The silver-gray horse under the crotch moved its front hooves slightly, which made Pomegranate a little disappointed, after all, it was not his own horse, and he was definitely not as skilled as the other party in terms of cooperation. But he was fearless and stared at Qingba.

As the young patriarch of the Nayan tribe, Qingba has felt that he is superior to others since he was a child, even if he is a special worshipper, but for the sake of the interests of the clan, he does not take the other party very seriously.

In his opinion, the Han people are just synonymous with cowardice, there are many Han slaves in the tribe, one by one when they see themselves, they are submissive, they give what they want, and his first woman is a little Han girl, well, a slave.

"Come on, let me see what the Han people have taught you." Qingba said and rushed over.

This person is very scheming, and he said it in Xianbei words, even if he has some violations in the fight, the other party is an apprentice of the Han people, and he can also become a weight for others to support him.

Pomegranate squinted her eyes and didn't say anything. It's not that he doesn't want to move, it's that the horse is not familiar with it, and if there is a situation of uncooperation on the way, it is possible to capsize the boat in the gutter, and it is better to use static braking to be safe.

Originally, the distance between the two sides was about thirty zhang, and all the people of the root and red were all in their throats, and when they saw that their competitors were motionless, they didn't know whether they were not good at riding or were stupid.

The cold wind blew on his face, Qingba felt very happy, about three feet in front, he was starting.

When he reached three zhang away, his green-maned horse began to accelerate, faster and faster.

Between the tribes on the grassland, there is no point to say, the victor gives the other party a way to live, which shows that you are merciful. If you're determined to kill the loser, no one will say anything.

In Qingba's heart, he has some gains and losses, should he give the other party a happy moment or leave this life?

Never mind. It's better not to kill, but, at least let the other party lack arms and legs, so that in the future, he will be the uncle of Genchibe, and others will be afraid when they see him, and he enjoys this kind of vision very much.

Seeing that the horses of Qingba have run away from the pomegranate a stone's throw away. Pomegranate was still standing stupidly, and Naji, who had secretly come to cheer on a big fur hat, held her breath.

After all, this broken pomegranate just took advantage of his own inattention to give himself a fierce shot, if you recognize the truth, maybe you will win it.

In my heart, I couldn't help but flash a trace of regret, why did I want to let a person I met for the first time go up and fight for the tribe?

While she was thinking wildly, the horses of the two sides were already about to collide, and if they really collided, the silver gray horses were even divine horses. But it can only end miserably because of the owner's recklessness, and the horse that rushed up is not a joke.

Qingba's knife was raised high and slashed down at the opponent's arm.

What the heck? He felt as if he had been cut hollow, and the taste was so unpleasant that he almost slashed to the ground.

Only a few people saw the situation clearly, only to see the pomegranate gently flick the horse's head, flashed to the side, and the people and knives of Qingba fell into the air. It almost fell into place.

Saying that it was too late, then quickly, Pomegranate raised the back of the knife. Chop on Qingba's back.

The young master of the Nayan Department snorted, his eyes were bubbling with golden flowers, and a mouthful of blood almost spurted out.

He was even more anxious in the distance, why was his son so useless? I knew I was going into battle.

But Nayan didn't want to think about it, even if he wanted to go into battle himself, it would depend on the permission of others.

Naji at the moment when the two met. They all closed their eyes sadly.

Something is wrong, how do you hear cheers? She opened her eyes and found Qingba lying on the horse's back, as if she had suffered a loss.

"Good!" Regardless of whether others found out or not, Naji applauded and cheered. As soon as the little hand stretched out of the cuff, he felt the temperature outside, and he still slapped it unwillingly.

Immediately after, the entire Genchi resounded with overwhelming applause, and only Genchi recognized his daughter's voice.

He was a little worried that others, especially the old pervert of Uhe, would see her, but he couldn't help but applaud along with her.

Wu Litu's heart froze, the danger of this person in his heart suddenly rose, and he felt that even if he went up by himself, it was impossible to do it so well, and it was estimated that raising a knife to meet and fight hard was a habitual action that he had to make.

Hearing the thunderous cheers all around, Qingba of course knew that it was not for himself.

In fact, every time he fights, it is others who fight hard, and he just goes up and slashes at the end.

The rules on the prairie have always been like this, and whoever cuts it last is considered to be the merit.

Over time, Qingba himself was a little flustered, thinking that other so-called warriors were just like that, and they were reluctant to even be qualified to lift their shoes.

He ran out of the land of two arrows, and when he saw that his master had no command, the blue-maned horse slowly stopped.

Han apprentices, you forced me!

Qingba quietly took out an arrow, handed it to his right hand, and took the bow from his back with his left hand.

In addition to his own martial arts, he is most confident in his archery skills, he can open the bow left and right, and the accuracy of both hands is almost good.

Duo Hu was so anxious that he shouted loudly: "Brother Pomegranate, pay attention to the other party's arrows." ”

I don't know if he heard it or not, but at this moment, like a victorious general, he kept waving his hand at the surrounding Genchibe people, and ushered in bursts of applause, and Naji's heart was lifted again.

The climate outside the Saiwai is very different from that of the Central Plains, and the pomegranate has been experienced these days.

Although the martial arts have reached the realm of third-rate martial artists, they have the skills to protect each other, and they are not afraid of the cold.

But no matter how profound a person's skills are, it is impossible to exercise his skills all the time, and he is tired to death after that.

When the sound of Duohu reaches the ears, do you shoot arrows? So will I.

He was stunned to find that all his quivers were hidden in a secret place, and they were not brought to the root of the red region.

Anyway, I'm here to block the arrow!

After all, it was the first time in his life that he faced an enemy in archery, and it would be false to say that he was not nervous.

Pomegranate is indeed nervous, more excited. We are coming, we are going to conquer this land. Hu, tremble.

Everything happened in the lightning, and the people at the scene all had big mouths, seeing that Qingba quickly took out his bow and arrows, and did not wait to aim, he shot with his bow.

Boys on the prairie grew up on horseback from an early age, and archery on horseback was just one of the daily activities, as simple as drinking water and eating, and it was integrated into the blood.

Don't say that Qingba, who is the leader of the tribe, is an ordinary Xianbei person, if he aims for a long time when shooting arrows, he will be laughed at to death.

The arrow was like lightning, and it came suddenly, and Qingba smiled fiercely on his face, Han apprentice, let you see my Xianbei man's archery skills.

Although I didn't look at it, this arrow was going to the belly of the pomegranate, and the angle was extremely tricky, and in such a short time, it was impossible to hit the horse to dodge.

God, isn't he stupid!

I saw that the pomegranate urged the horse forward, and went straight to the arrow.

No, he blocked it!

Even if the swords collided and there was no loud sound, the arrow had already fallen to the ground.

When everyone was surprised, the pomegranate and the silver gray horse became one, and rushed straight to the stunned Qingba.

The next moment, he put the knife on his opponent's neck: "You lost!" (To be continued.) )