The long knife slashed straight at Hu Ling, as if Hu Ling's right arm would be cut off in the next moment.
Hu Ling leaned to the left and rear, raised his right foot, and his heel was half hooked on the upper part of the saddle. His whole body hung on the left side of the horse, avoiding the general's all-out blow.
The general's long sword slashed hard along the sole of Hu Ling's right foot on the right side of the horse's body.
Dali could be seen in a cold sweat from behind.
He almost threw the hidden weapon in his hand. The hidden weapon was coated with a colorless and odorless poison that could kill people in one breath.
He could see clearly that if Hu Ling's right foot was not hooked on the upper part of the saddle, but half hanging on the right side of the horse's body, it might have been chopped off at this moment.
Dali had never been so nervous as before. Fortunately, there was no danger, and fortunately Hu Ling accurately judged the direction in which the knife fell.
The moment the general retracted his sword, Hu Ling used his left hand hard and jumped up.
Her spear pierced the general's chest from top to bottom.
Before the warrior could retaliate in time, he blocked the knife in front of his left chest with his backhand. He held the handle of the knife with his left hand and the back of the knife with his right hand. They used both hands to block Hu Ling's spear.
In an instant, Hu Ling sat upright on the horse, turned his thrust into pressure, held the spear in both hands and moved forward without giving the general any chance.
The general did not expect Hu Ling to have such power. He was almost twice the size of Hu Ling, but was suppressed by Hu Ling's spear and was unable to fight back. He noticed that his body was leaning backwards and hurriedly hooked the stirrup. , to avoid falling off the horse.
Seeing that the general was almost pressed to the ground on the horse's back, Hu Ling stepped on the stirrups and stood up slightly, adding a little more strength to his hands.
The two were in a stalemate, and time seemed to stand still for a moment.
Seeing the moment when the general was gathering strength to counterattack, Hu Ling withdrew his strength and immediately stabbed him with his spear again.
When the general was about to exert his strength, Hu Ling removed the spear that was blocking his sword. The moment his power exploded, he had no strength to resist. His sword and hands were thrown out uncontrollably, exposing his chest to Hu Ling. Under the spear of the spirit.
Hu Ling's spear pierced the general's armor and his chest. From the corner of his eye, he saw several generals beside Li Deming approaching her with weapons raised.
Li Deming did not expect that his favorite general would be defeated by Hu Ling, nor did he expect that she would have so many helpers with superb martial arts skills. When he saw that the general was about to be defeated by Hu Ling, he asked the people around him to help, and at the same time sent People went to the mansion to call for reinforcements.
Hu Ling pulled out the spear from the general. The general clutched his chest and fell off the horse. As soon as she sat back on the horse, several arrows shot towards her.
This arrow was packed with enough force, and it looked like he was an excellent hunter on the grassland.
She had also seen such powerful arrows when she and Li Mei were hunting together.
She lay on her back on the horse, holding the spear in both hands, and knocked down the arrows. When she sat up, the men were already nearby.
Without her instructions, Dali and others came to help her.
The sound of weapons clashing kept ringing.
Hu Ling's spear was covered in blood, and Dali saw her eyes red with murder, thinking that she had been unable to control her emotions and seriously injured Mr. Beijiang.
He wasn't sure whether she had become like that at this moment.
He stepped forward to repel the people next to Hu Ling, and asked at the top of his voice: "Sanniang, are you okay?"
"Very good! I haven't felt this happy in a long time." Hu Ling wiped the sweat from her chin with her sleeves. She was actually sweating on such a cold day.
Seeing that her eyes were clear, he vigorously confirmed that she was okay, held up his sword and said, "Sister, please rest first. Let us deal with people like this."
"No, one more person will help us to end this as soon as possible." Hu Ling said. She didn't want Zhu Shang to have any contact with this group of people, so she wanted to get rid of these people before he came.
Li Deming's generals were defeated by Hu Ling and others, and were gradually defeated.
He didn't want his people to lose too badly, so he called the generals to his side. Who are the people around Hu Ling and where do they come from? The martial arts skills are no better than those of the soldiers he brought, and some of them are even slightly better.
Hu Ling raised his chin and shouted: "Open the city gate!"
"Get through me first!" Li Deming held the spear in his hand, drove his horse forward a few steps unhurriedly, and declared war on Hu Ling.
Seeing Li Deming's treacherous look, Hu Ling felt extremely disgusted.
When she declared war on him earlier, he retreated and refused to respond. When she defeated his men, he pretended to be here again. It was clear that he wanted to drain her energy before competing with her.
Did he think she was someone who only knew how to practice martial arts but had no brains?
Unfortunately, she is in excellent health now, and the battle just now had no impact on her. It can be said that it was just a warm-up.
She raised her gun and prepared to fight.
While raising the spear, she felt something being thrown from the sky. Without hesitation, she circled the spear to block the thing.
Looking up, she found that wrapped around the spear was a whip, her usual soft whip.
Zhu Shang's voice came from a distance. His voice seemed far away and very soft, but she heard it clearly, as if he was speaking in her ear.
He said: "Sanniang, you are used to using soft whips, so you should use this one."
"I, I don't need it."
For a moment, Hu Ling's thoughts were taken back to a few months ago.
Since she hurt Zhu Shang, she has never touched the soft whip again.
"This is not that one. That one is still in your house in Bianjing. This is the one I made for you. Try it." Zhu Shang's voice got closer and closer. Hu Ling looked over and saw a A dark shadow was coming from among the torches.
The edges of the black shadow were blurred by the torch, but she knew it was him.
His long body, unhurried pace, and pleasant voice.
This can only be her Zhu Shang.
She took the soft whip off the spear and threw the spear to the black figure.
The hand holding the soft whip trembled slightly.
Ever since she started practicing martial arts, she has always been inseparable from her, but this time, they have been separated for almost half a year.
The soft whip is like her arms and her fingers, an indispensable part of her, but after hurting Zhu Shang, she gave up the soft whip.
Give up the arm, give up the fingers, give up the most beloved weapon.
If the heart is a piece of grass, then Soft Whip is the best and most fertile piece of grass in her meadow, and she pulled out this piece of grass, wishing that she could also shovel the dirt under the grass clean.
She vowed in her heart that she would never touch a soft whip again in her life.
But now, he handed the soft whip back into her hands, and the scars that were deeply engraved in her heart, the scars that reminded her of that day full of regret and pain every day, were suddenly filled up.
I lowered my head to look at the deep scars in my heart, but there were no traces.
After all, she was still afraid and worried that he would blame her.
She knew that he never blamed her, he had no resentment in his heart, he was just worried about her.
However, she was still afraid that there might be undetectable emotions in some small gap.
She has always been a free and easy person with a big heart. Faced with the vicious heart of Lord Jiaren, her anger has never come from her heart.
However, facing Zhu Shang, facing this person whom she liked so much that she didn't know how to express it, she cared a lot about small emotions.
Such concern caught her off guard and made her frightened.
However, he opened his heart to her, it was real and real, and there was no emotion anywhere that made her afraid or worried.
It was his gentleness, his calmness, and his openness that smoothed every trace of her heart.
She lowered her head and felt her heart, but she also heard him saying: "Sanniang, it's up to you here. I'll guide you when we get out. You rest."
This trust, this ease, made her believe in herself and wouldn't do such a wrong thing.
When Li Deming saw Zhu Shang, he pointed at his men with a dark face and asked, "Why is he here? Didn't he ask you to send heavy troops to guard him?"
"My subordinates don't know!" The person named was panicking. They had indeed arranged for many experts to guard Zhu Shang, and the only key to the room was on Li Deming's waist. How could Zhu Shang escape?
At this moment, Hu Ling had already driven his horse close to Li Deming and swung the soft whip towards him.
Li Deming was still sarcastic in his mind when he saw Hu Ling changing weapons. How could a soft whip be inferior to his spear? Zhu Shang simply pushed Hu Ling into the fire pit.
But he didn't expect that Hu Ling's soft whip was like a snake emerging from the night, dodging his spear and binding his right arm.
What followed was a stinging sensation on his right arm. When he looked down, he found that his sleeve had been torn and the soft whip was tightly buckled into his flesh.
Li Deming took out the dagger with his left hand and went to cut the soft whip.
Hu Ling raised her wrist lightly, and the soft whip quickly slid out like sand and returned to her hand.
Li Deming looked at Hu Ling in surprise, even forgetting about his bleeding arm.
He thought he had observed her long enough and already knew her techniques and habits, but he didn't expect that she changed to a weapon and used it more skillfully than a spear, as if the soft whip was a part of her body.
In the darkness, Hu Ling's eyes were shining brightly. She looked at the soft whip in her hand and curled her mouth unconsciously.
Of all the weapons, her favorite was indeed the soft whip.
What a broken vow that you will never touch a soft whip again in this life, go away!
The arm was waved again, and the soft whip moved towards Li Deming like an unpredictable shadow.
Li Deming's vigilance had increased a lot. He stared at Hu Ling's gestures and predicted the position of the soft whip. Before the whip hit his body, he hurriedly turned his horse's head sideways to avoid the whip, and at the same time reined in the horse towards Hu Ling. And go.
He was very satisfied with his judgment. Hu Ling had just swung her whip for the second time. He had completely predicted her movements, successfully dodged them, and thought of an excellent way to counterattack.
The soft whip is longer than the spear. At distances beyond the length of the spear, the soft whip has the advantage. If the distance is shortened, the soft whip will be defeated by his spear.
All he had to do was close the distance.
Just when his horse was about to step forward, the whole horse suddenly stood up, raised its hooves, and then screamed and knelt down.
Li Deming's eyes widened. His mount had been following him for a long time and had never reacted like this before.
When he pulled the horse's reins hard to make the horse stand up, he saw the soft whip drawing a beautiful arc in front of his eyes.
It turned out that when he was avoiding the attack of the whip, he turned the horse's head sideways and created a visual blind spot. Hu Ling's soft whip took the opportunity to wrap around the horse's hind legs.
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It’s so hot in Guangzhou, I was even sweating in the early hours of the morning.
