In northern Xinjiang, Zuo Jing, Bai Yunli and others are just wastes and have no use, but in Chang'an, they are treasures, and they are masters.

It's still funny, but the people of Chang'an treat them as if they were real.

Guan Kuo held Qin Shu, came to the body without a trace, and asked, "How about it, delay the time, don't hack them to death, okay?" ”

Traceless swept the horse's hooves, and his whole body was in a state of excitement, letting out a neigh.

Guan Kuo understood.

Thousands of troops have faced it, thirty broken knives, what is it?

In the incredible gaze of all the Chang'an people, he rode on the back of a traceless horse, faced the more than thirty knives that were forced over, pointed Qin Kill forward, and said, "Kill, charge!" ”

This situation is unspeakable.

He was alone, with a knife, just like many ancestors in the northern Xinjiang, in a critical moment, carrying out a lonely charge.

He brought the soul of the Northern Xinjiang army with him.

"I seem to have seen my brother fighting on the battlefield, the scene of the horse leather shroud!" The strong man couldn't help but burst into tears.

"My good boy in the Tang Dynasty!" A middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh.

The entire Chang'an Avenue was almost boiling, they expected that the person who made a big deal would die under the power of the three people in Baiyunli, but they never expected that such an iron-blooded scene would happen now.

They all have great respect for the army of the Tang Dynasty, but most of them have never had the opportunity to see the scene of galloping on the battlefield, and now seeing Guan Kuo's appearance, they can't help but wonder: Is this how our army fights?

That is true.

They rushed to kill on the battlefield, fought to the death with the enemy, and now returned to Chang'an, and did not receive any respect, in front of them, there were more than 30 knives, what is this?

This really made the people of Chang'an a little indignant.

And before, if Guan Kuo gave way to the subordinates of Washington, it would make the brothers in Northern Xinjiang look down on him, he didn't give way, it was justified, how could the Tang army give way to others, wouldn't that kind of abrupt person drive straight in?

Of course, it is still the same sentence, as a soldier, he can make way for those who respect him, but he can't give way to those six things.

Kill, charge, three words, represent absolute strength, that may be the qi left over from Qiu Jingshan.

"Ridiculous bastard thing!" The prince of Washington let out a cruel laugh, "Unload his arm and smash his mouth!" ”

More than thirty knives were very close, and the blades emitted a compelling brilliance under the reflection of the sun.

With those three words, no trace also moved.

The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt, but he was the king of the world, and won the name before and after his death, which was the mass of the army.

It can almost be said to be a war, although there is only one person on one side.

Nothing turned into a light smoke.

It was so fast that it almost disappeared without a trace.

Qin Kill pulled out a long streamer.

So fast! That's almost the thought of hundreds of people present at the same time.

"I want the horse." Bai Yunli's eyes lit up.

"It's not up to you to decide, let's make a bet," said the prince of the Ruan Mansion, "to see whose person takes him down first." ”

"Good!" The prince agreed.

Bai Yunli nodded, also agreeing.

"Forced!"

With a loud shout, the ten people in Washington stabbed their knives forward at the same time, facing the image that looked like light smoke.

Guan Kuo's pores dilated, frantically converging his breath, and his entire body was instantly filled, and then the Qin Killing blade deflected slightly, and a knife was swung out.

"Boom!"

"Bang Bang!"

……

Mars danced, more dazzling than the sun, Qin Kill was danced into a wind, and with incredible speed and angle, he almost collided with the ten knives at the same time.

With a light breeze, Guan Kuo passed the ten of them and raised his knife towards the people in Ruan Mansion and Bai Mansion behind.

It's too fast.

The ten people were stunned for a moment after they fought.

There are so many of them, and although the horse on the opposite side looks a little boring, but after all, it is only a small soldier, so there is absolute confidence that the other party will be severely injured in the moment of the fight, but what is the result?

Guan Kuo didn't drag past them, and didn't seem to be hurt.

Now they are gathering the power of the three mansions, but if there are only ten of them today, will the prince of Washington be threatened?

That thought flashed through their minds, and then they turned and slashed away with their knives almost in a frenzy.

One drum, then decline, three and exhaustion, Guan Kuo's edge was weakened a lot when facing those ten swords, and it turned out that the six people brought by Baiyun were really quite powerful.

He and Wuji were not able to continue to break through, just like the guards of Ji Ruyi's Smoke and Rain Palace deliberately released water at that time. The Bai family will not release water.

But he is still quite proud, within more than 30 knives, he is not dead, not even injured, that is enough to laugh at Chang'an Street.

The encirclement of more than thirty knives shrank, and then he used Qin to kill to shake it open, and the cycle went on and on, forming a kind of stalemate.

"Don't hurt that horse!" This is the command of the three.

In fact, it is difficult for them to be injured without a trace, otherwise, it would not be the war horse of the famous General Zhenwei.

Today, the people of Chang'an have seen a fantastical scene.

An ordinary soldier, one man and one sword, rushed to kill within more than thirty knives, constantly being drowned, but he was able to kill every time, although he was soon wounded, but he did not die, and he could not even knock him off his horse.

This creates a certain false conceit for them.

"The combat effectiveness of an ordinary soldier in our Datang is so strong, how can a sudden person be able to fight in!" A young man shouted excitedly.

Young people are very fond of blood, but because of their natural fear of those gentlemen for many years, their enthusiasm only stops there, and they will not act like Lin Hai, Huang Haitian and other people who have fought in northern Xinjiang.

It seems like a long time, but it's not too long.

Guan Kuo and Qin Kill and Wu Ji still rushed to kill within more than thirty knives.

He was wounded, but among the people of the three provinces, more and more people were wounded, and even one person had lost his ability to fight.

He was really ruthless in his sword.

Seeing that Guan Kuo had not been taken down for a long time, the prince of Washington was almost crazy, he calculated the time, and knew that the longer it dragged on, even if it was the three of them, it would be more and more troublesome, so he roared angrily: "A group of stupid pigs, what do you want, so many people, can't you even take a scumbag?" What a shame! ”

(End of chapter)