Qin Shuhuai said to the six apostles, "You go and help Zhiren and them first." ”

With that, he jumped up and chased after him.

After running for a mile or two, he came to a place where no one was around, and the old man stopped.

"Hehe, Qin Shuhuai, you finally appeared!" he chuckled, "I heard that your sword qi is unparalleled in the world, and it doesn't look like that." ”

Qin Shuhuai said lightly, "Okay, then do you dare to take me another sword?"

The old man said, "Don't you wonder who I am?"

Qin Shuhuai chuckled, "What are you curious about, it's just a straw bale master who taught Ao Bai that kind of straw bag apprentice, what's there to ask?"

The old man shook his head, "No, no, no. It's true that we are straw bale apprentices, but the family teacher is not a straw bale master!"

Qin Shuhuai chuckled in his heart.

I'm Nima, I'm so powerful, and I'm not the ultimate boss?

This setting is too unscientific!

I was shocked in my heart, but I was calm on my face.

"Then why didn't your master come?"

The old man said respectfully, "With his status as an old man, how can he do such a lowly thing?"

Qin Shuhuai nodded, "That's right, after all, he still has a few straw bale apprentices! I killed two of them before, and abolished one, but now it's your turn." ”

The old man looked up to the sky and smiled, "Haha, sure enough, it's a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers! But Qin Shuhuai, you are qualified to know my name." Remember, my name is Ning Wuchang, the first disciple of the family teacher. ”

It turned out to be a Han Chinese.

Ning Wuchang said, and his figure flashed and grabbed Qin Shuhuai with a claw.

Sou!

I saw no one in sight.

Qin Shuhuai's figure flickered, as if he disappeared in place!

Then, it reappeared, and the human sword merged into a white training belt, like the moonlight crossing the lake.

Fast, and quietly.

Ning Wuchang's figure blurred for a moment, avoiding the sword.

Equally silently.

appeared on Qin Shuhuai's right side like a ghost, and suddenly a pair of big hands had slapped Qin Shuhuai's right wrist holding the sword.

This beat seems to be very light, it is almost like a caressing, but it makes Qin Shuhuai's sword almost out of his hand!

Qin Shuhuai stumbled slightly, and then stepped on the snow without a trace and immediately erupted, stabilizing his body.

Ning impermanence crept in again.

Qin Shuhuai raised his sword and slashed.

"Buzz!"

Ning Wuchang didn't even hide!

An iron claw-like hand slashed across a dark shadow.

Faster than a sword!

Instantly buckled Qin Shuhuai's wrist!

There is a vein on the wrist, and if it is abolished, it will die today!

The corners of Ning Wuchang's mouth showed a smile that only a winner can have.

His five fingers began to exert force.

"Kara!"

It seems to be the sound of a broken bone.

But I saw that the palm of Qin Shuhuai's right hand suddenly became smaller, and he broke free directly from Ning Wuchang's hand.

At the same time, the Heavenly Sword slashed sharply across Ning Wuchang's palm.

Ning Wuchang didn't expect Qin Shuhuai to shrink his bones.

This kind of unpopular and seemingly chicken kung fu is rare in the rivers and lakes.

Ning Wuchang's palm flickered, avoiding the blade.

But the sharpness and speed of the Heavenly Sword still cut his palm.

Blood dripped down in large streams.

But it didn't abolish his palm.

Qin Shuhuai's back was drenched in cold sweat, and his palms were full of sweat.

What a quick move!

What a quick palm!

What a strong internal force!

If he hadn't inadvertently learned the bone shrinking technique before, he would have been useless.

That would be tantamount to dead.

The other party is injured, but who is stronger now?

Qin Shuhuai didn't dare to judge.

The afterimage rose again, the murderous aura flew, and the two clear shadows continued to intertwine.

There weren't many footprints on the snow.

If there is, it is very shallow.

Still silent.

The master duel, or the flying sand and rocks, the sun and the moon are not light, or as it is now, the silence is like a shadow fight.

Victory or defeat is only a matter of a moment.

Time passed, and neither of them knew how much time had passed.

I just remember, it seems that ten years have passed, and it seems that only one breath has passed!

Until, Wang Datong came to help!

Ning Wuchang probably knew the battle situation over there.

The Tartars were defeated again.

This was not in any way surprising to him.

Now that the Ming army is so strong, and the Tartar soldiers have encountered an ambush again, how can they not be defeated?

He didn't care about the life or death of the Tartar, and what really made him regret it was that he couldn't kill this Ming demon today.

Ning Wuchang drank and floated away.

Leave a word in mid-air.

"Qin Shuhuai, I'm waiting for you to come to Shenyang!"

Qin Shuhuai put away his sword and took a deep breath!

Rather impermanence!

What a strong opponent!

I don't know how strong his master is?

"What's going on over there?" Qin Shuhuai asked.

"The big picture has been decided!" Wang Datong said.

Qin Shuhuai nodded, "Let's go, kill their masters!"

Wang Datong said, "It's already gone!"

After a pause, he said, "The three apostles are no good, hold on and wait to see you!" Shen Xi is also not lightly injured, and it seems that he has to go back to the customs to recuperate. These Tartars are indeed masters. ”

As he spoke, Wang Datong subconsciously touched his left arm.

There was a wound there, still bleeding, cut by one of the three red-capped men.

Qin Shuhuai sighed in his heart.

In the glory of the past, there were so many martial arts masters in the Central Plains, monks and gods, Taoist immortals, demon saints, empresses, and beggar kings, which one was not a first-class master?

But now that the Wudang Dao Immortal Purple Shirt is missing, the Demon Saint and the Empress have both died, and the Beggar King has long since died, and only the monk Zhiyuan Master is left in these legends.

On the other hand, Houjin, there are many masters in the country!

The rise and fall of martial arts is closely related to the rise and fall of the world!

When Qin Shuhuai returned to the battlefield, the battle was nearing its end.

Several masters of the Tartars protected Dolgon, Hauge and others, fought their way out, and finally succeeded in breaking through.

The rest of the Tartars have long been beaten out of order, and they are all just running for their lives.

Qin Shuhuai came to the side of the Three Apostles, and saw that he was already out of breath, and he couldn't be saved.

"Qin ...... Shuhuai!" The eyes of the three apostles stared at Qin Shuhuai blankly, "You...... I owe a blood debt...... In the next life, I will look for you...... Also!"

Qin Shuhuai walked over and said, "Okay, when the time comes, the three apostles will come to me." ”

"But this life...... You just stepped on the bones of the old man...... Climb aboard your ...... Take the throne!"

"Remember, be a, good emperor!"

After saying this, the three apostles finally closed their eyes slowly.

Qin Shuhuai said to Li Jingting beside him, "Jingting, send a team of good people to send the coffins of the three apostles back to Kunlun, and they must be delivered in person!"

But he heard the Six Apostles say, "No need. The three apostles ordered him to be cremated on the spot, and when he returned to the Central Plains, he scattered his ashes on the river, and he wanted to listen to the sound of this prosperous world. ”

He spoke calmly, but the scarlet eyes couldn't hide his true mood.

Qin Shuhuai took a deep breath, "Then obey the orders of the six apostles!"

By the time dawn came, the battle was completely over.

In this battle, the Ming army invested a total of 78,000 troops and suffered 31,000 casualties, which can be said to be nearly forty percent of the casualties!

Such heavy casualties are not due to improper arrangements or the lack of strength of the Ming army.

Rather, it's a bloody battle!

And it is a battle that determines the strength of the two sides!

On the other hand, the total number of troops invested in this battle was 83,000, the actual casualties were 58,000, and 5,000 were captured!

It is equivalent to saying that the army of more than 80,000 only broke through about 20,000 people.

After the two major wars, the pattern of strength and weakness of the two sides has basically taken shape.

The 185,000 soldiers and horses when Qin Shuhuai left the customs are still about 110,000 now.

Then Jin's 220,000 elites are probably less than 100,000 left.

Among the less than 100,000 troops, only about 50,000 are pure Eight Banner soldiers, and the rest are some Western Regions soldiers and Mongolian soldiers, and their combat strength is one grade lower than that of the Eight Banners.

After this battle, the first line of defense of the Tartars had been completely broken, and all important strongholds fell into the hands of the Ming army.

But unfortunately, after Zhiren and Zhikong ran to Tai'an City, Meng Wei immediately ordered to burn grain and grass and blow up cannons, and when the second batch of messengers came to inform, Meng Wei had already left the city, and it was too late!

Two-thirds of Meng Wei's grain and grass, as well as fifteen red-clothed cannons, were all destroyed!

But there is no way, who made Qin Shuhuai make a wrong judgment?

Of course, these losses are not worth mentioning in the face of this victory!