The Baiyun Cat and other horses all followed the old road and marched bravely towards the stone bridge. However, under Suba's command, the Flame Cat took a shortcut and crossed the fields and grass. After a while, they arrived at the riverside. The way forward was blocked by the river.

The river surface is about ten feet wide, and the water flows calmly.

On the shore, the flame horse did not stop at all, suddenly raised its front legs, raised its head, and whistled. When both hooves landed on the ground, they jumped into the river suddenly. They heard a loud sound of slap and splashed everywhere, and the flame horse floated out of the water like a dragon. The four hooves quickly slashed, their mane was swayed by the water, and their body floated and sank, and a force swam forward.

Suba fell into the water almost at the same time. He pulled his ponytail and swam to the opposite shore as he rose and floated.

The flame fog jumped out of the water, shaking its mane and shaking its tail, as if it was about to shake the wet water all over its body.

Suba jumped onto the horse's back regardless of the wetness, raised her whip, shouting "sheeping", and the flames rushed to the sound.

When the White Cloud Horse led the horses to roar across the bridge, the Flame Horse had already reached the end of the race and became the far-reaching winner.

The viewers, including Mochukhan, looked at each other. None of them expected that Suba would actually use this method to reach the finish line first.

It turned out that Baiyunju also took the shortcut, which happened three years ago.

Unfortunately that year, a mountain flood broke out after a heavy rain. The river surged, the turbulent flow whirlwind and the stormy waves swept away the horses that jumped into the river first.

Fortunately, Baiyunju was agile and quick-responsive, and survived the death.

However, the angry river left an unforgettable impression on it, and I still have fear and never dared to try again.

Other horses are only the white dragon horse and always follow it. Naturally, no one thought of finding another way and making a unique appearance. He always thought that he was familiar with the way and was sure to win, so Xie Tu and other riders could only regretfully "miss the front" this time.

Suba and the Flame Horse were the first to reach the finish line, but whether this method could be recognized made Modu Khan a little embarrassed.

After a while, Mochukhan turned to Sanger and asked, "Great Wizard, you presided over this horse racing. Do you think such a victory is worthy of?"

Sanger still admired and praised Suba's actions in his heart. He stood up and said, "Khan, we have not stipulated that we must cross the river from the stone bridge, and only stipulate that the winner is the one who reaches the finish line first! Therefore, there is no problem with this victory!"

After hearing what Sangel said, Mochu Khan had no choice but to announce that Lu Xiaoxian and his side had won the horse racing victory.

In the three competitions, Lu Xiaoxian took the lead, which is crucial to the final victory.

I thought I could see a horse racing that was evenly matched, but I thought it would end with this unexpected situation, which made many Turks not satisfied, so they had to focus on tomorrow's battle.

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The Turks advocated bravery and their fighting skills were not only the capital to save lives on the battlefield, but also necessary to make achievements.

The fighting between warriors from various tribes certainly made many viewers excited, but they were looking forward to the last competition even more. You should know that this is the Turkic warrior, the Right Sage Wang Que Teqin, competes with the warriors on the same side of Russia. The scene must be incomparable to the previous ones.

"Look, even the national teacher is here, there will definitely be a good show today!" The crowd

Someone muttered in a low voice.

Sure enough, a man wearing an iron mask appeared in the stands today. The Turkic national teacher Ashina, who rarely appeared, appeared.

Jiang Yuqiao silently looked at Ashina Jingliu in the stands. If it were in the past, he would have gone up to settle the score with this guy, but he now had no desire to compete with him.

When Que Teqin appeared, the crowd suddenly burst into earth-shaking cheers, and people rushed to witness the charm of the Turkic No. 1 warrior.

Que Teqin's expression was calm. While raising his hand to signal the surrounding viewers, his eyes also stared at the same side of Russia. Que Teqin wanted to know who the other party would send to the competition, but after searching for a while, he still couldn't see the clues.

Finally, Que Teqin saw his opponent.

When the Russian sent people came on the field, not only Que Teqin was shocked, but even the audience outside the field were stunned.

It turned out that there was a veiled girl standing on the field.

After the girl appeared, Lu Xiaoxian felt a little bad.

Originally, according to Lu Xiaoxian's idea, sending Jiang Yuqiao directly to the stage would definitely be done.

Although the Turks were brave, he did not believe that anyone in the Turks could defeat Jiang Yuqiao.

If this is true, plus the victory that Suba won yesterday, he can get two wins cleanly.

But Lu Xiaoxian could not say this idea. No matter what, he had to worry about Que Teqin's face. After all, Que Teqin is the number one warrior of the Turks, and his earliest plan was that he would go to the second game.

If someone else replaces Que Teqin to fight, Que Teqin will definitely lose face. Lu Xiaoxian can't say this anyway.

If something goes wrong, there will be a demon. If the opponent uses this strange weapon, it will definitely rely on something.

Thinking of this, Lu Xiaoxian looked at Jiang Yuqiao.

From the confrontation with Jiang Yuqiao, the concerns in his eyes were read out, which made Lu Xiaoxian even more uneasy.

Like Lu Xiaoxian, Sona also realized that the situation was not good. Although the girl was covered with a veil, Sona recognized her as her close friend Yan Zhongyi at first sight.

Others don’t understand Yan Zhongyi, and Sona knows very well that Yan Zhongyi’s weak appearance is hidden in a strong martial arts.

Although Que Teqin is brave, he doesn't know anything about Yan Zhongyi. If you have the will to make a mistake, you will definitely lose more than good or bad.

Sona's eyes were filled with resentment, and she shot at Yan Zhongyi hatred. The night before yesterday, she had already told Yan Zhongyi what she was thinking.

But as her best friend, Yan Zhongyi actually came to disrupt the situation at a critical moment, so Suna would of course be angry.

As if she noticed Sona glanced at her angry eyes, Yan Zhongyi lowered her head, and could see that she was also feeling guilty.

Mochu Khan announced the start of the competition, and everyone took back their minds and watched the competition in the venue.

According to regulations, the two must fight with their own weapons immediately until one side admits defeat.

Que Teqin quickly stepped onto the war horse and pulled out a scimitar from his waist.

Yan Zhongyi was not showing weakness either. He rode on the horse's back with a move of "swallow spread its wings" in a blink of an eye, and a long sword was already in his hand at some point.

The two of them left head-on, Que Teqin took the lead in swinging his sword, Yan Zhongyi hid in a kick and flashed through the blade, and then attacked with a sword and stabbed out.

Both sides passed by. Que Teqin was about to turn the horse's head, but saw the horse under his crotch and kneeling with a long neigh.

Descend to the ground.

Que Teqin was caught off guard and fell on the horse. Fortunately, he was very skilled and rolled forward and quickly got up.

Although he was not injured, he was covered in dirt and was in a mess.

Yan Zhongyi had abandoned the horse at some point and stood quietly in front of Que Teqin.

The people outside the field were silent. They thought the masked woman was vulnerable in front of Que Teqin, but they did not expect that the two sides would change from horse war to infantry war in just one encounter.

Although it seems that the difference between the two sides is equal, one is covered in dust and the other is elegant and elegant, and both sides are judged immediately.

"What a smart woman!" Jiang Yuqiao couldn't help but sigh.

The others didn't see the trick, but Jiang Yuqiao could see it clearly. The sword that Yan Zhongyi stabbed did not stab Que Teqin, but stabbed his mount with clever force.

Que Teqin is a general at the moment, and his horse's skills will be greatly reduced, but Yan Zhongyi is just the opposite. Fighting under a horse is her strength.

With one decline and the other rising, Yan Zhongyi's chance of winning changed from seven points to nine points.

Que Teqin was known as the number one warrior of the Turks, but he suffered a secret loss under a woman. He was very angry and rushed towards Yan Zhongyi like a hungry wolf.

The people watching couldn't help but secretly worry about Yan Zhongyi. Que Teqin and Yan Zhongyi were not even a little different in size and age.

Que Teqin didn't take Yan Zhongyi seriously at all. He felt that his strength was greater than Yan Zhongyi. He could reduce his strength by one force and win easily by just suppressing it with force.

When he got closer, Que Teqin did not feel any pity for the beauty. He raised his sword and slashed at Yan Zhongyi. One sword was as fast as a knife, and it opened and closed, like a huge wave striking the shore, and the sound of breaking through the air was like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring.

Yan Zhongyi didn't fight back, as he was as light as a swallow and as a spirit as a drum flea, and kept dodging.

The two sides fought together, and it seemed that Que Teqin had the upper hand, but after more than a dozen moves, he didn't even meet Yan Zhongyi's corner of his clothes.

As he fought, Yan Zhongyi seemed to be unable to resist it anymore. Que Teqin was overjoyed and became more and more fierce as he fought, but he could not succeed in using all his skills.

In fact, Yan Zhongyi only pretended to be unable to withstand, and wanted to explore Que Teqin's ability.

Now that she knew Que Teqin's background, she immediately turned to defense and offense.

Yan Zhongyi used the skill of "passing through flowers and trees" and quickly rotated around Que Teqin. His sword appeared like flashes, his steps were as strict as he was, he stabbed up and took it down, and he took it up and down, and attacked inside and outside, which was dazzling.

Que Teqin gradually couldn't resist such a fierce attack. But he was known as the number one warrior of the Turks, so of course he couldn't lose face. He shouted and wanted to fight Yan Zhongyi for his life.

Yan Zhongyi took advantage of his light body and agile legs to fight wits and courage with Que Teqin.

After dozens of rounds, Que Teqin was so tired that he was breathing, while Yan Zhongyi was not blushing and was not breathing. The more he fought, he became more and more energetic. He was tighter than the move, and he was fiercer than the move, and pressed step by step.

Que Teqin felt dazzled and gradually couldn't stand it.

Finally, both sides stopped, and Yan Zhongyi pointed the long sword in his hand at Que Teqin's throat.

Although Que Teqin looked pale, he still threw the scimitar in his hand on the ground with a graceful manner and said loudly: "I lost!"

Yan Zhongyi took back his long sword, and without saying a word, turned around and disappeared in a short while.
Chapter completed!