Pershing originally wanted Yan Bei to be jealous because of Zhen Yan, but who would have thought that Yan Bei's righteous words were not afraid that he would kill Zhen Yan at all. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

For a while, my mind fell into confusion, and I was thinking about how to get out.

Zhen Jiang on the other side widened his eyes, he couldn't have imagined that this would be the result anyway, and he almost cried when he saw the small blood mark on Zhen Yan's neck, and quickly ran to Yanbei and said, "Yan Jun, please let him go, don't let the brother of the slave family die!" ”

"Alright, Pershing, you know very well that only one of you and I will survive to get out of here today, no matter who it is!" Yan Bei saw that Pershing looked like he expected, and immediately took a step forward while the iron was hot and said loudly: "Even if you kill Brother Zhen, Yan will not let you leave alive, but will find a butcher to shave all the flesh on your body and never leave you with a whole corpse!" ”

"For today's plan, it's better for you to be like a man, you and I will use a knife to draw a clear grudge today!" Yan Bei said and slowly pulled out the ring knife with the scabbard, ordered the surrounding people to retreat and make a big circle in the field, raised the knife and pointed it at Pershing and shouted: "Pull out your knife like a man, kill Yan and let you go!" ”

For a while, the eyes of everyone present widened, and even Zhen Yan, who had already sprouted the will to live and die, was also average...... Yanbei actually wants to duel with Pershing when he has an absolute advantage?

Looking at Yan Bei's expression, Zhen Yan finally knew what Yan Bei wanted to do.

What he said before to make himself one step ahead, and what he then burned Pershing to himself, were all jokes for Pershing, just to provoke Pershing to duel him!

But in this case, challenging Pershing is a bit risky!

On the side, Su Fuyan, who had just been drunk by Sun Qing, became interested, looked at Yanbei with a long body standing and holding a knife in his hand, stroked his palms and applauded, and then stuffed the wine bag and handed it to Yanbei's corporal who was looking behind him, looked at Yanbei and said: "The only pot of wine, to strengthen the warrior!" ”

In the two or three hundred years when the Han Dynasty had absolute rule over the world, this kind of private fighting between the villagers and the Lu was known by the government to seize and punish the repair of the city wall.

However, this form of duel is very popular among Wuhuan and even the entire northern Xianbei, and even now there are still many leaders of the tribes under their command who rely on this ancient way to fight.

The winner takes all!

The Han people are heavy scribes, and the Hu people are heavy warriors.

What Yanbei did at this time was a real warrior in Su Muyan's eyes!

The soldier looked at the wine bag, carefully glanced at Yanbei's side, and saw that Yanbei was not displeased, so he quickly handed over the wine bag, and said with his hand: "Captain, that Wuhuan man gave wine, and said that he was a warrior." ”

Yan Bei took the wine bag, how many times before the battle The habit of drinking has never changed for him, how can he not be greedy if he doesn't get drunk in the past few months, bite open the wooden stopper and tilt his head to the side, and then raise his head and pour it down.

I thought that the wine bag contained the turbid liquor brewed by the Wuhuan people, but I didn't want it to be a Han wine, so I immediately took a few sips of the liquor into my throat like a knife scraping my throat, and my chest was hot.

Yan Bei was not greedy, and after a few mouthfuls of shaking his hands, he re-stuffed the wine bag to his subordinates, hugged his fist at Su Fuyan to express his gratitude, and then raised his knife again and shouted at Pershing: "Don't look like a coward!" Quickly come down and share life and death with Yan, just want to be happy! ”

Heroic dry clouds!

Pershing's face changed and changed in this short period of time, there was no good and evil wandering, but he finally froze on the fierce color, pushed away Zhen Yan, who was clasped in his hand, and strode down the high hall.

"Although you and I have a grudge, but at this moment, Pan respects you!" Pershing stood opposite Yanbei after more than a dozen steps, suddenly threw the dagger in his hand on the ground behind him, and with a loud bang, he pulled out the ring knife and pointed at Yanbei and said: "Respect, Pan's subordinates will not show mercy!" ”

Pershing is also a Jizhou boy who stands up to the sky in the end, and he is nothing more than the desire to survive more than the glory in his heart.

It was Yan Beigou who remembered the pride in his heart in the past, and provoked him to fight to the death in order to survive...... Although this is very dangerous for both sides, in the final analysis, there is only one way for Yanbei to allow Pershing to fight him, so that Zhen Yan can live.

Rabbits are in a hurry and will bite people. A husband is desperate and unstoppable, not to mention Pershing is such a man with a big waist and a round waist!

"It better be!" Yan Bei raised his head slightly and smiled, there was conceit and arrogance in his smile, the corners of his mouth hooked a good-looking arc, raised his hand to polish the back of the knife from the handle to the edge, and suddenly said coldly: "Yan is waiting here, if you have any means, just use it!" ”

There is no first martial arts and no second, which is about the hypocrisy and modesty of the literati, and it is also about the arrogance and self-confidence of the martial arts.

Yanbei doesn't believe it, Pershing can beat him!

In the same way, Pershing doesn't feel like he's going to lose.

Pershing knew that his chances of getting out of here alive were too low, and this fight would be the last battle between him and one of Yan Bei.

Seeing Pershing take more than ten steps in front of him, Yan Bei didn't speak again, just tilted his neck slightly, and then rushed straight up with his knife!

Nearly 100 soldiers surrounded Zhen's spacious lobby in a watery circle, and the Yellow Turban Yu Dang and Hu Ren warriors all blushed and shouted thickly...... No one thought it was an honorable thing for either Yanbei or Pershing to die in a duel.

Even the upper nobles of the Han Dynasty were happy to see such duels, and even more so the common people. The Han people are still martial, and they are even more warriors.

In a short period of time, bravery and courage can make people gain respect beyond their birth.

When a man is alive, he walks with a sword, leaning on the three-foot green peak to make meritorious deeds.

"Dangchang!"

Two equally sharp ring knives collided together, sparkling in the light-filled hall. Pershing clenched the ring knife in both hands, and pressed Yan Bei's blade fiercely, a pair of thick arms and muscles were raised, and his whole rugged face was suffocated.

He wants to use the advantage of size to completely suppress Yanbei!

Pershing's height is half a head shorter than Yanbei, but he is more stocky and robust, and the tentative attacks of both sides speak for themselves, and the power on Pershing's ring knife is stable over Yanbei!

Yan Bei held the ring knife horizontally to block the powerful heavy knife, he never felt that his strength would be greater than Pershing, the blade shook and the blade was obliquely over, holding the ring knife in both hands across the right shoulder, but the back of the ring blade was already in the position of his left shoulder armor, as both hands vigorously pushed out the handle, Pershing's blade slashed diagonally across the blade, slashing in the left direction of Yan Bei's body.

With this flash, Yan Bei's right hand had already sprinkled the ring knife, but his left wrist held the handle of the knife in an instant, his right leg exerted force, and his whole body slashed forward fiercely with the light of the knife...... In the position of his shoulder, it was Pershing's neck!

The cold hair on Pershing's neck was stirred up by this knife light in an instant!

Seeing the killing intent that erupted in Yan Beiying's eyes and the knife light that only took the neck attacked, there was nothing to be done, and there was no time to retract the knife and return to defense, so he simply slashed down, and his whole body went down with the knife, dodging Yan Bei's inevitable knife.

The two-inch bun rises in the sky.

Dangerous and dangerous, Yan Bei's body rushed forward, his left foot slammed on the ground, and in an instant, he swept past Pershing's position, and with a twist of his waist and eyes, his whole body led the knife out horizontally from behind.

Before the man landed, the ring knife had been changed to a right-hand single holding to show a defensive posture, pointing diagonally at Pershing.

Pershing's body also turned around at this time, the bun was cut off by Yanbei and his hair was scattered, looking at the bun that fell to the ground, he couldn't help but be furious, his heavy body rushed out, and the knife slashed out towards Yanbei again.

At this moment, no one thinks about the parents who are suffering from the body, and even their lives are dying, who cares about this?

In an instant, everyone only saw Pershing keep rushing forward, and Yanbei kept retreating. One knife is heavier than the other, and one knife is faster than the other!

But in terms of figure, although Yan Beibiao's back and waist are better-looking, he is a ranger with light and skillful skills. Pershing's figure is more like a galloping warrior on horseback, with big shoulders and a round waist.

Yanbei is still young and has insufficient waist strength. However, in the martial arts, where is the waist not used?

Between the flashes of the sword, the two have been fighting for more than ten rounds, and Yan Bei was shrouded by Pershing's powerful sword light everywhere in the hand-to-hand combat, leaving several scratches on the Liangdang armor in an instant.

In a hurry, Yan Bei once again blocked a knife and retreated diagonally, but unexpectedly, the footsteps behind him were mixed, and the whole body was planted backwards.

The sword light fell fatally, Yan Bei had to pick up a foot high and put it on Pershing's breastplate, and the whole person used this strength to staggered a few steps backwards, dodging the fatal knife light that fell in a moment.

Pershing chopped several cases in half, and then pursued Yanbei who fell to the ground with a knife, and he wanted to hurry up the attack...... Yan Bei was as nimble as a monkey in the Eight Paths of Taihang, and twenty moves could only slightly slash through his armor, which could not cause him any damage at all, but it made a layer of fine beads of sweat appear on Pershing's forehead.

Who can make a big move?

If he continued like this, he didn't kill Yan Bei himself, so he was tired and lay down first.

At this moment, Yan Bei, who was prostrate on the ground and was about to get up, suddenly burst out with a kick and kicked the ankle that supported his body in Pershing's slashing momentum.

Caught off guard, Pershing's whole person fell down on his back, and the ...... below was facing It was Yanbei's backgrip that erected the blade!

Seeing that the shivering tip of the knife was getting closer and closer to his chest, Pershing had no strength at all in the process of falling, so he could only throw the ring knife and grasp it on Yan Bei's blade with both hands, which was past the terrifying blade.

Yan Bei saw that the blow was missed, and suddenly drew his knife, and his whole body supported the ground, and the carp stood up.

Looking at the blood stains that the blade brought out and spilled into the air, it was as if I felt a pain in my palms.

Pershing's two hands, wasted!

Without waiting for Pershing to reflect, the pain in his hands made him move slowly, and he inevitably hugged his hands on the ground.

In this short period of time, Yan Bei had already kicked away his ring knife and stomped on his back fiercely, comparing the blood-stained tip of the ring knife to the back of his heart.

Looking around, the entire hall was filled with bated breath.

The blade sliced through the armor and stabbed into the body, shattering the heart muscle with the sound of the blade stirring the blade.