Even Abiciel was exhausted by this time, and like the other Turchi soldiers, what he craved most was a glass of milk wine and a warm tent. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 But even so, the unique warrior sensitivity of Abicheril made him aware of the danger in the first place.

The other party hid his murderous aura so well that even the battle-hardened Tukchi warriors could hardly detect his presence, but they couldn't hide Abicheril's senses. Abicheril remained silent, just silently observing. Sure enough, this person or men were not stupid enough to go head-to-head with the Tukchi army, they just followed quietly, and Abicheril became more and more sure that their target was himself.

When the night came, the army stopped to rest, and Abichilir closed his eyes a little before eating. When the weary soldiers had fallen asleep, Abichlir had risen. After making sure that his saber was at his waist, Abicheril walked slowly out of the camp, and the night of the steppe was as quiet as the night of a thousand years ago. Abicilir stepped on the grass, seemingly walking aimlessly, but in reality his goal was clear.

"Are you going to keep hiding? Then you'll miss the opportunity. Abicialir said coldly.

"It's really worthy of the Great Khan of Tuqi, it seems that I miscalculated." It was a young voice that responded.

Through the faint moonlight, Abicheril saw a young figure. This was unexpected, because Abicil didn't expect that there would be only one person on the other side. Or maybe there's someone else lurking nearby? Abiciel took a closer look, and there should be no one else. A teenager dares to openly challenge himself, which can be regarded as commendable courage, and this teenager's martial arts are definitely not weak.

By this time, the boy had come closer, and Abicialir noticed that the boy was fair-skinned, with a high nose bridge, and curly light brown hair, and was obviously from the Western Regions.

"Boy, your actions are unplanned, but your courage is commendable. Leave your name before you die, at least Ben Khan won't let your name go unnoticed. ”

The young man gently pulled out a soft sword from behind his waist and said coldly: "My real name is Ambahu Kenarduhan, and my current name is Flying Feather Wolf!" Remember my name before you die! ”

Abicheril drew his saber halfway through hearing this, for he had already sensed a strong murderous aura erupting from the boy's body. Because of this, he was able to block the boy's first sword.

This sword shocked Abicheril's heart: this young man named Flying Feather Wolf shot almost as fast as he had ever seen in his life! And the ferocity of his sword is also breathtaking, this young man is not inferior to the masters he has encountered in his life.

In the blink of an eye, the Flying Feather Wolf had already attacked more than forty swords, and this stormy attack made Abichilir completely unable to fight back, just a simple parry. However, at this time, Abicialir had gradually adapted to the speed of the other party, and although he still held on, it was no longer as dangerous as he was at the beginning.

"Well done, boy. You have such swordsmanship at your age, if it weren't for my enemies, I would consider making you a king. ”

"Shut up! Who scarces your status money! You've killed all my people, and I'm already cheap for you to let you die now! The Flying Feather Wolf said angrily.

Abicheril secretly rejoiced in his heart: although this young man's martial arts are high, but he is very lacking in actual combat experience, and his simple words of teasing make him angry, and once the young man is angry, the sword in his hand becomes more than strong and less agile. As long as you look for a good opportunity, you must be the winner in the end.

"Don't be angry, Ben Khan has always loved talents, and if your people are as good as you, Ben Khan will definitely not kill them all, but will treat them with great courtesy. You have such a skill, as long as you let go of the hatred in your heart, glory and wealth are at your fingertips. Abicialir continued to stir up teenagers.

The flying feather wolf no longer answered, but the sword in his hand became faster and faster, and there were more and more flaws. Abicil saw the timing and unleashed his first counterattack since the start of the fight.

The feathered wolf's chest was cut with a long opening, and although it was not deep, it was also fleshy. He jumped a few feet out of the way to regain his position, how could Abicialir allow him this opportunity? It has long been followed up quickly to launch a counterattack. This time the situation was reversed, and it became Abichelier attacking and flying feathered wolf defending. Abichelier sensed that the Flying Feather Wolf had apparently come to his senses after being counterattacked by the Dao, and his defenses were watertight and flawless. However, judging by the wound on his chest, it would not be long before he became sluggish from excessive blood loss, and victory was only a matter of time.

However, at this moment, a strong gust of wind slashed, and a stone struck Abicheril's saber! The force of this blow was so great that even Abicheril could barely hold the saber in his hand, but fortunately, he reacted in time and turned half a circle to defuse the strength of this blow so that the saber would not break.

This feeling immediately reminded Abichel of who this person was, this was the person who had infiltrated Dragon City! That was the only master in his life who felt that he had no chance of winning, and if he also came to get involved, he would have no reason to survive today.

At this time, the flying feather wolf also stopped the sword in his hand and said, "Master! ”

"You've already lost, and in fifty moves you'll be killed by the other party! I said you weren't hot enough, but you didn't believe it, and you still don't believe it? A voice came from the southwest corner, but Abicielil's eyes could not discern its lurking position, and he could only judge the general direction from the sound.

Hearing this, the flying feather wolf lowered his head like a deflated ball: "Yes! The master taught him that the apprentice was in too much of a hurry. ”

"Then come back with me! I've wasted a few more months for you! ”

"Yes, Master." The Flying Feather Wolf obediently retracted the soft sword into its sheath and walked in the direction of the sound, without even looking at Abcilil.

"Abicheril, you are the target of my apprentice, and your head will be in his pocket sooner or later. But until then, you need to keep your head safe from anyone else. The voice said faintly.

Abicheril froze in place, he knew that if the other party did it himself, he would not be able to win no matter what, and tonight he would be spared thanks to his apprentice, but if this person was allowed to teach the Flying Feather Wolf, would he still be the opponent of the Flying Feather Wolf in a few years? It was the first time in Abicheril's life that he felt threatened. (To be continued.) )