Guan Kuo's knife is terrifying.

Hundreds of battles are not dull, splitting clouds and unloading armor, Qin kills this Qin famous knife has an outstanding reputation, that naturally will not be a waste of fame, it has been in northern Xinjiang for many years, it is difficult to resist, and now back in Chang'an, it can be said that it is a small thing, under the collision with so many knives, its cold glow is still, flashing and compelling.

On the contrary, under the impact of Qin's killing and strength, the sword of the Second Mansion of Wenshang quickly became blunt and notched.

Without a trace, Guan Kuo rushed fearlessly towards the seven or eight people in front of him.

It had no armor on its body, and in front of it was a dense blade that could dismantle it in eight pieces, but it was more ferocious than the other side.

On the battlefield, this is mutual trust, the man on the horse needs to trust the speed, endurance and impact of the horse, and the horse needs to trust the person on the horse to protect it.

The people here have been in Chang'an for so many years, and they can only fight with other mansions or bully the people of Chang'an, and they have never seen the real battlefield at all.

There are many of them, so they feel that they should be fearless, and what they feel afraid of should be the one person on the other side.

However, when Traceless rushed over so viciously, they felt a shiver rooted in the depths of their souls.

It was an iron-blooded storm from the battlefield in northern Xinjiang, and their petty fights were as powerless as a fallen leaf between life and death, and the honor and disgrace of the country.

"Dang!"

The trembling of the metal was like the sound of an enduring bell, and the first person's knife was so powerful that it flew out of his hand, making a strange arc in the air.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

……

The knife is stormy, with a perfect rhythm of rhythm, knife after knife, swinging, retracting, swinging, retracting...... Cycle.

Blood splashed in the wind, the blood of the enemy, the blood of one's own, the blood of the horses.

When Guan Kuo and Wuxian rushed by, the bright red poured on the stone slabs, and scattered wails and cries of pain came from all sides.

He looked down and saw a deep blood mark on his waist.

Not...... It hurts, but he doesn't care much, because in northern Xinjiang, this little injury is nothing.

Wailing and screaming can't represent more, in front of such a lineup of more than 20 people, even if there is no trace and Qin Kill, and no matter how sharp his luck is, it will be difficult to turn the tide.

The person who was still wailing just now continued to raise his sword to surround him, he couldn't break through such an encirclement at all, and in order to do this, his refining body had to continue to go deeper.

It's still a hard fight.

It's just that in the first fight, his strength left a lot of psychological shadows in the hearts of so many people.

The people of Chang'an in the distance were watching in horror, and when they saw so many people in the Second Mansion of Literature and Commerce, they put themselves in their shoes and felt how desperate it would be if they were surrounded by themselves. However, some time passed, and the sound of long knives still clashing, and it could be seen that Guan Kuo was still fighting, which made them feel unbelievable, and a certain place in their hearts was suddenly touched.

They are the Northern Tang people, the Northern Tang people who are very proud in their hearts, look down at many other ethnic groups with condescending eyes, and do not evaluate whether this is conceit or arrogance or anything else, but it is enough to show that their national pride is so deep.

So they worship the strong, although they don't want to admit it verbally, but in the hearts of the people who see those scenes at this moment, that kind of strong man is the image of Guan Kuo, to put it bluntly, Guan Kuo is the strong man in their minds, with a certain spirit, not a strong man who bullies the weak.

Outside the sedan chair, Shang Weeping Willow and Wen Yu's personal maids stood there with slightly changed expressions, their young ladies may have asked about the scene outside, or they may not.

Wen Yuhaze closed her beautiful eyes slightly, put her hands in front of her, she was calculating the time, in her opinion, it was the same as what the people in her house thought before - she and Shang Weeping Liu brought a total of more than 20 people, not that they felt that they needed more than 20 people to win Guan Kuo, but because of their vanity, they wanted to pursue that sense of prominence, the bigger the pomp, the more prominent the sense of prominence, so the pomp was the key, they felt that dealing with Guan Kuo, ten people were already enough to give face, and now there were more than 20 people, and they only needed to fight once, Guan Kuo would lie on the ground like a dead dog.

However, after all this time, the sound of weapons clashing outside is still the same.

A deep displeasure appeared on her charming face, and she asked the personal maid outside, "Have you taken down Guan Kuo with those wastes?" ”

"Also...... Not ...... yet"

The maid's answer was obviously hesitant, her voice sounded a little wrong, I don't know if she was afraid that her young lady would lose her temper, or if she was shocked by what she saw.

"Not yet?"

Sure enough, Wen Yuhao's mood became very bad, and said: "It's okay if the combat effectiveness is not as powerful as the people in Tao Mansion, as for Tao Qiu just now, it may be because he was too stupid, so he capsized in the gutter." It's just a little bit of a manager, even if you don't know what's going on, you have some ability, Miss Ben has heard of this, but she can't take it now, haven't they eaten? ”

At this time, she heard the angry shouts of Shang Weeping Willow in the sedan chair behind her: "A group of rice buckets, what's the use of raising you, Miss Ben will start counting the time now, I will count to thirty, if I can't take it, I will all throw it into the pool tonight!" ”

Shang Weeping Liu will definitely do what she says, but on such a cold day, she is really ruthless when she throws it into the pool and soaks.

Shang Weeliu's angry words confirmed the facts outside, Wen Yu's hazy eyes flashed a hint of fierceness, and said to the personal maid: "I won't be like Sister Shang, but don't give some color, you really think that Miss Ben is soft-hearted, you just tell them, just listen to Sister Shang count to thirty, if you can't take it, I will be hungry today, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow!" ”

The personal maid outside obviously hesitated for a moment before responding, "Yes." ”

Then, the personal maid maintained her demeanor as a slave and walked forward.

Shang Weepingliu's palpitating and pleasant voice began to come out, and she began to count the time:

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

……

The personal maid followed the voice of Shang Weeping Willow like this, step by step.

She walked very carefully, just like her young lady, and became a lady. But she knew very well in her own heart that this was not the case, and the reason why she was like this was because the battle scene in front of her scared her, and the tragedy of blood splashing under the knife made her feel trembling.

She has seen several "battles" with her own eyes, but those so-called "battles" are all bullying and bullying by the people of the Wenfu, not to mention the blood under the knife, even the sword light does not need to appear, until today.

(End of chapter)