It was too late, but it was too soon. Seeing that the halberd was inevitable, Ma Song gritted his steel teeth and raised his gun to fight.
Snapped!
But after hearing a sound, Ma Song's mouth went numb and he almost couldn't hold the gun.
So powerful?
When he defeated Gu Peng and Pei Yunzhao before, he only thought that Chang'an's soldiers were nothing more than this. Unexpectedly, the blow from Lin Zhijing today was so frightening.
But he was a ruthless character after all, and he didn't want to lose face in front of the two armies.
"Stop being so arrogant!"
He glared and shot as hard as he could.
Lin Zhijing's halberd just now had tested his strength. Seeing that he refused to retreat and counterattacked, he thought to himself, this is quite a man!
Ding!
It was still a precise halberd that blocked Ma Song's gun, and Lin Zhijing's face showed a smile.
The two of them clashed their spears and halberds several times. Ma Song continued to attack, while Lin Zhijing remained calm.
Uh-huh!
Finally, Lin Zhijing's halberd grazed Ma Song's cheek, and a bloodstain instantly appeared.
But Ma Song didn't seem to know the pain, the tip of his spear pierced Lin Zhijing's heart.
"That's all?"
Lin Zhijing said coldly, and quickly clamped the tip of Ma Song's gun between his fingers.
"Hi!"
Ma Song shouted loudly and tried his best, but the spear tip could not penetrate.
With a smile on his face, Lin Zhijing secretly used the authentic mystical skills of Huashan. His two fingers were like iron pliers, which made Ma Song blush and couldn't thrust in or pull out.
Click!
Suddenly, with a crisp sound, the tip of the spear made of fine steel was broken by Lin Zhijing's fingers.
Ma Song only felt a light touch in his hand. In shock, Lin Zhijing summoned up his strength, dragged him over the gun shaft, and pulled him off the horse.
"Get back General Ma!"
On the top of the city, Ma Jun was shocked and shouted hurriedly.
Immediately, Ma Song's personal guards rushed towards Lin Zhijing, all of them baring their teeth and claws, as if they wanted to eat Lin Zhijing alive.
Whoosh!
An arrow was released from Ma Jun's hand and shot at Lin Zhijing who was holding Ma Song with his halberd before the other soldiers.
Ding!
This arrow is both accurate and powerful.
Lin Zhijing struck with his halberd and flew away. Seeing that the enemy was only a few steps away from him, Lin Zhijing's fighting spirit became so strong that he waved his halberd and actually faced it.
"Come here, help General Lin!"
Lu Yida saw clearly that this general would not allow any mistakes!
As soon as he finished speaking, he also took a gun and rushed out, followed immediately by the soldiers behind him.
At this time, Ma Song, who thought there was no hope of survival, jumped up, pulled out the knife, got back on the horse, and rushed towards Lu Yida without looking back.
Isn’t this a soft persimmon?
Ma Song thought to himself, that person was probably Lin Zhijing, so I can't resist him. You, a middle-aged general, can't be so powerful!
Ma Song, who had a hot head and escaped from the edge of death, soon met Lu Yida.
"Kill me!"
Ma Song suddenly stood up from his saddle and struck Lu Yida with a knife in the air.
call!
The sword wind was very strong, and it was obvious that he had worked hard for several years.
But how could Lu Yida be an ordinary person?
With one move, he raised fire to the sky and directly hit Ma Song's knife with his spear.
Ding!
Under the intersection of swords and guns, Ma Song jumped back on his horse. Lu Yida's figure swayed slightly, but he didn't suffer much.
After all, Ma Song carried a weight of hundreds and dozens of kilograms and slashed with a knife, gaining a slight advantage. Lu Yida was able to resist on the spot, which was somewhat affected.
But it was Ma Song who was surprised.
Is this person so powerful?
But is there any way out?
Lu Yida pointed his spear with a calm expression.
"General Ma, do you dare to dismount and fight?"
This obviously means that he disdains the advantage of the spear and wants to compete with Ma Song in an infantry battle.
Ma Song was not stupid. He glanced at Lu Yida coldly, then looked around, only to see that he was surrounded by enemy troops. He knew that no matter what, he had to fight for his face.
