"Where are you going?"

"Northwest Slope!"

The two abandoned their mounts and galloped northwest, one after the other.

Less than a kilometer northwest from Hamiwei, there is a Gobi Desert, on which there are scattered rocks, which is a good place for fighting.

Soon, two figures rushed from the southeast direction of the Gobi Desert, and the two of them were extremely fast, and they were on the same footing, and they stood by a huge stone wall almost at the same time.

The man with an iron face was the first to speak: "Isn't it good to stay on the prairie, why provoke a war?" ”

Another man with a long knife at his waist replied helplessly:

"I don't want to, I just do what I'm told. Some things don't make sense, you Central Plains have always come from the country of abundance, and live in a place where life is comfortable and rich in products, and we Beitu are born to live in a bitter cold land, and we have to endure cold and hunger, who do we go to reason? ”

"You can be self-reliant, but you have to rob others, and complaining about injustice is just an excuse for you."

"Maybe it is."

Park Wen actually agreed with Zhao Zhiyi's words, he was born in a declining aristocratic family in Northern Turkistan, and his mother was a woman from the Central Plains.

When she was still alive, she would often play with a vegetable patch at home, and every autumn harvest season, she could eat leeks, sunflowers, and leaves, but he preferred to eat meat when he was young. His mother would often talk to him about the Central Plains, the prosperity of the capital, the food in the south of the Yangtze River, and the hard-working people of the Central Plains.

Over time, he also had a yearning for and expectations for the Central Plains.

After his mother's death, every year during the Spring Festival, he would miss the dumplings made by his mother and the precious vegetables back then.

Later, when the Great Khan Agudam found him, he did not agree at first, he did not want to conquer the beautiful place in his mother's mouth, but after a few days he changed his mind, if not in this way, he might not have the opportunity to see the world in his mother's mouth in his life, even if he looked at it, he would be content.

The north wind hunted, rolling up the sand and dust in the sky, and the two people on the Gobi seemed to have made an appointment, and rushed to each other at the same time, first with fists and feet, and then turned to swords, and the wind became stronger and stronger, until the yellow sand covered the sky and the sun, and also covered the figures of the two.

From time to time, there was the sound of swords colliding in the wind and sand, and the two were not enemies, let alone mortal enemies, but they had to fight hard here.

After a long time, or an hour, or two, the sound of the swords clashing became quieter, and the wind gradually stopped, and at last the wind and sand dispersed, revealing two men in tattered clothes, one of whom had his mask broken and fell into the rubble, and the other was no better, his hair was broken and his hair was scattered, and his hair was sprinkled with green silk.

Both of them were breathing heavily, obviously tired, and even the swords in their hands were a little trembling.

One of them was the first to speak: "Why don't you stop fighting first, let's rest?" ”

The other hesitated, then nodded, "Yes." ”

Park Wen, whose hair bun was disrupted, was also afraid of being attacked, so he took the lead in sitting on the ground, casually tearing off a strip of cloth from the hem of his clothes, and tying his hair up.

Zhao Zhiyi really didn't mean to sneak attack, he also sat on a stone, took out a water bladder from his arms, and poured a big mouthful.

Can it still be like this? Park Wen obviously didn't expect that the other party still had water on his body at the time of the duel, which was really a bit shameless.

Zhao Zhiyi looked at the other party staring directly at his water bladder, and threw the water bladder over very generously. Park Wen, who took the water bladder, was not afraid of poison, and drank it directly with his neck tilted, and when he finished drinking water and wiping his mouth, the scene in front of him shocked him again.

I saw Zhao Zhiyi on the opposite side take out an oiled paper bag from his arms, and after opening it, it turned out to be a chicken leg.

"Uh, are you here to fight or to travel?"

Pu Wen couldn't help it, but what he didn't expect was a white eye, Zhao Zhiyi said vaguely while gnawing on the chicken legs: "The soldiers and horses haven't moved, have you heard of the grain and grass first?" ”

"Shameless!"

"Hey, don't say that, this is my breakfast, I fought with you on an empty stomach for a long time, and you are shameless if you want to say shameless."

"......" Park asked a little speechless, and he didn't know how to answer for a while, so he could only watch the other party eat a whole chicken leg and chew the bones.

"Alright, go ahead."

Zhao Zhiyi finished eating the chicken legs, got up and patted the dust on his body, because of the battle just now, his current outfit is not much stronger than that of Huazi, and now the act of shooting ashes is somewhat redundant.

Park Wen on the other side also stood up and stood with his knife pressed, and the atmosphere that was quite harmonious just now became tense again.

"This knife, the name is 'Lishou', the knife is six feet six long and weighs sixty-six pounds, if I die here today, please give my knife to the moon cake." Park Wen was the first to draw his knife and speak, and it sounded like he was already arranging the aftermath.

Zhao Zhiyi still didn't dare to hold it up at all, because the weight of this knife was too damn lucky, and compared with the other party, his own sword was simply a tribulation of three or nine. Although he was slandered in his heart, he still drew the long sword in his hand expressionlessly: "This sword is called Frost, the knife is three feet three feet long, and weighs eighteen catties. ”

After each of them introduced their weapons, the north wind howled again.

"One style, flat boat!"

Zhao Zhiyi took the lead in attacking, the thirteenth style of the Thrilling Hung wanted to be indomitable, if he started to be taken advantage of by others, what to talk about accumulating momentum, Zhao Zhiyi, who had not yet reached the result of the first style, immediately used the second style to get rid of the rabbit, and his body instantly accelerated a lot, and he stabbed out with a blow, and stabbed Park directly.

Park Wen waited for the other party's thirteen sword moves from the beginning, and when he saw the other party's move at this moment, he couldn't help but praise the sentence 'good sword' in his heart, and then he also moved with the knife and slashed out horizontally.

In order to facilitate the slashing, the handle of the knife was deliberately shortened, making the whole knife body look extremely uncoordinated, but Park Wen drove it up like an arm, and the long and heavy knife body slashed towards Zhao Zhiyi's small arm.

Zhao Zhiyi had already expected that, with a turn of his wrist, the tip of the sword changed direction, stabbing towards the blade that came from the swing, the tip of the sword and the blade collided with fierce sparks, and under the vigorous collision, both of them were shocked, although it was not wise to use the tip of the sword against the blade, but finally retained the momentum of the first two moves.

Zhao Zhiyi, who should have been shocked backwards, forcibly stabilized his body, and jumped into the air with the third move, followed by the fourth move after the third move, his body fell sharply, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Pu Wen on the ground.

Pu Wen was also a little overwhelmed by the shock just now, and as soon as he stabilized his figure, he saw Zhao Zhiyi attacking from mid-air.

Pu Wen smiled, the other party's move was tantamount to suicide, I saw that he pointed the blade of the knife directly at the falling Zhao Zhiyi, an inch long and an inch strong, his knife was twice as long as the opponent's sword, if Zhao Zhiyi did not contain the sword momentum, he would definitely be pierced by his sword.

When the falling Zhao Zhiyi was about to touch the tip of the knife, his body suddenly turned, changed direction, and stabbed a big stone on the ground, due to the extremely fast speed of the fall, Pu Wen below had no time to react, and could only watch the other party slide away from the tip of his knife, and the big stone on the ground cracked directly from the middle under Zhao Zhiyi's blow, and broke out with a loud noise.

Can you still play like this?

Only then did Park Wen realize that this sword technique can be used not only for people, but also for things.