ps: There is a mistake in the previous article, it is Lu Xiaobu who fights generals, not Lu Xiaobu, thanks to the book friend troyseven for the reminder.

The body begins:

After coming to this world for more than two years, Yang Shuang has already honed a pair of tricks and learned a unique set of people-watching skills.

Whether the enemy will be fierce or not is not in his clothing, weapons, and body, but in his spirit, energy, and spirit!

This general is completely different from the top three and burly men.

Although the body is a little weak, only the bronze mirror is used to protect the chest, but the fierce breath ripples the audience, and a long spear in his hand is clenched in his hand, not shaking, not trembling, not shaking, as stable as a sculpture.

The war horse under the crotch is white and gray, and the black hooves and black mane are tall and mighty, without guessing, Yang Shuang knows that this is the legendary Qinghai Skull, a mutated breed of the Persian horse.

"Come back!"

Although Lu Xiaobu fused with the soul of the Yuwen Xin general, after all, he only tempered three battles, and it is estimated that he could not even activate his fighting spirit, and he was definitely not Murong Yong's opponent.

After roaring, Yang Shuang hurriedly drove forward, ready to answer.

It's a pity that Lu Xiaobu, who has won three games in a row and is in the midst of excitement, has returned to his original unruliness, which will remind him to listen to it.

When he mentioned Fang Tian's halberd, he didn't say anything, slapped the horse forward, and stabbed straight at Murong Yong.

The latter stood still, raised his gun and swept across, and the barrel of the cobble-egg-thick gun slammed into Fang Tian's head with a whimper.

Bang!

The moment of contact, Lu Xiaobu's arm shook, and the sound of bone dislocation was endless, and then the barrel of the gun broke, and the halberd head flew sideways, deeply embedded in the soil and rocks on the side of the canyon.

Burst!

As if he was slow to react, the sound and dust settled, and Lu Xiaobu, who was sitting on the war horse, spit out a mouthful of blood and lay on the horse's back with a depressed expression.

Yang Shuang, who had already rushed up, stretched out his hand to pick it up, and while guarding against Murong Yong's sneak attack, he threw Lu Xiaobu into his own military formation.

"Where is the Grand Governor? This king has heard the name of the king of horses for a long time, and I wonder if he is fortunate to meet him face to face today? Murong Yong didn't seem to care at all that the enemy was saved, but instead picked up his spear, sat lazily on horseback and chuckled.

Riding the horse and turning, Yang Shuang clenched the sword and shield, because this time he walked in the Longmen Canyon, there were several terrains that were not suitable for brute cattle to pass by, so he changed his mount.

The two had never met, and Murong Yong naturally didn't know his true face.

"Ben General Yang Lin, the vanguard under the command of the Governor of the Western Regions, if you want to see my general, it is easy to get off the horse and surrender, Ben will take you with me!"

"Huh!" Murong Yong sneered, lifted his spear and pointed at it, "The tone is not small, it depends on whether you have the ability to let this king get off the horse and surrender!" ”

"Drive!"

Almost at the same time, the two of them clamped their legs between the horse's belly, and the war horse rushed.

Yang Shuang carried a shield on his left shoulder and met the head of the spear.

Bang!

The moment his body tilted along the impact, his right hand slashed the horse and slashed Murong Yong's shoulder.

The latter did not show weakness, and the big iron spear of up to two hundred catties was behind him, and he forcibly blocked a slash.

While!

The two staggered.

Yang Shuang fixed the shield with a smile on his face, interesting!

Unexpectedly, Tuyuhun also has the same existence as Zhang Xutuo, although one is young and the other is in the prime of life.

Murong Yong flicked the spear lightly, moved his numb wrist, and exclaimed: "I can't imagine that all the brave men under the command of the Horse Thief King have such divine power, which is rare in the world!" ”

"Hey! Lao Tzu only used two percent of his strength, and you still sighed? ”

"Drive!"

After a conversation, the two stopped talking nonsense and greeted each other.

Just when the two were more than ten meters apart, Yang Shuang's left arm waved, and the battle shield with five meters in one meter was instantly skimmed out.

Murong Yong was taken aback, and was about to raise his gun to block, but saw that the rotating shield was actually withdrawn again.

In a moment, the sword of the war horse was already printed on the barrel of the gun.

While!

A huge force came, and Murong Yong suddenly broke away from the horse's back and flew backwards in a daze.

But when he looked up to see what was happening, despite the pain in his arm, he held the spear again in front of him.

I saw Yang Shuang suddenly jump into the air and rush across with a battle shield.

Shield top! Bang!

Shield Strike! Bang!

Shield quake, tremble, tremble! Bang bang bang!

Five shoulder collisions in a row, from mid-air to the ground, Murong Yong pushed more than ten steps in a row before he stabilized his figure.

It's a pity that Yang Shuang didn't give this beatable big guy the slightest chance at all, and sent his left hand forward, clamping the gun with his battle shield and arm, and slashing the horse diagonally again with his right hand!

Murong Yong was shocked, and hurriedly turned around to avoid it, but unfortunately a heavy knee lift below had been imprinted in the center of his crotch.

However, to Yang Shuang's astonishment, the other party ignored it, snatched the iron spear, and rushed towards the war horse.

What the heck?

Even if it is a eunuch, if he is hit in the crotch, it is impossible to be unharmed!

"Big brother, this guy is very likely wearing iron pants! Look at your legs! Lu Xiaobu, who had recovered a little, shouted loudly.

Yang Shuang aimed at his knees, and the originally intact knee pads between them were already pitted!

Big grass in the nest!

At this time, Murong Yong had already jumped on the war horse, and the big iron spear was raised, and he rushed quickly.

"Die!"

was almost taken away by a set of combat skills, Murong Yong's anger in his heart can be imagined, this time not only did he shoot extremely fast, but also cleanly, pointing directly at Yang Shuang's head.

Yang Shuang didn't dare to be sloppy, although this person's strength was not as good as his own, it was not trivial!

When the spear head was approaching, the battle shield slammed into the ground, and the whole person retracted behind it, shoulders against knees, and tilted at a forty-five degree angle.

Bang!

The spear stabbed in the center of the shield and flew out at an angle.

Yang Shuang got up suddenly, slammed his shoulder shield into the galloping horse's buttocks, and slashed the horse with his right hand from behind in an arc trajectory and swept towards the horse's head.

Bang!

While!

The war horse fell to the ground with a sigh, and Murong Yong on horseback blocked his side with a spear, but was blown away by Yang Shuang's full force for more than ten steps.

Without waiting for him to stand firm, Yang Shuang's battle shield approached again.

Murong Yong's hands were almost out of strength, how could he dare to resist, dragged the spear and ran to the side of the canyon.

The corners of Yang Shuang's mouth curled.

When he came to the Sui and Tang Dynasties, he was not afraid of hard encounters, let alone intrigues, all he was worried about was dragging the knife and returning the horse pistol, as well as the trump card!

The fierce generals who died in these three moves were all far superior to the former, but they were still aggrieved and hit, which shows that these three things are extraordinary.

Looking at Murong Yong's posture, the top ten are ready to take a return shot!

Yang Shuang's left shoulder shook, and the chain hanging on the hidden buckle suddenly fell off, and the right hand to chop the horse was Tizai's chest.

Twenty steps!

Fifteen steps!

Ten steps!

Approaching the mountain on the side of the canyon, Murong Yong accelerated his sprint speed again, and immediately stepped on the wall with his right foot, climbed two steps on the mountain, picked up the spear and turned over and fell.

With an unparalleled momentum, the heavy spear stabbed at the people below.

Yang Shuang was not afraid, leaned back, stomped on the root of the mountain, and then the shield came out.

Whoa!

Bang!

Murong Yong didn't expect the other party to react so quickly, and before the spear could stab halfway, he was hit by the shield!

However, this does not end there.

The shaking chains swayed like poisonous snakes, instantly wrapped around the barrel of the gun, and then followed the shield to rise, arms, heads, chest and abdomen!

With the help of the power from his footsteps, Yang Shuang slid backwards for several meters, clubbed the ground with a knife shaft, and stood up suddenly.

But he didn't stop, but pulled the chains and galloped towards the military formation.

Murong Yong, who was bound by chains in the back, was stunned, fell to the ground with a bang, and before he could roar, he was dragged forward and sliding.

He was captured alive!