"Bah, grandson, who are you calling?!"

After quickly reviewing Lao Hei's advice, Yang Shuang drove the horse forward and shouted loudly!

"That's you!" Murong Xin also seemed to see who the soldiers and horses of the Western Regions were the generals, and jumped off the city wall with a Xuanshui gun in his hand.

Yang Shuang's eyes narrowed, and he shook his hand and spilled a handful of thistle.

Silly short, look at how you land!

Murong Xin, who was still in mid-air, bulged his eyeballs, and hurriedly leaned back with the barrel of the gun, slammed the city wall, and moved his body several meters horizontally, which was able to avoid the murder weapon that could pierce the soles of his shoes.

"Shameless !!"

Murong Xin wiped his forehead, wiped away the cold sweat that broke out, and was about to continue to speak, but he felt a burst of breaking air in front of him.

Woohoo!

In the distance, the abominable bald head somehow put away his sword and shield, set up a longbow, and flicked his fingers, and the feathered arrows that were almost connected in a straight line shot out.

Murong Xin didn't care about the spear dance like a turn, his footsteps moved, and he killed the initiator directly.

And looking at the opponent who is like Sun Monkey playing with a golden hoop stick, splashing the water of the spear dance and impenetrable to the wind, Yang Shuang also understands why the other party is not afraid of bows and arrows.

"Wait!"

When Murong Xin stepped within ten meters, Yang Shuang raised his hand to stop his momentum.

"What?!"

Murong Xin did not suspect that there was fraud, and stopped in place with a puzzled face.

Yang Shuang hung up the longbow and took out the sword and shield, the sword and shield touched each other, and let out a soft sound, "It's okay!" ”

“”

Murong Xin was furious and was about to open his legs, but he heard the hateful bald head speak again.

"Stop!"

"What else to do?!"

"Don't you know, old fellow, that you need to ride a horse before the battle? What are you doing barefoot? Let others know, don't you think I, Yang Shuang, bullied you? ”

"Yang Shuang? Horse Thief? Murong Xin was slightly stunned, and then the light in his eyes flashed, "Kill!" ”

The Xuanshui gun is powerful and heavy, and the head of the gun comes and goes like the wind, not gorgeous, but very imposing!

He is worthy of a fierce general!

Yang Shuang lifted the shield and jumped off the war horse, and the long knife in his hand slashed the horse and split Huashan.

Rumble!

The spear pierced the air, slashing the horse to the ground, leaving a ravine, and at the same time, raising a large cloud of smoke and dust.

The two staggered their footsteps, and exchanged hands more than a dozen times in a few breaths.

Murong Xin: Combat power 97, fighting spirit, Beiba gun, invincible in a hundred battles, more courageous and bloodthirsty!

Yang Shuang found that out of the range of Turkic invasion, the more east he went, the more fierce generals he encountered.

Moreover, the closer you get to the top of the big forces, the more skills you have.

If this is speculated, it is estimated that most of the combat skills are controlled in the hands of the family gate valve!

But when you calculate it this way, it seems that something is wrong.

These high-power generals have not left their names in history, how will those heroes of troubled times come forward in the future?

Is there still a high-level existence?

Bite!

Shield top, shield shock, shield flying, chopping horses and slashing thorns.

Murong Xin seemed to have encountered an opponent using a sword and shield for the first time, or because Yang Shuang was born with divine power, his defense was like a turtle shell, and he was forced to retreat again and again, and finally came to the city wall.

Yang Shuang was in good spirits, his left arm swayed, and the battle shield slapped again.

Murong Xin miserably avoided it, but he didn't dodge the battle shield that hit the rammed earth wall and bombarded the splashed earth and stones.

At this moment, Yang Shuang arrived first, and then raised his leg and hit him with a knee.

Rumble!

Two deep pits were exposed in the city wall, and both men retreated several meters at the same time.

Yang Shuang didn't use his combat skills, but Murong Xin, who shot again and again, but was overwhelmed everywhere, was not red or panting, and even the battle intent in his eyes was even worse.

Could it be that the more you fight, the more courageous it works?

As soon as his mind came up, Murong Xin's Xuanshui Gun swept over.

Jingle Bell!

The two warbands moved from the city to a small forest a hundred meters away, and then walked around a hill to reach the edge of the West Sea Lake.

Yang Shuang was secretly vigilant in his heart, and held the battle shield tightly to guard against it.

Murong Xin seemed to be a little excited, with his physical strength, he fought fiercely for half an hour, but he was not tired.

In late autumn, the West Sea in the early morning was shrouded in a thick fog, and the two could only see more than ten meters, and the rest of the place was white.

The lake was cold, there was no sand on the shore, and the two of them entered the water with sticky feet and mud.

"Phew! Old guy, you don't want Lao Tzu to commit suicide by throwing himself into the water with you, right? ”

"Hey! Little doll, I guess you don't know the details of Grandpa's Megatron! Murong Xin's face was full of recollections, but his hands were non-stop, and the jet-black spear stabbed, picked, pumped, and lifted, and a scoop of lake water followed.

Yang Shuang's face turned dark, and he hurriedly retreated.

The water splashes block the view, and the water of Qinghai Lake is slightly salty, if it collapses into the eyes, it is estimated that it will be very uncomfortable!

It's a pity that Murong Xin, who has long been calculating and can make perfect with practice, will not let go of his home field.

The tip of the spear swept across the water, and the water splashed up and down with the trajectory of the spear.

The tail of the gun slapped and picked up countless droplets.

The black spear reflected the transparent liquid, refracting countless black bright lights, like sharp spear tips!

Yang Shuang was cowardly in his heart.

No wonder this gun is called a water gun!

What a pit daddy for old black!

In fact, Yang Shuang didn't know that most of the battles between the Dunhuang Warlord and Murong Xin were in the desert, and Yangguan was dozens of miles away from the Dang River, and the two would not go there to fight.

Coupled with the Tuyuhun authorities, Murong Kualu was jealous of Murong Xin's achievements and covered up the battle of Fu Qi City.

Because of this, the Dunhuang Warlord didn't know the details of Murong Xin's fame battle at all!

Bang!

Yang Shuang rushed to respond to all changes with the same change, blocking all the water droplets with a wide shield, but he couldn't withstand the underwater sneak attack.

The barrel of the gun struck the heavy boot, and the metal shaft of the boot immediately deformed.

Yang Shuang endured the pain, kicked his combat boots away, and quickly retreated with his bare feet.

Murong Xin chased after him, chasing and fleeing, and the two ran wildly along the lake for several miles.

How big is Qinghai Lake?

It is very large, so big that you can't see the edge at a glance, and this is not a miniature version of the future, but close to the original, the largest inland lake in China with a circumference of thousands of miles!

"Old fellow, your city is lost, chase me with a bird!" Yang Shuang has the intention to try to remove the armor of the overlord, but he is afraid that this guy's characteristics will become more and more courageous, if he can't fight for a long time and enters the weak period of the overlord's armor removal, it is estimated that he will be captured alive!

He also wanted to get out of the lake, but there was a lot of fog around him, and he couldn't tell the direction at all.

The two kept fighting, even if they wanted to land on the shore with the level of water, Murong Xin would quickly force him down.

It's so clingy!

"Little doll, surrender, retire, grandpa promised to let you go, as long as you don't enter Tuyuhun again! By the way, give me a few more villain books! ”

"Fart, Lao Tzu is high-spirited, how can he surrender? Moreover, Murong Sanzhu lost his soldiers and generals, do you still have soldiers and horses to resist us? Even if there are only 2,000 people, believe it or not, in three days, they will definitely approach Fu Qi City! ”

"In that case, then you're welcome!" Murong Xin's face was serious, and the speed of the dancing spear changed and became extremely slow.

Yang Shuang's expression froze, and the three words Tai Chi Gun almost blurted out.

But it's not really slow, it's an afterimage left by extreme speed!

I can't keep up with my eyes!

Yang Shuang hurriedly put on the shield, but the spear without the slightest drop of water was extremely fast, and before he could see the trajectory of movement, the spearhead had already pierced his left shoulder.

Crash!

The shoulder armor was torn apart, and a string of blood burst out.

Murong Xin's hand stopped shooting, and with a strange momentum, the spear was not withdrawn, but the head of the spear stabbed Yang Shuang's right shoulder again.

"Sweep the northern frontier!"

The sound that could almost shake the surface of the lake suddenly rose, and the spear was withdrawn, slamming it on the battle shield before the injured Yang Shuang had time to retreat.

Bang!

Like a cannonball, a figure flew straight up to the shore of the lake, broke a willow tree with a crooked neck, and fell to the ground.

And Murong Xin, who was standing in the lake, had a calm face, as if he was reminiscing about the past, and was silent for a moment, and then turned around and walked into the fog.