Tiger

In terms of strength, Song Xian was greater than Cao Peng.

In terms of experience, Song Xian has more experience than Cao Peng.

When it comes to weapons, Song Xian is superior to Cao Peng.

In short, no matter which angle you look at it, Cao Peng is not Song Xian's opponent.

But unfortunately, Song Xian was beaten very badly by Cao Peng. Cao Peng's man and horse were one, and he seemed to be more powerful than the Huns who had lived on horseback for many years. That damn horse Zhao Yebai seemed to have spirituality and was fighting.

The speed kept changing during the process. Sometimes it was fast, sometimes it was slow, sometimes it stopped suddenly, and sometimes it accelerated. It was in this constantly changing speed that Song Xian completely lost his advantage.

Every time they had a confrontation, Cao Peng was always restrained.

Moreover, Cao Peng's sword seemed to have a strange strength.

It was not a simple force, but a kind of energy! A kind of strength that Song Xian couldn't figure out, how it was generated. The short-distance burst, coupled with the unpredictable strength on the sword, made Song Xian

Song Xian felt extremely uncomfortable. Every time a powerful force appeared, he was forced to fight in a panic. After more than a dozen rounds, Song Xian was beaten by Cao Peng to the point where he was unable to fight back for a while.

As for Cao Peng, he seemed to have become ruthless, too, and his sword was ruthless!

"Stop it all!"

A loud roar of thunder echoed in Song Xian's ears.

Song Xian couldn't help but be ecstatic when he heard this familiar voice.

Of course he could tell who the shout came from.

I thought to myself: Little boy, you are going to be in trouble.

As a result, he stopped subconsciously, completely forgetting that at this moment, he and Cao Peng were in a fierce battle, fighting to the death.

Cao Peng also heard the roar, but he didn't pay attention.

All the energy was concentrated on Song Xian. Under the gentle tapping of Cao Peng's palm, Zhao Yebai understood Cao Peng's thoughts. While running rapidly, it suddenly exerted force again. And this

At that moment, Song Xian was distracted and seemed to have forgotten to resist.

Cao Peng held the knife in both hands, with the blade facing outward. His body was leaning on the horse, and the big knife was lying sideways.

"Ziyuan, be careful!"

Someone shouted loudly.

Ziyuan is the cousin of Song Xian.

Only then did Song Xian react, but Cao Peng had already arrived.

Iron hoofs stamp on the ground, making a clicking sound.

Cao Peng raised his sword at an angle, and a cold light tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound as it slashed towards Song Xian.

This was also Cao Peng's move to distance himself. The sword was shining brightly, and the sword energy was cold. Song Xian came to his senses, and the cold sword energy was already pressing into his body.

He couldn't help shouting, and instinctively lifted the reins. The horse Xi Yu under his crotch hissed loudly, raised its hooves and stood upright.

But Song Xian shrunk his neck on the horse, abandoned his gun and hugged the horse with both hands. The sword flashed past, and he rushed past Song Xian like lightning in the white wind in the night. Song Xian took a long breath, let go, and heard the war horse let out a miserable hiss.

, blood mist sprayed from the horse's chest to its neck. That blast ripped open the horse's belly. The horse hit the ground with its front hooves and fell to the ground with a pop, and blood flowed gurglingly.

Song Xian was pressed by the horse corpse, soaked in blood, and screamed.

"Junhou, save me!"

At this moment, he felt as if he was wandering on the line between life and death, and he was in shock.

"Little doll, be brave!"

Cao Peng turned his horse around and just reined it in.

There was a roar like thunder in his ears, and in front of his eyes he saw a ball of fire beating towards him like wind.

Immediately, the general held a halberd in one hand and hit Cao Peng with his head.

Not to mention anything else, the momentum alone almost made Cao Peng suffocate.

who is it?

An idea flashed through Cao Peng's mind, and he raised his knife to block it.

Before the swords and halberds clashed, a terrifying aura roared in like a mighty mountain. It was not a real force, but a kind of momentum, a kind of momentum that Cao Peng couldn't explain clearly, but he couldn't understand it in his heart.

Very bright and imposing...

Momentum is a very mysterious thing to talk about.

The so-called domineering spirit cannot be explained clearly in words.

As soon as the general made a move, Cao Peng realized something was wrong. He must not force the attack this time, otherwise, he would be dead. With the thought in his mind, he lightly knocked the horse's belly with his feet. His arms, which were originally stretched, suddenly

There is a weird curved arc between them.

There was a clang and the swords and halberds met.

The overwhelming force almost made Cao Peng unable to hold the steel knife in his hand.

He shouted loudly and put all his strength into his Dantian. At the moment when the swords and halberds were clashing, Zhao Yebai straightened his front legs, slightly bent his hind legs, as if he was about to sit down, and the horse's body sank down.

Cao Peng also took advantage of this sinking gap to pass the painting pole and halberd sideways. Then he roared loudly, and Zhao Yebai suddenly used the force of his hind legs to rise up. With the power of Zhao Yebai's leap,

Cao Peng stepped on the stirrup with both feet, and his arms were filled with energy. He stood up from the horse with a sigh, held the sword tightly in both hands, pressed the edge of the halberd against the painting pole, and drew the sword diagonally, as fast as lightning, toward the group of people.

The fire was smeared out, and the face was distorted, especially ferocious.

"Huh?"

The general couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

There was a hint of appreciation and a hint of anger in his voice.

The two horses were staggered, and Cao Peng and the general turned their horses' heads at the same time. Cao Peng's heart was beating hard, and cold sweat flowed down his back, soaking his underwear.

You can never experience that terrible feeling without being there.

When a mountain presses towards you, it is such a terrifying momentum.

The hand holding the sword couldn't help but tremble.

For a moment, his body seemed to be exhausted and was shaking slightly. After swallowing, Cao Peng raised his head and looked intently.

I saw a general in front of me, wearing a golden crown with a chicken feather on his head.

He wears a hundred-flower war robe, Tang Ni treasure armor, a lion jade belt around his waist, a brocade cloak with a black background and a red face, and a painted pole halberd in his palm.

The painted pole halberd is as thick as a goose egg and nearly four meters long.

The branches on both ears are shining with cold light, and the blade of the halberd is wide, with a width of twenty centimeters.

The halberd pole is made of hemp steel. It is dark and engraved with a coiled dragon...Looking down, you can see a red rabbit hissing wind beast with fiery red hair all over its body. It is two feet long, with strong limbs and a fat body.

Strong. Those hooves as big as a bowl are tapping the ground, snorting from time to time, snorting, shaking their heads and tails, just like a dragon out of the sea, circling in the opposite direction!

Red Tuma, I’m so excited...

A good horse is as spiritual as a human being.

They are also eager to meet opponents. However, it is generally difficult for BMW horses like Red Rabbit and Neighbor to meet opponents.

Otherwise, wouldn’t such good horses be seen everywhere?

Now Chitu Ma met Teru Yebai, as if he had met his opponent in chess.

Not only the red rabbit was excited, but Zhao Yebai was also very excited. If Cao Peng hadn't held on to the reins tightly, he might have rushed over and competed with the red rabbit.

The two dragon horses roared lowly from time to time, as if challenging each other.

The general on Red Rabbit's horse was majestic and murderous. He jumped off the horse. He was about two meters tall. He was tall and strong, but not like Dian Wei Xu Chu, who had broad shoulders and round waist. He had a pair of tiger eyes, which were bright.

There is a spirit, with slanted sideburns, exuding a heroic spirit. The face has sharp edges and corners, as if it were chopped with a knife and an ax, and the lines are full of masculine beauty, which makes people admire it.

"Little doll, you are not bad at skills!"

The general shouted coldly and his voice was particularly loud.

At this time, the two generals following him also rushed over and separated Xu Yidianman and Wei Xuhou into two persons.

The retinues on both sides also separated, and each one stood behind the master, each with an angry look on his face.

Both sides suffered casualties, but overall, it was Hou Cheng's men who suffered a small loss...

On Hou Cheng's side, three of his subordinates were killed and more than ten were seriously injured; while on Cao Peng's side, one was killed and seven were injured, and the situation was not much better.

"Junhou!"

Hou Cheng, Wei Xu and others bowed in front of the general.

At the same time, Song Xian was also pulled out from under the horse's corpse. He was covered in blood and limped over to salute the general.

Outside the crowd, an old man, accompanied by a middle-aged man, stood on a carriage and watched the battle with his hands folded.

"Yuanlong, who are those three little dolls?"
To be continued...