Bai Song said that the people he brought were only to protect his own safety, but when encountering a real encounter, Bai Song's character was definitely not someone who only wanted guards to stay by his side.
As long as there is a war, there will be casualties. This is inevitable.
But as long as casualties can be minimized, Bai Song is willing to give it a try.
To capture the thief first, capture the king. Since we know who in the opponent's army can unite the entire army, we naturally concentrate our sharp forces to capture the core of the opponent's army.
The enemy troops are coming like a tide, and our own soldiers have already raised their swords to meet them.
The two waves clashed, and Jian Shisan's order penetrated into the heart of the enemy like lightning penetrating the sky.
However, Jian Shisan was drowned in the crowd.
Among an army of tens of thousands, the power of one person is still too small.
Although Sword Thirteen is killing people, enemy corpses are flying everywhere it passes, and no one can stop it.
But how many can he kill?
Dozens, hundreds, thousands?
Even if a group of livestock is placed in front of Jian Shisan, it will take some effort.
Caught in chaos, Jian Shisan can no longer find the target person.
Seeing this, Bai Song frowned slightly: "It seems this is a tough battle."
Long Shanshan, who was beside him, stepped forward, cut off the flying arrows with one strike, and said in a low voice: "Young Master, step back and leave the enemies in front to me."
Bai Song shook his head, pulled Long to the top of the mountain, and pointed at Badu: "You have only one mission, protect her!"
Long Shanshan frowned slightly: "Master, if Jian Shisan is not around, who can protect you?"
Bai Song was mixed in the chaos, his eyes were a little red. He thought he was suitable to be a deserter, but he didn't expect that when he was really caught in the chaos, his heart was boiling with passion.
Bai Song smiled: "Since you and Jian Shisan returned to Chang'an, I have been practicing swordsmanship with you every day. For three years, I have never really tried it once. Although I have not practiced any swordsmanship, I have developed some skills in my body.
The zhenqi has been integrated into one, and today is a good time to try it. If you are so nervous, do you think I can't handle today's chaos?"
In the past three years, Bai Song had never wasted his time. His persistence in martial arts drove him to practice continuously.
After practicing swordsmanship for three years, there is still no routine for his moves, but Xu Hua's internal strength has been completely integrated.
With Bai Song's current strength, even if he is not Long Shanshan's opponent, he can at least withstand Long Shanshan's full strength for half an hour.
Moreover, Longshan Mountain cannot relax at all, because the true energy in Bai Song's body is extremely powerful, and any slack will cause fatal injuries.
Long Shanshan has recognized Bai Song's ability, otherwise this "Master" would not come from his heart, let alone guard him for three years, regardless of the reason.
Long Shanshan knew in his heart that Bai Song's unconventional sword skills had already formed a style of their own, and even Jian Shisan recognized this style of sword skills.
Bai Song was destined to have no connection with swords in his life. Jian Shisan had taught Bai Song, but he couldn't.
Because I care about the moves of Sword Thirteen.
Such ethereal things as artistic conception can never be seen clearly in the eyes of a layman.
However, in the constant battles between Longshan Mountain and Longshan Mountain, an inexhaustible set of sword techniques was formed through muscle memory, which was unique to Bai Song.
Jian Shisan had seen Bai Song and Long Shanshan fight, and he recognized it with a bit of disdain, so he gave Bai Song's sword technique a tacky name, "Mad Dog Sword".
Long Shanshan looked at Bai Song's red eyes and smiled: "Ha, yes, the Bai Song now is not the Bai Song three years ago."
Just when Long Shanshan was about to let go of Bai Song and let him go crazy, Badu grabbed Bai Song's shoulder: "What are you going to do? You can't take risks. What will happen to the young eagle if you die?"
"Don't worry, I won't die!" Bai Song took away Baduo's hand and resolutely rushed out of the protection of the guards.
Badu's eyes were full of worry. At this time, Mo Zhu rushed out on horseback and turned back to smile at Badu: "Don't worry, madam, there are still bamboos! The bamboos will protect my boss."
After saying that, Mo Zhu took out his green bamboo and hit it in the air. A rain of arrows fell to the ground in an instant.
Long Shanshan looked at this scene and exclaimed in a low voice: "Madam, there is no need to worry. There are so many masters among the Mohist disciples. In a battle involving tens of thousands of people, no one can hurt the young master at all."
Is it true that no one can hurt Bai Song?
A black arrow penetrated a person's body and landed in front of Bai Song with a strong wind.
Bai Song's pupils shrank, this was the subordinate he recruited.
He is an old member of the Mo family and has the strength of Pei Yuanjing. Although he is not a top expert, he is still a powerful figure in the martial arts world.
It was this kind of person who was actually killed by an arrow?
Bai Song had no time to feel sad. He rushed into the battle, and there were no longer layers of protection around him.
Three strong Turkic men rushed over on horseback with swords in hand and attacked Bai Song from three different directions.
The Bai Song Dynasty drew a knife. The format of the knife was exactly the same as that of the Turkic scimitar. However, the blade was gray in color and looked ordinary. It had no reflection in the sun. But as soon as the knife came out, it swept horizontally and came into contact with two knives.
In an instant, there was no sound of metal collision, and the two knives were actually cut off. Under the shocked eyes of the two Turks, the gray knife held by Bai Song once again swept across the waist of one man and the nostrils of the horse, without any resistance.
, ushering in a splash of blood.
The person on the side changed his face when he saw it, and even the horse couldn't control it and changed its direction. Another unprepared attack unexpectedly landed in the air.
In front of Bai Song's knife, nothing seemed to be an obstacle, and it was nothing more than cutting iron like clay.
This knife was specially made for Bai Song and took nearly two years of Bai Song's spiritual energy accumulation.
It transcends thousands of years of technology and craftsmanship and is specially made for the customary style of the Bai Song Dynasty.
It is an out-and-out cold steel knife, tempered by rapid cooling with liquid cooling at the highest temperature.
Even after a thousand years, such knives are extremely rare.
Guns and guns cannot be obtained in the space, so this is the substitute chosen by Bai Song.
In this world, any magical weapon is worthless in front of this cold steel knife.
This is the first time this knife has been taken out of its sheath. Even Longshan Shanshan has never seen how sharp this knife is.
Behind, Mo Zhu was about to take action, but saw his boss wave his hand. Somehow, the three men besieging him instantly collapsed. One man and one horse fell to the ground, and the others scattered in shock.
Mo Zhu was startled and wanted to ask, but was entangled by other enemies.
Bai Song rushed into the enemy group with a knife. The mad dog was equipped with a cold knife, and his murderous intent was overflowing.
With just random swords and no use of Qi, more than twenty people were killed in a matter of seconds.
Any particularly conspicuous master will soon become the focus of the battle between both sides.
Bai Song attracted more people's attention, and more and more enemies came towards Bai Song.
At this moment, Bai Song's eyes were red with murder, and his knife was stained red. His true energy had not yet been released, and he felt that his strength would never be used up!
Facing the tide of enemies, Bai Songzheng roared at the enemy group: "Who else is there?!"
Suddenly an arrow flew over, as powerful as thunder.
