Although Ye Li Geshu was violent, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat in the face of the pressure given to him by the black slaves.

"Wild Ligos! You've won the first game, so this one will be the general, you can't let everyone just watch you perform alone, right? ”

As soon as Luo Tong saw Ye Li Geshu's expression, he knew that he was already timid before he fought, and hurriedly called him down.

Ye Li Geshu knew that he was not the opponent of the black slaves, so he was not polite at the moment, and turned his horse's head and returned to the team.

Luo Tong hit his horse and greeted him, and said to the black slave with a smile: "Are you a human or a demon, or a bear, can you understand what your master says?" ”

The black slave just opened a pair of eyes, hehehe, he smiled strangely, and his fierce appearance was revealed, but he was still thinking about it in his heart, the deliciousness of people's hearts, and he couldn't help but smile strangely, and he couldn't understand what Luo Tong was saying at all.

"Black slaves! He's calling you a bear and going up and hitting him. Ka Qinling said to the black slaves in the Tibetan dialect.

"Wow! Wow! Wow! ......" the black slave screamed in annoyance, and rushed forward with his horse.

Luo Tong used Luo's marksmanship and started a fight with the black slaves.

Luo Tong tried to make a few moves with the other party, and he saw that the black slave had a terrible brute force, but his reaction was not flexible enough, so it was not appropriate to fight with him, and he could only outwit him.

There is no rule at all in the fight of black slaves, wielding a pair of sledgehammers is smashing, smashing left, smashing right, as long as it is smashed, it is definitely earned.

So when you fight against this kind of person who wins by brute force, you must first ensure that you don't let the opponent's sledgehammer fall on you, otherwise, as long as you are smashed by the opponent, don't say that you want to win the opponent, you are lucky to be alive.

When the black slave saw that Luo Tong was always walking around him, he just refused to stop and fight with him, and he couldn't help but scream angrily and angrily.

And Luo Tong controlled the speed, so that the black slave was always a little short of catching up with him.

From time to time, Luo Tong would turn back and give the black slave a shot, but he was always blocked by the black good with a hammer, and the tip of the spear stabbed on the sledgehammer, colliding with dazzling sparks.

The black slave became more and more manic, and this kind of fighting made the black slave feel very angry, he hated the horse he was riding, why couldn't he be faster?

This accident happened, and the black slave probably forgot how heavy the sledgehammer was in his hand, and it smashed on the horse.

The horse ridden by the black slave, although it was also a good horse, could not bear it, and the black slave's heavy hammer directly knelt down on his hind legs and threw the black slave to the ground.

God-given opportunity, the black slave himself wanted to find death, how could Luo Tong let go of this opportunity, turned the horse's head, and brushed the brush to use the exquisite Luo family's marksmanship of the deadly serial gun.

The black slave was suddenly thrown off his horse by his mount, and was lying on all fours on the ground, just sitting up, and when he wanted to continue to stand up, Luo Tong's deadly serial gun stabbed him.

The black slave dodged the second shot, and the last shot killed him, he couldn't dodge it if he wanted to, and was stabbed by Luo Tong with a shot.

The black slave kept his eyes open until he died, and refused to close them, and if he could still speak, he would have pointed at Luo Tong very carelessly and said, "How can you cheat?" I haven't even gotten up from the ground when you stab people with a gun. ”

Ka Qinling almost vomited blood in anger, his intestines were repentant, and the black slave he had high hopes for was killed so simply.

Knowing this, he would not have sent a black slave to fight alone, with the bravery of a black slave, it seems that he should be more suitable for charging into battle, so that he can kill people happily, rather than fighting wits and courage with people here.

Ka Qinling regretted it a lot, and at this time he could only go out to face the battle, in his opinion, Luo Tong only won by tricks, and his strength may not be so awesome, if he fights with real swords and guns, he will definitely not be the opponent of the black slaves.

It's just that Ka Qinling seems to have deliberately forgotten that when he surrendered the black slaves for his own use, he didn't rely on himself to use real swords and real guns, and he who won the black slaves also used stratagems and outwitted them.

"You are not from the Subi country, nor are you from the Zhuqiang tribe, you are from the Tang Dynasty, aren't you?"

Kaqinling is not stupid, the people of the Zhuqiang tribe speak not much different from Tubo, and Luo Tong speaks a Chinese dialect, not from the Tang Dynasty, where is he from?

"The dog emperor of the Tang Dynasty, killed my whole family, he will not change his name, he will not change his surname, his surname is Luo, and his single name is a common word, he is the grandson of Luo Yi, the former king of Yanjun in the Tang Dynasty.

Now under the account of the queen of the Subi country, the deputy marshal of the Subi Restoration Army is also, who are you? Report your name, your grandfather Luo's gun will not kill the nameless. ”

Luo Tong said loudly, he didn't want to hide his head and tail, and when he saw that the other party doubted his identity, he simply said clearly.

"I see, this general is the generalissimo of the Tubo State of Soldiers and Horses Ka Qinling, the Tang Dynasty is our friend of Tubo, and the Tang Emperor is about to become the father-in-law of our Tubo Zanpu, since you are a prisoner of the Tang Dynasty, then this commander will arrest you and send you to Chang'an, and the Tang Emperor will dispose of it!"

After Ka Qinling finished speaking, he took the initiative to urge the horse forward, and the meteor hammer smashed into Luo Tong's chest.

After Luo Tong dodged, the silver spear in his hand swept and swept on the chain of the meteor hammer.

The meteor hammer circled around the silver spear, wrapped around the silver spear, and the two of them each pulled back, not giving in to each other.

At this time, the competition is not only the strength of both sides, but also the endurance of both sides, if anyone can't hold on, the weapons in their hands will become the enemy's trophies.

Not to mention the loss of the weapon in your hand, what will be the consequences? As a military general, the weapon is your soul, and your own weapon can't protect it, are you embarrassed to say how much harm you have?

So both of them are fighting, not only because they can't let go, but because they can't be taken away by each other.

Ka Qin Ling's strength is amazing, but although Luo Tong is not very old, in terms of the force he has trained since he was a child, even the bears and tigers in the mountains have to avoid him when they see him, and they are not weak at all compared to Ka Qin Ling.

The force of the two can be said to be half a catty against eight taels, there is no difference, and with the fierce force of Ka Qinling, the meteor hammer was pulled a few points closer by him.

As soon as Luo Tong exerted his strength, Yin Bao dragged the meteor hammer and moved a few points closer to Luo Tong's side?

The chain that was tied to the meteor hammer was rattled by the two of them, and if it was pulled a few more times, it would break if it didn't work.

Ka Qinling was secretly anxious in his heart, this iron chain section, he was equivalent to losing, but he must not lose, as the generalissimo of the soldiers and horses of the Tubo country, he actually lost to a little-known young man, and the morale of the Tubo army was a very huge blow.

Ka Qinling let out a loud snort, bringing out his best potential, and this time, the Meteor Hammer was getting closer and closer to him, much closer than any previous force.

Seeing that victory was in sight, Ka Qinling's spirit was greatly lifted, and he shouted again, and began to continue to exert force, wanting to suppress the opponent in strength in one go.

Luo Tong's face was red because of the continuous exertion, and sweat soaked his white clothes.

Because of the sweat on his hands, he grabbed the barrel of the silver gun, and he began to slip, and the silver gun was slowly sliding out, and if he didn't think about it, the gun in his hand would come out.

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