"What a place to be!"

Luo Hu's ridicule did not make Yang Shuang despair, but grinned in admiration.

Because he suddenly found that this fierce enemy had no weapon in hand, only a longbow with no arrows to use!

Yes.

In the battle of the ancient city of Hecang, this guy was almost capsized in the gutter by the shipwreck, but fortunately, his subordinates desperately blocked the crossbow arrows for him, and he escaped.

The loss of qi and blood is serious, how can you still have the strength to take away more than 100 catties of fine iron spears!

Later, it is said that he was taken by Sta and forged an iron shield.

Looking at Luo Hu, who was walking slowly empty-handed, Yang Shuang clenched the handle of the knife, and suddenly had a plan in his heart.

A handy weapon can bring qualitative changes to generals.

The best example of this is Dian Wei!

In the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, the force can be called a must, driving the tiger across the stream, setting the flagpole with one hand, and the folk legend is the third, but he can't bear Hu Che'er to steal the double halberd, and died tragically in front of the widow's gate.

A Turkic barbarian, without weapons, what else will he have?

Brute force?

Don't forget, we're born with divine powers!

Rahu doesn't seem to be in a hurry to do it.

Although his eyes were full of vigilance, when he saw the blood spilled on the ground due to arrow wounds, he was more sneering!

"General Sui, do you know that I have been running back and forth for months just to find you?"

"The sentence 'I'm waiting for you in Dunhuang' can make it easy for me to find!"

Whether it is a decent person or a villain, Yang Shuang's most annoying thing is that when he is about to end the enemy's life, he has to give the opponent a chance to flop.

Just like now!

The two were three meters apart, and Rahu stood with his hands in his hands, looking up at the sky with a contemptuous expression.

It turns out that the ancients also pretended to be x!

Yang Shuang was indignant in his heart, his face turned pale, and he pulled the linen shirt without a trace, but it affected the wound on his back, and the red liquid spilled again.

Rahu's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled.

"Throw away your weapons, go back with this set and be a loyal slave, destroy the Great Sui in the future, encroach on the Central Plains, and maybe reward you with thousands of people!"

"Bang Bang ······"

Yang Shuang was about to say something, but he rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

"Tsk, what a shit! I thought it was a tough guy, but I never thought about it, but it was an embroidered pillow, which was useless! Luo Hu sneered, raised his foot and kicked away the sword, and reached out to grab Yang Shuang's throat.

Even if the enemy is dead, make up for it!

This is the embodiment of Turkic ferocity, either as a slave or as a corpse.

However, Rahu's five fingers, like eagle claws, had just reached halfway when the people below suddenly opened their eyes.

Yang Shuang was waiting for this moment.

With a sword in hand, it does have an advantage.

But what I'm best at is not a sword, but close combat!

No matter how sharp the sword moves are, against the ancients who are good at cold weapons, it is tantamount to attacking their own strengths with their own shortcomings!

Must be close to the fight!

Have an unlimited fight!

The combat strength of the two is almost the same, only there is a gap in strength, as for skills, Yang Shuang will not think that Luo Hu has restraint skills for military body boxing.

Reaching out and grabbing the five fingers that were about to choke his throat, he clenched his mouth and flipped his wrists.

"Gaba ·····" At least three crunchy sounds, like thugs flaunting their might on the streets, pinching their fingers and snapping.

Yang Shuang kept moving, raised his elbow and punched, hitting the opponent's ribs at the same time, his thick right leg swept and put him to the ground.

Rahu was not without vigilance, but the mutation happened too quickly, leaving him no time to react. When the other party opened his eyes, his fingers were already broken.

Enduring the severe pain, Luo Hu wanted to turn over and dodge, ready to distance himself from the bald head, but found that the legs of the two had been twisted together!

"General Sui, you're looking for death!!"

"Then let's see who dies first!!"

Ignoring the threat, Yang Shuang shouted loudly and stuck his fingers into the other party's eyes.

Rahu was furious, and wanted to grab his fingers, so that the other party could also taste what it means to have five fingers and heartache.

It's a pity that Yang Shuang just shook a shot, bent his fingers into a fist, smashed open the palm he grabbed, and slammed into the wide-mouthed square nose that was close at hand.

"Bang ······"

Melee combat is not about moves, but about being fast, accurate, ruthless, and steady!

Fast, quick eyes, fast hands!

Accurate, one hit will be a hit!

Ruthless, deadly!

Steady, no waves!

"Bang ......"

In close combat, either the whole process is suppressed, or the enemy loses 1,000 and self-inflicts 800.

The combat strength of the two is almost the same, and Yang Shuang can only rely on the experience of his previous life and rely on his huge strength to strike again and again.

But he wasn't much better.

The strong physique makes the back muscles like a dragon, and the tightness of the skin and flesh can indeed bring unparalleled strength, but the arrow wound is like a volcanic breakthrough, and the moment of force, the skin and flesh are cracked, and the blood surges.

"Drink ......"

Aiming at Luo Hu's temple and slamming again, Yang Shuang reluctantly found that because of the back injury, this strength was no different from that of ordinary people, and it could not cause substantial damage to the enemy of the same combat power at all.

Luo Hu, who was half-dead and almost disabled, saw the opportunity and quickly broke away from the battle circle, wanting to find the war knife, but found that it was already held in Yang Shuang's hand.

"Fennel, Haas, Haas is lame and has no place to die!"

The originally handsome big face was already swollen like a pig's head, and even the words blurted out became vague compared to the two of them before. The killing intent in Rahu's eyes was even stronger, but he was extremely jealous.

"Haha, waste, with this little injury, I can't even speak clearly! Then Lao Tzu will tell you, playing melee, you are scum! ”

The cracked wound made Yang Shuang no longer have combat power.

Moreover, he suddenly discovered that after the uncertainties were invested in the system, with the fierce battle and different degrees of injury, the combat power of the two was gradually declining!

General Soul - Yang Shuang, seriously injured, combat power 15.

Ashina Rahu, seriously wounded, combat power 25.

The system that killed the dog seems to be more humane.

"Come on, waste, full of blood will be crippled by Lao Tzu!"

When Luo Hu heard this, although he didn't understand it, he also knew that it was not a good word, his eyes flashed, he carefully tightened his fingers with a strip of cloth, turned over and got on his horse, "In the future, I will kill you!" ”

"Huh!"

Yang Shuang sneered, "It seems that last time, someone was so wildly talking!" ”

Rahu said no more, patted the horse's head, and turned to the north.

Holding the sword, Yang Shuang closed his eyes and recuperated, endured dizziness, tried his back to the sun, and stood still.

Sure enough, in less than half a moment, there was a sound of horses' hooves in the north!

"Cancel the Soul!"

Degrading the soul combat power to 15 points is no longer comparable to itself.

Although this can't alleviate the injury, it is enough to deal with Rahu with the same combat power and make a charge!

That's right!

The one who came was indeed Rahu!

He was lying on his horse's back, flailing his whip frantically, and the horse was galloping on all fours, and the speed was very fast. He seemed to want to use this method to directly kill the monk in front of him, who made him disgraced twice!

"Driving !!"

Yang Shuang gritted his teeth and placed the battle knife diagonally beside him.

Without the blessing of the soul, and without the innate divine power, it is really difficult to dance this iron guy weighing more than 100 catties.

Coupled with the arrow wound that cracked in the back, it was already very good to be able to shake it.

Even so, though, it's enough.

As long as the horse's leg is cut off and Rahuzhi falls off the horse, he will definitely be able to fall to death!

"Kill !!"