She was about to make some move when a strong sense of crisis shot up from the soles of her feet to the sky. Shen Tang did not hesitate to jump off the shoulders of the giant, and caught the double-crescent snake-shaped halberd stabbed in mid-air with his bare hands. There seemed to be something in his eyes. A moment of shock flashed through...

graft……

Not working anymore?

Gong Xiqiu seemed to know her doubts.

Looking at Shen Tang's bloody palms with some regret.

If the force had been stronger and the speed faster, he should have been able to break off the palm. However, Shen Tang hid in time, and a strong force of Wen Qi blocked his actions, and he ran away.

A safe distance was immediately opened.

He said: "I have cracked this trick of yours."

It's really hard to guard against grafting.

Gong Xiqiu has suffered losses before, how can he fall into another fight?

He continued: "The same word spirit can be used once or twice, but not again and again. You can overestimate your own strength, but you cannot underestimate your opponent's potential. Next time, I will kill you!"

Although there was still a strong sting in the palm of his hand, Shen Tang still held his sword and fought Gongxi to the end: "Oh, really? You have said the same thing more than once, but it seems that it has never been done. .The outcome is unknown, life and death are uncertain!”

On the battlefield, sand and dust were flying.

Every time the literary spirit and martial spirit clashed, everyone's heartstrings were touched. They even blinked, for fear that they would miss the key details of victory or defeat. But there were also people who were murmuring——

This battle lasted a little too long.

According to the current unspoken rules, the two armies can start fighting directly as soon as they meet, or they can stop and fight each other as soon as they meet. The former just ignores it and it's over, while the latter - basically both armies are caught off guard and encounter the enemy, and they haven't taken stock yet. Good up and down.

The fighting skills also give each other a buffer time.

Usually there are only three games.

It is not ruled out that there are some "match-fixing" cases, where on the surface it is a life-and-death fight, but behind the scenes they are colluding and deliberately playing five games against each other.

It can only be stopped if one party beheads the other party or surrenders.

The battle between life and death, hovering on the edge of death every moment.

Maybe the head is separated from the body in a sudden.

The three games usually last less than half a quarter of an hour.

This amount of time is just enough for the army to reorganize its formation, adjust its morale, and issue military orders. When it is almost done, it can start directly.

The first two games are very short.

After one or two hundred moves, the winner will be determined.

The third game is different, both of them are battery life experts!

One game is worth three.

Leader Wu Xian felt slightly sad.

The longer delay is not good for them either.

It is impossible for soldiers to tighten their fighting nerves for a long time, but the war drums cannot be stopped. Once they stop, their morale will plummet.

To put it more simply - you can be excited and fight more powerfully, but you can't be excited for too long, both physically and mentally.

He asked his confidants: "How long do you think it will take to decide the winner?"

The soap-shirted scribe said: "It's hard to say."

Leader Wu Xian said casually: "I didn't expect Master Shen to be so powerful at such a young age. No wonder he (she) has the confidence to use his first skill to 'borrow land' from me. Speaking of borrowing land, Gongsu, you Where would it be better to lend it out?"

A rich land...

It's too late for him to own the treasure, so why would he borrow it?

Give a barren piece?

If it spreads, it will be bad for your reputation.

To change such a big country into a remote place with no grass and few people, it is inevitable that he will be branded unfairly.

After much thought, he couldn't find anything that was very suitable.

The soap-shirted scribe said: "Didn't my lord mention it before?"

Leader Wu Xian was puzzled: "When did I mention it?"

The soap-shirted scribe said nothing, just looked at him.

Leader Wu Xian suddenly remembered something.

"Where do you mean? How about that?"

That area is not barren and there are many people, but there are many bandits who have turned into bandits. Moreover, the local folk customs have nothing to do with the word "simple", and almost all of them are evil people. The local evil forces are colluding with the government and businessmen. It's powerful, and its skills are vicious.

To put it bluntly, it is a tough nut to crack.

Leader Wu Xian, think about the people under Shen Tang...

Wouldn't it be nice to dump people there?

The soap-shirted scribe saw his lord's hesitation and explained: "It may not be good for others, but it is just right for them. And that place is still surrounded by the lord's territory. No matter how well they manage, Don’t even think about taking it as your own.”

It's not difficult to borrow.

But it’s not easy to pay it back.

I don’t know how many people there are. When you lend money, you are an uncle, and when you collect the money, you are a grandson. Since Mr. Shen said that he wanted to "borrow", then everything should follow the "borrow" process.

Borrow and repay instead of borrowing and not returning, leaving and never coming back!

Leader Wu Xian: "I don't think Master Shen is that kind of person."

The soap-shirted scribe said ruthlessly: "But Qi Yuanliang is."

He paused and said, "Qi Yuanliang is not a kind person."

Leader Wu Xian: "..."

How evil is it to allow a person who is not a good person to say "not a good person"? No wonder there are nicknames like "Evil Plot".

Just as he was thinking about it, Leader Wu Xian subconsciously turned his gaze in the direction of Qi Shan and others. This glance did not matter, but he actually saw Qi Shan's upper body on the horse swaying, unable to support himself and tilting his horse's back.

That bloodless face was so pale that people couldn't help but think - this man won't die, right? He subconsciously screamed.

The soap-shirted scribe was alarmed: "Master, what's the matter?"

Leader Wu Xian: "It seems something happened to Qi Yuanliang."

The soap-shirted scribe: “???”

Who happened???

The words falling on his ears were like the sun rising in the west.

Something did happen to Qi Shan.

The first person to discover it was Gu Chi, who was closest to him.

Gu Chi was watching intently, and his nose sharply smelled a strong smell of blood. Before he could find the source of the blood, he saw Qishan closing his eyes, leaning forward and about to fall off the horse.

Gu Chi was shocked and subconsciously raised his hand to pick it up.

Kang Shi also hurriedly jumped off his horse and came over.

The first thing I noticed was Gu Chi's clothes.

"Your clothes?"

Gu Chi was puzzled: "Why are my clothes..."

The clothes he wore today were light-colored, and the blood was particularly dazzling.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

ε=(′ο｀*)))Alas

My dad is fine, but there is a big hole in his ankle. He said he can see the bones, but luckily no bones were hurt. He had a lot of stitches, but he is in good spirits. When I went to see him today, he was lying in bed. I was scrolling through Douyin and it drove me to buy cigarettes, so I bought him one and smoked it slowly...

Dad is fine, but there is something wrong with Yingying.
Chapter completed!