The wind rolls the field, and the Jinge hand over.


    咴 咴 咴.


    Chumo sits under his crotch and stands up. Chumo looks solemn on his horse. The Zhan golden gun in his hand reflects the red sun. He slides a track in the sky and cuts it down.


    Almost at the same time, Su Qingjie opposite was also absorbed. His green veins burst up and his hands clenched the double-edged spear. The heavy weapon swung out horizontally and hit the silver gun.


    Boom.


    This blow, both of them tried their best, and the huge sound shook the whole field.


    At the next moment, Chumo''s strength advantage after cruel training showed. The burly Su Qingjie was like a shell. He was split off his horse''s back and fell out towards the rear. After rolling for two circles, he stopped.


    Bang Dang.


    The double-edged spear also fell down at this time and was inserted two steps next to Su Qingjie.


    Hoo Hoo.


    The vigorous fight consumed a lot of physical energy, and Su Qingjie gasped heavily. The auspicious animal helmet tassel on the head had already fallen to one side, and the bun hung loosely on the shoulder.


    Rubbing his sore shoulder, Su Qingjie stood up and pulled out the double-edged spear.


    "Chumo! Today''s war is happy!"


    When he opens his mouth, he can see blood hanging in his mouth. He dances a sword flower and points the spear at Chumo.


    "Today! I must beat you!"


    In the field of vision, a little red blurred the figure of the striding battle horse, and the spear cold blade pointed straight at the past.


    Chumo, riding on the war horse, is slightly surprised and looks at him silently.


    A moment later, the figure on the war horse slowly turned down the horse''s back. In the surprise of all the soldiers, he patted the horses beside him. The horse seems to have spirit. The horse''s face rubs Chumo''s body and slowly goes to the outside to stand quietly.


    When Chumo turns around, Chumo''s eyes become dignified.


    In the middle of this year, most of Chumo has won many generals'' heads with Tang Hao''s eastward expedition to the west, and the momentum of refusing to admit defeat in front of him is really admirable.


    Chumo said faintly when the tail of the gun suddenly clubbed to the ground and the smoke dispersed.


    "Well, today will convince you!"


    "I''ll fight with brother Su!"


    When the dust was light and diffuse, Wu Tong frowned.


    "The outcome is divided. Why continue to fight?"


    Tang Hao looked at the two people on the court, and a faint smile came up at the corners of his mouth.


    "Chumo has been with me for more than a year. He is more ambitious. It is rare to compete with such an expert in Datang."


    "Don''t let the other party be convinced, even if you don''t feel comfortable."


    While talking, Tang Hao glanced at Su dingfang with a slightly half open mouth and slowly turned his head to Wu Tong.


    "When Su Qingjie was young, he went to the battlefield with general su. His skills were all trained in the battlefield, which was very different from Chumo, who guarded the border all the year round."


    "This time I was knocked off my horse. Naturally, I was a little dissatisfied."


    "Moreover, I especially cherish this hard won fighting opportunity. After all, I also want to prove it in front of my father."


    Between words, the two people on the field have moved again.


    The galloping steps suddenly stopped at the moment of closing the distance. The heavy double-edged spear stabbed out like a storm in the roaring sound. The Zhanjin tiger head gun galloped like a shower and turned into a flying shadow in the whole field.


    Tens of thousands of soldiers scrambled to crowd and stared at the scene. In everyone''s view, the attack of Spears was blocked by all the waving silver guns.


    The huge sound of weapon collision seemed to stir the blood in the body, boiling and spraying.


    Ah, ah.


    Su Qingjie''s spear was still in full swing. His muscles in both arms were bulging. His hands holding the spear halberd had sudden blood vessels and suddenly pressed down. A strong wind blew from the air and crashed down.


    Chumo takes an understated side step. When the spear hits the ground, the silver gun stabs down, clasps the spear ear, and raises his foot to kick Su Qingjie.


    When the footprints were printed on the armour of his shoulder, a dull sound came out. Su Qingjie was refused to let go by Juli. Along with this strength, he stubbornly pulled out the spear inserted into the soil.


    When the body retreats, the spear swings out and envelops Chumo.


    "Ah! Be careful!"


    At this thrilling moment, many soldiers cried out.


    Even several generals unconsciously took a step forward and wanted to shout.


    Chumo feels the strong wind before the spear edge stops. He knows that this blow is full of critical force. If he resists hard, his muscles and bones will be damaged.


    While thinking, he suddenly stepped and ran into each other.


    Time seemed to slow down at this moment. The silver gun was accurately inserted between the smashed spears, a spark flickered and jumped, the silver gun sank, the tail of the gun wiped the ground and removed most of its strength.


    Chumo fiercely pulls out his sword and cuts off the spear. His whole body is also in the rush. With a sudden turn, the silver gun sweeps into a circle in his hand, trembling into a roar.


    Bang.


    The silver gun swept Su Qingjie''s chest, and the barrel of the gun hit the goggle on his breastplate. Amid the loud noise, Su Qingjie flew out towards the rear, and his spear scratched a long mark on the ground.


    When I stopped, the front of my body was full of pushed sand, stone and soil.


    Wow, a mouthful of blood gushed out.