There was blood everywhere, and the encounter at the rear of Lukou Mountain continued.
Bai Song held the sword in front, looking at the local general in the distance. Amidst the shouts of killing, Bai Song heard a cry: "Do you still remember me?"
The enemy general twenty meters away did not answer, but shot out another black arrow.
Still coming towards Bai Song like thunder.
In the same way, Bai Song slashed with his sword, faced the black arrow and knocked it to the ground.
"Dare to fight!"
It has been six years, and when facing the enemy six years ago, there is no longer any fear at all.
Under the support of blood, Bai Song lost his bookishness, his blood was so intense, and he lost his usual composure.
Bai Song suddenly felt a sense of expectation, and a ball of fire ignited in his heart. He wanted to try against this opponent, and wanted to experience the excitement of a ten thousand army rushing to kill him.
Some things that you dared to think about but didn’t dare to do before are now here, so why bother anymore?
Bai Song held the knife and looked back at Mo Zhu.
Looking at this somewhat schizophrenic but cute girl, and thinking that such a girl is actually going to charge on the battlefield, I seem to have no reason to back down.
"Rush over and take the enemy general's head. Are you afraid?"
"What is there to be afraid of?" Mo Zhu raised his bamboo, "There are no weaklings in the Mo family, but this girl is very powerful."
Bai Song smiled and shouted: "Be my support."
After making a sound, Bai Song rushed out.
In the chaos, the person who suddenly broke out of his own camp and broke into the enemy's hinterland was very conspicuous. In addition, Bai Song's two sword blows just now gave people an unparalleled shock. When Bai Song came out, all eyes stayed on Bai Song.
A round of crossbows was fired, and arrows rained down at extremely fast speeds.
Mo Zhu from behind was struck by the void again, and an invisible force of energy counterattacked, scattering most of the arrows in the air.
But there are still some flying towards you.
Arrows flew past him one after another, and Bai Song's eyes were fixed on the front. At this moment, the surrounding scenes seemed to be much slower, and Bai Song felt that he could dodge all the attacks.
Bai Song's confidence increased greatly. He swiped the knife to his side and knocked down an arrow that was about to hit Xiao Hei.
Xiao Hei also seemed to be inspired, and moved faster, leading Bai Song like a black shadow through the battlefield.
"Slow down!" Mo Zhu shouted from behind, unable to catch up.
There seemed to be another round of arrow rain in the enemy formation. Just when he was about to launch, he saw the local general raising his hand slightly, stopping everything and not attacking Bai Song again. Instead, he looked at Bai Song silently, as if waiting for Bai Song's attack.
arrival.
As he got closer, Bai Song gradually saw the other person's appearance clearly.
This was a monster with a hideous face and burns all over his body. His face was almost completely deformed by the heat, but he was still alive.
Anyone looking at this face would break out in a cold sweat, but in Bai Song's eyes, he witnessed a work of art that he was proud of.
When he reached ten meters in front of the opponent, Bai Song stopped his horse suddenly, pointed the knife at the opponent, and laughed: "Hahaha... You can't die even if you look like this, your life is really big! Look at your eyes with such hatred.
, you should remember me, right?"
Bai Song said, and the other person just stared at him fiercely. The only pair of eyes that could see clearly were exuding hatred and malice.
"Forgot, you probably don't understand Chinese."
"I can understand."
A hoarse voice came out, and the enemy general drew his saber.
Staring at Bai Song with eyes like a god of death, he said word by word: "In the past six years, I have sneaked into the Central Plains incognito and not only learned your Central Plains writing, but also learned..."
After he finished speaking, a strong sense of oppression suddenly appeared around Bai Song.
At this time, Mo Zhu also caught up. She felt the aura as soon as she came, and muttered inaudibly: "How is it possible in the late period of Pei Yuanjing... How can there be such a master in the Turkic army?"
Bai Song half-squinted his eyes and pointed at the other party: "It seems that the previous guess was correct. Today, the Turks have gradually been assimilated by the Han people. The Turks have actually learned the internal martial arts of the Central Plains."
Mo Zhu finally noticed the enemy general. He was startled by his appearance at first, and then his expression became solemn when he saw a black-red energy drawn out of the enemy's body like silk.
"Be careful, this energy is even stronger than Xiao Shisan."
"Your little Thirteen said that in terms of true energy alone, even ten Sword Thirteens can't compare to me!"
Bai Song was not afraid at all.
Long Shanshan said that when facing an enemy with a sword, even if the opponent is the King of Heaven, I cannot show the slightest fear.
The person who uses the knife goes forward headlong and kills people first. The person who uses the knife does not care about life or death.
Bai Song stepped on the horse's head, jumped up, and with the help of his true energy, he jumped ten meters without relying on any light skills, and was in front of the enemy general in an instant.
When the knife fell, the true energy was restrained, and the blade remained as usual without any change.
The knife in the opponent's hand was the complete opposite. It was wrapped in red energy and had an astonishing momentum.
The two knives collided, and Bai Song's cold knife was blocked by the true energy, emitting a dazzling fire light.
This first warrior of the Turks was already extremely powerful before, but now he has acquired a deep inner strength, and his strength has increased exponentially.
The other party sneered and suddenly exerted his strength.
Bai Song felt a huge force coming from him, and his whole body was thrown away.
Bai Song was known for his strength, but now he was driven back by the enemy. This was the first time Bai Song had encountered him in several years.
No matter how Bai Song attacked, he was repulsed at this moment. With one move, Bai Song flew ten meters backwards and stepped on Xiao Hei's back in an instant.
"For six years, I have been looking for you for six years, and finally we met again on the grassland. It was you who turned me into what I am now. Today I will settle this account bit by bit."
After saying that, the general suddenly exerted his strength, imitated Bai Song's posture, stepped on the horse's head, and jumped up.
Their movements were the same, but their power was completely different. The other's kick directly trampled the horse to the ground, killing him instantly.
But a man came from the air and struck him with a knife.
Seeing this, Bai Song pulled the reins and dragged Xiao Hei away from the opponent's attack.
He turned over and dismounted, and moved two meters away from a kneeling gourd.
Xiao Hei and Bai Song cooperated tacitly. When Bai Song took the initiative, Xiao Hei knew that his master wanted to protect him, so he immediately turned around and rushed into the chaos.
Bai Song's movements were not very elegant, but he directly avoided the opponent's attack.
This is the result of Bai Song's three years of practicing swordsmanship. Any attack that can be dodged will never be met head-on.
Even if I have the ability to catch it, I won't waste any extra effort.
There were enemies all around. The Turkic soldiers burst into laughter when they saw Bai Song coming so ferociously and yet being so embarrassed under the attack of his own general.
"You like to laugh, don't you?" Bai Song sneered in his heart, "I want you to know how powerful I am later!"
Seeing the opponent's second attack coming again, Bai Song had no choice but to fight back.
The opponent's strength was extremely strong. As soon as Bai Song got up and struck with the sword, he was forced to kneel down on one knee. The back of the sword was pressed tightly against his shoulder, fearing that blood marks had already appeared.