Amidst the rapid shouting, a caravan rushed on its way crazily, aiming for a pass more than ten miles away.
Unfortunately, a thin line behind them was approaching at lightning speed. After a moment, it turned into a noisy and wild band of horse thieves.
After a while, the horse's hooves kicked up the slowly rising dust, which was like a wall of wind, blowing and covering the caravan's face with the wind.
"Hey hey hey!"
Thirty or forty iron horse thieves caught up with them, giving out a menacing sneer. Their cruel and bloodthirsty eyes fell on this Turkic caravan, like wolves waiting for food.
These horse thieves were nothing more than that, but what made everyone in Turkic people's hearts sink was that the leader of the horse thieves was the Flying Eagle who had recently become famous.
Qu Ao!
He is tall and tall, sitting upright on a horse. He is tall and tall. He is wearing a warrior uniform, a cloak, and cowhide boots. He is masculine and domineering, and has a very heavy appearance. He does not look like a horse thief, but more like a nobleman from the prairie.
The sharp eyes under his thick eyebrows and his unusually high forehead all show that he is brave, resourceful and wise. He is definitely not a young man who went bald early.
At this time, Qu Ao looked at a group of glaring Turkic warriors and spoke slowly: "On the grassland, both lions and leopards are masters of hunting. Do you know the difference between them?"
The caravan was stunned and no one answered.
The horse thieves looked like they were watching a good show.
They had already adapted to it. They had listened to it so many times that they knew it by heart, but they were still interested in each other's reactions.
Qu Ao's emotions were still very full, as if he was narrating it for the first time, with a tone full of ups and downs: "The difference between them is that lions come together in groups, and they always recharge their batteries and attack at their peak. They never act recklessly."
, with precise deployment, different strategies for different situations. For example, to observe the enemy, the lion king will divide the group into two or three groups, lie on the periphery of the prey, and wait for several hours..."
At this point, he paused, and as expected, he received a group of gasps.
Everyone in the caravan was unconsciously attracted by Qu Ao's voice, and imagined that scene in their minds.
They seemed to have turned into those cattle, horses, sheep and deer, and these thieves were a pride of lions recharging their strength.
Not to mention the merchants who had not fought before, even the Turkic warriors hired by them had a change in their expressions.
Qu Ao was very satisfied with this rhythm, and continued: "When they determine whether the prey is weak or not, two or three lions will rush forward to drive them away, scattering the prey and isolating it..."
Having said this, the horse thief separated out several people appropriately and forced them over.
The guards who had been preparing to resist lost their fighting spirit. The wealthy businessman leading the charge could no longer bear the pressure. He stepped forward and said: "We are willing to hand over 30% of the goods and ask the lions of the grassland to let us go!"
Qu Ao seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and continued: "When the prey lose their ability to resist, the lions will go out in groups, using various methods such as taking turns to chase, confuse the enemy, ambush and kill, and kill those who were once faster than them.
Prey, turned into delicious delicacies! Are you, a herd of cattle and sheep, qualified to negotiate terms with me? Kill them!"
He doesn't want 30%.
He wants it all.
Next, it’s time to sharpen the knife and fight against the pigs and sheep.
However, at this moment, a pleasant voice suddenly sounded: "Then, what about the leopard?"
Qu Ao's expression changed.
Because he actually couldn't find the location of the speaker.
He felt that the voice seemed to come from the caravan, but also seemed to come from the distant horizon, and even seemed to come from his own heart.
A creepy feeling arose, as if he was being targeted by a ferocious beast.
Have you become a cow or a sheep?
No!
Suddenly, a sense of shame surged up from the bottom of his heart, and Qu Ao felt as if his chest was going to explode.
"Say! Why don't you speak?"
When the voice came again, he gave up his search and relied on his hard-earned fighting and intuition to suddenly fly into the sky, jumping several feet high.
Whoosh!
Everyone subconsciously raised their heads and saw him spreading his arms, changing from rising to falling, and swooping down wildly, like a vulture gliding down from a high place to grab the favorite prey and delicacies on the grassland.
If all the Turkic warriors were confused and mentally suppressed by Qu Ao's words before, then at this moment, they were really suppressed by the strong wind blowing in their faces, making them unable to open their eyes and giving birth to sincere fear in their hearts.
However, at this moment, a shadow suddenly flashed.
Except for Qu Ao, no one could really see clearly that it was actually a sleeve. With a flick and a shake, Qu Ao, who had been swooping like an eagle just now, flew across the sky, almost turning into a point of light in mid-air like a gray wolf.
Of course, the reality is not that exaggerated. Qu Ao just crossed a very steep parabola and landed on the horse's back with a bang.
Yes, he fell back on his horse.
At this moment, Qu Ao couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
Fortunately, the weather outside the Great Wall was different from that in the Central Plains. No matter how much he smoked, he could not change anything. He just realized that he had encountered an unprecedented enemy.
The most terrifying thing is not this casual repulsion, but also the fact that no one can see the specific appearance of that person, whether he speaks or does it.
It seemed like a shadow walking in the white night, possessing incredible magical power.
"No! I am Qu Ao, the flying eagle! How can I surrender!"
However, this feeling of decadence and powerlessness only lasted for a short moment, and was suppressed by Qu Ao.
He stretched out his hand to explore and saw a thirty-stone longbow. Yes, he read that right. The thirty-stone long bow was fully drawn in his hand.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three powerful arrows left the short bow and shot out like lightning, aiming at the most critical leader of the caravan.
Surround Wei and rescue Zhao!
He thought that the attacker must be the protector of the caravan, and he could at least force the other party to show up. However, under the explosive power of thirty stones, the arrows passed through the three wealthy Turkic businessmen like lightning, and their chests exploded.
He couldn't even scream and died on the spot.
No one came to the rescue at all.
Qu Ao was stunned, then suddenly sensed something and looked at the horse thieves around him.
"No!"
Immediately afterwards, he let out a roar that shook the sky.
Because Tiele's men on the horses were all sitting quietly, with blood marks on their necks.
They walked peacefully, without even pain.
But this kind of collective death is too unkind to Qu Ao.
"Come out! Come out! Come out!"
He roared wildly, wildly pulling the thirty-stone long bow, and arrows shot out like thunder.
This kind of venting still has an effect.
The next moment, an arrow shot towards the northwest suddenly froze in mid-air. A long, white hand, as if stretched out from nothingness, held the tip of the arrow between its thumb and index finger.
Time seemed to suddenly stand still.
Then……
Peng!
The thirty stone arrow was shattered inch by inch.
Seeing this scene, Qu Ao's eyes widened, and then without saying a word, he turned his horse around and ran wildly.
But the slow and pleasant voice sounded again and penetrated into my ears: "You haven't finished the story just now. Compared with lions, no animal can outrun a leopard in a short-distance run, so leopards are all masters of stealth.
, as long as it reaches a certain range, almost every hit will hit..."
At this time, Qu Ao didn't care that his face was swollen, and he galloped with all his strength. At the same time, he drew his long bow to full capacity again, making a gesture of risking his life.
Huang Shang still recognized Qu Ao's storytelling ability and followed him leisurely.
After the confrontation just now, he wanted to take back his previous contempt.
The young Qu Ao is still very powerful.
Of course, Qu Ao is not a grandmaster yet. How can a grandmaster be so successful?
But among the masters, Qu Ao is already considered the top one.
Ignoring his hairline, he is actually only twenty-three years old, and his strength is roughly as much as that of Qu Ao, who is 0.7 in the original plot.
It sounds weird, but that's what it means. It's definitely comparable to Ba Fenghan who just appeared.
It's a pity that compared to Ba Fenghan, who embraced him and became a member of the multi-ethnic group and had a happy life, Qu Ao's life was tragic. It was like a roller coaster that crashed. He kept rising in the early stage, and then he reached a turning point.
It started to fall, but normal people can still rise back up. But because Qu Ao was in an accident, it was like ahhhhh bang!
"It's not bad."
This is exactly what Huang Shang needs.
The situation outside the Great Wall today is no different than during the Sui and Tang Dynasties.
Now the Turkic Empire dominates the grasslands, and other ethnic groups are living in fear with their noses raised.
The friction between the Turks and the Central Plains was no longer one or two. Not to mention the Sui and Tang Dynasties, the Northern Qi Dynasty also had wars with the Turks.
Therefore, Qu Ao opposed the Turks in this way, and the Tiele people, who had no time to go to the Central Plains to cause trouble, could still survive in Huang Shang's hands.
This is the difference between him and Ssangyong.
Shuanglong has a group of grassland friends who are happy to cut wood to everyone and work together for national friendship.
He does not want to be tired by cutting down trees, but rather convinces people with his virtue.
Qu Ao was the first person to surrender.
When the caravan completely disappeared, Huang Shang flicked his finger, causing the horse under Qu Ao's crotch to fall forward and immediately lose the breath of life.
Qu Ao knew he couldn't escape, so he jumped up and landed on the ground.
This time I turned around and finally saw my enemy.
Huang Shang is in the Demon Gate state, with his feet slightly suspended in the air, standing in front of him like a demon.
Qu Ao took a deep breath and calmed down. His eyes showed a determination to die, and his skills were operating at full capacity.
The rest of the world disappeared, as if only myself and the powerful enemy in front of me were left.
Huang Shang strolled forward, waiting for Qu Ao to use the Seven Waves.
The key to this unique skill created by Qu Ao is seven. This seven means seven acupoints, which are used as the source to control the transmission of true energy. The change of true energy can change continuously in a short period of time. The transmission and reception are controlled by the heart.
It is indeed a top-notch unique skill.
Qu Ao is a genius in martial arts. He successfully mastered seven acupoints at the age of twenty-three and created the Seven Turns of Mad Waves. However, according to normal development, it would not be until ten years later that he could master one more acupoint and create the seven-turn mad wave.
The storm is 20% off.
By the age of forty-one, all the acupoints all over the body can be controlled at will, which is called the Nine Transformations of Ningzhen.
Obviously, the "nine" here does not refer to the nine acupoints, but because "nine" is the end of the number, taking the meaning of "infinite", the martial arts has been completed, and the desire to fight with Bi Xuan has arisen.
The above is the official description, which reflects Qu Ao's master status, which he achieved step by step.
Then, right after this description, he became Ba Fenghan's stepping stone.
Then, it is basically a grandmaster-level combat power counting unit.
Now, Qu Ao, who was still twenty-three years old, was in a life-and-death crisis. He suddenly jumped out and grabbed him with both hands.
This grip contains seven kinds of real energy from each finger: sucking, piercing, removing, sealing, cutting, pecking, and pulling. It can be said to be unpredictable and difficult to defend against.
Huang Shang showed a hint of appreciation, stretched out his fingers, and played seven times in a row as if playing a pipa.
Seven explosions occurred in succession. Qu Ao's figure took advantage of the force and flew backwards, circling like a flying eagle. At a speed that was too fast to be seen with the naked eye, he attacked again. His hands once again appeared to press, hit, and sweep.
Stab, chop and other exquisite techniques.
But no matter how dexterous Qu Ao's fingers are and how versatile his strength is, it's all useless.
Huang Shang allowed him to develop as much as he wanted, while exploring the use of the seven major acupoints in his body while observing the explosion of his luck.
Every grandmaster is a proud son of heaven and has good fortune. Only a small number of them can support them in turning disasters into good fortunes, encountering one after another, and eventually becoming great masters. Most of them can only support their glory in the first half of their lives.
Qu Ao was now in the glorious stage of the first half of his life. Seeing that he was so clever and changeable that he could not help the powerful enemy in front of him, he suddenly accelerated and with the power of an eagle fighting a rabbit, his hands turned into thousands of claws.
This is purely regardless of the consumption of skill. The seven major acupoints in the body almost turned into seven major whirlpools. The true energy surged wildly, and the energy rushed wildly. His claws also completely enveloped the three-foot radius with Huang Shang as the center.
, forcing him to take on this powerful offensive.
Huang Shang chose respect, and his figure began to flicker.
Each step he took was very small, but from an unexpected angle, he just dodged Qu Ao's offensive in advance.
There was no unexpected sound of fighting, and in the wind and lightning, Qu Ao was like an unpredictable flying eagle, assuming various postures, circling or flying sideways, and pounced again and again. The secrets that were usually difficult to understand were clearly understood.
The combat power increased out of thin air.
But he seemed to be fighting with a ball of air, unable to touch even half of the opponent's clothes, but those high-pitched eyes were staring at him from beginning to end.
In Qu Ao's feeling, the enemy in front of him is like a patient eagle cook, no matter how amazing power he bursts out, he can suppress it with a snap of his fingers.
The gap is too big.
Qu Ao had no idea that he was facing one point seven of his own grandmasters. The strength of both sides was completely different from his own. How could he fight like this?
It was only a quarter of an hour, but in Qu Ao's mind, it seemed as long as eternity.
Stay until you have no more confidence.
Stay until your mind explodes.
Luck has its limits. Finally, Qu Ao felt exhausted. The energy in his body was drained, and he fell down, unable to fly again.
He raised his forehead and looked at Huang Shang in fear: "Why don't you just kill me?"
Huang Shang looked down at him quietly, with a hint of infinite temptation at the corner of his mouth: "Do you long for power?"
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