"Kill ——! kill ——!"

The sword light of the Chai Thorn tribe flickered, and the shouts shook the sky, cheering for Chai Buhu'er in unison.

Uchai's face was calm, and he drove his horse to the other side. Subsequently, the Saada tribe also cheered, but the momentum was slightly less.

The two sides were two or three miles away, and in the middle, the two of them were one on the left and one on the right, hundreds of steps apart, opening up a fighting posture. The closest to these two people is undoubtedly the people of the Heavenly Dragon Sect. is accustomed to seeing the rivers and lakes fighting, and fighting so immediately like this is rare for these masters of the rivers and lakes.

"This firewood is not bearded, he must have come prepared, the future of the Saada tribe is worrying!" Zhen Yuanzi twisted his beard and said to Lin Yi beside him.

"Is the oath agreed upon by both parties useful?" Lin Yi thought for a moment and asked.

"The grassland people advocate force, but they also keep promises. What the Chai Thorn tribe wants is the convincing hearts of the people under the grace and power, while the Saada tribe wants a reversal of survival in death. If you swear an oath, you must keep it. The grassland also has the rules of the grassland, otherwise it will be spurned by others. Presumably, the Chai Thorn tribe has the chance to win, otherwise it will be killed directly, and the Sada tribe will not be able to stop it. And whether the latter can turn things around, we should wait and see!"

"Boy, why don't you ask Lao Dao, who will win in the end?" Zhen Yuanzi looked at Lin Yi curiously after speaking.

The corners of Lin Yi's mouth curled, and he said with a smile: "Didn't the Dao Chief say everything, wait and see!"

Zhen Yuanzi was stunned when he heard this, and he knew that he was speechless, so he shook his head and smiled bitterly.

No one knew the final outcome of this matter, so Lin Yi naturally wouldn't ask more. It's just that Zhen Yuanzi is always unwilling to be calm with this kid, and when he makes funny words, the other party can always easily avoid it, making him secretly helpless.

The two of them were talking and laughing, but their eyes were looking at the front in unison-

At this time, the cheers of the earth-shattering were silent for a moment.

Chai Buhu'er put the gem on the scimitar to his lips, and there were words in his mouth, and the killing intent in his eyes was even worse. He raised the scimitar in his hand, slammed his feet into the belly of the horse, and the horse neighed, and rushed out violently, rushing towards Uchai like a gallop.

At the moment when Chai Buhu'er left, the horse under Wuchai also raised its front hooves at the same time. He leaned forward slightly, the strength of his whole body condensed on his right arm, the scimitar was raised high, and the striking white of the other party's fox fur hat was getting closer and closer.

At the moment when the two horses were about to stagger, Wuchai's feet clamped the horse's belly, and his body suddenly stood up on the horse, and the scimitar in his hand caught the wind, slashing through a silver light, and slashed down.

Chai Buhu'er also wanted to kill the other party with a knife, and when they were facing each other, they were about to swing their knives to stop and cut off, but when they saw that the other party's scimitar was faster, the brilliance flashed in front of him, which made him feel a pang in his heart, and he waved the knife without hesitation.

"Boom ——!"

A loud bang of Jin Ge exploded in the ears of the two. Immediately, the bodies of the two of them shook and staggered away from each other. They each ran out of the way, and the two of them forced themselves to rein in the reins of the horse. The horses neighed and the iron hooves did not stop.

Wuchai's inevitable knife was blocked, the tiger's mouth cracked, and his arm trembled. His big green hands firmly grasped the scimitar and did not let go, staring at the opponent in the distance with a grim face.

Chai Buhu'er turned the horse's head, and also sighed lightly, looked at Wuchai, and took a sip of hatred. What a quick knife! He sneered: "Come again——!"

The two combatants drove their horses at the same time and galloped towards each other.

Before the other party approached, Chai Buhu'er's scimitar had already danced into a snowflake and rolled forward. Wu Chai saw that the other party was fierce, his eyes widened, he stood tall on the horse, gritted his teeth, and slashed down with a knife as fast as lightning.

"Boom-" There was another explosion, and Uchai's body shook, leaned over, hugged the horse's neck, and almost fell off the horse. His face was flushed, his right arm hanging limply, and he struggled to grasp the scimitar.

Just as he wanted to sit down on the horse, there was a "boom" sound of strings behind his ears, and Wu Chai knew that something was wrong, and his body slid down to the side, and a sharp arrow, with the sound of whistling wind, grazed his cheek.

It's dangerous! Uchai only felt a burning pain on his face.

"Despicable ——! actually attacked ——! with a secret arrow"

The shocking changes in the field caused the Saada tribe and the Tianlong faction to exclaim.

And on Chai Buhu'er's forehead, a bead of blood oozed from a subtle knife edge. Its white fox fur hat had been split in half and landed on the grass.

Chai Buhu'er held a golden lacquer bow in his hand, his eyes were full of bloodthirsty madness, and he looked coldly ahead. He originally deceived the other party's weak strength, but who knew that the knife that was as fast as thunder still didn't kill him. Although he sealed the situation with a knife, he was still a little close, and his head was about to be split in half like a leather hat.

All this is a humiliation that Chai Buhuer has never encountered. Annoyed and angry, he returned an arrow, but was shrewdly dodged by the other party.

Chai Buhu'er's eyes turned red. Today, he will be killed.

Uchai stopped his horse, his heart pounding, he took a deep breath, slung his scimitar across the saddle, and moved his numb right arm. The cold on the back was the cold sweat that had just been startled.

In terms of strength, he is inferior to the other party, and he naturally shrinks his hands and feet when fighting, but he Wuchai knows that in today's competition, he can't retreat, he can only fight to be injured and use his own fast knife to defeat the opponent. It's a pity that it still didn't work, and it just cut off the other party's fur hat.

I didn't think that this young man of the Chai Thorn family was so fierce and abnormal, he could make a sneak attack in his busy schedule. It can be said that he escaped death. I guess my strength is not as good as yours, but compared to the bow and arrow, I have never been afraid of anyone. Again!

At this time, Saha's face was solemn and his heart was worried. Wuchai Yong is brave, and when he fights with Chai Buhuer, he is still at a disadvantage. Although he chopped off Chai Buhu'er's fur hat, his momentum was not far behind, and later miraculously dodged a killer arrow, which is still terrifying. He prayed to himself, only asking God to favor the Saada tribe!

......

Samriel wrenched her hands together and watched intently at the fight on the field.

You are willing to die with me! I, Samriel, should also die with Brother Uchai!

The two in the field sped up again, and she held her breath again.

......

The Uchai on the horse is like a flag. Its body is a pole, the scimitar is a flag, standing in the wind, with the momentum of wind and thunder, the scimitar with both hands high, with the strength of the whole body, the momentum of the horse, and the mouth shouts: "Kill-"

The scimitar slashed at the opponent like a lightning bolt.

There was a cruel sneer on the corner of Chai Buhu'er's mouth, and he crossed his arms, swung his scimitar violently, and slashed back.

Imagine that after a loud bang, when the opponent's scimitar flew into the air, he took the opportunity to drop the knife and slash back, and he could cut it in half. Chai Buhu'er, who was waiting for the trick to succeed, suddenly shrank his pupils. The sword light on the top of the boulder was gone, and the expected two knives did not collide. He knew that it was not good, and under his concentration, he saw that the other party's body was short, and the scimitar changed its momentum halfway, evading his own block, like a cunning wolf, at his waist, opening his sharp teeth.

Chai Buhuer encountered a mutation, which can be described as busy. His eyes flashed, and his body twisted to the side with all his might, and the blocking scimitar took advantage of the momentum to swing down, slashing at the opponent's shoulder.

Wuchai changed his move on the spot, and the scimitar was like a poisonous snake spitting out letters, and with lightning speed, he slashed towards the opponent's waist. Just as he was about to succeed, the wind was loud in his ears, he didn't have time to think about it, gritted his teeth, and the scimitar in his hand "slashed" a silver light. With a flick of lightning, his wrist flipped and his body slammed down, his scimitar quickly blocking behind him.

"Huh-" A muffled sound that seeped the roots of people's teeth itched, and slowly spread far and wide.

The scimitar in Uchai's hand had been slashed away, and the leather robe on his back exploded, revealing a bloodied back. His complexion changed, and a mouthful of hot blood surged to his throat, and with a muffled snort, he was forcibly swallowed again. After that, with trembling hands, Uchai grabbed the curved bow on the saddle, threw out the stirrups with both feet, leaned forward, and flipped violently, and the whole person lay on his back, and with both feet bent the bow, he pulled out three feathered arrows casually. Bend the bow and arrow, all in one go.

Uchai tightened his hand on the bowstring and let go suddenly, "Bang-" The three feathered arrows flew like meteors and flew towards the back of Chai Buhu'er's heart.

Chai Buhu'er slashed at Uchai's back, and although he was blocked by a scimitar, he still hit his opponent hard. And the leather robe around his waist was also cut open, and blood trickled down, making him gasp in pain.

Covering his wound, Chai Buhu'er was angry, reached out and took off the golden lacquer bow, and was about to give the opponent a fatal blow, when the bowstring behind his head exploded like thunder, startling him to turn his head sideways and look around, in order to dodge.

Who knew that when he turned around, Chai Buhu'er's expression changed dramatically in fright. I saw three feather arrows burst through the air, shooting at my shoulders and the back of my heart. How to dodge it, unless you jump off the horse. But how can I get the time for this time?

When Chai Buhu'er was helpless, his body fell violently to the side of the saddle, and two feathered arrows whizzed past him. Without waiting for luck in his heart, with a "poof-" sound, a wolf's tooth arrow pierced into the shoulder blade of his left shoulder.

With a miserable scream, Chai Buhu'er fell off the horse. The gold-lacquered bow in his hand was also thrown far away, and he rolled twice on the ground, howling to himself.

"Uchai——! Uchai ——!"

In this thrilling life-and-death struggle, Uchai won unexpectedly. The people of the Saada tribe shouted excitedly about this.

Uchai swayed on his horse, his eyes flashing with unyielding fighting spirit, and he raised the curved bow in his hand high—