The other party has more than a dozen Mo knives, surrounded by groups, no matter how heroic Su Bu is, without wings on his back, it is difficult to get out!

However, Sub did not hesitate, did not restrain the horse's hooves, his body was slightly bowed, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and the spear in his hand was slightly tilted downward, he was a taut bowstring at the moment, and the spear in his hand was the arrow on the string. The target of the arrow was the leader of the Mo Dao team, the thousand-man battalion Yang was invincible.

Yang Xiu was a little unexpected and reasonable, the Mo knife in his hand never shifted, and said: "Although I admire your courage to fight knowing that you will be defeated, but for the sake of personal pride, you will not do the overall situation on the battlefield, and choose the most unlikely opponent, which is a bit of reckless foolishness." ”

Su Bu continued to run wildly, the distance of twenty or thirty steps, as if he had run twenty or thirty miles in one go, his dark face was already a little red, and he was still silent.

He finally handed out the shot, calm and restrained, looking plain and unpretentious, and without the momentum of killing with one hit. In fact, there is indeed no follow-up change in this shot, and the moves and momentum seem to have not reached the peak, it seems that the distance of these twenty or thirty steps is too short, not enough for the war horse to run to the fastest speed, so there is no maximum strength.

Is this really the case? Yang Xiu did not dare to assert it. It's just that he has always been strict and cautious in his sword, whether it is a master who has experienced a hundred battles, or a fledgling who has just climbed on horseback, because only in this way can he feel worthy of his sword. Even though all he has in his hand at the moment is a wooden knife!

But when his wooden Mo knife touched the spear, Yang Xiu still felt that he had underestimated this young man! There was actually a dark energy on the gun, and it passed from the tip of the knife to his arm in an instant, and his arms immediately became numb and weak, and he couldn't even grasp the Mo knife.

This aura was crazy and disorderly, unlike any orthodox qi method that could be cultivated, it seemed that this young man had forcibly released the aura in his body by mistake in the past. This most primitive method of qi circulation is not only extremely inefficient in the use of internal breath, but also has a huge damage to the meridians.

Just when Sub was about to gain an inch and kill the enemy in one fell swoop.

Yang Xiu suddenly shouted violently, suppressed the frenzied aura in his body, and then lifted his qi, gathered his strength, raised his knife, and waved his knife in one go. Unlike Su Bu's method of practicing qi that takes a period of time to gather qi before it can exert that little bit of power, Yang Xiu is a disciple of the Yuhuang Sect, and he has two unique skills, the Green Ox Xuangong and the Spirit Snake Returning Method.

Therefore, Yang Xiu's knife is very fast, very fierce, and extremely powerful!

If that knife hadn't missed, it would have been almost perfect. But Su Bu didn't know what method he used, but he actually avoided the tragic end of being knocked off the horse's back by the Mo knife, ran out of four or five horses, and turned around on his horse, still using the soil method to gather energy.

Yang Xiu admired this young man's stubbornness a little from the bottom of his heart, so he had to deal with him quickly!

With his strength, there were at least seven or eight ways to take down Subu, but he chose the most direct way, the knife!

Yang Xiu's guess was right, Su Bu had indeed never practiced any orthodox exercises. This way of holding your breath and shooting out of the gun was occasionally discovered when diving down the river to tie the slippery fish in the past, and since then the fish have been pierced one by one. Ordinary martial artists could never have imagined that this special stupid method was actually practiced by him every day, and he continued to improve and change every day. Although he still only used one-twelfth of the effect when he held it down in one breath, as his own strength grew, he actually had quite a considerable power.

And there is a secret hidden in Su Bu's wild way qi method!

The knife slashed by Yang Xiu's hidden true power did not miss, and the second shot handed out by Sub did not miss, the spear and the long knife were entangled, Yang Xiu sent out three strands of true qi one after another, and Su Bu was still a domineering and unreasonable aura and rushed directly to meet it.

In the eyes of others, it was just a slight pause after the collision of the two weapons, and then they separated, and neither of them performed a second move in this gap. In fact, the situation is ten times more dangerous than on the surface, Yang Xiu's three aura is the righteous path after all, one is stronger and more abundant than the other, even if the opponent with comparable skill will not be able to parry it because of unpreparedness.

Therefore, against an opponent of this level, and the opponent's cultivation in the internal breath is almost ten years earlier than his own, he can still crack a crack at the end of the opponent's weapon, what an amazing and strange thing.

In particular, the method of practicing qi is still verified by many Jianghu grandmasters and cannot achieve the desired results, which is even more incredible!

Yang Xiu, who originally thought that this blow must be his own winner and loser, was shocked for the second time, the strength of the qi in the young man's body was superimposed repeatedly, and in just two fights, the distance between them was only a dozen breaths, and it had already increased six or seven times.

"Come again!"

Subu wiped away some blood from the corners of his mouth, and the thick cloth of lacquer that wrapped the spear had already fallen off in the collision, revealing the wooden head of the spear, and the tip of the spear head was faintly bubbling with a faint white gas. After the originally dark and childish face turned red, it gradually turned to blue and purple, and it seemed that it might be overwhelmed by the breath of a frenzied waterfall like a flood at any time, but those eyes seemed more brilliant at this moment.

For the "surprises" brought by the young man, Yang Xiu has begun to be a little numb, and even the speed of this young man's internal improvement, in the blink of an eye, he seems to have touched the threshold of the breath release of the profound realm, and he also feels strange.

"Little brother, my name is Yang Xiu, and I am the captain of the Thousand Man Battalion. Do you want to come to the Modao team......

Yang Xiu liked this young man very much, although he happened to be on the side when the young man went to apply for the scout exam, and he had seen with his own eyes that his ability to fight under the horse after putting down his spear was terrible, but he still wanted to make an exception to recruit this person into the thousand-man battalion.

"I'll talk about it when you win!" Every time he said a word, a trace of breath leaked from his mouth and nose, so Su Bu, who was not articulate in the first place, cherished words like gold at this moment.

Of course, no matter how reserved his personality is, he can't compare to real gold! Sub secretly thought so.

Yang Xiu laughed, still maintaining the posture of Mo Dao pointing in front of him, and said casually: "This is easy to do, a word is a certainty!" As soon as the word came out, five snow-white breaths as thick as hemp rope immediately appeared on the wooden Mo knife blade, and the small snake hovered over the long Mo knife, and the snake swallowed the elephant!

You've touched the threshold of breath release? But I've been in the house for three or five years!

Not only do the two have differences in realms, but the qi in Su Bu's body seems to be strong, but it is actually a flash in the pan, after all, it is just a moment. How can he compete with Yang Xiu's deep and continuous internal strength like a surging river?

The only thing that can be used to compete with Yang Invincible is the brute strength that is indomitable and refuses to turn back even after hitting the south wall.

Yang Xiu wanted to end this fight as soon as possible, in addition to the selfishness of recruiting Su Bu into the Thousand People Mo Dao Camp, another reason was that he was worried that the longer this fight between horses and feet continued, the greater the damage to the meridians in Su Bu's body. Although most of the meridian damage of the martial arts can be repaired through the intervention of pills or external forces, almost every family has more or less a few former geniuses, and the rush to practice leads to excessive breath overdraft and blows up their own meridians, and there is no hope of achieving the best realm of qi cultivation in this life.

Of course, he didn't want such a good seedling who could be successful in practicing the lame wild road exercises to end up in his hands. It is a good seed that is expected to become a 10,000-strong enemy in the future.

The white aura of the five spirit snakes on the Mo knife became thicker and thicker, and at this moment, it had grown to the extent that it was as thick as an adult man's arm. In comparison, the tip of Su Bu's spear was only a little thicker with a pitiful white gas, and the two were judged.

This time, no miracle had happened to Sub again, and before the blades clashed, the white snake composed of five strong breaths had already eaten up the little breath on the spear. In fact, this hand swallowed the breath to a certain extent, reducing the breath pressure in Su Bu's body, although Su Bu still did not open his mouth to breathe, but the feeling of depression in his chest was really reduced a few points.

So Sub had the capital of "revenge", and with the help of this "respite" to recover a little, he handed out a few scribbled shots that were already stubbornly resistant.

The Mo knife in Yang Xiu's hand wandered around like a big pen writing a big book, and easily defused a few shots that could barely be regarded as tricky, and then the blade of the Mo knife deflected slightly, slashing at Su Bu's neck, who had exhausted all his strength and had no possibility of resisting.

Mo Dao suddenly stopped, and did not knock Su Bu, who was exhausted to the extreme, off his horse.

Do you have to stage a touching picture of mercy, two heroes sympathizing with each other, and finally getting along with each other?

It's a pity that there is an unsightly guy in this picture, he takes off the cold light armor of the cavalry, and puts on the standard clothing of an ordinary foot soldier, and has neither a bow nor a saber. He hugged Yang Xiu tightly, and in his hand was a wooden dagger soaked in vermilion water paint, which was impatiently stabbing the back of the person in his arms at this moment.

Yang Xiu's entire back was almost stained with red water paint, as if bathed in blood, there was a kind of shocking tragedy, he twitched the corners of his mouth helplessly, and found that his throat was slightly astringent, "If the battlefield is a life-and-death fight, you quietly and unexpectedly sneak attack, the first knife wiped the back of my neck, and cut off my follow-up movements when it destroyed my spine." Then the second knife pierced into the dantian, destroying the place where the aura gathered, and I had no possibility of stubborn resistance. At the beginning of the third knife, you first stabbed from the heart, stabbed all the organs, and then stabbed all the way through the big acupoints that traveled according to the blood, and finally pierced many acupuncture points of the Wonder Sutra. Even if I'm the reincarnation of an immortal, I'm damn transparent, right?"

"Not every cavalryman has a chance to stab a captain with a knife, and since he has this kind of opportunity, of course he must stab enough of his capital! Otherwise, how can he have the capital to brag to others in the future?

Li Kuang really said that his words counted, from the beginning of hugging Yang Xiu, he counted while taking out the knife, without stopping for half a moment, and then stabbed out eleven knives, which was enough to make up a hundred.

Although it was a wooden knife, and it was only a symbolic tap, Yang Xiu couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth every time he was stabbed, the pain was different, that is, his old face was pulled to the ground and he kept stepping on it.

There are only more than 1,000 people in the entire Yanlong Three Prefectures who are qualified to have the ability to hold the Mo Dao, and Yang Xiu, who is known as Yang Invincible of the Yanlong Infantry Army, is the leader of more than 1,000 people.

But now someone is breaking ground on Tai Sui's head, and this Tai Sui can't pinch this dung beetle to death under the constraints of the military law, so he can only be obedient and have no temper.

With the only strength he had left, Subu threw the saber at his waist, and the saber hit the wooden pole of the Great Banner of the Formation Eye. It's a pity that Sub ran out of energy, but unfortunately the saber was only made of wood, so it only pierced the flagpole for three points, and did not break it. Sub himself was so exhausted that he fell asleep on his horse.

Yang Xiu looked around, the wreckage of the broken wooden spear Mo knife within a hundred zhang was shocked, although no one was seriously injured to death in the martial arts, but a few war horses encountered the hard point in the Mo knife and were smashed by the wooden long knife and their limbs were broken. This light cavalry team with a total of 30 horsemen except for Sub who fell asleep, only Li Kuang, who was holding the "trophies", was still a remnant of the strength of the battle, and the rest of the robes were sacrificed in order to create enough Li Kuang to fish in troubled waters and sneak attack.

Of course, the Modao team has the disadvantage of fighting under horseback, and under normal circumstances, it can block two horses with one sword, but in actual combat, the situation is changing rapidly, so what is the reason for it? Therefore, the loss of the Modao team is far higher than that of the cavalry.

"Your internal skills are mediocre, but your ability to hide your breath is good, and your mind is even brighter. Ordinary Mo sword wrestlers against you, may not be so easy to win. Do you want to fight again?" Yang Xiu put away the wooden Mo knife with the tip of the knife cracked, and stepped aside according to the rules that had already been killed.

Li Guan also had a rough look at the battlefield when Yang Xiu looked around, but he saw farther and more. The main cavalry of Du Lieutenant Lu Dechu was only the burly and majestic middle-aged man, surrounded by nearly thirty rifle soldiers, and the iron crossbow was at the end. There were still seven or eight horsemen left in the cavalry on the right flank, but they were forced by the horses, axes and archers to not move forward, and could only wander around the periphery of the infantry.

Your own left-wing cavalry is completely annihilated!