Qing'er.
Bai Song finally realized the power of the first Turkic warrior. This kick almost caused him to fall into coma in the air. After he landed, his stomach was filled with turmoil. The last mouthful of blood he had not vomited out, and the fishy lick in his heart surged up, and he fell to the ground again.
I spit out a mouthful of blood, and bloodshot eyes began to ooze from my eyes, ears, and nose!
The crowd was excited, and a large number of Turks cheered together, all looking forward to the moment of victory of the orthodox Turks.
The warriors of the Aji clan looked pale and worried about the safety of their clan leader.
Qing'er's tears were already streaming down her face. Her legs were so weak that she almost fell to her knees. Seeing Mr. Bai's face covered with blood, her voice trembled: "I... we... we admit defeat, let's not fight anymore!"
Bai Song spat and raised his hand suddenly: "It's up to me to admit defeat or not!"
Although he was injured due to vomiting blood, this kick actually aroused the fierceness in Bai Song's heart.
He saw Qing'er, also saw Jian Shisan, and at the same time saw Jian Shisan's hand on the hilt of the sword, and said coldly: "I don't need your help!"
After that, he quickly returned to the lawn.
Prince Jieli was very proud of himself. Now that he was fighting Bai Song, he had already seen through Bai Song's approach.
This Bai Song has energy in his body, which should be what the warriors from the Central Plains call internal strength. However, Bai Song's moves are clumsy and they are all aggressive and aggressive, so there is nothing to be afraid of.
In his opinion, Bai Song could not win no matter what.
"Boy, why don't you give up? If you admit defeat now and behave like a dog to me from now on, maybe I can spare your life. If you continue, you will only die a worse death!"
Bai Song held back his energy and tried to attack with his sword energy, but at this critical moment, the sword energy still didn't work!
Bai Song was angry, vomited a mouthful of blood foam, and cursed: "Damn it!"
Then he rushed towards Prince Jieli with his sword in hand.
Bai Song figured it out. He shouldn't be restrained by any sword moves. Now, in his hands, the internal energy in his body is eager to erupt like boiling magma, making Bai Song feel that his body is stronger than before. Instead of constantly trying sword energy that he is not familiar with at all.
, it’s better to confront him head-on!
The swords collided again. This time, Bai Song held the handle with both hands, leaned forward, and pressed down, shouting: "Back off, I!"
With a loud shout, Bai Song's body flashed with a layer of white light, shining like a comet, and a wave of air swept across the lawn, causing the Turkic audience to take a step back.
I still remember the first sword collision, Prince Jieli easily forced Bai Song back more than ten steps!
But this time, Prince Jieli's eyes widened in astonishment. At the moment when the swords collided, he trembled slightly as he stepped back with force, and his body retreated uncontrollably...
One step...two steps...three steps...
The swords did not separate, and dazzling fire emitted from the collision point. Bai Song's downward pressure continued unabated, pressing step by step, forcing Prince Jieli to retreat in front of his own people, and was about to be forced out of the venue.
Prince Jieli gritted his teeth. He had to admit that this was a rare opponent in his life. This boy was far more difficult to deal with than those generals of the Tang Army. The power he unleashed was not at all for such a petite body!
There was no sound in the scene, and everyone was speechless.
No one could have imagined that the first Turkic warrior would lose in strength to a Han boy.
The crowd dispersed, leaving enough space for the two of them. Prince Jieli was instantly forced to retreat outside the venue, unable to find any chance to counterattack.
Prince Jieli was sweating profusely. He didn't know how to break the situation for a while. He gritted his teeth tightly, his teeth were almost broken, and his mouth was full of blood. He tried his best but still couldn't stop Bai Song's forward thrust.
Behind is a big locust tree, there is no retreat!
"Boy, this is enough!"
Prince Jieli roared at the top of his voice, raised his right leg, stepped on the branch of the old locust tree, and his retreat stopped abruptly!
There was another roaring sound, and the old locust tree, which was about to be hugged by several people, broke its waist and fell towards Qujiang Pond on one side!
At the same time, there was another crisp sound!
A ray of silver light flashed across Bai Song's face, leaving a trace of blood, and his sword broke!
"Good opportunity!"
Prince Jieli was overjoyed, secretly saying that there is no perfect way to go!
Bai Song was holding a broken sword and was stunned for a moment. Who could have imagined that such a scene would happen?
At this moment, Prince Jieli inserted the dagger in his left hand into Bai Song's side, and blood spattered instantly!
Bai Song's eyes turned white and he fainted with blood again.
At the moment of life and death, instinct took control of fate. Bai Song subconsciously punched Prince Jieli on the hand.
As soon as Prince Jieli's hand was released, Bai Song took the opportunity to retreat more than ten meters and returned to the center of the field. He squatted down, took a deep breath, and then pulled out the short knife from his waist!
"Mr. Bai!" Qing'er cried beside her, and she collapsed on the ground.
Jian Shisan's palms were soaked with sweat, and he took a step forward, ready to take action.
At this time, Bai Song was holding the short sword that had been with him for a year, feeling extremely friendly. A thought flashed through his mind, and the true energy smeared on the blade like thick ink, and he slashed down in an instant, and the wind swept away the remaining clouds in an instant!