"It's a deal! If I win, please ask Prince Daur to evacuate all the people from the three nearby cities! I will go and receive it tomorrow!" Yun Jingchu urged his horse forward, stretched out his hand, and shook hands with Daur
High five.
"Marshal, come on!" Everyone in the Yuan Dynasty team shouted, and then the war drums rumbled.
"Prince Daur, knock her down!" Over there, the Jin and Huns troops were not to be outdone, shouting loudly and beating their war drums.
Phew! With the sound of wind, Daur drew his sword from his back and pointed it slowly at Yun Jingchu. Yun Jingchu also drew his sword from his back and pointed it slowly at Daur.
The two of them were riding horses, moving slowly on the spot, looking for each other's weaknesses, and striving to win with one blow.
Both sides were sweating for their coach. On Yun Jingchu's side, perhaps only Wu Jiu was more relaxed. Baili Wushang clenched the sword in his hand, and for the first time, his palms became sweaty due to nervousness.
Finally, Daur struck first and struck Yun Jingchu's neck with a knife. Yun Jingchu lowered his body to avoid the sharp knife.
Dawu'er's sword missed, and the sword in his hand turned around and slashed downwards. Yun Jingchu stepped aside and stretched out his sword to block. Buzz! The swords struck each other, and Yun Jingchu felt numb in the tiger's mouth.
, couldn't help but frowned.
Under the illumination of the torch, Yun Jingchu's subtle expression did not escape Daouer's eyes. Daouer couldn't help but feel a flash of joy in his heart, and the knife in his hand danced faster and faster, with the sound of whistling wind.
As one of the top ten warriors in the Kingdom of Jin, Dawu'er's strength and swordsmanship are not to mention. Although Yun Jingchu's swordsmanship is exquisite, as a woman, her strength always lags behind Dawu'er's.
Therefore, for a moment, Yun Jingchu was helpless and surrounded by dangers. He could only parry but had no strength to fight back. Soon, under the firelight, crystal beads of sweat appeared on the tip of Yun Jingchu's nose and forehead.
When Daur saw this, he became even more ecstatic. He originally thought that this woman was a ruthless character, but he didn't expect that she was just a paper tiger. He was misled by her ruthlessness and was forced to give in again and again by her.
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Thinking of this, a huge anger arose in Daur's heart and he urgently needed to vent, so the knife in his hand danced like airtight...
Bang bang bang! Chi chi chi!
The swords kept colliding with each other, making different high and low sounds. The expression on Yun Jingchu's face became more and more labored. Correspondingly, his face became paler and paler. His whole face was covered with sweat, and his expression was dignified and serious...
On the sidelines, Yun Jingyan and others who were watching were all sweating for Yun Jingchu, including Wu Jiu, whose originally cheerful expression became solemn and serious. Behind them, all the soldiers of the Yuan Kingdom had the same expression.
Worried and solemn...
However, the Jin and Huns soldiers on the other side of Daur were different. They had excited and excited expressions on their faces, and their eyes glowed brightly under the firelight...
Chi...
Yun Jingchu and Daur clashed with each other again. The two were deadlocked in place, refusing to give in. The swords in their hands rubbed against each other, sparks bursting out!
A sinister smile appeared on Dawu'er's face, and he pressed the knife in his hand towards Yun Jingchu. Yun Jingchu gritted his teeth and tried his best to push back the sword that was pressing towards her...
However, she was powerless, and the sword was still getting closer to her inch by inch. At first it was an arm's length, and slowly it became half an arm's length...