Seeing Zhao Qingyu alone in the middle of the road, Xiao Xin bit his lip lightly, and immediately said: "This girl, don't do stupid things, leave quickly, I'm fine." ”

Zhao shook his head softly and took another step forward.

Zhang Lang smiled and said: "My little sister is so bold, I'm afraid that my subordinates will make you unbearable?" ”

Hearing these obscene words, Zhao whispered and glared at her good-looking eyes: "Don't talk nonsense, yin and yang, I get goosebumps all over my body as soon as you speak." ”

Zhang Lang laughed angrily: "Little sister, you didn't appreciate it when I had the heart to let you go just now, and now I'm here to make a big fuss, okay, I'll promise to make you want to die later." ”

After saying that, he waved his hand: "Above, this little sister is at your disposal, you two, take Xiao Xin to see the general." ”

The two sergeants answered, pulling Xiao Xin away. Xiao Xin couldn't defeat them, so he had to say loudly: "Little sister, I understand the kindness, you go quickly!" ”

"I look so small..."Zhao Qingyu, who was eighteen years old, lowered his head a little dejectedly, saw a certain part of himself, and was even more deflated.

"Phew! Now is not the time to think about this! Zhao whispered and grabbed the dagger and rushed forward: "You guys stop for me!" ”

A Qi State sergeant stretched out his hand and stopped her with a smile: "Little sister, don't be in a hurry to leave, stay and play with my brother..."

"Little your grandma's legs!" Zhao, who was a princess, burst out in a foul language, and the dagger in his hand wiped the sergeant's throat.

"Poof!"

Blood spurted out, and the sergeant's eyes widened, clutching his neck and slumping to the ground.

"This is a bit awesome! Brothers, beware of overturning! A sergeant shouted, drew his long sword and picked it up at Zhao Qingyu's hand.

Zhao Qingyu's body twisted, and he easily dodged the sword, seeing Xiao Xin walking farther and farther, he was anxious for a while.

If this Xiao Xin is taken away, what is the use of killing all the sergeants in front of her.

"Hurry up, you can't take it down a little girl, what else can you do?" Zhang Lang rode on his horse and shouted at his subordinates.

Zhao whispered and looked at it, and suddenly his eyes lit up, if he could take his horse down, it would be much easier to get out or chase the woman who was taken away. After thinking about it, he danced the dagger in his hand to protect himself from leakage, and leaned towards Zhang Lang.

The sergeants didn't care about the petite girl in front of them, who would have thought that this girl had a lot of rules in every move. The movements were clean and neat, without dragging mud and water, and many sergeants were injured by them for a while.

Zhang Lang was dissatisfied: "A bunch of waste, get out of the way, let me come!" ”

After saying that, Zhang Lang took out his waist knife, patted his horse and rushed towards Zhao Qingyu. The sergeants surrounding the side got out of the way, leaving Zhao whispering in place.

The corners of Zhao Qingyu's mouth turned up slightly, Zhang Lang's action can be said to be in the middle of the heart. Immediately raised his arm, and the dagger in his hand stabbed at the blade.

"Bell!"

With a loud bang, Zhang Lang touched his wrist, but he didn't expect this little girl who looked weak to be able to block his blow.

Zhao Qingyu was also a little surprised, the general of the Qi army in front of him, who was neither male nor female, obviously did not know martial arts, but with a sword of horsepower, it was comparable to a blow from a sharp master.

She also knew that martial arts masters were not invincible on the battlefield, and over the years, there were countless martial arts masters who died under the hooves of the Great Song Tie's horses. The most elite horseman, a shot stabbed under the sprint of the war horse, can even be equivalent to a blow of the tiger powerhouse.

However, that Great Song Iron Cavalry, how can it be compared to the Qi State sergeant who has long been equated with wine bags and rice bags in Zhao Qingyu's heart?

Although he was surprised in his heart, in the face of this situation, Zhao Qingyu could not retreat. She bit her silver teeth, stepped forward again, and stabbed the dagger in her hand into Zhang Lang's leg.

Zhang Lang flicked the steel knife in his hand to block Zhao Qingyu's attack. Surprised by Zhao Qingyu's martial arts, he no longer relaxed in his heart, and the steel knife slashed at Zhao Qingyu's head.

Zhao whispered and raised his head to dodge. One was on a horse, the other was on the ground, and the two fought. As the weapons of both sides collided, sparks splashed from time to time.

After a few battles, Zhao Qingyu was already a little out of breath. Although her martial arts are stronger than Zhang Lang, she is a woman after all, and her physical strength is not as good as his. Moreover, the opponent was on a horse, and it was quite difficult to parry the condescending attack.

"If you continue like this, you will lose sooner or later." Zhao Qingyu thought to herself, "I knew that I would have practiced martial arts with Grandpa Liu in the first place." ”

Zhao Qingyu had learned a trick and a half from Liu Xiaochen in the past, but she was playful by nature, and she no longer practiced martial arts after stepping into the realm of soldiers, so Liu Xiaochen sighed a lot.

Instead of sitting still, it is better to give it a go, Zhao whispered in his heart, raised the dagger in his right hand, and at the same time kicked his foot on the ground, and his body rose into the air.

Zhang Lang was taken aback, and was about to swing his knife when he saw Zhao Qingyu's dagger paused slightly in the air, and then swung down with an invisible qi machine, leaving a bright light.

It is the move that Zhao Qingyu once made to deal with Guo Yu, the general of Zhenbei in the Northern Song Dynasty, Liu Xiaochen, who is known as the "first knife in the Northern Song Dynasty".

The name of the knife is "Shaking the Sky", and Liu Xiaochen once used this knife to kill the first warrior of Xiyong, the king of spears Li Ren.

Zhang Lang screamed and fell off the horse, lying on the ground and not moving.

Zhao fell to the ground with a graceful gesture, and snorted coldly at the Qi Jun present: "Your general is dead, and those who know each other will leave!" ”

A group of Qi soldiers looked at this majestic girl and couldn't help but feel timid.

Zhao Qingyu's appearance was impeccable, but in fact, there was already a heart-piercing pain in his ankle, and it just fell together, which made the sprain that had just gotten better even worse. At this moment, her face was expressionless, and she was full of murder, but in fact, she was already screaming out in pain:

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

"Why did I just jump? Isn't it good to cut him at the waist?! ”

"No, I must be calm on the outside, and I must have a master's demeanor, so that I can scare them away, and if they don't run, I should run away."

"Mother save me!"

Zhao Qingyu saw that Qi Jun seemed to have the intention of retreating, and he was happy in his heart, but he was not superficial, and snorted coldly at the moment: "Since you don't escape, don't blame me for having no sword... Yes! ”

A sharp pain came from his abdomen, and Zhao suddenly fell to the ground, clutching his stomach. Zhang Lang, whose face was covered with blood, raised his fist with a cruel smile, it was he who had just taken advantage of Zhao's unpreparedness to punch her in the lower abdomen.

"Stinky bitch." Zhang Lang raised his foot and kicked Zhao Qingyu in the stomach, the girl screamed in pain, and was kicked and rolled on the ground a few times.

"How dare you scratch the old lady's face!" Zhang Lang rushed up with two feet again, and the corners of Zhao Xiaoyu's mouth were bleeding, and he was speechless.

"Don't worry, my mother won't kill you. The old lady will shave your face, then cut off your limbs and crash into the urn, so that you may not live as dead. ”

Zhao whispered weakly lying on the ground, watching Zhang Lang bend down and pick up the steel knife, there was no fear in his heart, only death-like calm.

She was not afraid of what Zhang Lang said, although she didn't have much strength, she could still bite her tongue and commit suicide.

There was no regret in her heart, but she couldn't help but have some regrets, regretting that she didn't save the woman who looked gentle; It's a pity that this trip to Sancheng made her and she died of nothing.

Seeing Zhang Lang walking towards her with a knife, Zhao whispered silently and stuck his tongue in his teeth.

"It's a pity, I really want to ride the nasty white horse again." Zhao Qingyu thought of this, and was immediately surprised by his thoughts.

Why do you still miss that nasty ghost when you die?

Perhaps the heavens heard her voice, and suddenly there was a sound of horses' hooves in the street.

"It's a person like the Great Song Army God, with a silver gun and a white horse..."

Guo Yu held the general's order and galloped on horseback. Perhaps feeling the master's mood, Xiaobai hissed, and the speed was a little faster.

“… Dressed in white robes..."

Guo Yu's sleeves flew, and due to the excessive speed, the people present could only see a white shadow.

“… When I'm in danger..."

Zhang Lang, who didn't notice the changes on the field, raised the steel knife in his hand with a frantic look at Zhao Whispering.

“… Then the gods will come down and rescue me. ”

The quaint silver spear went straight through Zhang Lang's body, and blood splattered everywhere. Guo Yu's hand shook, and the corpse was thrown out, smashing over many Qi State soldiers.

The surrounding sergeants roared and rushed forward, Guo Yu stabbed out lightly, and the spear exploded, and more than a dozen people vomited blood and fell down.

The rest of the people wailed and threw down their blades and fled, the ground was full of corpses of Qi people, and only Guo Yu was left, standing proudly with a gun, like a god.

Seeing Zhao looking at him in a daze, Guo Yu grinned: "Wasn't I very handsome just now, huh?" Isn't it handsome? ”

Zhao whispered and lowered his head.

"Where is there such a cheeky god?"

She muttered to herself, her cheeks burning a little.