Chapter 17 Zhonglang will be Pingnan Zhenyuan Zhao Zilong learns to go down the mountain (13)

After Zhao Yu left Zhao Yun, she hit the horse all the way and ran south along the official road, but because of her ordinary riding skills, the horse did not dare to lift it too fast for fear of falling from the horse. Zhao Yu understood that if she fell off the horse at this critical moment, everything would be over, so she could only maintain the speed at the highest speed she could control.

Zhao Yu, who was absorbed in controlling the horses, was so nervous that time had no idea in her mind. She felt that she had been running for a long time, but in fact it was less than a quarter of an hour. Just as she mistakenly thought she was about to get out of danger, the sound of horses' hoofs came from behind her.

Zhao Yu was so looking forward to the second brother Zhao Yun chasing after him, but when she looked back, she was suddenly scared. Because there are clearly two war horses behind him, it is obvious that those Xianbei knights have divided their troops to chase them.

Zhao Yu, who was shocked, did not dare to look back and look forward. But the sound of the horse's hoof behind him is getting closer and closer. At this time, Zhao Yu suddenly found that there were two figures riding horses in front of the official road, blocked in the middle of the official road, as if they were still looking at his side.

Zhao Yu's heart suddenly rose to her throat, followed by a pursuer and a block in front of her, which really killed her. Thinking of the tragic end after being caught by those Xianbei barbarians, Zhao Yu's tears suddenly gushed out and blurred his eyes.

Zhao Yu, with tears in her eyes, did not stop. Her only hope at this time was to break through the knight in front of her. Only in this way can she escape. Zhao Yu felt that as long as he could rush past the two, it would always take a reaction time for them to chase him again, and maybe he could get rid of them.

In order to control the war horse, Zhao Yu curled his head and wiped tears on his sleeve. When her eyes became clear and she looked forward, she could already see the costumes of the two people in front of her. Under this view, Zhao Yu was so excited that he almost fell off his horse. It turned out that the two people riding in front of them were not Xianbei cavalry, but the makeup of the Han people.

Zhao Yu, who was born in a desperate place, doesn't care who is in front of him. As long as he is a Han Chinese this year, he will be a sworn enemy with Xianbei. Zhao Yu shouted desperately, "Help! There are humble people! Help!"

The two people in front of him obviously heard Zhao Yu's call for help, but their reaction cooled Zhao Yu's heart. One of them turned around and ran away, and the rest seemed to be stunned. Not only did he run, but he also jumped off the horse. Zhao Yu couldn't tell whether he deliberately dismissed or wanted to run but fell off the horse nervously.

At this time, Zhao Yu was closer to the person in front of him, and the Xianbei cavalry behind him was also closer to her. At this time, she could already judge that the man in front of him was deliberately dismanded, because he stood in the middle of the road and had no intention of taking the horse again. Instead, he patted his horse on the back and drove his horse to the roadside.

Zhao Yu wondered if this man would die if he didn't ride a horse? At this time, she is closer to the person in front of her, and she can already see the man's facial features. The man was eight feet long, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, clear facial features, a sword around his waist, and a wine gourd hanging on the other side. He was clearly an elegant and beautiful young man.

Zhao Yu also met many men all the way, but she has never seen any man who can compare with the person in front of her. Although those sons of the family are white and handsome, they are less heroic than the person in front of them. Although some rangers are full of heroism, they have a less romantic attitude than the person in front of them.

If Zhao Yu hadn't described this person, she would have felt that this person was a little similar to her second brother Zhao Yun. Moreover, this person has a more unruly look than Zhao Yun, and a more calm attitude. It's as if this person has been detached from the world at a young age and no longer cares about any trivial matters, or he has the ability to easily solve all difficulties in the world.

"Fairy?" A word suddenly popped out of Zhao Yu's mind. Isn't this person in front of him like a fairy who sees through the world and has great power? Zhao Yu's heart suddenly stabilized for some reason, and he stopped shouting, but ran in the direction of the man.

The man standing in the middle of the road seemed to appreciate Zhao Yu's reaction and nodded to Zhao Yu with a smile. The man smiled and looked more beautiful, and Zhao Yu's face suddenly turned red. The two of them passed by in this smile.

When Zhao Yu rode behind him, he was shocked. After she saw the man's relaxed and stable look just now, she instinctively gained a kind of trust in him, as if he could solve everything. But now she remembered that there were two humble cavalry behind her. Even if this man could do some martial arts, it would be difficult to win without a war horse.

Thinking that this fairy-like figure died in order to protect himself, Zhao Yu felt a pain in his heart and couldn't help looking back. She just took a look and was surprised that she could no longer close her mouth, and the reins controlling the horse couldn't help but pull the horse down and stop slowing down.

The scene Zhao Yu saw back was deeply engraved in her mind like a video. Until many years later, when she told stories to her children, she could tell every detail.

The man stood in the middle of the road, with his feet crossed, just like that. Two Xianbei cavalry, one with a spear and the other with a knife, rode on a speeding steed, aiming at him from both sides at the same time. But he stood like that and didn't even pull out his sword.

Zhao Yu saw clearly that the spear arrived first, and the tip of the spear pierced his chest fiercely and came out from behind. Zhao Yu's heart seemed to have been cut out by a knife at that time, but when she looked at it again, the man was unscathed and his clothes flew up.

Zhao Yu was not sure whether he had a hallucination just now, or whether the man dodged the spear and left only a shadow at the critical moment, or he was an immortal. In short, the man avoided the spear and jumped up, and a cold sword had appeared in his right hand.

Zhao Yu didn't see when he pulled out the sword at all. He only saw that the scabbard of his left hand was still in his hand and had not been put down. The two Xianbei cavalry must have been shocked by this sudden change. They stared and opened their mouths as if they had seen a ghost. The Xianbei cavalryman who waved the knife even forgot to cut the knife in his hand.

The man issued a sword, a very simple sword, just like his simple standing posture. Zhao Yu could see that his sword was just swept horizontally, like an ordinary person waving away a fly hovering in front of him, inadvertently but as fast as lightning.

The Xianbei cavalry with a knife was cut in the neck by this sword, and the big head flew up. Until then, the knife in his hand still did not have time to fall. The cold sword was extremely sharp, and it did not slow down at all because of cutting a person. The cold light on the sword was not even a trace of blood, and then instantly scratched the eyes of the spear-wieled cavalry.

The spear-holding cavalry was blinded by a sword and let out a heartbreaking scream, just like an injured beast, and then he instinctively threw his spear and reins to cover his eyes with his hands. But he forgot that he was riding on the galloping war horse. Now his eyes can't see, and his hands can't control the horse. He suddenly lost his balance and fell off the horse and fell a porcelain. This fall was obviously not too heavy, and the pain made the humble man curl up on the ground and unable to move.

The two Xianbei war horses lost their master's control and still galloped forward, leaving the sword fairy in place. Zhao Yu saw an empty horse and a horse with a headless body running past him. The scene was a little strange and horrible, but Zhao Yu did not feel afraid at all, and only the joy of the rest of his life after the disaster came to his heart.

Zhao Yu, who was overjoyed, turned his horse's head and ran in the direction of the sword fairy. At this time, she is very curious about who the benefactor is. How dare you have such a ability.

The sword fairy in Zhao Yu's heart was staring at the blind man and frowning, as if he was afraid that he would run away. Seeing Zhao Yu coming, he raised his head and smiled at her and said hello.

Zhao Yu saw the sunshine-like smile again with a blush and heartbeat. He hurriedly turned over and immediately saluted, "Zhao Yu, the little girl, thank you for your help. Dare to ask Engong Gao's name?"