Early in the morning, Fang Zhiwen rode on a snowy night and slowly stepped on a small hill, the vast and boundless snow field was laid out in front of him, under the newborn sun, the snow field reflected a strong light, fortunately, it was a game here, and there would be no snow blindness symptoms, otherwise it was absolutely impossible to fight on the snow field in winter, and there was no such thing as sunglasses at that time.

Fang Zhiwen's gaze turned to the south, where, behind the horizon, Badun might be gearing up, preparing to complete the last appearance of his short life, and complete his curtain call in the image of a grassland hero.

And as a Fang Zhiwen who started from the militia and walked step by step to today, he buried a grassland hero, the overlord of the northern land in history, this feeling is very good, but this is only the beginning, and it is the opening battle of Fang Zhiwen on the historical stage of the game.

Heroes can only stand taller if they step on the corpse of another hero!

He got up early in the morning, ate the last bit of food left yesterday, dug up the snow and gathered some hay, mixed with the remaining beans, and ate them for his own horses. Then, facing the rising sun, for the first time, he prayed so devoutly, not knowing what he was praying to the gods, and the soldiers of Wuhuan silently knelt down on one knee together, and poured out their last prayers to the divine light in the east.

Today, he felt that his mood was very calm, calm and hardly any waves, the past successes and failures, he had already figured out last night, and he no longer thought about the future life and death. He only has one wish now, to fight happily, no matter what life or death, between him and Fang Zhiwen. There is no need to communicate in words anymore, he just wants to use the knife and bow in his hand to tell Fang Zhiwen his pride and persistence, his dreams and determination.

In fact, the ideals of Bang Dun and Fang Zhiwen are the same, they are both unifying the prairie, but the objects and methods of unification are different. In the end, the advanced will replace the backward, whether it is ideology or social system, this is a rule that cannot be changed.

So. Today's decisive battle is a duel between two people with ideals, and the battle between them is actually a decisive victory between ideals and ideals, a duel in which one ideal replaces another, and there is a transcendence of morality. It transcends honor and disgrace, and is a dialogue between nations and nations, and a dialogue between ideas and ideas.

The two armies faced each other, separated by a distance of more than a thousand paces. Both sides know how elite the other is and how good the other is at archers. So there's more room for acceleration and maneuvering.

It wasn't until he really saw the Han army that he calmed down a little bit of the imbalance in his heart. With such an elite, it is no wonder that the Wuhuan warriors will bend their waists, and when they saw that behind Fang Zhiwen's banner, there was a detachment of seven thousand people, and it was only when he saw that he was in a detachment of seven thousand people, and it was indeed a preset trap here.

The two of them invariably urged the horse forward, about three hundred steps apart, the two of them strangled the war horse at the same time, the snow that Badun sat down was a little uneasy, and his body seemed to be a little reluctant to move forward, Badun looked at the black-headed white horse that Fang Zhiwen sat down with some surprise, and immediately found that this was a thief with Badun's knowledge, no wonder he couldn't catch up with Shang Zhiwen, it turned out that he actually had this big killing weapon in his hand.

He looked carefully at Fang Zhiwen, who was slowly undressing his scarf, with a square face, a slightly dark complexion, sword eyebrows, a faint mustache on his lips, and a short beard on his chin, which didn't look particularly outstanding, not even murderous, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, and the whole posture of a Confucian general.

Looking at his dress again, the black armor, the white cloak, the clothes and armor are clean and bright, and the mane of the famous horse sitting down is also neatly combed, not like he came to fight at all, but like a guard of honor for the guests.

Of course, Badun didn't know Fang Zhiwen's dress, but Xiangxiang's little beauty spent a morning to dress up, and even the mane of the snowy night was neatly combed by her one by one.

He is burly, with a purple and gold helmet on his head, dark complexion, big eyes and nose, a typical image of a steppe barbarian, and with a somewhat curly beard, he looks even more rough and majestic, but now the image is a little embarrassed, and his face is vegetable, and his eyes are red and red, obviously he has not rested well.

Looking at this image of Bunton, Fang Zhiwen nodded slightly, which was basically consistent with the speculation in his heart, as for the rest, he felt that there was nothing to say to Bunton, after today, Bunton is the history of the grassland, the legend of a loser, and a person who is dying, Fang Zhiwen really has no energy to speak.

As for Badun, he didn't have anything to say to Fang Zhiwen, he just wanted to use the scimitar in his hand to talk to Fang Zhiwen's neck, and he was not interested in anything else.

"Drink 1

"Drive 1

Liang Ran spoke out almost at the same time, and the war horse that stepped down jumped forward suddenly, both of them ran to the right front, they were also archers, how could they charge as soon as they came up? Both men moved forward from the side, slowly closing the distance with each other, and the first and final decisive battle between the two was opened with bows and arrows.

The first arrow, the two of them coincidentally used their fastest skills, Fang Zhiwen is a floating arrow, and Badun is the first type of shooting the moon, due to the distance, although it is an arrow skill that wins at speed, but there is still enough time to give the other party a reaction, and he swung his bow lightly, blocking the black arrow that seemed to appear from the void silently, and Fang Zhiwen sat down in the snow night with a slight jump, without Fang Zhiwen making a move, he easily threw the silver arrow that originally came to Fang Zhiwen behind.

In the first round, both sides worked in vain, the war horse was accelerating, the distance between the two was also narrowing, and in the second arrow, the distance between the two sides was less than two hundred steps.

'Cloud Piercing Arrow'

'Shooting the Moon 2nd Pose'

The same silver light, it seems that the arrows on both sides have a slight arc, in fact, this is due to the illusion caused by their high-speed movement, and the two silver arrows are budgeted to go straight to each other's chests in advance.

There was a crisp sound, and the upper body shook slightly, and the huge penetrating power of the cloud-piercing arrow was directly transmitted to the big bow in the hand of the cloud-piercing arrow, even though the force value of the cloud piercing arrow reached 86, which was five points higher than Fang Zhiwen, but he was still shaken by this power.

And Fang Zhiwen's side, Xue Ye let out a low hiss that seemed to be mocking, and suddenly, as if he had stopped suddenly, the silver arrows flew from Fang Zhiwen a few feet away with a series of air screams, Xue Ye raised his head proudly, and glanced at Bun Dun with contemptuous eyes, as if telling Bun Dun that he could deal with him without the master on his back.

Both sides did not mean to continue to close the distance for the time being, but maintained a distance of one hundred and sixty to one hundred and eighty paces, and the war horses ran at full speed, greeting each other with quick arrows, which was not at all like a duel, but like a show.

The onlookers from afar were the 20,000 soldiers on both sides, although the battle was very exciting, but everyone was a little worried, holding their breath so nervous that their bodies were a little trembling, for fear that if an accident happened to their own lord, it would be troublesome.

Fang Zhiwen shot a cloud-piercing arrow again, and at the same time slightly sideways to let go of a feather arrow that shot back, took the time to look at Xue Ye's stamina value, and gently knocked on the left side of the horse's belly, Xue Ye suddenly accelerated again, suddenly narrowing the distance between the two, and when he saw this, he did not hesitate to urge the war horse to step down.

After talking for a long time, in fact, it was only a dozen breaths of time at the scene, and closing the distance represents a shortened reaction time for both sides, an increase in danger, and a duel that has entered a white heat, representing an negligence, and may die at any time!

The two of them in the duel invariably changed their skills, Fang Zhiwen's black longbow and black feather arrows suddenly seemed to be ignited, igniting a red flame, and the black feather arrows turned into red fire arrows, only a flash, and disappeared in the eyes of everyone, in fact, this is due to the reason that the vision can't keep up, due to the rapid characteristics of the arrows, when everyone's eyeballs catch up with the arrows again, this red electric light has arrived in front of Badun.

Bun Dun had also completed the attack at this time, and the almost transparent arrow also appeared in front of Fang Zhiwen's eyes, Fang Zhiwen did not use the Falling Goose Bow to resist, because this skill had not been seen, it was difficult to say whether there would be any ability to explode, but his legs slammed into Xue Ye's abdomen, and Xue Ye jumped forward violently, showing a fast skill, and at the same time raised his head and hissed.

'Sigh Rhythm/

The snow treads down and suddenly softened, and the war horse stumbled in the high-speed running, it was a very dangerous thing, and he was trying to turn over to the other side of the horse to avoid Fang Zhiwen's attack, because he also thought the same as Fang Zhiwen, his transparent feather arrow exploded when it touched it, and it was difficult to guarantee that Fang Zhiwen did not have the same level of skills, so he didn't dare to easily touch the red feather arrow shot by Fang Zhiwen.

But at this moment, he sat down and suddenly lost his footing, and his body offset made Tyuki completely lose his center of gravity, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

Treading snow rolled on the ground, Fang Zhiwen's red feather arrow sank suddenly, shooting into the frozen snow and frozen soil not far from Tamton, and then exploded, the broken snow and ice slag in the sky, and the black soil and grass blades were blasted up for a long time, Tamton's ears were buzzing, he glanced at Treadon Snow out of the corner of his eye, and saw that Treadon Snow couldn't afford to struggle, obviously unable to run for the time being, and was about to take out another spare war horse.

The faint sound of horses' hooves came from the buzzing ears, as well as the stronger and stronger vibrations on the ground, all told Badun that a war horse was rapidly approaching him, and Badun turned around sharply, listening with a horizontal knife, through the diffuse snow and mist, Badun seemed to see a white shadow that was constantly magnifying, and it seemed that it was about to arrive in front of him, and he seemed to see a faint blue flash in the corner of his eye.

It's Fang Zhiwen! He's charging! To be continued.

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