Chapter 78 Half of it is rain

Putou listened to the screams of the Xianbei soldiers behind him, his eyes were cracked, his eyes were filled with terrifying red light, and his murderous intent became even stronger. The spear in his hand opened and closed, and each attack exerted all his strength, which was a desperate fight.

Yan Xing and Pang De were with Huangfu Jian over the years. Although they were both skilled in martial arts, they were still young and had not experienced real dangers. They still lacked tempering. The pressure suddenly increased. After three people fought back and forth for thirty rounds, Yan Xing and Pang De were no longer able to support them and their moves began to become messy. But Putou was "ao" and screamed, like a crazy tiger. The battle became more and more courageous. A spear was like a dragon, constantly greeting the two of them, as if it was turning the rivers and seas!

"Not bad! I didn't expect that there were such a mighty general among the Xianbei people. I'm afraid that he had reached the peak of a second-rate general!" Huangfu Jian on the God of War Car was slightly surprised to see Putou having the upper hand against two, but he felt a loving talent in his heart.

Putou's desperate fighting style will cause casualties at any time. Of course, Huangfu Jian didn't want any damage to the three of them. He flew down from the roof of the God of War's chariot with his hand. Zhuhu came to the formation of the two armies without answering. The God of War's snatched into the gap of the three weapons like lightning, and then he tried hard. He heard a "clang" sound, and the three weapons were as if they were struck by lightning, and they immediately separated. A huge force came out of the weapon, and the three of them were shocked and took several steps back.

Putou was shocked and looked in surprise at the strange armor and bloody battle robe in front of him, riding a lion-headed and tiger-shaped body, like a demon god, and never dared to take action lightly again.

Yan Xing and Pang De were already breathing heavily, and they also looked at Huangfu Jian with surprise. This lord who was similar to their age. Although they had already known that their lord was very skilled in martial arts, they did not know that they were so strong that they all retreated with one shot.

At this moment, Yan Xing, Pang De and the others felt that they were still far from each other. They were ashamed and decided to practice martial arts hard. It was this moment's excitement that made them improve their martial arts in the future!

The battlefield where he was fighting to the death just now became quiet the moment after Huangfu Jian appeared. Both sides seemed to have made an appointment, and they both stopped fighting, and their eyes were focused on Huangfu Jian, who was like a demon god on the battlefield.

"Well, the Xianbei man, come here to report the name!" Huangfu Jian pointed his spear and said lightly. At this moment, Huangfu Jian was like a god descending to earth, high above, and a word could kill a person's life and death. Even the eyes of his eyes looking at Putu had no expression.

"I am the second son of the Xianbei emperor in the west, named Huluo Luoluo, and Putou, the first warrior of the Great Xianbei, is now the vanguard of the front of the Xianbei army!" Putou saw Huangfu Jian ask, and a trace of fear slowly dissipated and answered proudly. In the eyes of the Xianbei people, the Great Xianbei is the real darling of the gods, and has a natural advantage in front of the Han people, so the pride in his heart is beyond words.

"Oh! Not bad, it's a big fish!" Huangfu Jian stared at Putou, as if he was admiring a good prey, and then said calmly: "This marquis is Huangfu Jian, the prefect of Anding County! The 10,000 cavalry of the Xianbei you led was destroyed by this marquis."

Huangfu Jian did not take Putou's words seriously, and even his tone of speaking did not change at all. He just sarcastically mocked Putou, as if the ten thousand Xianbei iron cavalry were as insignificant as a straw dog in his eyes.

"It's you, you are the magical prefect of Anding County? It's you who used tricks to make my soldiers humiliate. It's hateful! Take your life!" Putou was so angry that he roared to the sky, his voice filled with endless sadness. He just threw the shock caused by Huangfu Jian's shot to him, and he was thrown into his mind. He was so angry that he was pissed at Huangfu Jian.

"Slow!" Huangfu Jian held the spear in his hand and said lightly: "You don't have to rush to die. I miss you a man, so I give you two choices."

"One is this marquis who will fight with you. If you win, I will not only let you go, but also let these people of your subordinates go. If you lose, you will surrender to me. Second, I will kill you and your subordinates with an order. If you die in your life, you will choose one of them. I will not count three times. After three calls, if you cannot make a choice, I will order people to kill all of you, Xianbei pigs who are ignorant of life and death."

When the heavy rain came, the wind stopped and the lightning stopped. In front of the two armies, there was silence. The soldiers on both sides focused their attention on Huangfu Jian and Putou. Huangfu Jian had already begun to count, and the plain voice echoed in the ears of thousands of people in the two armies.

Putou's face, which was originally slightly dark, had already turned into a pig's liver, as if all the blood in his body was pouring on his face. Huangfu Jian's words made him both hate and annoyed and embarrassed, and he wanted to find a hole to crawl into it. But after all, he was a young marshal who commanded thousands of troops. When Huangfu Jian just shouted the word "one", he quickly made a decision.

In terms of treacherousness, Putou admitted that he was not as good as the young man in front of him, but he was still very confident in martial arts. He had finally met an opponent in the Daxianbei over the years. Although Huangfu Jian gave him too much shock with one shot just now, he did not think that Huangfu Jian could beat him in martial arts at a young age, not to mention that he had no better choice in front of him, and no one could watch his subordinates die.

"I am willing to duel with you! I hope you will keep your promise after you lose!" Huangfu Jian just shouted out the word "Yi", and Putou said, and the thousands of soldiers in front of the two armies could hear clearly, especially the Xianbei soldiers, who were obviously relieved.

"Okay! It's so refreshing! Being a man. This marquis will convince you of losing. You just fought one game and waited for you to rest before fighting!" Huangfu Jian smiled slightly and opened the distance between the two.

Putou didn't answer and got off the war horse. He suddenly inserted the spear in his hand to the ground. The war horse was thrown aside casually, sat down in the open space in front of the two armies as if no one was around, and began to recover his strength.

Huangfu Jian was not angry, and also ordered the soldiers next to him to bring him some drinking water and food. Then he rode the lion and tiger beast back to the God of War carriage, while enjoying the massage of Jieyou's gentle hands, not at all like he was about to fight with people.

Putou was also very bachelor. He took the water and food handed over by the soldiers without hesitation and drank a few sips of water. The escape along the way was smoked and his throat was already dry and smoked. He poured a bag of water down, and then he took a long breath and ate some food. After he had enough water, Putou sat on the ground and closed his eyes to rest.

The sky has been preparing for a long time, and just as Putou closed his eyes and calmed down, it finally started to rain.

It was drizzling at first, but in the blink of an eye it turned into heavy rain. The fire in Fuping City soared into the sky was quickly suppressed. The rain gradually became heavier, and rain curtains formed in the air. Everyone standing in the rain could not open their eyes. The flames were gone in the city, and even the thick smoke was clicked away by the rain, leaving only a faint light smoke floating around.

I don’t know how long it took, Putou slowly opened his eyes, and the rain quickly passed by his eyes. He reached out and wiped it for a while, slowly stood up, pulled out the iron spear inserted into the ground, flew onto the horse, and shouted loudly: “Let’s fight!”

Huangfu Jian sat in the war god car and sighed in his heart, God was really helping. If it were a while ago, he would really not know what the result would be? It was raining at the right time. Even if the Xianbei people trapped in the city were not dead, they should have lost their skin. They had no power to fight. I hope the horses should not suffer too much, otherwise the losses would be a little too great. Huangfu Jian was still plotting against the Xianbei people in the city until this time. It would be strange if Putou knew that he would not be angry to death.

It was raining heavily, but Huangfu Jian was wearing divine weapons and armor, and even the blood-colored unicorn cloak was not an ordinary person. He automatically separated the rain and gently slid over a foot near him. He rode a lion and tiger beast to the formation of two armies. The spears in his hand trembled, forming gun flowers, and dispersed the rain lines in front of him.

When Putou saw Huangfu Jian, he didn't answer, and he stabbed the spear. Putou's spear was as fast as lightning and as thunder. Even the rain lines around him were hit by the spear and flew around him. A vacuum area appeared around the spear, and Huangfu Jian had only the spear tip that gradually enlarged.

Huangfu Jian did not dare to be careless. He used the spear in his hand to quickly use the spear in his hand. The spear was repeatedly dotted, leaving behind afterimages. Each shot was pointed at the tip of the spear that was rushing over. Every time, Putou's spear would deviate from its original direction. After Huangfu Jian's spear ten times, a rotating airflow formed around Putou's spear, covering Putou's spear in the middle.

Putou felt that the spear in his hand seemed to be trapped in the mud and could not extricate himself. Putou was shocked and became wise in a hurry. He grabbed the horse's belly with his legs. The black horse immediately understood and retreated desperately. Putou shouted loudly with the horse's stance, and burst out with all his strength. He pulled his hands hard, and with a crisp "trumpet", the spear finally broke out from Huangfu Jian's control. At this time, Putou was already in a cold sweat. It was the first time he encountered such a strange thing, and he would never dare to underestimate the strange young man in front of him again.

The Dragon Prisoner's Spear is exquisite, and even a giant dragon can be trapped at the extreme. However, Huangfu Jian's spear technique has not reached the highest level. Moreover, he does not intend to kill the enemy, but just wants to completely surrender to the opponent in front of him, so he reserves every shot. But Putou is getting more and more uncomfortable. Every time he makes a fatal blow, he is scattered by the spear in Huangfu Jian's hand, and as a result, he deviates from the target and hits it in the empty space, making him feel like he vomits blood.

Huangfu Jian relied on his exquisite shooting skills to trap Putou.

Putou stabbed dozens of spears, and tried his best to use all his strength, but he didn't even touch the edge of Huangfu Sword. Putou couldn't help but get wild, making a roar from time to time, spreading far away in the wind and rain.

There were only two gun rings left by the two men in the rain, and only fog was left within a few feet of the spears. They fought back and forth, and they still had no choice but to win or lose. Huangfu Jian became more and more excited as he fought, and the spear in his hand became faster and faster. The Dragon Prisoner's spear was more and more skillful, and the time for controlling the puppet spear was longer and longer.

Putou became more and more frightened as he fought. Every time he got rid of Huangfu Jian's control, he had to use all his strength. After dozens of rounds, he was exhausted and it became increasingly difficult to get rid of Huangfu Jian's control. Now, as long as Huangfu Jian uses the six dragon-slashing spikes, he can stab Putou under the horse at any time. However, it is very difficult for Huangfu Jian to find such an opponent. Of course, he would not let him go easily when he met him. Whenever Putou was unable to do so, he would relax his control. Putou's physical strength was slowly squeezed out by Huangfu Jian bit by bit.

The rain in May came and went quickly. It was just now that the rain was pouring, and the wind stopped again. Even the sun exposed the clouds and turned into a clear sky. Fuping City also extinguished the fire and smoke disappeared, and the tranquility was restored, but there was a burnt smell of roasted batter floating in the air.

It was already Shenshi, and Huangfu Jian was still slamming in the open space at the south gate of Fuping City. However, the gun in Huangfu Jian's hand was so amazing that it was so fast that only shadows were left. However, the spear in Putou's hand was getting slower and slower, as if it was more than ten thousand pounds of weight, and every movement would consume all his strength.

"Why don't the master?" Huangfu Jian has been passively defending until now, and he didn't even fight back a single shot. Long Jiu next to him was a little anxious and asked Jieyou around him in confusion.

"Young Master wants to impress the hornet spiritually. If the young master fights back, the pig will die long ago." Although Jieyou lacks martial arts skills, he is delicate and knowledgeable. He can understand what Huangfu Jian is thinking at a glance.

Ju Yi, Xu Rong, Huangfu Li and others were also focusing on watching the changes in the field, but everyone's hearts were different.

Ju Yi and Xu Rong were more excited than shocked. This young prefect gave them too many surprises. Not only did they possess unpredictable wisdom, but they also had such profound martial arts. Of course, they could see that Huangfu Jian had an absolute advantage at this time.

Huangfu Li was open and honest, and the Huangfu family had some amazing talents. He was sincerely proud and proud, and his slightly dark face was filled with sincere smiles.

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