The confrontation between the two armies, shouting and cheering was inevitable, and the 70,000 troops behind Yan Qing began to scatter in the exclamations again and again, and many recruits did not hesitate to ignore the warnings of the commanders in order to be able to see the situation on the battlefield clearly, and crowded into front of the battle, but Yan Qing ignored it.

In the center of the battlefield, the battle between the white-robed young general and Troda intensified, and the battle that lasted for nearly 100 rounds was still not distinguished, and the clothes of both sides were soaked with sweat, and each could see that the other party began to appear in a state of uneven breath.

"You're tired~" The white-robed young man pressed forward step by step, constantly waving the sword in his hand, focusing on the opponent's gun-holding hand, facing the long sword with a tricky angle of attack, the disadvantage of Zhuoda's silver spear was undoubted, but he was still looking for an opportunity to try to distance himself from the other party.

"Why don't you speak? There are few people like you who have lived in extremely cold regions for a long time and are as heat-resistant as you! The moment the white-robed young general picked off the head of Zhuoda's spear, a stabbing Zhuoda retreated again and again, "The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers~ Is your skill not good, or are you too obsessed with the scrap iron in your hand?" ”

In the face of the attack of the white-robed young general, Zhuoda did not have a little advantage, whenever he used the silver spear to stab or sweep, he could always be picked up or twisted by the sword, but he was exposed to the opponent's attack, and finally could only be forced to defend and retreat one after another.

"That's a lot of nonsense!" Zhuoda's heart was extremely calm, undisturbed in the slightest, and after retreating again and again, he swung the silver spear forward, and a domineering dark energy spread outward with himself.

The white-robed young man held the hilt of the sword with one hand, clamped the tip of the sword with the other, blocked the sword body in front, and was still jumped out by the dark energy for more than ten meters and then stood firm, secretly marveling at the deep internal strength of the other party.

"You're the same as the pile of meat you had before! It's all rubbish! Trodat's lifeless eyes suddenly opened as big as copper bells, and blood continued to gather around the whites of his eyes, converging to the pupils, and a stream of air began to linger around Troda with wind and sand, "King of a hundred soldiers? Are all those who don't use swords stupid? I saw that Zhuoda easily threw out a few shots, and once again swung a dark energy towards the white-robed young general, and then immediately stepped on the sand, almost at the same time as the dark energy, and arrived at the white-robed young general's side, just after the white-robed young general offset the violent impact of the dark energy, a little cold light shot directly into his eyes like dawn, "ding~"

The white-robed young general clearly felt that for a moment, his body seemed to lose control, as if time stood still, he could only watch the other party stab at him, instinctively dodging Troda's thrust and immediately retreated dozens of steps, he felt a warm liquid flowing from his sideburns, and from the afterglow, a wound appeared on the left side of his face, and blood kept gushing out.

"Huh~" A heartfelt contempt came from Zhuoda's mouth, followed by a burst of cracking sound of the spear waving in the air, and the white-robed young general felt the fear of death, but the sense of mission made him unwilling to take half a step back! Rearrange the sword pose, look straight ahead, and shout softly, "Come again!" ”。

"I'm not interested in heads~ I'm not interested, your self-confidence is barely my return!" Zhuoda took off the black robe, reached out and lifted the jade belt on his forehead, wrapped his hair and coiled it behind his head, thinking that he still needed to run and attack, but in an instant, only a residual image was left in place, and when it reappeared, Zhuoda's silver spear and the white-robed young man came to face each other.

"Rubbish! Rubbish! Rubbish! Trodat continued to roar contemptuously, his former unruly image long gone, and the spear in his hand advanced and retreated like a silver serpent, stretching and retracting with ease, and its speed was resolutely superior to that of the sword.

All this was seen by Yan Gui, at this moment he was old and driving on the horse, but he was uneasy in his heart, this emotion was like a childhood dream for Yan Gui, it was too long to see 'I originally thought that with the hot weather and the originally planned appearance order, the old one would be able to achieve an overwhelming victory, but how could the other party come out with such a person~ Looking at this dress, it doesn't look like a person from another country, it's a headache! If it goes on like this, Little Thirteen will be in danger! ’

"Yan Shuai~Thirteen, I'm afraid he can't resist!" The old man beside Yan Gui couldn't help but worry.

"Hmm~ Fourth! You take the second child to go first, the first one! You go and tell Yan Qing to make the soldiers behind you make more and more trouble, and all the problems with the recruits will be revealed, now you can't expect to wait for us to seduce Xu Bei to attack, it is best to let everyone on the other side find out that we are a group of good-for-nothing recruits! Just go! Yan Gui gave an order, and the old one and the fourth immediately rode their horses to the rear.

"Little Thirteen hold on for a while..."Yan Gui stared at the battlefield with burning eyes, he was a man who regarded talent as his life, and watching his subordinates retreat was like cutting meat.