Chapter 9: Phantom Nine Swords!

On the flat open space within a radius of dozens of miles, two torrent-like cavalry slowly approached each other, and the atmosphere in the field instantly became tense.

In front of the Southern Qi Army

Yu Biao, who was fat and round, looked at Mo Tuzi and Hou Yong, who were facing each other in front of the cavalry formations of the two sides, and his face became solemn, and then he couldn't help but say to himself: "Can the monkey beat the deputy general of the Che Linguo?"

As soon as everyone heard his words, they immediately fell silent, and they looked nervously at Hou Yong in front of them.

"The monkey broke through not long ago, and now that his strength has been stabilized in the middle of the martial arts realm, it shouldn't be difficult to deal with a deputy general on the other side. Yan Bing hesitated and said later.

After listening to Yan Bing's words, Ding Hu, Yu Biao, and Yan Qing breathed a sigh of relief slightly.

In front of the Nanzhao National Army

Zhao Cang looked at Mo Tuzi who was confronting Hou Yong, frowned slightly, turned his head to look at the gray-haired old man and asked, "Military Division, do you think this Mo Tuzi can defeat that partial general of Northern Qi?"

After hearing this, the gray-haired old man pinched his fingers and counted, and then the index finger of his right hand bit into his mouth, and suddenly a drop of red blood condensed out.

He lowered the drop of blood to his forehead and muttered a few words, then a green glint flashed in his open eyes.

Suddenly, Zhao Cang, who was closest to the gray-haired old man, only felt that the temperature around his body dropped suddenly, as if he was in the cold winter of Layue!

But soon this cold feeling disappeared.

Returning to normal, he looked at the military advisor and was about to ask, but saw that the gray-haired old man was slowly opening his eyes, and then he looked at Zhao Cang and responded: "General, the humble position has just communicated with the snake spirit to spy on this battle, and Namo Tuzi will win." ”

Listening to the gray-haired old man's words, Zhao Cang suddenly felt overjoyed, and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, good!"

Before the battle

Mo Tuzi grabbed the reins with one hand, waved the giant sword in his hand with the other, looked at Hou Yong in front of the formation with disdain, and said coldly: "In Xia Motuzi, who is leading the battle in front?

Hou Yong was furious when he heard Motuzi's arrogant words, and shouted: "Motuzi child, cultivation is rampant, wait for my Hou Yong to come and take your dog's head!"

Seeing that Hou Yong was enraged, a trace of sarcasm flashed in his eyes, he raised the giant sword in his hand, slapped the horse's buttocks with his left hand, and the painful horse immediately neighed and rushed forward.

"Da~Da~Da!"

"Da~Da~Da!"

In a clearing within a radius of two or three miles

Hou Yong and Mo Tuzi rushed towards each other like two sharp arrows, and the horse's hooves kicked up a cloud of dust after they trampled on it.

Hou Yong, who was about to rush in front of Mo Tuzi, swung the spear in his hand and stabbed at Mo Tuzi.

Namotuzi was not in a hurry, and the giant sword in his hand swung sharply to the left.

Suddenly, the swords and spears struck each other, and the two of them rushed suddenly, and then they both staggered.

After the sword and spear staggered, Hou Yong's face changed suddenly, and his hand holding the spear couldn't help but tremble.

Because he didn't expect that the other party's strength would be even stronger than his own.

Late stage of the Martial Arts Realm!

However, at this time, it was impossible for him to turn back, but with a pull of the reins with his left hand, the horse's hooves suddenly rose, and after neighing, he turned his head and rushed towards Motuzi again.

Similarly, Mo Tuzi felt Hou Yong's strength, and found that Hou Yong was only in the middle of the martial arts realm, and a sneer appeared on his face, and then he turned his horse's head and rushed towards Hou Yong again.

The two rushed together again, swords and spears exchanging blows again.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

"Dangdang!"

The two of them twirled back and forth, and you chased me and fought for more than a dozen rounds, and for a while, the field was unusually quiet, only the sound of two people dueling.

Just when everyone looked nervously at the two people fighting in the field, Na Motuzi's momentum changed suddenly, and the cold light on the giant sword in his hand flashed, and he directly waved the front leg of the horse under Hou Yong's crotch.

Suddenly, a sword burst out and slashed straight at the horse's leg under Hou Yong's crotch.

Seeing this, Hou Yong's face changed, and he immediately raised his spear to block.

However, to his shock, the spear blade aura from his spear actually collapsed in an instant after making contact with the sword.

Immediately, his eyes widened, and he watched as Motuzi's sword qi slashed into the horse's leg under his crotch!

The horse's legs were suddenly like paper paste, and they were broken by the sword qi.

The horse, whose front leg had been severed, neighed in pain, and then fell forward.

Hou Yong, who was sitting on the horse's back, had quick eyes, stepped on the horse's back, jumped with his strength, and threw himself towards Motuzi like an eagle, and at the same time the spear in his hand stabbed straight towards Motuzi's door.

Seeing Hou Yong's attack, Na Motuzi's eyes flashed, and with a wave of the giant sword in his hand, several sword shadows flew in an instant, drowning Hou Yong's figure in just an instant.

As soon as everyone saw Hou Yong's figure disappear, their faces immediately changed.

In front of the Northern Qi army

Ding Hu and the others, who were staring at the duel between the two in the field, suddenly saw Hou Yong's figure being submerged by Motuzi's sword shadow, and their faces suddenly changed greatly, and Ding Hu even exclaimed: "Phantom Nine Swords?!"

As soon as they heard Ding Hu's words, Yan Bing, Yan Qing, and Yu Biao's faces suddenly changed greatly, and Yan Bing turned his head to look at Ding Hu with a pale face and asked, "Could it be the Phantom Nine Swords, one of the three major sword techniques of Megatron Southern Xinjiang?"

Ding Hu nodded with a gloomy face, and said in a solemn tone: "General Hou is in danger!"