Chapter 105 Knife and Eagle

The barbarians use knives without rules, but why can they be called knives?

In the words of the barbarian knife, the barbarian's knife method is a fierce and unparalleled momentum, like a male horse with new hair in early spring, full of explosive power and majestic momentum, which is inseparable from the harsh living environment of the far north grassland. The basic knife techniques of the barbarians are nothing more than chopping, cutting, cutting horizontally, and vertical stabbing. It is not like the variety of knife methods in the south, and the drawn knife spectrum can pile up several large boxes.

It can be said that the first person who used a knife and the last person who used a knife to use a knife learned the same knife skill. They practiced their strength by urinating and chopping wooden stakes, standing on the horse step by step to stabilize the plate. In the same way, Zhaerhua · Wutu bone can cut off a barbarian cow with one knife, and the inferior barbarian warrior can't even cut off a sheep!

Zerhua laughed at the rules-oriented knife spectrum in the south and turned over a knife secret book bought from southern merchants. Pages of paper slid between his fingers, and the movements of the characters drawn on the paper were automatically connected, like comic strips. The barbarian warrior with dark green eyes like a wolf sneered: "On the battlefield, others are going to cut their necks with a knife. Do they still want to follow the knife score?" The battlefield is ever-changing against the enemy. Is it possible to accuse the opponent of being uneasy?

The knife skills of the barbarians are killing, and the knife skills of the southerners are more of a performance and ornamental nature.

Night stars are convinced. This is also the reason why the far north cavalry with the same armored horse can easily crush the better equipped southern cavalry.

How to kill the enemy more effectively is the essence of barbarian knife skills.

Night Xingchen and Li Qingqi urged the war horse at the same time, crazily urging the war horse to run, and the war horse that spit out a foot of white fog was like a fierce beast, biting each other and rushing towards each other. Ye Xingchen, the war horse, raised the knife diagonally over his shoulder, which was the standard assault and killing posture of the barbarian clan. Li Qingyu raised the knife to his waist and rushed forward with the tip of the knife to make an assassination.

The two horses collided, their front hoofs were raised high, and the hoofs of the horses nailed to hit the chest of the other horse. The fierce and unruly horses were like hungry wolves on the battlefield, opening their mouths to bite each other, and making a violent whine in their mouths.

The night star suddenly waved the knife down, and the knife strength was condensed. The dark divine knife seemed to have no front. It chopped each other with Li Qingyu's Cang navy standard tooth knife, bursting out a series of dazzling sparks. The two sons who were once one of the best in Shangji City are no different from the tough and fearless warriors.

Li Qingyu narrowed his eyes, turned the horse's head, stood opposite it, and sneered, "It's a little catty. I wanted to stab you through and get off the horse with a knife--"

After saying half of his words, he couldn't continue, and his narrow Danfeng's eyes suddenly widened, including anger.

The night star raised the knife with a blank face, and the tip of the knife held a light blue fur. The cold wind swept by, and the fur of the far north blue fox flew with the wind.

It was the moment when he just passed by, Ye Xingchen cut off his big command with a knife, and he didn't realize it.

"Why dress so gracefully on the battlefield? Do you want to die with a decent life?" Ye Xingchen threw the narrow and long divine knife with a blank face, and the wisp of snow fox fur slipped off from the tip of the knife and was swept to the sky by the wind.

"The generals who are in command on the battlefield don't have to kill the generals on the front line. Since you want to fight with me, why do you pay attention to demeanor?"

Li Qingyu looked at him and then at himself, and became more and more angry. In the ice and snow, Ye Xingchen only wore soft leather armor, and added a layer of ring lock armor that did not hinder the flexibility of the body. Sitting on the horse, he was thin and straight, like a flash of lightning. The snow fox Qiu he wanted to give to his father is indeed out of place.

If his father is alive and sees his embarrassing appearance, he will definitely laugh at him!

Ha ha, it's just that I don't learn anything, and I don't even understand this common sense! The soldiers rushed to the front, as a horse leather shroud, and the general sat in the middle of the town and planned a strategy!

He lost half to Ye Xingchen!

Li Qingyu pulled off the bow tie of the fox's coat and threw it away. The cold wind instantly plundered his body temperature. He straightened his chest, as if to let the cold wind wrapped in black veil and white snow penetrate his whole body.

The fierce wind and snow penetrated his cowardice and fear, leaving only courage and determination.

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By nature, Xiaowu is not bad. He is not a bloodthirsty villain. As an assassin, he must kill people with the slightest trauma and the slightest movement. When he fought selflessly on this bloody battlefield, he tasted unprecedented pleasure.

The assassin is a snake, lurking in the dark, only waiting for a fatal blow when the prey appears.

The samurai is a tiger, powerful and powerful, and invincible wherever he goes.

When snakes are used to sneak attacks and smell the pleasure of tigers and wolves biting their prey, they will only be more infatuated. His huge force was like a heavy hammer hitting the city on the battlefield, his clenched fists were like sandbags, and he hit the horses hard, beating these heroes repeatedly. He ignored the orders of the warriors on his back and rampaged on his back. He did not want to be hammered again by the short fat man again.

When he jumped high, his heavy body could also fly in the air like a swallow, and then smashed it down heavily and bombarded a piece of warrior into mud.

Judging from the current situation, he and Liuzi are divided according to the realm of Fanyang Wufu, both of which are above the middle grade.

No wonder Fanyang's Guo Amon wants to kill the world so much. Although the master of the world is not easy to cultivate, it really costs a lot to go against the government. Ten armors and below 100 armors and above are top grades. Isn't it all filled in with the lives of warriors?

The government is comfortable, but such a world is too dull!

He really wants to roar - is there anyone who can let him go?

The next moment, a sinister whisper sounded in my ear: "Baby, what does it mean to bully a soldier? Come on, grandpa will fight with you!"

Xiaowu was shocked. He was really evil. Just as he wanted to say why there was no master, the master came! The speaker can come behind him silently, and this restraining effort is on him!

As soon as he turned around, he only saw a bright bald head and grinned, "Whose grandfather are you? I'm still your grandfather - uh!"

Before he finished his words, he was pressed on the door by the bald head, as sharp and powerful as an eagle's claws, and his nearly 200 catties of body was pushed back.

I only heard a bald head shout, and the muscles of **'s arm swelled up, pressing the fat ball into the palm of his hand and pushing it out.

Compete with street ruffians without rules.

Xiao Wu's body was pushed upside down and flew out, rolling on the black sand and white snow, like a stone floating in the water.

Several Cang navy warriors who were fighting with Xiao Wu saw the terrible fat man being beaten into the distance and disappearing in sight. Looking at the bald middle-aged man, there was a little more fear in their eyes.

It's only that the world of Fanyang has withered too much. It has become a legend that one person killed hundreds of thousands of martial arts. When the veterans talked about the martial arts at that time, they only laughed and thought it was a joke. When all this really happened in front of us, there was only a shock.

"Is there another doll? Clean it up together!" The man stabbed an eagle on his head glanced at Xiaoliu blankly. The warriors only saw a shadow passing by. The next moment, the bald man stood in front of Liuzi. His burly body was one head higher than the tall and thin Xiaoliu. His eyes were generally deep, and there were two shadows under the towering eyebrows. However, Liuzi's eyes are too thin, while the bald man has prominent eyebrows and bones, and he is of some ethnic minority blood.

Liuzi's face is expressionless. No matter when, he is so bland, it seems that nothing is worth his happiness or sadness. Compared with Xiao Wu's emotional nature, he is more like a precision-running machine.

The sixth son raised his hand and clenched his fist and pushed it out with one punch. The fist was not strong, but calm and powerful. This slow punch, like the twilight hitting the pillar of the thousand-year-old temple, only waiting for Zen to be washed away.

The bald man did not dodge, but also pushed out with one palm, touching the fist, like two meteorites attacking together. Centered on the palms and fists of the two, it burst vigorously. The magnificent air machine seemed to turn the black sand and white snow into a lake, and the fist of the two of them was a stone thrown into the lake, setting off a storm. The ground was undulating, and the black sand and white snow twisted ferociously, swinging around in circles, shaking The loud noise spread all over the wilderness, and the body of a warrior was involved in the scattered air machine. In an instant, his body and armor turned into powder.

The bald man sneered and exchanged fists with Xiao Liu. His dark and capable face sneered repeatedly. Liuzi frowned gently and clenched his teeth.

"Doll, this fist has a bit of artistic conception, which is barely reasonable, and the internal power method is also on the door, but the fist and vigorous cooperation are so bad that they are all smashed by my palm! Don't hold on. If the bone is broken, it will be broken. Don't be busy picking up the bones. You have to break a few more later!" As soon as the words fell, the Gongye eagle, who punched Liuzi with an overwhelming advantage, pressed the door of Liuzi's face, just like dealing with Xiao Wu, was as powerful and crazy. It leaked out and bombarded Liuzi in the direction of Xiaowu.

Then, the public eagle turned into a shadow and rushed to the place where the two descendants of the world were.

He knew that when he reached his level of fighting against the martial arts, some slight air machine leakage could penetrate the body of ordinary martial arts. In order not to affect ordinary warriors, it's better to get these two descendants who can barely make him interested elsewhere first!

It is estimated that these two palms will repel them 500 feet.

Now the world has withered so much that it really makes him boring.

The only thing that can make him pay attention is the great eunuch Guo Ameng, who lives in the palace!

But the problem is that even if he has 12 points of energy, he can't defeat the evil old eunuch. Thirty years ago, he was the second in the world, and the first guy in the world killed more than 1,300 armored men alone. He was so majestic that he would kill all the way to the palace and in front of the emperor's old son, making the old eunuch who blocked the source of the world splash blood in the court.

As a result, in front of the old eunuch Guo Ameng, he was slapped on the head without dozens of moves! Can this still be played?

I just want the old eunuch to be so old that he can't even walk! Although he is older than Guo Amon, he just looks like a middle-aged man.

Clean up these two little dolls, pay off Li Siam's favor, and then wait for death! One day Guo Ameng lived, he was trembling and dared not come out, for fear of being cut off and spreading his head to the world, and he was not guaranteed to spend the end of the holiday!

The public eagle smiled, and the smile on its face pulled the eagle stabbed on its bare head to fly, which was different from the desolate snow.

In the distance, the wind blows, and a dark shadow stands on the top of the gentle slope. The big command is swept up by the wind, revealing a trace of scarlet.

Guo Amon's wrinkled face seemed to be smiling, and his hands were facing each other, like a cage imprisoning birds.