Volume 1: Wind Rises in the Mountains and Lakes Chapter 138: Wu Chai Wins
"Kill! Kill!"
The swords of the Chaichi tribe flashed, and the shouts shook the sky, cheering for Chai Buhu'er in unison.
Wucai's face was calm, and he drove his horse to the other side. Then, the Sada tribe also cheered, but the momentum was slightly weaker.
The two sides were two or three miles apart, in the middle, two people, one on the left and one on the right, hundreds of steps apart, and started to fight. The closest to these two people were undoubtedly the people of the Tianlong Sect. They were used to fighting in the martial arts world, and such a fight on horseback was rare for these martial arts masters.
"This Chai Buhu'er must have come prepared. The future of the Sada tribe is worrying!" Zhenyuanzi twisted his beard and said to Lin Yi beside him.
"Is the oath agreed by both parties useful?" Lin Yi thought about it and asked.
"The grassland people value force, but they also value promises. The Chaichi tribe wants to win people's hearts and minds through both kindness and force, while the Sadar tribe wants a reversal of survival. Since you have sworn, you must obey. The grassland also has its own rules, otherwise you will be despised. I guess the Chaichi tribe is sure to win, otherwise they will come directly and the Sadar tribe will not be able to stop them. And whether the latter can reverse the situation, we should wait and see!"
"Boy, why don't you ask the old Taoist who will win in the end?" After Zhen Yuanzi's speech, he looked at Lin Yi curiously.
Lin Yi raised the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Didn't the Taoist say it? Wait and see!"
Zhen Yuanzi was stunned when he heard the words, and he knew that he had said something wrong, so he shook his head and smiled bitterly.
No one knew the final result of this matter, so Lin Yi naturally wouldn't ask more. But Zhen Yuanzi was always dissatisfied with the boy's calmness. When he said something funny, the other party could always easily avoid it, which made him feel helpless.
The two of them were talking and laughing, but their eyes were looking forward at the same time——
At this moment, the thunderous cheering suddenly stopped.
Chai Buhuer put the gem on the scimitar on his lips, muttering something, and the murderous intent in his eyes became stronger. He raised the scimitar in his hand, knocked his feet on the horse's belly, and the horse neighed, rushed out suddenly, and rushed towards Wu Chai like a flash of lightning.
At the moment when Chai Buhuer moved, the horse under Wu Chai also raised its front hooves at the same time. He leaned forward slightly, and all his strength was concentrated on his right arm. The scimitar was raised high, and the eye-catching white fox fur hat of the opponent was getting closer and closer.
At the moment when the two horses were about to cross, Wu Chai clamped his feet tightly on the horse's belly, and his body suddenly stood up on the horse. The scimitar in his hand caught the wind, and a silver light flashed, and he chopped down with a "swish".
Chai Buhuer also wanted to kill the opponent with a knife. When they met, he was about to swing his knife to cut him in the middle, but he saw that the opponent's scimitar was faster. A flash of light in front of him made him feel cold, and he swung his knife to block it without hesitation.
"Clang!"
A loud sound of golden swords clashing exploded in the ears of the two men. The bodies of the two men on horseback shook, and they staggered towards each other. After running a hundred feet away, the two men pulled the reins of their horses and turned back. The horses neighed and the iron hooves kept clattering.
Wu Chai's knife, which was about to win, was blocked, his knuckles cracked, and his arms were still shaking. His big hands, covered with blue veins, held the scimitar tightly, and stared at the opponent in the distance with a cold face.
Chai Buhuer turned his horse's head, sighed lightly, looked at Wu Chai, and spat in hatred. What a fast knife! He grinned: "Come again!"
The two fighting horses galloped at the same time and went to meet each other.
Before the enemy's men and horses came close, Chai Buhuer's scimitar had already danced like a snowflake and rolled forward. Wu Chai saw the enemy's fierce momentum, his eyes widened, he stood up high on the horse, gritted his teeth, and chopped down with a knife as fast as lightning.
"Bang——" There was another explosion, Wu Chai's body shook, he leaned down, hugged the horse's neck tightly, and almost fell off the horse. His face was flushed, his right arm drooped weakly, and he struggled to hold the scimitar.
Just when he wanted to sit firmly on the horse, there was a "bang" sound behind his ear. Wu Chai knew that something was wrong, and his body suddenly slid to the side. A sharp arrow, with a whistling sound, brushed his cheek and shot past.
It was a close call! Wu Chai only felt a burning pain on his face.
"Despicable——! A sneak attack——!"
The sudden change in the field caused the Sada tribe and the Tianlong faction to exclaim.
On Chai Buhuer's forehead, a tiny cut oozed a drop of blood. His white fox fur hat had been split in half and fell on the grass.
Chai Buhuer held a golden lacquer bow in his hand, his eyes full of bloodthirstiness, and looked ahead coldly. He had originally bullied the opponent's weakness, but who knew that the knife, as fast as thunder, would still chop him down without regard for his life. Although he blocked the attack with a knife, it was still a little short, and his head would be split in half like the fur hat.
All this was the humiliation that Chai Buhuer had never encountered before. In anger, he shot an arrow back, but the opponent dodged it cleverly.
Chai Buhuer's eyes turned red. Today, he must kill this man.
Wu Cai stopped his horse, his heart pounding, he took a deep breath, placed the scimitar across the saddle, and moved his numb right arm. The cold sweat on his back was just a shock.
Being weaker than the opponent, he naturally hesitated when fighting, but Wu Chai knew that he could not retreat in today's competition. He could only fight to be injured and use his sharp knife to defeat the opponent. Unfortunately, it still did not work, and he only chopped off the opponent's leather hat.
I didn't expect that the young leader of the Chai Ci family was so fierce and could sneak attack in the midst of his busy schedule. I just escaped from death. I, Wu Chai, am not as strong as you, but I have never been afraid of anyone when it comes to bows and arrows. Come again!
At this time, Saha had a solemn face and was worried. Wu Chai was brave, but he was still at a disadvantage when fighting with Chai Bu Huer. Although he chopped off Chai Bu Huer's fur hat and was as imposing as Chai Bu Huer, he still made people nervous when he miraculously avoided the fatal arrow. He prayed secretly, asking God to bless the Sada tribe!
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Samlier twisted his hands together and stared at the fight on the field.
You are willing to die with me! I, Samlier, will also die with Brother Wu Chai!
The two people in the field galloped again, and she held her breath again.
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Wuchai on the horse was like a flag. His body was the pole and the scimitar was the flag. He stood in the wind with the momentum of wind and thunder. He held the scimitar in both hands, with the strength of his whole body and the momentum of the horse, and shouted: "Kill——"
The scimitar was like a sword, slashing at the opponent like lightning.
Chai Buhu'er had a cruel sneer on his lips. He put all his strength into his arms, swung his scimitar and chopped back.
He imagined that after a loud noise, when the opponent's scimitar flew into the air, he would take the opportunity to swing his knife back and cut the opponent in half. Chai Buhu'er, who was waiting for his trick to succeed, suddenly shrank his pupils. The knife light that was pressing down on the boulder had disappeared, and the two knives did not collide as expected. He knew it was not good, and he concentrated his mind, only to see the opponent's body lowered, and the scimitar changed its position in the middle, avoiding his block, like a cunning wolf, rushing towards his waist, opening its sharp teeth.
Chai Buhu'er encountered a sudden change, but he was not confused. A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and his body twisted to the side as hard as he could, and the blocked scimitar swung down and chopped fiercely at the opponent's shoulder.
Wu Chai changed his tactics at the opportunity, and the scimitar was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, slashing towards the opponent's waist with lightning speed. Just when he was about to succeed, the wind blew loudly beside his ears. He didn't have time to think about it, so he clenched his teeth and the scimitar in his hand slashed out a silver light. In a flash, his wrist flipped, his body fell down suddenly, and the scimitar quickly blocked behind him.
"Clang——" A muffled sound that made people's teeth itch slowly spread far away.
The scimitar in Wu Chai's hand had been chopped away, and the leather coat on his back exploded, revealing his bloody back. His face changed, and a mouthful of hot blood rushed to his throat. With a muffled groan, he swallowed it again. After that, Wu Chai grabbed the bow on the saddle with his trembling hands, threw his feet out of the stirrups, leaned forward, and suddenly flipped over. The whole person lay on his back, stepped on the bow with his feet, and pulled out three feather arrows. The bow was bent and the arrows were put on, all in one go.
Wu Chai's hand that was pulling the bowstring suddenly loosened, and "bang--" three feather arrows flew towards Chai Buhu'er's back as fast as a meteor.
Chai Buhu'er slashed Wu Chai's back with a knife, and although the scimitar blocked it, he still severely injured his opponent. The leather robe around his waist was also cut open, and blood flowed out, causing him to gasp in pain.
Covering the wound, Chai Buhu'er was angry and reached out to take down the golden lacquer bow. Just as he was about to give his opponent a fatal blow, the bowstring behind his head exploded like thunder, and he was so frightened that he turned sideways to look back and try to avoid it.
Who knew that when he turned back, Chai Buhu'er's expression changed drastically. He saw three feather arrows breaking through the air, shooting at his shoulders and back respectively. How could he avoid it, unless he jumped off the horse. But at this moment, how could he be in time.
Chai Buhu'er was helpless, and his body suddenly fell to the side of the saddle, and two feather arrows whizzed past him. Before he could get lucky, with a sound of "puff", a wolf-tooth arrow pierced into the shoulder blade of his left shoulder.
With a scream, Chai Buhuer fell off his horse. The golden lacquer bow in his hand was thrown far away, and he rolled on the ground twice, still howling.
"Wuchai! Wucai!"
In this thrilling life-and-death battle, Wucai unexpectedly won. The people of the Sada tribe cheered excitedly for this.
Wucai swayed on the horse, his eyes flashed with unyielding fighting spirit, and he raised the bow in his hand high -
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