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Bu Sowang looked at the midnight that had become a turtle in the urn, his eyes flashed with a cruel light like a cat playing with a mouse, he raised the huge bronze battle axe in his hand, and said generously: "Don't say that I, the first warrior of the Qiang tribe, deceive you, you can choose any weapon that you think is convenient, and I will never stop you!" Let's have a fair duel between men! ”

Midnight looked at the scars on his body, and then looked at Bu Sowang, who stared at him like a hungry wolf and still had a cruel sneer on the corner of his mouth, and scolded wildly in his heart: "Damn, this is also called a fair duel? Why don't you prick yourself with one or two hundred arrows first, and then let your mount, which has already hit the street with its tail cocked, give you a few shots?! ”

Sitting still is by no means Midnight's surname, he quickly patrolled the battlefield, Bussowon's eyes have been staring at Midnight, lest he suddenly play a trick to escape**.

"Ahh

Midnight suddenly let out a shout of excitement, which startled Bussowon, who stared at Bussowang eagerly, and the enthusiasm, concentration, and appreciation in his eyes made Bussowon's whole body jump with goosebumps. Midnight shouted: "Is it that as long as I use it well, you won't stop it with any weapon?" ”

Busowang nodded and exclaimed: "Of course, the first warrior of the Qiang tribe is an upright man, how can he not be trustworthy? ”

Midnight smiled and said, "Okay, I'm going to cut off your thighs, you can't stop it!" I thought about it and realized that your thighs are more comfortable and can be a good weapon. You Bu Sowang is the first warrior of the Qiang tribe, and you are an upright man, of course you will not lose your word and break your word, right? ”

Busowon's eyes couldn't help but widen, among the nomads, the folk customs were fierce and simple, when had he ever seen such a slippery figure in the warrior duel?

If you can't fight the enemy, you should outwit it!

"Hahaha...... Hey, hey, hey...... Howl Howl ......"

Midnight straightened his neck, first learned the flowery face Cao Ying in Peking Opera, and came to a super annihilation smile with accurate bidding standards, and when the laughter was half pierced everyone's eardrums, Midnight suddenly reached out and pinched his throat, and squeezed out a few eunuch-style smirks from his throat. Hearing this kind of weird laughter, the people near midnight were in a huge cold, and even the soldiers who were still fighting in the distance couldn't help but look back at Busowang in the middle of the night.

That's what Midnight wants!

He pointed at Busowang, tore open his naturally loud voice, and shouted: "Look at it, look at it, this one in front of me is the first warrior of the Qiang tribe!" Let's look at this head, let's look at this long, thick and heavy guy in their hands, let's look at his arm that is thicker than my calf, you didn't see it just now, his two arms were so hugged and tightened, and his brother was strangled to death! ”

"He can kill me alive with one punch, a piece of garbage that has been hit by two or three hundred arrows in his body and stabbed one or twenty times! Now this No. 1 Qiang warrior is going to have a fair one-on-one duel with me! Midnight made a whole trembling gesture, deliberately aggravating the word "fairness", he pinched his throat, and screamed in a woman's voice: "I'm really scared!" ”

On the battlefield, there were already people who cast disdainful glances at Busowang, as the first warrior of the Qiang tribe, but he challenged an unarmed opponent who was scarred all over his body, how could he feel like he had fallen into a well.

Midnight shook his hand and shouted: "Don't misunderstand our first warrior of the Qiang tribe, people are still very fair, they can tell me generously, whatever weapon you like, you can take it casually, he will never stop it!" Immediately, I felt a surge of excitement in my heart, why? Because they are worthy of being the first warrior of the Qiang people, the brand is hard and the tone is naturally enough! It is really worth becoming the goal and object of my life, a soldier who has just enlisted in the army for less than ten days! ”

Busowang shouted in his heart that it was not good, but now thousands of pairs of ears were listening carefully to Ao Ziye's speech, he, the first warrior of the Qiang tribe, could not pick up an axe, and with an axe, he would split this unarmed bastard boy who deliberately did not pick up his weapon in half, right?

Midnight said with an innocent face: "I listened to the words of this first warrior of the Qiang tribe, Busowang hero, and believed that it was really looking around, hey, don't say that I really found such a weapon that can barely kill the first warrior of the Qiang tribe, but when I want to take that weapon in my hand and fight him to the death, guess what?" Our first warrior of the Qiang tribe turned his face and denied it! ”

Even the heavy knights of the Qiang tribe cast a quiet glance at Busowang, in the words of the prairie, even if they spit on the ground, they can smash a hole in the ground! The hot-blooded men on the grassland look down on the most untrustworthy men. Busowon's black face was purple, he really wanted to show the true colors of a man who kept his promise in public, but he was not crazy, how could he stretch out his thigh and let Midnight cut it down?

Seeing the corners of Busowon's mouth squirming as if he wanted to say something, Midnight suddenly let out a loud shout that shocked the audience: "Good! ”

Dragging an injured leg to Bussowon, Midnight pointed to his head and shouted: "Okay, anyway, I picked out a weapon for a long time and finally found a weapon that fits, but you broke your promise, but our duel can't go unwanted." I'll use my own hands and this head to meet the axe in your boss's hand, and you'll be able to cut it down. My Ao Ziye's skull is relatively hard, maybe it can really block the heavy slash of one or two axes! ”

Looking at the proud midnight standing in front of him, Bussowang really wanted to cut it down with an axe, originally he was fighting to the death on the battlefield, even if he chopped the opponent who lost his weapon with an axe, it would have been understandable, but the bad thing was that he had just invited Midnight to duel, could he wave the tomahawk in his hand at an unarmed duel opponent who simply sent his head to him in front of everyone?!

When it comes to fighting for their lives on the battlefield, ten proud nights are not Busowon's opponents, but when it comes to scheming and strategy, a hundred Bussowons tied together can't stand up to one proud night!

Busowang has never encountered such an embarrassing situation in his life, he is usually silent, and now he has met Ao Ziye, a master who throws off scoundrels on the battlefield, it is really unreasonable, the hot-blooded men on the prairie believe in solving problems with their fists, but now he was unconsciously squeezed by Ao Ziye to the point that he can't even be justified by his hands.

Midnight suddenly raised his head and looked at the top of his and Busowon's heads in amazement, and exclaimed, "Wow! ”

Bussowang and Midnight were now less than a meter apart, and he was really startled by Midnight's howl, and he couldn't help but raise his head with Midnight, and it was at this moment that he suddenly heard the swift sound of breaking wind. Midnight knew that his fists fighting in the street were not considered vegetarian, but in the face of a super pervert like Bussowon, he was afraid that it would be similar to the embroidered leg of the flower fist, so he simply stretched out two fingers and thrust them into Bussowon's eyes, and then punched Bussowon's throat hard, and finally Midnight raised his still flexible left leg and kicked it fiercely at Bussowon's lower abdomen. In an instant, he played a set of impeccable self-defense skills on Bussowon's body with a split eye, throat lock, and kick little brother women's self-defense skills!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa......"

Bussowang let out a terrible howl, his bloodshot eyes bulging out like dead fish, and he covered his lower abdomen and bent his seven-foot body tightly, looking like a big one that had just been thrown into a pan of oil, jumping up and down, looking indescribably funny.

But midnight was not easy, Busowang endured the severe pain, and slapped Midnight four or five meters away.

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