As soon as the wind spirit finished speaking, another thief swung his knife and pounced, it was really a Turk. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

No one responded to the exclamation of the wind spirit, and in an instant, the sound of iron weapons clashing, fighting screams, and horses neighing on the road separated by the mound of earth rang out in a single place, and the strange wind howl that was so fierce before was also afraid of the fight on the official road at this moment, and retreated silently.

When Feng Ling traveled with her grandmother's business, she also had trouble with bandits, and she was no stranger to fighting in the loess smoke and dust, but now this group of Turkic bandits seemed to be different. Not to rob property, rashly invaded the Tang army, the attack was orderly, and the blades were complete, which was by no means an ordinary bandit.

She thought about delaying the news, and when she was distracted, a cold light and wind struck.

She subconsciously turned sideways to avoid, but on the other side, she didn't know where to hit a wide curved blade, she had nowhere to hide, suddenly lowered her body, and the two blades swooped into the air at the same time, hitting each other with a "bang", bursting out with a piercing sound.

The wind spirit held the long knife and took advantage of the situation to slash through a person's legs and knees, and before the man could exhale pain, the blood on his legs poured down like a waterfall, he ignored the wind spirit, supported the ground with a knife with one hand, and covered the legs and knees that were suddenly bleeding out with the other.

The other man was stunned for a moment, howled out something, and raised his knife to slash at the wind spirit. The blade of the knife fell with the wind, and when it was less than three inches above her head, it suddenly stopped. The wind spirit looked up, only to see that Fu Yanyan was pulling his long knife back from the man's chest.

The long knife left, and the hot blood spurted out from the hole in his chest, and sprinkled it on the head and face of the wind spirit, and she had never seen red, but she had never been so close to sprinkling blood on her head and face, she subconsciously screamed and jumped away, and the Turk fell to where she was standing.

She looked at Fu Yan in horror, who had staggered over and was engaged with several other Turks. On weekdays, I saw him in a regular robe, or a leather armor uniform, although he was heroic and solemn, but he was not terrifying, and I didn't want him to devote himself to this killing now, as if he had completely changed his person, which made people look at it coldly.

The corner of his eye caught a glimpse of her, kicked away a Turk who was close to him, and yelled at her in the face: "What are you stunned! Protect yourself! ”

The wind spirit was rejuvenated by his voice, lifted his full spirit, and re-grasped the long knife to meet the enemy and protect himself.

The Turks gathered more and more, and the leading Turks in the melee already understood which one was the leader of the Tang Army.

"I can't find it." There were Turks who repeatedly prayed to their chiefs. Tang Jun didn't know Turkic dialect, but Feng Ling heard it clearly, she suddenly realized that this group of strongmen was coming at Ashina, but she didn't know that a few days later, Mi Shot had already been entrusted to the escort of the Anxi Protectorate in Gaochang City.

The leader scolded angrily, and tore off the cloth on his face: "If you don't see the dismission, you will slaughter these Tang soldiers, and I will see how he escapes back to the secret alone!" ”

The mouth of the wind spirit hidden under the veil, together with the exposed apricot eyes, opened wide together, and the Turkic head who roared and cursed was not anyone else, it was Ashina Helu who made her head burst. Her first reaction was to turn her back so that he wouldn't recognize her.

She shook her wrists, stabbed two more Turks who met each other with their knives raised, dodged to the side, and gasped against the dirt slope.

Sun Ying slanted slightly, she estimated that she had been entangled with these Turkic strongmen for more than an hour, and the Turkic soldiers of the Helu tribe were really not the same as the sand bandits, and they were very tough.

Feng Ling's body was tired, sweat and blood wrapped in her, and her hands and feet were struggling to move. If she continues to drag on like this, she doesn't know how long she can hold on.

Suddenly, a dazzling bright light flashed in front of her eyes, and the wind spirit raised her arm to cover her eyes, she was only dazzled by the strong sunlight, but when she put down her arm, there was another thorn in front of her eyes. Her heart sank, her intuition was not good, and she fixed her eyes to find it, and her eyes were just on a cold scimitar. The scimitar was being held in Helu's hand, and it rushed straight at Yan Yan's back.

Her brain exploded "buzzing", she didn't think about anything, gathered all her strength, and rushed forward.

Fu Tanyan was tripped by the four people, and he clearly noticed that there was something wrong in his back, but he didn't have time to take care of it, he cut down two people, kicked over one person, and then had no time to dodge the scimitar with the wind behind him, his heart sank, and a thought flashed through his heart: After all, he wanted to be shrouded in horse leather.

Before the cold blade arrived, he was slammed away by a cloud of flexible and warm force, took two steps back, and fell to the ground on his back.

With just one glance, Fu Yanyan saw clearly the figure that flew over, even if he didn't dare to believe it, he would never admit his mistake, it was the wind spirit.

But seeing Ashina Helu pinching her neck with one hand, he pressed her to the ground, and with the other hand, he clenched the scimitar to stab down.

The wind spirit was pressed so hard that he couldn't break his hand around her neck like an iron hoop, and after several attempts, his strength was exhausted, and his arm hung limply to the ground.

An unstoppable anger rose from the bottom of his heart, roaring and slashing left and right, completely ignoring the rules of the enemy, and the momentum made the Turkic soldiers besieging him take half a step back.

The scimitar suddenly paused in mid-air, and He Lu stared at the pair of eyes stunned, and a thin layer of tears appeared in the round apricot eyes with panic, like dew drops rolling on the petals after a spring rain. He Lu hurriedly let go of the big hand that was holding her neck, and pulled the veil on her face downward.

Heavy on the air, the wind spirit clutched his neck and gasped, regardless of how much dust and blood was in the air.

"You ......" He Lu did not expect to meet her here, he was surprised and surprised, thinking that she was in the same place with the Yanyan soldiers, and he was a little annoyed, and he couldn't speak for a while. A low horn sounded from the nearby dirt slope, mixed with a few terrible screams of the Turks.

He Lu grabbed Feng Ling's wrist: "You go with me!" ”

The wind spirit was close to collapse, like a soft cloth for him to pull, anxious inside, but only the strength to shake his head was left in his body. As he was pulling, a sharp dagger suddenly flew and plunged straight into the back of Helu's hand, and he howled, shook his hand and let go of the wind spirit's wrist, and retreated again and again.

In an instant, Fu Yanyan clashed with the Turkic soldiers, and threw another dagger in his hand at Helu. Heru staggered to dodge, and the dagger flew past his ear, narrowly avoiding it. The one on the back of his hand penetrated the palm of his hand, and although his eyes were red with anger, his right hand was in pain and he couldn't hold the blade, so he didn't dare to step forward to fight against Fu Yanyan.

Fu Yanyan staggered to the side of the wind spirit, whistled to the trumpeter, carried her on his shoulder with one hand, swept out a bloody path with a long knife in the other, and hurriedly ran up the dirt slope. When the rest of the Tang army heard the sound of the horn, they no longer fell in love with the battle, and retreated to the dirt slope.

The wind spirit was jolting on Fu Yanyan's shoulder, and he opened his eyes with great effort, only to see many Tang soldiers standing on the dirt slope, and a column of crossbowmen stretched their bows and arrows, and then felt the vibration in Fu Yanyan's chest: "Shoot accurately, and hurt the horses less." ”

This was followed by the sound of "whooshing" sharp arrows breaking through the air, the low "boom" sound of the bowstring bouncing back, and after a short time there were wails and screams under the dirt slope, and the Turks shouted "evacuate" at a loud voice, and she felt unprecedented peace, and slowly closed her eyelids as heavy as iron.