The sword is the second life of a swordsman, if a swordsman is forced to take the initiative to break the sword and does not retreat, then he must be desperate.

The white robe flew up, torn apart by the fierce wind, and a flash of silver-white sword light suddenly gushed out from the rags, forcing it into a line, cutting everything in front of the broken blade into two pieces, and finally converging into a point and slashing towards Ulan Batel's chest.

Ulan Baatar saw this move clearly, but at this time, his right wrist was clasped by Li Wenshuo's left arm, and his left hand didn't have time to return to help, so he simply stopped blocking it, relying on his physical strength to resist, and smashed a punch into Li Wenshuo's chest.

With a thud, the sharp edges and corners of the broken blade pierced straight into Ulan Batel's skin, blood shot out, and the sword qi surged, but Li Wenshuo was still not satisfied, and the broken sword was raised upward, as if he wanted to break Ulan Batel's chest.

The wound was not deep, but the sword qi entered the body, and the injury was added to the injury, and after taking this sword, Ulan Baatar was by no means uncomfortable, but he ignored Li Wenshuo's back move, and still waved his fist indomitable. If the sword hadn't been broken, Li Wenshuo might still have some chances, but at this time, just with this broken sword, he didn't believe that he would still lose.

At this time, his fist has also arrived.

Naturally, this punch could not kill Li Wenshuo, although the opponent's sword was broken, the breath realm was still the same, far from the point where the oil ran out. It's just that he is confident that he has already calculated Li Wenshuo's follow-up moves, and he only needs to take this punch, and the nine-fold chain of strength will burst out instantly, and his next attack is enough to kill a master who is not bad in King Kong.

And the other party is already desperate, and this punch will naturally not dodge.

But when this punch hit Li Wenshuo's body, Ulan Batel's face changed instantly, his brows were tightly locked, and his eyes widened.

His fist obviously smashed into Li Wenshuo's chest, but he didn't have any strength, like grabbing a slippery loach in the muddy water, and there were no three points left, and he was let go by the opponent's extremely weird bow. The so-called broken sword is on the top, cutting the tendons and bones is just a false move!

So what's the real killer move?

Ulan Baatir's mind was spinning rapidly, staring at Li Wenshuo in front of him. The other party still lowered his head, couldn't see his eyes, and didn't know what he was thinking, still holding the broken sword with one hand and clasping his right wrist with the other, without the slightest abnormality in his movements.

But this killer move is inevitable.

Ulan Baatar had even felt the fierce killing intent and the terrifying danger looming!

It's just a short moment, and it's not even a blink of an eye.

Ulan Batel was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the tip of the sword that was more than a foot long just now was missing, isn't it? No, this must be a killing move.

But when he thought about it, it was too late, and a sword light shook slightly, cutting through the air, like a sparrow flapping its wings, directly embedded in Ulan Batel's neck, and blood rushed out in an instant.

Ulan Baatle's eyes burst out, and endless power erupted from his body, shaking Li Wenshuo back hundreds of feet in an instant.

Li Wenshuo also retreated at will, avoiding its edge. He squinted his eyes and stared straight at Ulan Baatar who was blocked by his sword, the other party was very strong, and even in this situation he still did not die. Even as soon as he lowered his head, the wound closed and almost began to stop the bleeding and heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If it weren't for the silence and coldness of the sword intent on the sword, the skin and flesh where it was cut had become dead meat, and if it wasn't treated, it wouldn't heal at all, and this injury that ordinary people would almost definitely die from was almost a piece of cake for him.

But Li Wenshuo can no longer feel the fighting spirit of Ulan Batel.

In fact, Ulaanbaatar was now holding his throat with his hands, blood was flowing from his fingers, and his toes were touched on the ground a few times, and the whole person instantly withdrew for a full three miles, disappearing into a green poplar forest.

His eyes were full of fear.

He once thought that he was no longer afraid of death, but this time, it was the closest he came to death. He was surprised that he had completely guessed Li Wenshuo's moves, so that he made a mistake in dealing with it. Had it not been for his last-minute reaction, the sword would have almost cut off his head.

No one who has not experienced death firsthand can appreciate that fear and despair.

At that moment, the world was dark, and everything in this world was about to have nothing to do with you.

Courage has nothing to do with the level of martial arts, the mountain village man can be angry, forgetting to die, and the top master can also be scared before life and death.

Ulan Baatar was unwilling to die, so he retreated. At this moment, all he wanted in his mind was to live, and when he left here, he forgot even about the barbarian army.

This scene was something Li Wenshuo didn't expect, he was already injured when the sword broke, and he was ready to face Ulan Baatar's counterattack, but this counterattack did not come, but Ulan Baatar fled.

The priest in sheep's clothing was squinting his eyes, his head was covered with cold sweat, and four of the seven stars had been broken by Lin Hua's sword.

He also saw this scene and his eyes widened in surprise.

How is this possible?

His first reaction was not to believe that Ulan Batar had a name on the grassland, the black god, the sun was the god of the grassland during the day, while the moon was a demon, and the black god was the god of the night.

The status of Ulan Batar in the hearts of the grassland people is so high that even the king of the Tuoba family can't compare, everyone is willing to attack the Central Plains, one is because there is not enough food to eat, and the other is because they are willing to follow Ulan Batel.

But now he has fled.

"And distracted, you're afraid you won't be able to find death!"

Before the sound arrived, the sword had already arrived. This is the first battle after Lin Hua was promoted to the realm of breaking the army, Zixia's divine skills have strong internal strength, and they are endless, and the methods of the barbarian priests on the other side are also excellent, although the winner was not divided for a while, but he also gained a lot.

It's just that his sword stabbed out, but the old man broke through the sword qi with his palm, and lined it up on the edge of the sword on one side, causing the sword to stab to the side, leaving a deep sword hole on the ground on the side.

Thinking of this, Lin Hua was also annoyed, sneered, drew his sword and stepped forward, the sword light was like a blooming white lotus, directly filling the space in front of him.

However, this barbarian priest also had no intention of fighting, his body shrank, and he actually walked away, Ren Linhua stared at the ground and slashed a hundred and ten swords in a row, cutting the earth to pieces, and did not force him out of it.

In the blink of an eye, the old man of the barbarian reappeared, and he had already appeared in the center of the barbarian camp, his brows furrowed, and he looked at the situation condescendingly.

Compared with the desertion and escape of Ulan Batel, the tens of thousands of barbarian troops rushed into battle, and they were almost about to win a complete victory, whether it was the cavalry soldiers who came to support or those martial arts masters, more than half of them were killed and injured at the moment, and the rest of the people were all supported by a breath.

There are also several masters of the Xuanche realm who can handle them in the enemy array, and there are also the kind of dumb pavilion assassins who are extremely strong and specialize in killing the top masters. In this case, there are only three or two people who can do it easily.

And if they continue to fight, if they really don't retreat, these people can't always be at ease.

Even if the martial arts master can easily find an opportunity when facing the army, he keeps changing his breath one after another, and seems to be invincible. But this breath comes from oneself after all, if the breath in the chest and abdomen is exhausted, even if it breaks the army realm, it will be chopped into pulp in this chaotic array.

But how much does it cost them to drag all these people to death here? 20,000, 30,000, or even all of them?

The old man didn't dare to imagine it, but Ulan Baatar was not there at the moment, so he could only make up his mind, after all, among the barbarians, the status of the general was not as good as the high priest who walked the world on behalf of the god of the steppe in the tribe.

His face was extremely gloomy, the purpose of their coming to Tiger Prison Pass was just to get enough food, but now, if Ulan Baatar didn't come back, how many chances would they have to capture Chang'an City?

You can't even leave the Central Plains alive.

......

Song Qi held the blade on his waist, regardless of the blood and severe pain, his fingers shook, and he broke the scimitar, and with a sword, the barbarian master who sneaked to his side immediately split it in half. The blade swirled, and more than a dozen heads flew up around his body.

He took two breaths, raised his sword and wanted to fight again, but found that the surrounding barbarian cavalry had begun to retreat, and he was also stunned, and when he looked up, he saw a white robe holding a broken sword, standing alone in the air, proud, overlooking the world.

He shook his head and smiled, spit out a mouthful of blood in his chest, and as soon as his breath was relieved, he felt a pain all over his body, and exhaustion welled up from his bones.