In the crowd, Jian Shisan was horrified and couldn't help but take a step forward. Looking at the sword on his waist again, he clearly had no intention of drawing the sword, but this famous sword that had created a great reputation in the world seemed to sense the air.
The sword intention that seemed to be there but not at all, actually made me feel eager to try out of control, and the scabbard trembled softly in response!
Bai Song had no idea what had happened. The same moves, the same movements, the sword in his hand was replaced by a knife, but the aura was completely different.
When the sword fell, the wind blew through the grass, and the clouds in the sky moved. The internal force that came out with the sword was no longer an invisible force, but transformed into a vast expanse, with mountains roaring and tsunamis changing forms, shrouding Prince Jieli.
The turf on the ground rolled back and dirt flew everywhere. The spectators around him quickly retreated, leaving only Prince Jieli to block this shocking sword attack alone.
Prince Jieli had never seen such a spectacle in his life. The invisible energy transformed into a mountain torrent, sometimes into a tsunami, like thousands of troops, and like a mountain pressing down on top. Before the energy came, he already felt the suffocating pressure.
.
At this moment, Prince Jieli can no longer avoid it!
"I am the first warrior of the Turks!"
Prince Jieli roared at the top of his lungs. Faced with the energy of a mountain torrent, he actually inserted his scimitar into the soil, folded his hands around his chest, and the veins all over his body popped out, and his restrained muscles swelled instantly...
At the same time, energy surged in.
No sound was made, but everyone felt the ground shake slightly, and the strange shadows transformed by Bai Song's sword disappeared instantly when they hit Prince Jieli's body.
Prince Jieli took a step back and dug his right foot deeply into the soil, but his body didn't seem to be hurt much.
"Hahaha...I am invulnerable, and you are so insignificant..." Prince Jieli was feeling proud, but suddenly his expression changed slightly, his body sank slightly, and blood started to flow from the corners of his mouth.
"Idiot!" Jian Shisan sneered and explained to Qing'er softly, "The physical strength of the Turks is unparalleled in the world, but the attack of the sword energy not only externalizes their actions, but also seriously injures the inner government. The Turks are endless in internal strength, and the Bai Song Dynasty
This move will give him no chance of victory."
Qing'er wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and Ren couldn't believe it: "Mr. Bai...he won?"
Jian Shisan nodded solemnly: "We won."
As he spoke, he looked at his sword again and frowned slowly.
It was obviously a sword, but why was there a sword intent in that sword move? What kind of moves did this kid understand?
At this moment, Bai Song didn't care about Prince Jieli's words at all. At this moment, he was in a wonderful perception.
The momentum of that knife was like a rainbow, and the anger and pain all over his body seemed to have found an outlet. After the knife, he felt indescribably hearty, and his whole body was penetrated. Without thinking, he swept across with another knife!
For the second time, the zhenqi turned into a sword shadow. Before Prince Jieli could react, the zhenqi hit his arms again. His whole body was blown away like a cannonball, and he was spitting out bright red in the air.
The Turks have earth-colored faces, and their first warrior is helpless in front of the entire Han people. His moves that cannot be explained by common sense are like gods.
Fortunately, Prince Jieli's body was strong enough and he could still breathe.
By the lake more than 20 meters away, Prince Jieli staggered up. After these two blows, all his arrogance was shattered. Between life and death, he used his last bit of strength to kneel on the ground and shouted three words:
"I give up!"
"Admit defeat!"
"The prince has given up!"
In the dull crowd, the three words from the prince's mouth were like a drop of water dripping into the oil pan, boiling instantly.
The prince admits defeat!
The first Turkic warrior admits defeat!
This is a result that no one ever imagined.
But this is also a result that has to be accepted.
Everyone has witnessed with their own eyes that even if they don't admit defeat, it will probably end in life or death in the end.
Discussions are spreading. Today's battle will inevitably affect the power structure of the entire Turkic tribe.
Will the Jieli tribe become vassals of the Aji tribe in the future?
The Turks talked a lot, but as the winner of the duel, Bai Song remained silent in his own artistic conception.
Bai Song looked at the scimitar in his hand, and he always felt that he could retract and release it freely. The true energy of the two swords exploded, which doubled his confidence.
In Bai Song's ears, there was no begging for mercy from Prince Jieli, nor any comments from the Turks, only the voice in his own heart echoed.
"I understand, the so-called feints and actual moves are just a transition from hesitation to confidence. Only by firmly believing in your own moves can you unleash real power. The more faith you have, the greater the power! Maybe... this move should be called
——
How bold the man is, how fruitful the land is!"
"I have a knife that can cut off rivers and seas!"
In the middle of the noisy crowd, Bai Song suddenly roared, holding a knife in one hand, leaping high, and struck down firmly in the direction of Prince Jieli!
In an instant, a strong wind blew and clouds and fog rolled around the lake.
Bai Song's body felt like it was boiling, and even his blood was boiling.
He dropped the knife, and the grass beneath his feet sank, creating a deep pit in the ground. The invisible blade drew a sharp line on the grass, and all the grass clippings and soil along the path were swept into the air and turned into dust, and then extended straight towards the
Prince Jieli.
Prince Jieli's face was ashen, and the force of the sword in front of him made him unable to even stand up.
The knife was invisible, but the cracks in the ground flashed like lightning, and it was in front of him in an instant.
Prince Jieli knew that he was dead and closed his eyes helplessly.
But the blade of the blade cut across the ground and left a cut on Prince Jieli's side. It scraped past his body and fell into the Qujiang Pond behind him.
The ground on Quchifang shook, and countless people stopped and looked around. Only those guarding the Qujiang Pond pointed to the sky and were speechless.
On the seventh day of August, the water in Qujiangchi Lake in Chang'an rolled back and was sucked into the clouds. There seemed to be an invisible mouth swallowing the lake water above the sky!
"The water is out!"
I don't know who was pointing at the lake and shouting, but he was instantly drowned in the vast sound of water.
No one would believe this. How could the lake be depleted?
Only the towering water column hung upside down in the air, forming a huge storm. It was a spectacle that had not been seen in a hundred years.
The rewinding storm spread across the sky and the earth, and was clearly visible even within the palace.
The man who was reviewing the memorial put away his pen, quickly moved outside the palace, pointed to the wonderful scenery in the southeast, and asked: "Is this a blessing or a curse when you are born with a vision?!"
Sun Wuji, the eldest son beside him, stroking his beard and shaking his head with a smile, thinking that he had seen through everything: "Your Majesty, there is no need to panic. This is not a strange phenomenon from heaven and earth. People who live by the sea often see it. Whenever a storm strikes, there is always something like this on the sea.
Storm, commonly known as dragon sucking water, can be regarded as a kind of weather."
"Dragon absorbs water?" Li Shimin frowned and muttered, "The world is so vast, there are so many wonders."
"If your prediction is correct, the storm will dissipate and there will be another heavy rain in Chang'an."
As soon as Changsun Wuji finished speaking, there was a loud thunder in the clouds, and the sunny sky suddenly changed. Chang'an was instantly shrouded in dark clouds, and raindrops fell at the feet of the two of them.
The two people outside the palace looked at each other, smiled, and then looked at the sky.
Li Shimin patted Changsun Wuji on the shoulder: "Draft an official document for me and send it to all parts of the capital. Don't talk too much about dragons absorbing water. By the way, explain that it is a normal climate phenomenon."
…
The rain came and the water became calm.
The more than two thousand Turks parked by the lake could not move an inch for a long time, as if they had forgotten to breathe.
The water is cut off with a knife, and the heaven and earth change. Is this humanly possible?
However, they witnessed all this with their own eyes. They clearly saw the moment when the lake was cut off by a line. Although it was only a moment, it was a real moment.
The spectacle of a dragon sucking water is indescribable, and the scene of cutting off the water with a knife is even more horrifying.
Qing'er swallowed and looked back at Jian Shisan: "You said... you said he could break rivers and seas... he... he really did it."
Jian Shisan said nothing. He recalled that he had never felt like he did today since he left the army. When he cut off the water with his sword, he actually felt a chill on his back.
Looking at Bai Song's back again, it is impossible to imagine what this man will achieve in the future.
Everyone witnessed this scene, except Bai Song himself.
With that knife strike, all the power in the body surged out as if it had found an outlet. With the knife strike, the force of the knife was instantly gone. The wounds on his waist began to attack, and the person fainted on the grass.
…
Bai Song woke up and found that he was lying on the bed, with a slight pain from the wound on his waist, and A Ling was guarding him.
The girl was lying at the table and fell asleep, not noticing that Bai Song had woken up.
"Cough..." Bai Song coughed lightly.
Aling was startled and hurried to the bedside: "Chief, you finally woke up!"
"What time is it now?" Bai Song asked feebly.
"It's already the third watch. Patriarch, you have been unconscious for a whole day."
Bai Song moved his body and tried to sit up.
"Clan leader, you..."
Bai Song waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, then leaned on the bed and rubbed his sore cheeks.
"Is Prince Jieli dead?"
"No, the patriarch's last knife didn't hit him."
"That's good. I never thought of taking his life."
"The clan leader won the duel. According to the agreement, tomorrow Prince Jieli will lead the clan to express their surrender to the clan leader."
"Huh..." Bai Song raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "To express surrender? They also expressed their surrender to the Emperor of Tang Dynasty. Do you think they really surrender to Tang Dynasty now?"
Aling didn't speak, but frowned slightly.
"Winning the duel is only the first step, you should know what to do next."
A Ling stood up: "Are you going now?"
Bai Song nodded.
"But it's the patriarch's body."
"Go ahead, this little injury is nothing at all."
Ah Ling took the order and left, went to a deserted place and quietly brought paper and pen.
Half an hour later, a letter was delivered to Prince Jieli.
In today's battle, Prince Jieli has lost confidence. He knows that he can't defeat Bai Song no matter what. Perhaps the only way before him is to abide by the bet. In his heart, he may still be thinking that one day he will have a chance.
It's never too late to take revenge.
But there was an extra letter in front of him, which gave him a different choice.
No matter how powerful a person is, he is still mortal and cannot withstand poison.
