Chapter Ninety-Three: The First Battle with the Soviet Union (I)
"You're just as ridiculous as you say." The treacherous smile on Su Yin's face gradually subsided, and was replaced by a smile, which was similar to the smile many times before, and he gradually felt that Guan Kuo was a little interesting, at least Guan Kuo's thoughts made him interested.
He stretched out his left hand, reached out his index and middle fingers, and held the blade of the Tang knife, slowly slashing through it, as if he was gently wiping.
The blade was brighter, with an icy chill.
Qin Kill, who was on the side of Guan Kuan's waist, slowly unsheathed, the blade and the scabbard made a slight sound, and the gluttonous lines on it gradually emerged from the scabbard, reflecting the sunlight and cutting the wind.
"No matter what you all think of me," Guan Kuo looked at each other and said, "Whether you think I'm ridiculous or incompetent, anyway, that's how I do." ”
Really, many times, when you are used to being despised and looked down upon, you become numb.
As he finished saying this, the trace under his crotch suddenly moved, and the Qin Kill in his hand drew a streamer of light as always, smashing the slightly cold air, and forward.
Su Yin still had that smile on his face, his knife, his horse, and he moved.
The son of the former Northern Tang Dynasty Zhongshu Ling and the former Northern Tang Dynasty General Chengwu, two people who have been homeless, are fighting together like this, if this news is transmitted back to Chang'an, it will definitely cause a huge repercussion, but here, within the scope of this small piece, only the two of them are chewing on their own war.
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, the strength passed through the flagpole and penetrated into the depths of the soil, and the banner of the Northern Tang Dynasty of General Zhenwei was thrown to the ground by Guan Kuo, standing straight there, shaking slightly in the wind, but always standing.
Su Yin is an extremely dangerous figure for him, he will be killed by the other party's cold knife on this land anytime and anywhere, and planting that big flag there is its best destination.
Under the banner of the Northern Tang Dynasty, two very famous Northern Tang Dynasty people fought to the death, this charm, flowing in the long river of time, is full of a timeless aftertaste.
Li Xianyue jumped on his horse and raised his gun, with his own guards, like a sharp knife stabbed into the heart of the Tuwu people, shattering the idea of the Tuwu people wanting to retreat safely, causing the rout of one front after another, he suddenly seemed to feel something, glanced in that direction, his face was solemn for a moment, and then looked at the abrupt defeated soldiers who were wailing again.
Tie Shan took more than 400 people such as useless Ke Lei, disintegrating the will of the abrupt people, every shot of his gun was very accurate, as if it was completely calculated, without wasting his strength at all, he didn't know where Guan Kuo went, but he always felt that he had a faint worry in his heart.
In this windy and bleak early winter, countless people are doing their own things, thinking about their own things, or other people's things, and finally stretching into a vast world.
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The two knives clashed constantly, and the horse's hooves kicked up smoke and dust, which flew in the four fields, and was finally diluted by the air.
Guan Kuo let out a few breaths and briefly separated from Su Yin, he tried to make the flow of gas in his body more stable.
Su Yin, who was on the other side, lowered his saber, stopped in the distance, and said with a frown: "I really want to know now, how did you get your current strength?" ”
Although his face didn't show much of it, he was actually surprised.
Guan Kuo's strength is completely different from what he imagined, and he believes that it is different from most people's cognition.
Su Yin lowered his head and looked at the knife mark under his left shoulder.
"How can you hurt me?" He said.
That sentence sounded like a provocation to Guan Kuo, but it was full of some of his incredulity.
Judging from Guan Kuo's performance today, Guan Kuo really can't match the son of Zhongshu Ling in the past, as if he has changed as a person.
Guan Kuo's huge change, when he took the banner of General Zhenwei to kill the enemy everywhere, fought with the abrupt elite cavalry before, and finally had the ability to break through the obstruction of those abrupt people single-handedly and catch up with him, he was seen by Su Yin, but Su Yin didn't think that kind of change could surprise him, because with his own strength, it was easy to do all this.
It wasn't until the battle between the two of them that Guan Kuo's strength was accurately assessed by him, and he realized that Guan Kuo's huge changes were not just what he thought.
Guan Kuo didn't answer him, one is because he can't tell his experience completely, and the second is that he doesn't think that saying things like "it's about your" and "this has nothing to do with you" now will make him look very powerful, but like useless They hate, there is an element of pretending #, and it is the kind of pretending to be a failure.
But in Su Yin's view, Guan Kuo's current silence, the silence that did not respond to his words, has become a kind of contempt for himself.
That kind of contempt is simply the same as his previous neglect of Guan Kuo.
Although Guan Kuo was very silent most of the time when he was in Chang'an in the past, it can also be said that he was wooden and not very good at communicating with people, but once he was ridiculed, he would be very angry many times, and it was easy to be aroused, and his silence at that time was unconfident silence, but now, it is confident silence.
Self-confidence is not that I am strong on the outside, but that I am strong on the inside.
There is a universe in his heart, and he can naturally tolerate birds and beasts, which was taught to him by the old man who played the piano.
Su Yin's face was a few more serious at first, but then a smile appeared again.
"But, it's still useless, you're still going to die." He said.
Guan Kuo looked at the multiple injuries on his body, and then compared the blade of the knife opposite, his expression became more and more solemn......
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The blade cut through the skin, the blade soaked in blood, and the cold and biting temperature penetrated into the body from the incision, as if it was instantly wrapped in ice and snow, and that feeling made Guan Kuo unforgettable.
He turned Qin Kill back, and a breath rushed into his right hand, and he endured the severe pain and slammed it up.
"Dang!"
The Tang knife in Su Yin's hand was violently bounced away by him before it penetrated deep into his skin and almost slashed at the bone, and it was retracted.
Beside him, Su Yin and his war horse brought out a wind, and the wind drilled down the incision, adding to that cold feeling.
The sweat on Guan Kuo's forehead dripped down, and at the same time that Su Yin and him staggered, he saw the smile on the corner of the other party's mouth, and his heart was a little depressed.
Su Yin was very confident, and the result after a moment of fighting between the two sides strengthened Su Yin's self-confidence.
Guan Kuo was not wrong at all, Su Yin was the most combat-effective opponent he had ever encountered, and he was very dangerous when he fought alone.
(End of chapter)