Xue Gui sneered, waved the spear in his hand, and danced an extremely beautiful spear flower in the air.

He was really not afraid at all.

has followed Wu Qien to fight for many years, although he is not well-known, but he has always stayed in the small circle around Wu Qien, and over the years, I don't know how many masters he has fought with and how many dangers he has encountered.

There was a heavy creaking sound ahead.

The barbarian wooden fence opened, and a barbarian warrior wearing a cirrus cloud shirt and hat and a white cloak rode out, holding a three-foot spear in each hand.

Unlike the cavalry of the Central Plains, the steppe people are more good at riding and archery and horse kung fu, fighting immediately, and there are countless warriors who can completely free their hands and control their horses with only their feet.

"Yohe, there are really people who dare to come out, it seems that the barbarians are not all cowards. ”

Hearing this, the man in front of him snorted coldly and said, "Just laugh, I'll let you see the real warrior of the grassland later." ”

Xue Gui laughed again, his attitude was extremely contemptuous, and said, "Then I really want to take a good look." ”

The knight on the opposite side stopped talking, stood on the horse's back straight, put his left hand on his heart, and whispered to himself: "God bless, bless the blade in my hand, break the enemy's armor, and break the enemy's soldiers." ”

The knight's name was Kauda, and he was a well-skilled, but extremely ordinary steppe warrior.

He was not a slave, but an orthodox tribal warrior of origin, above the herdsmen and below the nobility, but that was before.

Now in the Tuoba Department, even the slaves are fighting with them with weapons, and that kind of power is terrifying even for the most brave steppe cavalry.

Like all steppe people, he believed that the people of the steppe were the people of the gods, and whether they were dead or alive, the gods would always protect them.

And Xue Gui also squinted his eyes slightly, although he was contemptuous and arrogant on the surface, in fact, he was very careful, after going back this time, he should become an official general, but he didn't want to die here for no reason.

When the barbarian warrior on the opposite side lightly clamped his horse's belly between his legs and began to step forward, he still did not move.

Although it is not the useless elite who don't know the fierceness of the battlefield and have not seen any blood from Chang'an, but in front of the ten thousand armies, he still wants to win a little more beautifully.

Xue Gui grabbed the spear in his hand, and the blood-red spear blade was like a blood-red letter in the mouth of a poisonous snake.

He held the tail of the spear in one hand, sat on the back of his horse, and looked at the oncoming barbarian knight who was speeding up, his back straight.

There was a slight commotion on the wooden city floor in the back, and they were all confident before the fight, if it wasn't for the explicit prohibition in the army, I believe that the handicap would have been opened a long time ago, and I would have gambled on how many moves the barbarian could have taken under Xue Gui's hands.

But when the real fight started, they were all a little nervous, everyone in the four sides stared with bated breath, their hearts pounded, and even the ever-shrinking distance became longer.

"Move!"

On the upper floor of the wooden city in the back, there were already people who couldn't stand this atmosphere, and they were a little anxious, and they shouted out this sentence worriedly.

The knight of the barbarian tribe had already arrived in front of him, with a low shout, the power brought up by the speed of the war horse was like a landslide and tsunami, Xue Gui sat on the horse, only to see an oncoming iron cold light!

At this time, Xue Gui moved.

In other words, the moment Kauda struck, the spear was provoked at the same time, turning into a blood-colored shadow in the air.

"Die!"

Xue Gui shouted violently, and the spear in his hand stabbed out, and it was actually the simplest way to shake it head-on!

Kauda only felt a cold murderous aura rushing towards his face, and his body stagnated slightly, but he still gritted his teeth and pressed his strength, and the short gun in his hand was protected by his chest, and the other was stabbed out.

With a short fight and a long fight, as long as it is close, the advantage is his!

However, this was just his own thoughts, for a true master, such as Xue Gui, this battle ended the moment Kauda was shocked by the murderous aura.

The two horses staggered, Xue Gui was shocked by the huge force, and the war horse under the seat neighed, and the person stood up.

But there was still excitement in his eyes, and with a casual flick of the spear in his hand, he threw the body of the barbarian warrior to the ground, rode his horse and stepped on the spot twice, and said with a smile: "Who else?"

In Liyang's barracks, countless soldiers clapped their hands and applauded, and Li Wenshuo also squinted his eyes, with an uncontrollable smile on his face.

It's just a staggered moment, others just watch the excitement, but he can see it clearly.

Although Kauda's martial arts skills are mediocre, the short spear in his hand is powerful and heavy, and under the momentum brought up by the war horse, even the iron armor of steel cannot stop it.

But at that moment, the spear sealed the space in front of him, and the two fierce forces directly shattered Kauda's arm bones, and then the spear flicked, and the real poisonous snake spat out the letter.

Compared with the cheers on Liyang's side, the atmosphere on the grassland side is gloomy and inferior, these days have been holding back the fire in their stomachs, and now they finally have a chance to make a move, and sent a real tribal warrior, but they were still picked off the horse by the enemy.

It's a shame!

The wooden fence opened again, and another tribal warrior rushed out of the gate with a rage, the usual silver scimitar in his hand, and said a lot of nonsense, presumably introducing his name or something.

But the accent was a little heavy, Xue Gui didn't understand it, and he didn't remember it, for him, these are not important, and he is not a serious martial arts person.

This time he didn't hold it up, he rushed forward, and just picked the opponent off the horse with a single spear.

Immediately after that, the third, the fourth......

When Xue Gui picked off five people one after another, the barbarian camp finally quieted down, and no one continued to rush out for a long time.

Xue Gui gasped, defeating five people in a row, and the opponents were not weak, even stronger than the other, no matter how strong his physical strength was, he couldn't support it, so he could only take advantage of the gap between the opponent's exit to recover.

But his heart was ecstatic, and he didn't have the slightest idea of retreating, and when he saw that no one rushed out, he just wanted to mock a few words, but he heard a commotion in the opposite camp.

I saw the sixth knight rush out, no cloak, no iron armor, but wearing a black rhinoceros leather armor, which was nothing, but what was really strange was the immature face under the helmet.

Up to sixteen or seventeen years old.

"Doll, have you been weaned, do you want to go home and feed?" Xue Gui laughed.

The barbarian boy was unmoved, holding the scimitar in his hand that glowed like the moon, and whispered a word of invitation, and then Xue Gui put away his smile and really looked at the young man in front of her, who didn't have any hair.

In fact, Tie Yan was only sixteen years old this year, and Li Wenshuo had seen him when he first went to the grassland, and he was very impressed by the boy who had won the spoils of war from him and Liu Cripple.

But now, the teenager has changed a lot, and even if Li Wenshuo remembers it clearly, he didn't recognize it for a while.

Of course, I would never have thought that the young man back then would now meet on the battlefield and become the enemy he had to face.

Besides, it's useless to recognize it.

He just looked at the young man who was lying on the back of the horse and rushing forward on horseback, frowning slightly, the other party's realm was not high, and he barely entered the Xianfeng realm.

Xue Gui is also in the realm of Xianfeng, and whether it is experience or the degree of spiciness, he can compare with the barbarian boy who is still a little childish and nervous between his eyebrows.

This game should be won.

But Li Wenshuo was still faintly uneasy in his heart.

The battle didn't end as quickly as the previous ones, but it was still clean, and the barbarian boy and Xue Gui staggered five rounds of horses, and then cut off Xue Gui's head with the scimitar in his hand.

Panting heavily, the boy's strength was exhausted, and his face was cold, and it was clear that this victory did not bring him much excitement.

lightly clamped the horse's belly, and carried Xue Gui's head back to the camp in silence.

In the barbarians' military tent, the long-lost cheers finally sounded, and they fought six games and won one, and they didn't know what they were cheering for.

Starting today, the soldiers of Liyang officially got to know this young man who had brought them countless troubles in the future.

The eldest disciple of Wuyan Gu.

The Court of the Golden Horde, Iron Face.