Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

Si Yutong's words shocked everyone.

Both armies are fronted by assistant generals, and Song Xiang's wings are even experienced masters, but everyone turns their attention to her.

What people saw was the prince of Yu Kingdom who should have died in the massacre nine years ago, but who didn't know how to revive his soul.The authenticity of his identity is still indisputable, but there is nothing false about his awe-inspiring sass when he stands with his head held high in front of thousands of armies.

It is not without precedent that the chief generals of both sides will fight each other on behalf of the two armies.

However, this is also an extremely risky behavior. Once the main general is defeated, the army behind the main general will not even have a chance to fight fiercely, so they can only bow their heads and admit defeat.

Her actions are tantamount to carrying all the burdens of the army.

Si Yutong saw that the person opposite was silent, so she tightened the reins and raised her voice, "I will use Si's swordsmanship to fight, what does General Song think?"

Her mount was spinning in place, shaking her head occasionally, and her horse's hooves beat the ground hurriedly, as if she couldn't wait.

Song Xiang lowered his head slightly, pursed his lips, as if thinking about it.

Behind Song Xiang, the generals of the Yuchang Army were also whispering, they were all ordered to take over, and they were all curious about this young man who claimed to be the prince, and wanted to see his skills.

Si Yutong had already expected their reaction.

The reason why she made such a proposal was definitely not on a whim.This battle was started because of her, and both sides were under the banner of "protecting the prince". Even though Song Xiang won the compliment of King Chang and had evil intentions, the 5 horses he brought were genuine Yu State troops, loyal to Yu State. country royal family.

Therefore, they will definitely be afraid of her identity, as long as she proposes to go to the meeting alone, Song Xiang has absolutely no reason to refuse.

She was not in a hurry, but silently waited for Song Xiang's answer.

Bai Yunfeng was much more anxious than she was, with a shocked expression on his face, he came to her side, and said in a low voice: "Brother, Song Xiang is a reckless general with unfathomable martial arts, and you have an old illness , can’t take this risk.”

Si Yutong pointed to the Frost Snow Sword at his waist: "If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you catch a tiger cub."

Bai Yunfeng took a deep breath: "If you have to be a teacher, let me fight for you."

Si Yutong shook her head and said, "No, I have to do it myself to convince people."

"But……"

"Yunfeng, trust me this time."

She said it firmly, looking at each other with a pair of clear eyes, taking that familiar cheek together with the thousands of troops behind her into her eyes.

Bai Yunfeng also looked at him, his eyes were filled with worry and reluctance, but finally he closed them slowly and nodded: "I believe in you."

The extremely simple three words, uttered from his mouth, were like a sonorous melody, singing loudly all the way, overshadowing the sound of wind and water, shattering all the hesitation in her heart.

She raised the corners of her mouth, faced the rough wind, condensed the trembling rivers and mountains on her face, and condensed into a calm smile.

——Beloved, please continue to watch me, as long as you are behind me, I will not lose.

She turned her gaze back to the front. Opposite her, Song Xiang finally stepped out on the horse and greeted her alone: ​​"If I win, the Baifu will immediately turn around and withdraw its troops."

Si Yutong nodded and said, "If I win, my troops will be allowed to enter the capital."

She drew her sword out of its sheath.

In front of and behind her, countless eyes fell on her sword, and the cold blade was scorched hot by the sight from all directions.

Although the sword's edge is light, it is extremely sharp, and the silver light jumps on the white blade, as if all the brilliance between the world and the earth is pressed into the thin line, dazzling.

May the sky be free from frost and snow.

She wants to use this frost and snow sword to end the battle. She is a descendant of the gods, and the blood of the ancestor gods is buried deep in her body. She wants to protect her people. She wants tens of thousands of soldiers and horses here, regardless of the enemy Friends, there is no need to shed unnecessary blood and sacrifice young lives.

She straightened her slender shoulders under the armor, like a real man, even braver and more resolute.

The rise and fall of the world depends on one sword.

What Song Xiang used was an epee, and the sword struck him calmly and solemnly. He has experienced countless battlefields, so he has no fear at all.

The two steeds passed by, then turned around and galloped towards their opponents again.

The two swords are entangled, tit for tat again and again.

Si Yutong was almost standing on the stirrups, her figure was strong and vigorous, and her sword was like flowing water with icy edges, rushing towards the opponent.However, Song Xiang's defense was impeccable, defusing her offensives time and time again.

She bent down and leaned against the horse's back to avoid the opponent's horizontal cut, then leaned her body to the right, turned the blade half a circle, and pressed down at a strange angle.

This was an extremely risky move, half of her body was suspended in the air, almost slipping off the horse.However, her expression is calm, her gaze is focused, and her lightning speed is both a threat and a boost to her. What she aims at is not the opponent, but the opponent's mount—the dark steed is taller than hers, with long limbs It is both an advantage and a weakness.

When the two horses crossed their sides, she drew out her sword.

Song Xiang dodged, and the epee blocked her way like a mountain.

Her intentions had long been seen through by the other party. Although the epee was heavy, it was incredibly fast. Song Xiang pushed aside her attack and immediately pulled up the reins. The black horse neighed and raised its front hooves, and stomped on her chest mercilessly.

She hurriedly retreated, and just as she stabilized her figure, the epee bit her shoulder immediately.

If this sword strikes, half of her arm will be cut off.At the critical moment, she withdrew the Frost Snow Sword, raised it with both hands, and pressed it against the top of her head.

A crash shook the heavens and the earth, and the vibration from the two swords made her wrists almost numb, bloodshot from her nails, and her shoulders ached.

The wind is still loud.

At that moment, everything around her was almost still, she saw the soldiers of Bai Mansion, each of them held their breath, staring at her every move in a daze, she found Bai Yunfeng's eyes in the crowd, the black and passionate pupils looked closely Follow her for a moment.

She felt a heat in her heart.

——You must watch, watch me break down and rise up again, pull out the vitality from the dead end, watch my sword split the clouds and the moon, cut off the cage that imprisoned me, and re-illuminate this devastated river and mountain .

The rapid sound of horseshoes approaching from behind, she raised her sword, turned around, and turned to meet him.

Song Xiang sneered, and the sound of horns and cheers sounded behind him in unison, echoing in the mountains like rolling thunder.

He took full advantage and launched another onslaught.

Just as Si Yutong's heels were firmly established, she hurriedly handed out the rapier. The light of the sword flickered in Song Xiang's eyes, as if trembling when a candle was about to go out. Song Xiang felt amused. He really overestimated this opponent. The so-called princes are no different from those grass and lakes he once hunted and killed. They are like moths. No matter how fierce the momentum of the front and back is, they are easily torn apart by the flames, and they are going to be shattered one by one.

How can such a slender sword shake the rivers and mountains he laid down with blood and fire.

The horn was clanging, and the epee had been accumulating strength in his arm, and he had seen clearly all the weaknesses of the person facing him.The young and impulsive life is like the root of a moth's wing, crisp and easy to break, and the next cut is the moment for him to extinguish the firefly.

He slashed, and Shen Li's sword arc hit the only blind spot.

He cut nothing.

His eyes suddenly darkened, and the shadow that was supposed to be slaughtered was not in front of his eyes, but in the air.Si Yutong didn't know when she jumped up on the stirrup, as if she had completely abandoned the ground under her feet, and rushed towards him from the air.

Her figure is no longer a moth, but a goshawk, a long dragon, and the rapier in her hand is as swift as a rainbow, flowing like a waterfall, and splashing ink like a galaxy.Such a tiny sword can hold such ample power, as if the dots of light finally merged into a vast river.

Song Xiang raised his head with a stunned expression. He faintly saw a ring shadow behind Si Yutong. He couldn't make out the shape, but it was so dazzling that it almost made people cry.

Candles illuminate the primordial spirit.

Song Xiang was terrified, but in the flash, the sword edge in the prince's hand fell from the sky with the force of thunder, how could he resist the sky, the epee he handed out because of his audacity became his weakness instead.As long as there is another moment, his blood will splatter on the spot, the rapier will swallow his arm, and his future will be ruined forever.

He growled.

Si Yutong's sword retracted just before it kissed his arm, and then fell against his tiger's jaw, leaving a deep scratch on the black black iron hilt.

This is the sympathy she deliberately set aside, and now that the victory has been established, she will no longer be aggressive.

She fell back on the horse again, her steps were light, she grabbed the rein, and the horse neighed and fell obediently under her body.

Song Xiang finally couldn't hide his astonishment, and stared at her with a pair of blue eyes.

What kind of hard work and perseverance can accumulate such a bright brilliance.

Song Xiang faintly felt that the prince's figure seemed a little slender, but this slenderness itself was full of tenacity, like the surging river under his feet.The heavy sword cuts iron like mud, but cannot cut through the flowing water. This person is water, the frost and ice in the water. Holding the Frost Snow Sword in the palm of his hand, his thin silhouette is almost divine.

"General, I have won."

She spoke with unquestionable results.

However, Song Xiang raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Not yet."

As soon as the words fell, Si Yutong's feet exploded instantly, and sand and stones rose from the surroundings, covering her eyes in an instant.