Martial Sage

Wind swept through the wilderness, Jin Ge handed over.

咴咴咴.

Cheng Chumu silently lowered his mount, and stood up. On his horse, Cheng Chumu looked solemn. The golden gun in his hand was reflected in the red sunlight. It slid a track in the sky and chopped it down.

Almost at the same moment, Su Qingjie on the opposite side was also concentrating. His hands with violent veins clenched the double-edged spear, and the heavy weapon swung out, facing the fallen silver spear, and slammed into it.

boom.

This strike, both of them tried their best, and a huge sound rang through the entire field.

The next moment, after cruel training, Cheng Chumo showed his strength advantage. Su Qingjie, a burly figure, was cut off his horse like a cannonball, and fell to the rear. After two laps, he stopped.

Cang Dang.

The double-edged spear also fell down at this time and inserted it in two steps beside Su Qingjie.

Huhu.

The vigorous and fierce fighting consumed a huge amount of physical energy, and Su Qingjie took a heavy breath. The auspicious beast helmet on his head had already fallen aside, and his hair bun was hanging loosely on his shoulders.

Rubbing the sore shoulder, Su Qingjie stood up and drew the double-edged spear.

"Chu Mo! The battle today is lively!"

When he opened his mouth, he could faintly see the blood hanging in his mouth, a sword flower danced out, and the spear pointed at Cheng Chumo.

"Today! I must beat you!"

In the field of vision, a little bit of redness blurred the figure of the straddling war horse, and the spear Hanblade pointed directly at it.

Cheng Chu, riding on the war horse, was slightly surprised, and silently glanced at each other.

After a while, the figure of the war horse slowly turned off its horse, and, in surprise, all the soldiers patted the horses beside them. The horse seemed to be spiritual, and the horse's face rubbed against Cheng Chumo's body, and slowly went to stand quietly outside the field.

When he turned his head, Cheng Chumo's gaze became majestic.

In the middle of this year, most of Cheng Chumo had won many heads of generals following Tang Hao's eastward campaign, but the momentum of the person in front of him was really admirable.

The tail of the gun slammed to the ground, and when the smoke spread out, Cheng Chu said quietly.

"Never mind, I will convince you today!"

"I am worthy of Brother Su to fight!"

When the dust was lightly filled, Wu Tong frowned.

"This victory has already been divided, why continue to fight."

Tang Hao looked at the two people on the court with a faint smile on his lips.

"Cheng Chumo has followed me for more than a year, with a higher spirit, and it is rare to face a master like this in Datang."

"Don't convince the other party, even if you don't feel comfortable in your heart."

While talking, Tang Hao glanced at Su Dingfang, who was half-opened at the corner of his mouth, and slowly turned his head to Wu Tong.

"When Su Qingjie was young, he rushed to the battlefield with General Su, and all his skills were experienced on the battlefield, which is completely different from Cheng Chumu, who always guards the side."

"Being knocked down this time, I naturally feel a little dissatisfied."

"Furthermore, I also cherish this hard-won fighting opportunity. After all, I want to prove it to my father."

Between words, the two people on the court had already started to act again.

The rushing steps suddenly stopped as soon as the distance was pulled closer, the heavy double-edged spear pierced out like a storm amid the roars, and the Zhan Golden Tiger's head spear also galloped like a shower in the entire wilderness. Turned into flying shadows all over the sky.

Tens of thousands of soldiers were rushing to hustle and bustle first, watching this scene dumbfounded. In everyone's field of vision, amidst the sparks, the spear's offensive was blocked by all the silver spears swinging, and it was touched.

The huge collision of weapons seemed to provoke the blood in the body, boiling and spouting.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Su Qingjie's spear was not exhausted, the muscles of both arms were bulging, and the hands holding the spears, blood vessels violently slammed down, and a strong wind blew in the air and crashed down.

Cheng Chumo took an understated side step. When the spear fell to the ground, the silver spear pierced and buckled the spear ears and kicked towards Su Qingjie.

When the footprints were on the armour of the shoulders, a dull sound was heard, but Su Qingjie was reluctant to let go by Juli. Following this force, he forcibly pulled out the spear that had been inserted into the soil.

When he retreated, the spear swung out and shrouded in Cheng Chumo.

"Ah! Be careful!"

At this thrilling moment, many soldiers shouted in surprise.

Even a few generals took a step forward unconsciously and wanted to shout.

The spear's front has not stopped, Cheng Chumo already feels the strong wind hitting his face, knowing that this strike is full of great strength, if it is hard to resist, more or less muscles and bones will be damaged.

After thinking about it, he stepped abruptly and slammed into the opponent.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, the silver spear that was swung precisely inserted between the smashed spears, a spark flickered and jumped, the silver spear sank, and the tail of the spear grazed the ground, unloading most of its strength.

Cheng Chumo drew his sword abruptly and slashed the spear shaft. The whole body was also rushing across. With a sudden turn, the silver spear swept into a circle in his hand, trembling softly, turning into a roar.

Bang.

The silver spear swept across Su Qingjie's chest, and the barrel of the gun hit the breastplate of the breastplate. Amid the loud noise, Su Qingjie flew out toward the rear, and the spear in his hand made a long mark on the ground.

When he stopped, the front end of his body was full of sand, gravel and mud pushed out.

Wow, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

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