……

Everyone was stunned and looked at Bai Song stupidly.

Bai Song also frowned, gritted his teeth and said silently: "This is a false move!" False move! Fiction and reality, surprise! A second sword! ”

The same move, the same move, the same as when Sword Thirteen demonstrated last night, the second sword shot!

Another piece of ground turf has been shaved off!

But nothing happened.

"Hahaha...... Boy, are you dancing? ”

Prince Jieli laughed.

"False move! The second trick is still a false move! Bai Song was a little anxious, but silently warned himself not to mess up, it was normal to be unfamiliar with the moves!

"The third move is the real move, sword qi, you give it to Lao Tzu!"

The third sword fell, and Prince Jieli's laughter came to an abrupt end, and an invisible force swept across the turf, and the grass clippings on the ground flew straight towards Prince Jieli.

Prince Jieli's pupils shrank, and as soon as the horizontal knife blocked, the invisible sword qi hit the blade with a muffled sound, and Prince Jieli took a few steps back, and the scimitar in his hand almost fell to the ground.

The onlookers gasped, where did the people living in the steppe see the miraculous effect of the internal force of the warriors of the Central Plains? I just feel that there seems to be a demon magic in it.

Bai Song spat out a turbid breath and looked at Prince Jieli defiantly: "Why don't you laugh?" ”

On the side of the crowd, Qing'er was mixed in the crowd of the Aji tribe, and when she saw Bai Song's sword breaking through the air and flying in anger, she couldn't help but whisper: "Okay!" ”

When the battle began, Jian Thirteen had already returned to Qing'er silently, but he slowly shook his head after Qing'er's shout.

Qing'er looked at Jian Thirteen and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's too early to applaud."

"The way of sword qi that Bai Gongzi has mastered, with the cognition of the Turks, it is impossible to be an opponent at all!"

"Don't underestimate the Turks, Bai Song's sword only has a shape, no intention, no will, no move, no move! If he can comprehend, the power of a sword can break the river and the sea! Right now, the power of sword qi is less than one or two out of a hundred. ”

Broken rivers and seas?

Qing'er looked at Jian Thirteen, and then at Bai Song in the field, feeling that how could Bai Gongzi have such strength? Even if it's Sword Thirteen, it's far from enough, just as an overly popular joke.

In the field-

After Prince Jieli stood firmly, there was more fine sweat on his forehead, he shook his head from side to side, half-squatted down, and pulled out the short knife given to him by A-Ling in his boots.

With two scimitars, one long and one short, Prince Jieli made a serious stance.

"Boy, are you familiar with this knife?"

Bai Song frowned slightly, and sneered: "Change the knife in battle, if there is a problem with this knife, you are not afraid of being poisoned in this duel or something?" The knife given by others is better to use less. ”

"Humph! If only that little girl was playing tricks! Whoever dares to win by vile means above the duel will become the object of scorn of the Turks! Such a simple truth, you foreigners won't know it, right? ”

"So there's still this!"

After Bai Song responded, he held his sword to meet him, seemingly calm and calm on the surface, but in fact, he hesitated in his heart.

The previous two swords missed, and the third sword sword qi worked, and Bai Song himself didn't know why this situation occurred?

Because I don't have a bottom in my heart, I don't dare to make a desperate bet.

The two were in close contact, Bai Song had no moves, but he had experience in grassland fighting, with the blessing of internal force, his perception was more keen, and he relied on instinctive reaction to hand over more than ten rounds with Prince Jieli when facing the enemy.

Prince Jieli's long and short swords are staggered, and his movements are skillful, not only with the courage of the Turks, but also with his sharp reactions far beyond those of other Turks.

The duel became more and more intense, and the true qi in the body seemed to feel the boiling of Bai Song's blood, and the pale true qi appeared from time to time, becoming Bai Song's biggest reliance.

With the blessing of internal force, even in terms of strength, Bai Song will not lose to the other party.

Despite what, Bai Song is still at a disadvantage, and the other party is the first Turkic warrior after all. After ten rounds, Bai Song was at a disadvantage everywhere, with an extra knife wound on his shoulder and a handful of hair removed.

It can't go on like this, Bai Song retreated a distance, and put on his previous posture again, wanting to use his sword qi to control the distance and avoid fighting him head-on.

But three swords in a row, no sword qi appeared, Prince Jieli had already come up close to his body, Bai Song gritted his teeth, and could only dispel his thoughts.

The most taboo thing about facing the enemy is hesitation.

Bai Song now deliberately avoided it, but he couldn't figure out why his sword qi was not working from time to time, and he didn't know whether to fight or pull.

"Not good! He's already starting to deny himself! ”

On one side, Sword Thirteen suddenly became serious, and his hand was already pressed on the hilt of the sword.

Qing'er saw this action, and suddenly became nervous.

With the strength of Sword Thirteen, he made this move, which was ready to strike at any time, proving that Bai Song's life was in danger!

Sure enough, Prince Jieli suddenly withdrew his knife and used his foot, Bai Song didn't have time to react, and was kicked on the lower abdomen.

In an instant, a white flame ignited in Bai Song's lower abdomen, which was the active protector of the internal force, and the stronger the true qi reaction, the greater the impact it received, even if there was a true qi protector, it was impossible to completely offset the damage.

In mid-air, Bai Song spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew out upside down, like a cannonball smashed in the direction where Qing'er was!

With a bang, Bai Song crashed into the crowd, knocked over a dozen or twenty Turks and fell in front of Qing'er.

Bai Song finally realized the power of the first Turkic warrior, this kick almost made him unconscious in the air, after landing on the ground, his stomach turned over the river and the sea, the last mouthful of blood did not spit out, the fishy licking in his heart surged up, and he lay on the ground and vomited a mouthful of blood, and his eyes, ears and nose began to ooze blood!

The crowd boiled, and a large number of Turks cheered together, all looking forward to the moment of victory for the orthodox Turks.

The warriors of the Aji tribe turned pale and worried about the safety of the patriarch.

Qing'er's tears had already fallen, her legs were weak and she was almost on her knees, looking at Bai Gongzi's face covered with blood, her voice trembled: "I...... We...... We admit defeat, let's not fight again! ”

Bai Song spat and raised his hand suddenly: "Admit defeat or not, I said it!" ”

Although he vomited blood and was injured, this kick inspired the ruthlessness in Bai Song's heart.

He saw Qing'er, and also saw Sword Thirteen, and at the same time saw Sword Thirteen's hand on the hilt, and said coldly: "I don't need your help!" ”

With that, hurry back to the lawn.

Prince Jieli was complacent, and at this time when he fought with Bai Song, he had already seen through Bai Song's path.

This Bai Song has a lot of strength in his body, which should be what the Central Plains martial artists said, but Bai Song's moves are clumsy, and they are all brave and ruthless fighting styles, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

In his opinion, Bai Song couldn't win no matter what.

"Boy, still don't give up? If you admit defeat now, and be a dog to Lao Tzu in the future, maybe I can still save your life. Keep going, and you'll only die worse! ”

Bai Song held back his strength and tried to attack with sword qi here, but at this critical juncture, the sword qi was still ineffective!

Bai Song was annoyed, spit out a mouthful of blood foam, and scolded: "Damn! ”

Then he rushed towards Prince Jieli with his sword.

Bai Song figured it out, he shouldn't be bound by any sword moves, and now in his hands, the internal force in his body is like boiling magma and is eager to erupt, making Bai Song feel that his body strength is stronger than before, instead of constantly trying the sword qi that he is not familiar with at all, it is better to fight with him!

The swords collided again, this time Bai Song held the handle with both hands, leaned forward, and was bound to press down, shouting: "Give Lao Tzu a retreat!" ”

With a burst of cheers, a layer of white light flashed on Bai Song's body, shining like a comet, and a wave of air swept across the lawn, and the Turkic audience couldn't help but take a step back.

I still remember the first sword collision, Prince Jieli easily forced Bai Song back more than ten steps!

And this time, Prince Jieli's eyes widened in astonishment, and at the moment when the swords collided, he retreated with all his strength and trembled slightly, and his body retreated uncontrollably......

One-step...... Two-step ...... Three-step ......

The swords did not separate, and the collision emitted a dazzling firelight, and Bai Song's downward pressure continued unabated, pressing step by step, forcing Prince Jieli to retreat to his own people, and he was about to be forced out of the field.

Prince Jieli gritted his teeth, he had to admit that this was a rare opponent in his life, this kid was far more difficult than those Tang Army generals, and the strength he burst out did not belong to such a petite body at all!

There was no sound in the scene, and everyone was speechless.

No one could have imagined that the first Turkic warrior would lose in strength to a Han brat.

The crowd dispersed, leaving enough space for the two, and Prince Jieli was instantly forced to retreat outside the field, but he couldn't find the slightest chance to fight back.

Prince Jieli sweated like rain, he didn't know how to break the game for a while, he gritted his teeth crown, his teeth were about to be broken, his mouth was full of blood, and he used all his strength but still couldn't stop Bai Song's forward rush.

Behind is a big locust tree, which is already irreversible!

"Boy, you can stop in moderation!"

Prince Jieli roared hoarsely, raised his right leg, stepped on the branch of the old locust tree, and the retreat came to an abrupt end!

I heard a rumbling sound again, and the old locust tree that was hugged by several people broke off its waist and fell towards the Qujiang Pond on the side!

At the same time, there was another crisp sound!

A silver light slashed across Bai Song's face, leaving a trail of blood, and his sword was broken!

"Good chance!"

Prince Jieli was ecstatic in his heart, and the secret path was the path of no one in the sky!

Bai Song was holding the broken sword, stunned for a moment, who would have thought that it would be such a scene?

At this moment, the short knife in Prince Jieli's left hand was inserted into Bai Song's side waist, and blood splashed in an instant!

Bai Song's eyes turned white, and he fainted with blood again.

At the moment of life and death, instinct grasped fate, and Bai Song subconsciously smashed down with a punch and hit Prince Jieli's hand.

As soon as Prince Jieli's hand was loosened, Bai Song took the opportunity to retreat more than ten meters, returned to the center of the field, half-squatted, took a deep breath, and then directly pulled out the short knife on his waist!

"Bai Gongzi!" Qing'er was crying and screaming, and the person was already sitting on the ground.

Jian Thirteen's palms were already soaked with sweat, and he stepped forward to make a move.

And at this time, Bai Song held this short knife that had followed him for a year, feeling extremely kind, a thought flashed in his heart, and his true qi smeared the blade like thick ink, and he slashed down with a knife in an instant, and the wind swept away in an instant!