The ten Yandi warriors suddenly saw the opponent's weird smile, and their hearts trembled, feeling that something was wrong.

However, their momentum is tight, and it's easy to overlook these details of their opponents. And, even if they sense something is wrong, it's too late.

The two sides made a contract of death, and they never died.

The ten men worked together to chase after one of the steppe people, intending to kill him by the sword in one fell swoop, and then free up their hands to clean up the other nine miscellaneous pieces.

However, although the steppe man was not fast and a little clumsy, he was able to avoid the thrilling ten swords every time.

"Kill!"

The ten Yandi warriors shouted violently, the shields in their hands were behind them to prevent the other nine grassland people from sneaking up, and the ten swords fought with all their might to kill the lone dog.

The man panicked, stumbled, staggered, crawling in the mud, but it was not easy to die.

This made the morale of the ten Yandi strong people not fight in one place.

"Chop!"

One person and one sword, suddenly pounced, under the cover of the accomplice nine shields and nine swords, the human sword was one, and suddenly stabbed a sword at the fleeing grassland people.

The prairie man took advantage of the situation to kick in the mud, narrowly avoided the sword, and with a wave of his hand, a large ball of mud "horn" covered the eyes of the Yandi strong man.

The strong man of Yandi was taken aback, and was just about to retreat, when he suddenly felt a pain in his waist and eyes, numb, and cold, as if there was cold air blowing inside.

With a roar, the Yandi warrior swung a sword to the fullest, protected his body, threw down his shield with his left hand, and reached out to wipe the mud from his eye socket.

The scene was cold for a moment, because everyone saw a strange scene.

The waist and eye of the strong man of Yandi were inserted into half of the wooden stick.

The sword-wielding arm of the Yandi warrior gradually weakened, and finally stopped.

He hung his head in astonishment, looked at the half of the wooden stick inserted in his waist, raised his head with some confusion, and looked at the steppe man who was scurrying in the mud, and a very painful expression gradually appeared on his face.

He threw down his sword and gently stroked the half of the stick, as if trying to pull it out.

The thousands of soldiers of the alliance army of the vassal states held their breath and looked at the Yandi strong man with difficulty, feeling inexplicable.

No one could see clearly what kind of bullshit trick that stubble used to plunge a wooden stick into the opponent's waist under the stormy attack of ten swords.

"Dog, yin!"

"Chop!"

……

With a buzz, thousands of people fryed, cursing loudly at the damned steppe people.

The strong man of Yandi held the half of the stick, and seemed to hesitate whether he needed to pull it out, because the stick was swollen and painful to the top, and this was the first time he had received it.

He slowly fell to his knees, ignoring the fight in the dueling arena.

Before the blood could come out, the dog didn't know how to use it, but only made a small wound, and plunged half of the wooden stick deep into his body, just enough to stop the crazy gushing blood.

As soon as the Yandi strong man opened his mouth, blood gushed out, and so did his nose, and he couldn't hold it back.

He wanted to look decent, so he picked up the sword he had thrown away, plunged it into the mud, and clasped the hilt of it with both hands, and leaned wearily.

His face was a little pale, and the sweat of the beans mixed with the drizzle made him look uncomfortable.

On the battlefield, he has killed many people, and every time he feels comfortable, making him want to kill in his dreams.

He had also thought about being killed, and even thought about some details, including how he heroically slammed his sword on the ground, looked up to the sky and sighed, and said something with a sad and angry face.

But in fact, in addition to the pain, swelling, and the unprecedented feeling of powerlessness, these made him unable to lift his spirits.

The strong man of Yandi was killed with a half-broken wooden stick, which was a great shame and made him ashamed.

"Some, not convinced ......"

He wanted to say a bold word, but he couldn't change it in one breath, so he had to swallow the next half of the words.

The feces pee came out and wet his crotch, which made him even more ashamed.

It turns out that death is like this.

A layer of white and pale fluff appeared on his face, and from a distance, it looked like someone had raised a handful of dirt, making him disgraced, which was really not dignified.

He insisted, trying to slow the passage of time, preferably to a complete stop, of course, so that he could slowly pull out the half of the damned stick and carefully bandage his wounds.

Even if it is so painful, for another three and five years, or even ten thousand years, he is willing.

He didn't want to die.

He looked up with difficulty, wanting to look at the sky, and by the way, at the grassland that made him sad.

He also wanted to get up and die like the legendary heroes.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that his waist and eyes were empty, and a hot breath came out, and then a cold air was sucked in.

While a steppe man with unkempt hair dodging the attack of the Nine Swords, a lazy donkey rolled and pulled out the half of the stick, which finally killed him.

The strong man of Yandi fell headlong and never got up again.

……

"Kill!"

The nine Yandi warriors were overwhelmed with grief and indignation, and their momentum skyrocketed, and they began to slash and stab regardless of it, and they didn't even bother to use their shields, and all their tricks were all in the same end.

But the ten steppe men didn't let go of their hands, and didn't confront them head-on at all, but just ran wildly, kicking the mud all over the sky.

Nineteen people, running around in a fart area, and after seven or eight circles, the crowd began to clamor again.

However, this time, before everyone could scold, the situation in the field changed again.

One of the steppe men slipped and fell to the ground, and was about to roll around with his lazy donkey, which was their best skill, when five or six swords stabbed at him, right and left, and sealed all his retreats.

The steppe man seemed to be taken aback, and his whole body spun around like a spinning top, stirring up a puddle of mud, and rushed straight to the door of the five or six Yandi strong men.

The five or six people didn't care about the mud that shot at them, and stabbed down with hideous faces.

"Wait!" The steppe man suddenly shouted loudly.

The five or six swords seemed to be really slight.

The steppe man flashed, like a loach, and got out of the gap of the sword, and easily inserted half of the wooden stick into the waist eye of a Yandi strong man, and ran away with a roll.

Immediately after, before the five or six people could turn around, a group of steppe people pounced like hyenas and plunged half of the wooden sticks in their hands deep into the waists and eyes of those Yandi heroes.

"Despicable villain!"

Those five or six Yandi strong men missed with a sword, not only allowing the damn steppe people to escape, but also being attacked by the other steppe people.

This scene, in anyone's eyes, was caused by the mercy of those five or six Yandi strong men.

Damn the prairie people, they actually took advantage of everyone's sympathy and sense of morality, it is tolerable, which is unbearable!

The situation in the dueling arena changed instantly, which caught everyone by surprise, even the steppe people who were watching the battle from a distance, seemed to be very shocked, and stopped for a while, and then they screamed strangely, like a pack of injured wild dogs.

In the venue, there were only ten hyena-like steppe people and three Yandi warriors left.

If there are no surprises, the rest is hunting, the play and insult of the strong against the weak.

The old general of Yan Guo sighed and lowered his old head, unwilling to take another look.

He could see it clearly, those ten prairie people looked clumsy, but they were all well-trained, although they didn't seem to know any advanced martial arts, but they were agile, brainy, and closely coordinated, they should be bastards who have been fighting in the dead man's pile or in the beast herd for many years!

A few strong men of Yandi who had the upper hand before breathing became a panicked water dog in the blink of an eye, chased by ten steppe people with unkempt hair, rolling and crawling, as embarrassed as they wanted.

In the eyes of these miscellaneous people, those advanced martial arts seem to be some tricks that are not useful, and each trick looks good, but it just has no effect.

Those steppe people fought with people, they didn't pay attention to the rules at all, they kicked and beat indiscriminately, their knees, nails, fists, feet, and even their teeth were weapons, which made the three Yandi strong men tremble.

The soldiers of the alliance of the vassal states were dumbfounded.

They had never seen this kind of gangster play.

In their consciousness, the real masters are all breezy and light-hearted, or at least have a clear eye, either the sword is like a rainbow, or the mountains and rivers are magnificent, or they are ...... You've got to fucking look like a human being!

These steppe people are so uneducated, they are like a pack of hyenas when they fight, and they don't pay attention to it at all.

But it works.

Everyone can see it clearly, people are very powerful, and they will kill their opponents clumsily, without dragging their feet at all.

The three Yandi warriors were in a mess, they were frightened by the other party's murderous appearance, and the only little bit of decency left was that their companions were dead, and they were still holding on.

Of course, this insistence was soon interrupted.

A prairie man, he looks young and honest, but he looks like a bad coward. He took out a whip from his bosom, the kind two feet long, which the steppe people used to whip their cattle when they were grazing.

There was a crisp sound of the "horn", and the whip swirled in the air and slapped into the face of a strong man of Yandi.

The man screamed and was directly thrown backwards two or three steps.

One of his eyeballs was whipped by the whip, white, black, gray, red, and a blur of flesh and blood, obscuring most of his face.

The man hugged his face and screamed heart-rending on the ground, trembling with pain.

The remaining two Yandi heroes were even more flustered, so they simply started to attack regardless of it, leaving no back hand for each move.

Those grassland talents didn't eat this set, and used all kinds of indiscriminate methods to attack while avoiding the attacks of the swallows.

After the two crisp sounds of the "horn", the last two Yandi heroes were blind to each other, and the end was exactly the same, holding their faces with their hands, falling to the ground and wailing, trembling all over.

The soldiers of the alliance of vassal states were dumbfounded.

They are not afraid of death, but they don't want to die like this.

These steppe people used their own methods to severely punish their opponents.

Under everyone's breathless gaze, three prairie people, or, three fierce hyenas, stepped forward in a serious manner, one by one, and directly kicked the three wailing heads, ending their embarrassing performance.

When the first duel was over, the ten steppe people sneered and slowly walked out of the dueling arena, flicking their disgusting hoop legs towards their tents.

That's ten wolves, or ten dogs, or ten villains.

Anyway, they're not human at all.

The old general of Yan finally raised his head and stared at the ten grassland people, and he secretly swore in his heart that one day, he would take 100,000 iron horsemen, trample this grassland into white land, and tear those grassland mongrels into pieces.

However, this was just his personal thought, probably just to strengthen his courage, because, shamefully, he found that at some point, his back was a little cold, and cold sweat was slowly oozing from his forehead.

"Prairie people...... Is it a hyena, or a wolf? The old general asked himself in a low voice.