"Boy, you are quite strong!" the Turkic warrior said with some disdain.
Bai Song gritted his teeth and held on, looking at the condescending monster, and sneered: "You have learned the moves of the Central Plains martial arts, haven't you heard of the lack of strength?"
The other party was stunned, obviously not understanding.
But Bai Song suddenly felt a continuous force, and a gray-white energy gradually appeared on Leng Dao.
As soon as his true energy came out, Bai Song straightened his steps and stood up again under the astonished eyes of the other party!
The Turkic warriors wanted to suppress Bai Song, but found that they could not concentrate their strength after one blow.
On the other hand, Bai Song's strength seemed to be getting stronger and stronger. Not only did he change his decline and stand up, but the zhenqi of the local blade also became thinner and thinner.
"In terms of strength, I've never been afraid of anyone!" Bai Song grinned, and a burst of energy erupted. How could the energy of the Turkic warriors be compared to the energy of the great master? In an instant, Hong
The light dissipates!
Without the protection of true energy, the scimitar made of Fan Tie would be broken at the touch of Bai Song's cold knife.
There was a crisp sound.
The Turkic warrior's knife shattered countless times, and the man was also struck by the force of the shock. He flew backwards and landed a few meters away. He staggered and almost fell.
The soldiers who had laughed earlier were stunned.
I couldn't believe my eyes, there was actually someone in the world who could defeat the strongest Turkic warrior in the world.
This is something unprecedented.
For the Turkic warriors, this was also an unbelievable fact.
"Why...why is this happening?"
"Sir, times have changed."
Bai Song held the knife and said calmly.
"A person who should have received a box lunch six years ago, thinks he can still show off his power after being reincarnated in the dirt? He simply doesn't know how high the sky is!"
At this moment, the Turkic warriors no longer had any courage.
He was also praised too highly, and he never encountered any setbacks in the grassland. He never thought that one day a Han youth would appear who could defeat him through strength alone.
Looking at Bai Song again, even though he was called the first warrior of the Turks, his eyes showed fear. He even began to have self-doubt.
"Come together, come together!"
When the Turkic warrior said such words, the corners of Bai Song's mouth rose, and he knew that he had won.
Not only did he win the battle, he also won his heart.
Come together!
Enemies are coming like a tide, and they are surrounded by enemy troops.
But Bai Song's heart was more determined.
Bai Song released signal smoke. This was a signal that only his own people could understand, marking his location.
Then he pointed his sword at the general in front and shouted: "Capture the enemy general alive."
The next second, Bai Song and Mo Zhu were overwhelmed by the enemy troops.
People will become numb in the melee.
Bai Song originally wanted to capture the enemy general alive, but he didn't want to be held back by the tide of enemy troops.
Because the local generals were afraid, the morale of the army immediately became turbulent.
The battle situation began to turn around, and the team gradually gained the upper hand.
Bai Song no longer knew how many people he had killed until no one around him dared to come close.
Looking blankly, I found that the enemy general was nowhere to be found.
The enemy team began to retreat.
The encounter seemed to be coming to an end.
Is it finally over?
Bai Song murmured to himself
In such endless killing, even if his body still has strength, his heart is tired.
Bai Song's body was shaking a little, as if he might fall down at any time.
While Bai Song was swaying, he suddenly caught sight of a person from the corner of his eye.
Bai Song was shocked: "It's Mo Zhu!"
Among the retreating team in front, Mo Zhu seemed to be injured and captured!
Bai Song raised the knife again and went to kill without even thinking about it.
In a chaotic battle, no matter who it is, everyone will make mistakes and accidents will happen. Obviously, Mo Zhu made a mistake.
When they were fighting just now, Bai Song was immersed in his own world and didn't pay attention to his surroundings. He almost forgot about Mo Zhu's existence.
"Leave the people behind!"
Bai Song shouted loudly and slashed in the air with a powerful force like a dragon. With the roar of the wind, the whole group in front of him was thrown to the ground like sickly grass.
Mo Zhu also fell to the ground.
After a group of people had seen Bai Song's power, how could they still have fighting spirit? Seeing that they could not take this woman away, someone raised a knife and cut her, hoping to kill one more.
Bai Song landed in front of Mo Zhu and kicked him away, but he couldn't stop the other three from killing him.
It was too late, Bai Songfei pounced on Mo Zhu, and thrust three knives straight into Bai Song's back.
Mo Zhu opened his eyes weakly and saw his boss covered in blood protecting him tightly. He opened his mouth and spat out blood foam.
At this moment, Mo Zhu felt extremely guilty. It was his duty to protect his employer, but in the end it was his employer who used his life to protect him...
Mo Zhu was hit by an arrow in the heart and was seriously injured. Even though he had some thoughts, he was powerless and slowly closed his eyes.
Bai Song felt the stinging pain on his back, and when he shook hard, the three knives shattered.
Bai Song turned around and wanted to kill the three of them, but before he could take action, a sword appeared in front of the three of them like lightning. There was a small wound on the throat, and there was no sound for an instant.
"Bamboo! Bamboo!" Jian Shisan came. Like Bai Song, he was a bloody man.
Looking at Jian Shisan's concerned eyes, Bai Song said lightly: "She can't die as long as I am here."
…
it's over?
In fact, nothing has even begun.
The army was still counting casualties, and a new piece of military information came.
Lukou Mountain was in a bitter battle and needed reinforcements.
Li Miao was wounded all over. After hearing the news, he immediately mounted his horse, gathered his team and headed for Lukou Mountain.
Bai Song felt a sense of suffocation at the thought of still having to fight.
There was already a mess in front of him, and seventeen of the people he brought were lost in this encounter.
What kind of scene will it be like on the larger battlefield that will follow?
Mo Zhu was injured. He hadn't had time to get medical treatment. He hadn't even been able to save his life. Now he was going to fight again?
How much more damage can your own people endure?
However, if you are already in it, what reason is there for you to retreat?
Bai Song gritted his teeth and prepared to cheer up.
At this time, Li Miao rode up to Bai Song and whispered: "You and your people should take care of the wounded. Your people do not belong to this war. You have done enough."
Bai Song was stunned, not knowing what this meant.
Li Miao said seriously: "You stay and leave the rest to me."
Bai Song frowned slightly: "Are you looking down on me?"
"You are brave enough in this battle, but your heart can no longer withstand the next battle. Generally speaking, you are not a soldier yet. If you continue, you will die sooner or later. You are here to cultivate for the next time."
Respond to the battle situation well. I am the commander in chief, and everything must follow my arrangements."
Li Miao was very serious and did not give Bai Song any chance to refute.
Bai Song didn't know how to refute, because Li Miao was right, he really needed to slow down.