At this moment, there was some hustle and bustle in the wind, with spring like a knife, gently swinging the lower corners of Xu Zhong and Kou Ziling's clothes. The two of them were as heavy as water, and waiting could not bring any anxiety to the two of them for a long time, and some only had indifference and deeper eagerness.

There is wind here, and there should be sand and dust from the wind, but unfortunately, there is nothing. There is no wind and sand that blocks people's vision, there is no clear vision after a moment, and there is no sudden appearance of sword light and sword shadows, which is a little different from the scene that Xu Zhong and Kou Ziling were looking forward to.

Just when the two of them were trying to build the scene of the rivers and lakes in their imagination, they were unguarded, and from behind them, there was a scolding.

"Get out of the way, what are you doing in the way? Two fools! ”

A carriage full of goods stopped behind Xu Zhong and Kou Ziling, no doubt blocked in their way, and if they tried to pass, they could only run over the two of them, or curse them away. So the groom who was driving opened his throat and scolded Xu Zhong and Kou Ziling.

Stunned for a moment, Xu Zhong and Kou Ziling glanced at each other and made way of a road for carriages to drive. They did not have the urge to teach the coachman a lesson, partly because the coachman did not scold him very badly, and partly because they had no desire to defeat or kill such an ordinary man.

There is not the slightest desire to fight.

The sound of horses' hooves came from the city gate, and little by little the sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, as if they were stepping on the heart.

"Coming?" Xu Zhong raised his eyes and looked at the knight who was galloping in their direction, his right hand holding the hilt of the long knife at his waist.

When he wasn't completely sure, Xu Zhong wouldn't draw his sword, especially a sheathed weapon like a sword. When it is not unsheathed, it is actually the most powerful and threatening time. Therefore, Xu Zhong will not make a knife easily, especially in this kind of situation where even the enemy is not completely certain, and making a knife at will is tantamount to giving up the initiative.

Unchanged, ever-changing, that is, the state of the sword still in the sheath.

Kou Ziling's eyes narrowed, and his eyes became sharp and dangerous. He is different from Xu Zhong, his hands are weapons, and he can shoot directly if he wants to, and he does not have the same concerns as Xu Zhong. The whole person had already entered a state of approaching battle, a mode of hunting, and Kou Ziling heard the sound of his blood rushing in his body, the sound of his heart beating, and even the movement of everything around his body.

He saw it, and saw Xiao Er in the tea shed next to the road and nodded imperceptibly. After he looked at it dozens of times without responding, Kou Ziling finally waited for the answer he wanted, so he moved.

Leaving a deeply embedded footprint in place, Kou Ziling had already run towards the galloping knight, and a vague shadow suddenly appeared.

Xu Zhong was not much slower than Kou Ziling, he was also running, chasing, catching up, and wanted to surpass Kou Ziling's forward speed. There are no big things between them, but there are many small things, and there are countless wrestling in private. There are wins and losses, and now, a new one is coming, and whoever kills the target first will add a new touch to their record.

The two are almost in equal order, side by side, if you have to say who has a greater advantage and will be a little faster, it is probably Xu Zhong. However, his advantage is only one point, that is, because the long knife on his waist, as long as he pulls it out, then Xu Zhong can contact the knight faster than the bare-handed Kou Ziling, which is the origin of the short inch and the long one.

Xu Zhong and Kou Ziling quickly approached the knight riding forward, in fact, it was not that they were approaching the knight, their strength had not yet reached the speed that could surpass a horse on two human legs, but the knight driving the horse was quickly approaching Xu Zhong and Kou Ziling, and he found them when Xu Zhong and Kou Ziling were running forward.

The knight didn't run away, and he didn't have to run away, not because Li Ru gave the order that he couldn't escape, but because he didn't think it was necessary. How could a cavalryman with a horse be afraid of a man on foot? Not to mention, the speed of the horse has been raised again and again, even if the other party has been prepared, he can defeat the enemy with one shot.

Closer, closer. When the two sides approached a very close distance, the battle broke out in an instant.

"Light Ride Outstanding!" Xu Zhong's speed suddenly skyrocketed, and he stepped forward without a trace of hesitation in the face of the spear that had been pierced down. The long knife was unsheathed, and the ordinary long knife on his waist let out a sharp whistle in an instant, and a brilliant sword light suddenly appeared, reflecting in Xu Zhong's deep black eyes.

What permeated Xu Zhong was a tragic aura, a temperament that could only be created after experiencing bloody battles. Iron-blooded, indifferent, and determined, no matter how many enemies are standing in front of him, no matter how many companions he has around him, or he is alone, he will move forward straight and without fear.

His man is alone, his knife is alone, a man, a knife, a charge, a battle.

Sometimes Xu Zhong can't tell whether this is virtual or real, he only knows that he thinks this is life, many days here are survival, every breath, swing a knife, you have to use strength. Therefore, the Ten Styles of Blood Battle, which originates from the knife killing method in the Tang Dynasty Shuanglong, he can really deduce it, although I don't know if this is the real Ten Styles of Blood Battle. However, Xu Zhong said that it is, then it is, even if it is now in the Ten Styles of Blood Battle, the other nine styles are just empty in name and have no substance, and only this move is worthy of the name if the light horse is prominent.

He is not Kou Zhong, nor is he one of the dragons in the Tang Dynasty, and no one can live exactly like another person, even if he finally stands at the top, it will always be the appearance of another person. Xu Zhong is Xu Zhong, Xu Zhong in the Double Dragon Society of the Han Dynasty, his blood battle is ten styles, and it is also his own blood battle ten styles.

"Fight!"

This word echoed in Xu Zhong's heart, deafening, and his eyes became crazy and cold. His feet were steady, and his sword was drawn decisively, without the slightest hint, for the spears of the rushing cavalry were fearful with their abundant strength.

One person, one knife, even if there are thousands of troops in front of him, he dares to wield a knife! This is not only the feeling of looking at the figures of Lu Bu and Zhang Liao in the battles on the Xianbei grassland, but also his answer!

Ten forms of bloody battle, how can you do it without blood? Whether it is the blood of the enemy or your own blood, there must always be the blood of others to be stained in order to sharpen the evil qi in the sword technique.

(End of chapter)