"You're old. Xiang Yiming looked at Zhao Wuke's face, he slowly spoke, and bowed respectfully.

Zhao Wuke looked at Xiang Yiming who saluted him, he pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, the young man in front of him had a lot less anger in his eyes, and became more mature and stable.

Ten years ago, when he was dying, Tuoba asked him, "Will you worry about Xiang Yiming's return to confirm that prophecy." ”

He was silent for a long time in the face of Tuoba Presu's words, he was a soldier of the Yue Kingdom, and he was not interested in those ethereal prophecies, but he was full of hope for the growth of his junior brother's children.

"When you grow up, you are indeed not a bird in the hands of others, and the junior brother will be very pleased. Zhao Wuwu said softly, raising the long and narrow knife, "Ten years ago, you wanted to prove to me, now raise the knife in your hand!"

"There is no need, the big picture is decided. This battle is avoidable, I have already won. Xiang Yiming shook his head, "You don't need to be so stupid. ”

"Hehe, foolish loyalty! In troubled times, the people of the war gate only follow their own beliefs!" Zhao Wuke laughed loudly, pulled the reins, rode forward, and roared, "Draw your sword, let me see your progress in sword skills in the past few years." ”

Bang Dang.

The two knives suddenly collided in one place, the back of the knife in Xiang Yiming's hand was instantly pressed down, and it was carried on his shoulder, his tiger's mouth suddenly cracked, and the blood dripped down the hilt, and by the gallop of the war horse under the crotch, Xiang Yiming made an extremely sharp sound when the knife rubbed against each other, and the two passed by.

In an instant, the two camps erupted into a roar like thunder, hammering the ground with the handle of their spears and hammering the ground regularly, and the dust moved.

The archers, who had lined up in front of them, raised their bows and arrows, and pulled them apart a little more, and the right hand that held the arrows was attached to the denomination.

In just a moment, the atmosphere of the battlefield was like choking liquor, making people boil and nervous.

The two of them each grabbed the reins again, but there was a quick exchange between their eyes, and the war horses under their crotches rushed towards each other again.

The sword flashed, and the spark came out with the sound. The movements of the two of them were like a thunderstorm, and the soldiers in the distance could only see the figures of the two moving rapidly between the dust and sand—the unspeakable tension made their breathing fluctuate.

Xiang Yiming let out a long roar from the war horse under his crotch, and he took advantage of the impact of the speed of the war horse, slashed with his knife, and let out a long shout, and the momentum suddenly burst out, which was a charge.

The violent force bounced the knife in Zhao Wuke's hand, his wrist was twisted, and the distance between Cema and Xiang Yiming was noticed, and he noticed the difference between Xiang Yiming at the moment, the swelling arms and the hideous face made people feel chills down their spines.

This is a real beast, and there is very little humanity left except killing.

"Crazy people, the real killers of the Oleg family!" Zhao Wuke twisted his eyebrows, he never expected that Xiang Yiming actually had the royal blood of the Oleg of the Yu clan flowing in his body. Many years ago, when the three of them were not out of the battle, Xiang Ke had told him about the fox woman, and when Xiang Ke joined the Zhou State, it was also related to the fox woman.

The black horse hissed and rushed towards Zhao Wuke.

Zhao Wu didn't have time to think about it, and immediately rode his horse forward, the war horses of the two were rare good horses, and the driving power was blessed on the weapon with the re-exertion of the arms of the two. The eyes of the two faced each other again, and the two knives slammed together, just for an instant, the upper bodies of both sides pressed forward at the same time, staring at each other almost face to face, and there seemed to be a mouthful of upward qi and blood in their throats.

The sergeants on both sides reacted at this time, and immediately beat the drums, and with the sound of the drums that rose to the sky, the entire battlefield suddenly became even more depressed.

The blade swept through the sound of the wind neighing wildly, and the two war horses that were spinning in place were aware of the unusual coercion, and they continued to howl.

"I didn't expect you to be my brother and her child. Zhao Wuke stared at Xiang Yiming's pupils, wanting to know if the other party was still awake.

"Hehe, it seems that Uncle Zhao knows a lot of things about my father. Xiang Yiming hoarsely spoke, his wrist moved, and he grabbed each other's robes and pulled them vigorously when the two of them passed shoulders.

Tear pull.

Zhao Wuwu turned around, slashed open the straightened robe, and suddenly turned the horse's head towards Xiang Yiming.

Xiang Yiming stared at the terrifying big incision, did not retreat, but advanced, and then rode forward, and the two horses slammed into one place. Xiang Yiming took advantage of the distance to close in an instant, grabbed Zhao Wuwu's wrist, and rolled on the ground along the two war horses that fell to the ground, scuffling.

Both sides were a little out of breath, but compared to Xiang Yiming, Zhao Wuke was obviously more out of breath. In their breath, the two stood up again, separated by a knife.

Zhao Wuke was relieved in his heart, his knife attack was like thunder, very few people could resist more than fifty knives under his knife, but Xiang Yiming and he had already passed more than 100 knives, in the face of his thunderous attack, the other party not only did not have a trace of panic, but also knocked him under the horse in the confrontation.

Xiang Yiming slashed the knife in both hands and fell in a half-arc, his left hand was quietly released, Zhao Wuwu waved the knife and knocked it, staring at Xiang Yiming and striding forward.

Xiang Yiming roared, and the moment he hit it, he remembered the jade piece in his arms, but he quietly dropped the right hand holding the dagger and couldn't take it back, so he could only reduce the force that was blessed on it.

Blood flowed out of Zhao Wuke's chest in an instant, his hand holding the knife shook, the corners of his mouth pulled a smile, and he looked down at his chest, where there was a dagger with shallow pressure, but it was not fatal.

"Shen Ling didn't teach you well, when dealing with an opponent like me, you should not only learn to use tactics, but also learn to be decisive. Zhao Wuke's body stepped forward again, the dagger was completely inserted into his heart, he leaned forward, fell into Xiang Yiming's arms, and rested his chin on the other party's shoulder.

"Hehe..."Xiang Yiming froze, the hideousness on his face spread out little by little, and he suddenly remembered Shen Ling's words many years ago, "He asked me to approach you with this object and teach you the art of war and swordsmanship, he is very familiar with your father......

Only then did he understand why the man would say that he was upset when he finally made up his mind to use the secret weapon.

"Why?"

"What?"

"Shen Ling is your arrangement, why do you want me to learn this. ”

"Heh, you can only survive after learning this, and the fight in the open is far less cold than the cold from the dark arrow. Zhao Wuke chuckled, his eyelids slowly pulled down, if the prophecy of Tuoba Pre-Suzu is true, then the person who walks on the throne should do whatever it takes, a person who is not the Li family walks on the throne, if it is really a righteous man and a gentleman, then what awaits the young man in front of him will be the abyss.

He bracked his body, slowly straightened his body, and stretched out an arm forward, "Jin Ge's broken halberd is still iron!"

"Zhanmen.Zhao Wuke..."

Xiang Yiming stared at Zhao Wuke's arm, he suddenly fell into a daze, raised his hand tremblingly, and looked at Zhao Wuke's back.

In the distance, Zhao Li saw his father standing with his back to him, holding a long and narrow knife, and he immediately rode out and shouted loudly.

How similar this scene is to Xiang Yiming's experience more than 20 years ago, in the final battle of the Zhou State, Xiang Ke also turned his back to him in such a posture and died in Zhao Wuke's arms with his own hands.

"Zhanmen, Xiang Ke..."

Xiang Yiming reached out and grabbed Zhao Wuke's hand and said his father's name. Zhao Wuke laughed at him, fell into his arms suddenly, rested his chin on Xiang Yiming's shoulder, and left the last sentence, "If I don't die today, sooner or later, the two of us will walk opposite each other again." Remember, don't be soft... The road behind... I'm looking forward to it..."