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With a wave of his hand, Baylor, who was holding the birdcage, began to retreat with him.

I saw Ao Xuan retreating and sticking two fingers into his mouth, and a piercing whistle sounded.

Before the sound fell, the sound of horses' hooves came from the pass of the first line of heaven, and I saw a small group of cavalry leading a horse and coming here.

When he was able to join the people of Baylor, who had been cautiously retreating, one of the Gus men gave up his seat to Ao Xuan and rushed to Baylor to lead the horse.

A squad of Gustian cavalry.

"Little Taoist, why are you in danger in this place again?"

Xuan Ming heard the sound and looked back, the person who said this, white horse and green clothes, tied up his hair and folding a fan, was sitting on a horse with a fan covering his mouth and snickering.

Who else could Lan Yan be if he didn't go and return?

When she saw Xuan Ming coming over, she continued to smile and groan: "Remember, I saved you in this place again." ”

"Don't dare to forget. Xuan Ming saluted.

There weren't many riders who came with Lan Yan, and there were only five of them. Except for the copper-faced red-robed Xiaosheng who had been following her all the time, everyone else Xuan Ming knew.

The girl of Dieche on one side, the wind-fixing bow Hengxin of the Fengni camp and the Qingyan bow condensed their eyebrows.

What a coincidence.

Seeing that Miss Dieche still maintained that cold face, Xuan Ming nodded at her dryly, and did not say anything rashly.

"You two, don't come unharmed. ”

"Brother Xuanming, don't come unharmed. ”

and Hengxin Ningmei greeted each other, and introduced Su Qiliuying to everyone.

The Gus cultists had already assembled their horse team, but they didn't have time to ask the name of the bronze-faced boy.

Ten rides against five, one step against three steps. On the scene, Xuan Ming's side was already at a disadvantage.

Ning Mei drove forward immediately, and asked loudly: "Who are you who dare to commit murder on the official road in broad daylight?" Lan Yan and Dieche were just guests of the Fengni camp, and he and Hengxin were ordered to follow the guards. Now that this situation is encountered, it should not be handled by her.

Baylor hurried a few steps forward, keeping a nervous smile on his face and not making a sound.

Ning Mei was vigilant, and he lowered his head in confusion and whispered to Xuan Ming, "Brother Xuan Ming, who are these people, why did they find you?"

Xuan Ming sighed: "It's hard to say, it's not the right way anyway." ”

"Since it's not the right way, what kind of tongue are you wasting with them, let's talk about it!"

The copper-faced Xiaosheng took out a crimson Sakura spear from behind the saddle, only to see that the body of the spear was cold and dazzling, and a fiery red maple leaf was carved on the handle of the gun, which was very exquisite.

He came out of the battle and shouted: "The name of the horse is chasing the sound, and the name of the gun is falling maple." The deputy pavilion master of Yaxuan Pavilion, the spear king of Nanyue who is skilled in bows and horses and proficient in music and rhythm, Chu Yudi is here, who dares to fight with me!"

The sound of shouting echoed back and forth in the middle of the sky, looking at the Gusi Sect people who were stunned for a while and then laughed non-stop, Lan Yan was so embarrassed that he kept covering his face with a folding fan.

Xuan Ming looked up at Ning Mei in confusion and asked, "Why haven't I heard of the reputation of this South Vietnamese spear king Chu brother?"

With Chu Yudi in front of him, Ning Mei dismounted with confidence, avoiding condescending to talk to Xuan Ming, who had been his temporary team leader, again.

He said in Xuan Ming's ear in a volume that only Xuan Ming could hear: "He is self-appointed." ”

“・・・・・・”

The red horse, who was called by Chu Yudi to chase the sound, was pacing around in small steps anxiously, and the embarrassment on the scene did not last long.

Ao Xuan took a brand-new sun-eating scimitar from his companion's hand, and urged the horse to step forward.

"You Southern barbarians, when did you learn to fight with men and horses?haha, Nanyue Spear King, laugh at our big teeth!" Baylor and the others burst into laughter again, and then took a few steps back together, letting Ao Xuan out.

Their retreating horses were very unified, rising and falling in unison. Seeing that Xuanming and everyone shrank for a while, they were unconsciously snatched away.

"The first Baturu with yellow forehead, Ao Xuan, lead!"

Chu Yudi, who was at the forefront, was even more affected than Xuan Ming thought in his heart. A man of great riding skills, he knows how hard it is to get nine horses to step back and get up and down at the same pace.

He let out a loud shout, stirring up the twilight around him. With his legs clamped, he chased the sound and raised his hooves and roared, carrying him like Ao Xuan to kill.

The horizontal Falling Maple Spear slashed from the bottom right to the top left, passing over the horse's head, and the target was Ao Xuan's throat.

Ao Xuan tilted his head back, the blade of the knife was lightly placed on the barrel of the gun, and the crimson Luo Feng slashed towards Chu Yudi's hands, closing his head.

Chu Yudi's hands changed quickly, leaned back, crossed his horses, and the first round had passed.

"It's just a greeting gift," the blow was ineffective, and Chu Yudi turned the horse's head unexpectedly, "Let's see the move." ”

"Luo Feng's first marksmanship, killing, and being like a cold autumn!"

A lonely and cold autumn mood began to envelop Chu Yudi's body, and it slowly spread along the tip of his spear towards Ao Xuan. This Luofeng marksmanship is the first style, and it is actually a method of accumulating qi and camping momentum.

Ao Xuan completely ignored Chu Yudi's lonely gunshot, waved the scimitar in front of him with his right hand, and slapped the horse's back with his left hand.

The eclipse scimitar slowly opened its bloody mouth as the horses moved forward, and slashed towards Chu Yudi in a ring.

Chu Yudi sneered disdainfully, and drove forward unhurriedly, and shouted: "Luofeng Marksmanship Second Style, Maple Red Erye!"

I saw that with his movements, the maple spear in his hand was divided into two, turning into two large red maple leaves, and stabbing towards Ao Xuan one by one.

The maple leaf above dissipated at the same time as the large mouth of the eclipse scimitar, and the other made Ao Xuan obviously a little scrambled, but he was still unharmed.

"Do you recognize the gap between us?" Chu Yudi laughed proudly, "Next is the third move!"

"Luofeng Marksmanship Third Style, Flying High!"

Chasing the sound and raising his hooves, the gunman flew away, and the Chu Yudi that rose into the air volleyed downward, stabbing at Ao Xuan several times.

At the end of the move, Chu Yudi fell back into the saddle of chasing the sound again.

Instead of pulling back his horse's head, he confronted the remaining Guth riders.

After this battle, Ao Xuan, who was facing Xuanming and the others, only had a look of astonishment left. His horse slowly stopped, and his body slowly fell to the ground. Even the last words before his death did not have a chance to be told.

"The body is like a cold autumn, and I don't feel the maple. ”

At the same time as Ao Xuan died, Chu Yudi's lonely autumn mood reached its peak and exploded with a bang.

I only heard him smile proudly at the opponent: "I, the deputy pavilion master of Yaxuan Pavilion, Chu Yudi, the spear king of South Vietnam, is here today, who dares to fight again!"

The outbreak of Autumn Mood frightened everyone in the Gus cavalry except for Baylor. A line of heaven echoed Chu Yudi's wild laughter for a long time.

This "South Vietnamese Gun King" with red horses, red guns and red robes was in the limelight for a while.