Aunt Wang's sister and brother were dizzy, and the two people who were turning were even more dizzy.
They have to desperately control the horse, speed, angle, and protect the opponent from attacking at any time.
Others saw the dazzling pain, but the two of them were suffering in pain, gritting their teeth and persevering in the suffering.
Watching the two of them spinning around in circles, Kuo De smiled coldly.
Although he is not as flexible as his opponent, his weapons are longer than his opponent's.
How can you follow the opponent in circles without using your advantage?
He decided to take a chance and stabbed He Si'an who was spinning in circles with his hand.
Seeing Kuodi's spear thrust towards He Sian, Aunt Wang couldn't help but scream in fear.
With a "dang" sound, the sound of weapons clashing came from the fighting scene.
He Si'an did not dodge the Hu-killing knife in his hand, and at this moment, he finally clashed with the opponent's spear.
Aunt Wang was relieved when she heard that He Sian was not stabbed.
But she quickly became worried again. The scimitar in He Sian's hand was shorter and the spear in Kuo Di's hand was very long. He Sian was obviously going to suffer.
Dangdang, this is the sound of something like metal falling to the ground.
When Aunt Wang heard this voice, she couldn't help but scream again. Could it be that He Sian's thin and long penis was interrupted by the other party?
Hearing this voice, Xiong Hu and Xu Hong breathed a sigh of relief.
They could see clearly with their eyes that when Kuo Di's spear thrust through, the Hu-killing knife in He Sian's hand came in behind.
The purpose of He Sian's circles was to consume the opponent's advantage.
After three battles, his physical strength was far inferior to his opponent's, and his weapons were also inferior to his opponent's.
He heard about the Little Sage's theory of Tai Chi and decided to give it a try.
Unexpectedly, the opponent in his Tai Chi circle not only lost all his advantages, but also became anxious and angry.
He Sian turned around in circles while looking at the other person without blinking, not missing the slightest trace of the ground.
Seeing Kuodechi extending his spear, he used all his strength, aimed at the position, and slashed with his sword.
The spear wrapped in copper skin was immediately broken into two pieces at the neck.
Deputy Centurion Caidan was about to cheer, but he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the result.
Seeing that the centurion was clearly going to win, but the opponent chopped his spear into two pieces from his neck.
It was even more incredible for Cai Dan to be like this, and for him to be a party involved. He was stunned.
Seeing Guo Di's expression, He Sian wiped the sweat from his forehead, pulled the reins of his horse and stepped back, looking at Guo Di lightly.
After Kuodechi was stunned, he couldn't believe it and looked at the half spear in his hand, his face turned red.
However, because his skin is darker, he looks black and red.
He suddenly threw away half of the spear, pulled out the sword from his waist, pointed at He Sian, and shouted: "This matter is not over yet."
Aunt Wang cried with joy: "Kuodi, you lose, you lose."
"Kuodi, you lose, you lose." Wang Dalang shouted along with his sister.
Although the two of them yelled at the top of their lungs, Kuodei turned a deaf ear.
He took the horse's rein and waved his sword.
He yelled, "Look at the sword," and slashed at He Sian.
"Well done." He Sian did not give in this time, but waved the Hu-killing knife in his hand and stepped forward to meet him.
The two sides brandished their swords and swords, and began to chop at each other under the setting sun.
The two swords, gleaming and slashing against each other in the sunset, looked particularly terrifying.
Although Kuodi's spear was cut off by He Sian, he was still confident of defeating He Sian.
He had already seen that He Si'an had not recovered his strength after three fierce battles.
It was another fierce battle just now, and He Sian spent a lot of energy, not as much as he did.
Although He Sian held a sword in his hand, Kuo Di held a sword that was also made of highly refined steel.
According to common sense, if his weapon was cut off by the opponent, he would have to admit defeat.
But regardless of his face, he just wanted to defeat the opponent and win with his own sword and strength.
Seeing that the other party did not retreat, he was overjoyed.
If He Sian was spinning around like before, there was nothing he could do with Kuo Di holding him.
Now the two sides are fighting head-on. In addition to competing for weapons, they are also competing for strength.
His strength was far greater than that of the other party, because he had seen that He Sian was not only panting, but also sweating profusely on his forehead.
Although he was panting a little and sweating a little, it was not as obvious as the other's.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, shouted, and slashed at He Sian with all his strength.
His strength was so great that not only He Sian could sense it, but also He Sian's war horse.
The war horse received the huge power from He Sian and kept moving its hooves to offset Kuo Di's slashing.
He Sian was indeed persevering. He was desperately resisting the opponent's slashes and counting at the same time.
The sweat on He Sian's forehead became heavier and heavier, and he felt that his eyes were almost wet with sweat, and the killing knife in his hand became heavier and heavier.
Kuodechi couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw that the opponent's counterattack was getting weaker and weaker.
He was getting harder and harder, and as long as he kept slashing a few more times, the opponent might not be able to parry.
"Sixty, sixty-one...seventy." Suddenly there was a clang and the sound of a knife breaking.
Kuo Di suddenly felt a lightness in his hand, followed by the sound of iron falling to the ground, and he couldn't help but be startled.
He carefully looked at the sword in his hand and found that it was only half in length.
He Sian suddenly became energetic, as if he was full of strength again.
This time he did not retreat, but pointed at the opponent with his killing knife and said calmly: "You still lost."
After he finished speaking, he kept wiping the sweat from his forehead with his left hand.
He was secretly lucky. If the opponent's sword was not cut off by him, he might really be defeated by the opponent.
Now he really has no strength, and the killing knife in his hand is already shaking a little.
This tremor is not a tremor of excitement, but a symbol of impending exhaustion of strength.
"I'm not convinced. You're just good at weapons." Kuo Di looked at the half-sword in his hand, his expression extremely frustrated, but he was still not convinced.
Kuo Di only talks about his own shortcomings, not the other party's shortcomings.
Not only did he use two weapons, he also had the powerful advantage of waiting for work.
He Sian didn't care about this. Anyway, the opponent was defeated again.
While wiping the sweat that kept coming out of his forehead, he said lightly: "That's true, but this can't change your fate of failure."
At this time, Xiong Hu mounted another war horse and came to the side of the two men.
He looked at the half sword in Kuo Di's hand and shook his head, leaving Kuo Di puzzled.
"Kuodi, Ziping is absolutely fair to you because he didn't use a more powerful weapon." Xiong Hu said calmly to Kuodi.
Kuo Di raised the half of the sword in his hand, looked at the killing knife in He Sian's hand, and said with a bitter smile: "Master Xiong, his sword cuts iron like clay, and my sword suffered a big loss."
After saying that, he looked at Xiong Hu, hoping that he would help him say a word of comfort.
The Tubo and Hu people were indeed barbarians who feared power but had no morals.
"Because Ziping didn't compete with you with a more powerful weapon." Xiong Hu smiled coldly, took out his hand-held crossbow, and shot at a big tree next to him.
This big tree is so big that it almost takes one person's hands to hug it.
Kuo Chu saw that he had taken out this thing that looked like a bed crossbow but not like a bed crossbow. He couldn't help but be surprised, what kind of weapon is this?
Just as he was thinking, he saw Xiong Hu pull the trigger, and with a pop, like lightning, the crossbow arrow flew towards the big tree five steps away.
In the popping sound, almost all the crossbow arrows were shot in, leaving only the tail feathers.
Looking at Kuo Di, he couldn't help but look pale.
If the opponent uses this weapon and he uses a spear, I don't know if he can resist it.
Suddenly Kuo Di's eyes flashed and he looked at Xiong Hu: "How many times can Master Xiong shoot this?"
In his opinion, although the Hu people had bows and cavalry, it was extremely labor-intensive and time-consuming to set up bows and arrows.
Zhemo's is similar to a long bow, but it looks scary.
"It's just that it can shoot continuously, and it can hold multiple crossbow arrows." Xiong Hu didn't know what the other party was thinking, and it was obvious that Guo Di was not giving up.
After saying that, he pulled lightly, and the crossbow arrow came up automatically, and then he pulled the trigger in his hand. The whole time was only ten breaths.
With a "Puff" sound, another crossbow arrow shot into the big tree just now, firmly and without any shaking.
Seeing that Xiong Hu's movements were smooth and flowing, it felt almost effortless.
The Tubo could defeat the ordinary Hu cavalry, but they did not dare to attack when they encountered the Hu cavalry.
Fortunately, there are high mountains everywhere in Tubo, and they have strong villas and castles. The Hu people suffered heavy casualties and had to retreat.
Even so, the Tubo casualties were not small, and most of them were casualties caused by barbarian bow cavalry.
The barbarians are powerful with bows and cavalry, but they have many shortcomings compared to holding crossbows in front of them.
First, its power is far less than that of a hand-held crossbow. Generally, it can cause minor injuries. Only when it hits a vital part can you be seriously injured. However, almost every crossbow arrow can cause serious injury to you.
Second, it's not as fast as a handheld bed crossbow. The speed of bow riding requires about a hundred breaths to complete, while the hand-held bed crossbow can only be completed in ten breaths, and the speed is almost ten times that of bow riding.
Thinking of this, Kuo Di's face turned pale and he was in a daze.
Seeing Xiong Hu's mocking expression, Kuo Di braced himself and asked, "Is this how the barbarians were defeated by you?"
Now that we know that the Hu people have been defeated, it is easier to speak.
"Hu people and big talkers are the losers in the security group." Xiong Hu said this to interrupt the opponent's luck.
Hearing this, Kuo Di was a little frustrated, and he was indeed overestimating his capabilities.
The opponent's weapons were more powerful than his own, but his body was exhausted from three fierce battles. That was a fact.
From this point of view, it is not difficult to see that He Sian still has black blood stains with the smell of blood on his body, and he has an obviously tired look on his face.
Even though I used two weapons, I didn't expect that the result would still be defeat again and again.
But thinking about the failure of the barbarians and the big argument, Kuo Di's psychology was not as uncomfortable as before.
"Kuodi, did you lose or win today?" Xiong Hu looked at the opponent with bright eyes, forcing him to express his stance.
Kuo Di felt extremely uncomfortable at this moment, so he had to lower his head and whispered: "This young master of the village has lost."
"Louder, I didn't hear what you said clearly." Xiong Hu glared at him and asked in a deep voice.
Kuo Di's face turned red and turned dark red. He could only grit his teeth and reply: "Master Xiong, I, the young owner of the village, have lost."
After saying that, he couldn't help but look around, feeling that he was so embarrassed.
But when he looked at the crowd, he saw that the security officers were indifferent, as if this was a normal phenomenon.
However, when he glanced at the Tubo soldiers behind him, he saw all his men lowering their heads, and he couldn't help but feel a little sour and confused.
"You don't have to be sad. In fact, Kuo Di's performance just now was quite good. He fought extremely bravely and tenaciously." Seeing the frustrated and uncomfortable expressions of all the Tibetan soldiers, Xiong Hu hurriedly comforted him, "It is said that even the Hu people were defeated by the security group. Because the security team’s weapons are indeed far superior to yours.”
When he saw these Tibetan soldiers, they all looked depressed and lowered their heads.
Xiong Hu knew the hearts of these Tibetan soldiers. He first emphasized that the other side was tenacious and brave, and then emphasized that they could defeat the barbarians and Dalu. Victory was a particularly powerful weapon.
Sure enough, after hearing this, these Tubo soldiers did not feel so uncomfortable, and looked at the bears and tigers much more pleasantly.
Xiong Hu dismounted, came to Ram, bowed his hands, and reminded: "Mo Lala, the bride price has been given, now you should give the dowry."
He didn't mention the deed of sale, but said that the dowry was to give the other party face.
"Tashi, I came here specifically to discuss this matter with Master Xiong." Ram said while returning the courtesy.
When Xiong Hu heard this, he couldn't help but frowned: "Moura, the villain doesn't understand?"
If the other party doesn't agree to sell himself to me, why can't he change his mind?
"Master of the Villa, I respectfully invite you to come down." Ram bowed to the Villa.
Xiong Hu and Xu Hong looked at each other and couldn't help but look at each other. Which drama was the other person singing?
Ram saw the expressions of Xiong Hu and Xu Hong, smiled slightly, stepped forward and bowed: "Master Xiong's book, the wedding of the villa will naturally be hosted by the owner of the villa."
Hearing this, Xiong Hu could only return the favor and express his agreement, but he didn't know how the owner of the village would host it?
About a tea time, a lama in red clothes came down who looked about sixty years old.
This man's face is dark and wrinkled. Although he is wearing a lama's attire, he does not have the kindness and kind eyes of the eminent monk of the Song Dynasty. He does not seem to be a kind person.
Xiong Hu felt that if the other party was really sincere about marrying his daughter, why didn't he come out just now? He had to wait until the young owner of the village was defeated again and again before he had to come out.
The foreign barbarians are indeed people who fear power and have no morals.
Xiong Hu thought this in his heart, but his face still showed a humble expression.
Xiong Hu felt very strange. This was clearly a lama, not the owner of the village. He couldn't help but look suspiciously.
Ram's eyes turned to Xiong Hu's face, and of course he saw his expression.
"Master Xiong, the village owner believes in Buddha and built a sutra tower on the roof of Zhuangzi Tower." She changed slightly and then explained.
Xiong Hu followed Ram's gesture and looked towards the top floor of the villa. Sure enough, the highest floor was the Sutra Building.
Xiong Hu looked at the scripture building and at the small room on the ground floor, which was not much bigger than a dog cave, and felt it was extremely ironic.
While the Tubo people believed in Buddhism and kept talking about the Buddha's equality of all living beings, they brutally exploited and even killed slaves.
Xiong Hu feels that the Song Dynasty temples truly achieve equality for all living beings, and the Song Dynasty truly achieves the equality of civilians.
In the Song Dynasty, even though you were a commoner, you did not have to kneel down when meeting an official.
But it is different here. Low-level people such as farmers and low-level craftsmen must kneel down when they see nobles.
Not only must you kneel down, but you must not raise your head to look at the other person's face, otherwise the person may cut off your hands and feet, or the person who wants to gouge out your eyes may be ordered to do so.
As for slaves, the fate is even worse, and their lives are in danger anytime and anywhere.
If He Sian hadn't saved him this time, one of Aunt Wang's siblings would have been skinned, and the other would have been killed for sacrifice. This is a living example.
Although the barbarians are said to be barbaric, they are nothing compared to Tibet.
At least the Hu people have not heard of using living people to skin them for sacrifice.
The hypocrites of the Song Dynasty were at least modest and courteous on the surface, and were more or less bound by benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom and trust.
However, the Tubo nobles were not bound by benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom, and trust. They would beat and kill their slaves whenever they wanted.
How hypocritical and ironic to act like this.
Ram didn't know what Xiong Hu was thinking. Seeing Xiong Hu's thoughtful look, he thought it was because he didn't know much about Tubo customs.
Lamu smiled slightly, bowed to Xiong Hu and the owner of the village, and introduced them respectively: "Master of the village, this is Xiong Zibiao, the chief of the security team. Master Xiong, this is Danba, the owner of the Huangzhong Villa."
Danba nodded and looked at Xionghu with a smile on his face.
After all, the other party was an elder. Xiong Hu took a few steps forward, looked at the other party, and bowed his hands: "Xiong Zibiao has met the owner of the village."
"Master Xiong shows his talent and is worthy of being a Confucian general." Danba praised him while returning the courtesy.
Xiong Hu is not as tall as Danba, but he has a well-proportioned figure and fairer skin. He is also half a scholar, so he looks gentle and elegant.
The two chatted for a while, and Xiong Hu asked He Sian and Aunt Wang to come over and pay homage to Danba.
Seeing that Aunt Wang suddenly changed into a fairy-like little lady, Danba couldn't help being surprised, but at the same time he felt a little regretful.
But after all, he had become mature in old age, and he soon set his sights on He Sian's face.
While Danba praised He Sian, he mentioned a topic that Xiong Hu and He Sian had never thought of.
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