After such a long distance, Da Ya also recognized the man at a glance. To be precise, he recognized the horse.

Horses with silver-gray fur are not common.

After patting the fiery red mount under him, Da Ya smiled meaningfully.

"The wildfire, that's your former companion."

The horse neighed and sniffed, not knowing what it was to express.

The time for a stick of incense came, and Da Ya turned her head and gave a wink to her guard. The guard nodded and drove his horse out.

Wherever he passed, the soldiers consciously made a way for him.

When they arrived at the scene, the guards met Zhang Sanhua. Zhang Sanhua was slightly stunned, and then realized who the person in front of him was.

She had seen the guard guy beside Da Ya when she was locked up in the Xihuang Camp a few years ago. Compared to before, he opened his eyes a little more calm, and his eyes looked at him a little complicated.

He is an acquaintance, and Zhang Sanhua is not sure if he should say hello.

Before Zhang Sanhua made up her mind, the guard spoke first.

"How did Chief Zhang want to compete, fight horses or fight on the ground?"

Seeing that the other party had not reminiscent of the past with her, Zhang Sanhua stopped thinking. She looked at Changshuo in the guard's hand and understood that this was probably a good horse fighter.

"Fight on the ground."

If it were normal times, Zhang Sanhua would definitely choose a horse battle. The competition would naturally be interesting to defeat him on the opponent's strengths. However, it is only because of the life of the comrade behind her. She is in a bad state now, so it is better to be safer.

The guard didn't say anything, so he simply got off the horse and pulled out two long knives from beside the saddle. These two long knives were as long as the Western Wilderness standard knife, but much narrower.

Zhang Sanhua has never met his opponent who uses the double swords.

After getting off the horse, Zhang Sanhua also pulled out his big knife.

The two faced each other, Zhang Sanhua's character was shorter, but the knife was wider, and it looked like there was a faint harmony.

No one acted as the commander, and when the two stood regularly, the competition had actually begun. They stood quietly and observed each other, and suddenly kicked the sand under their feet and rushed out.

The advantage of the double sword is that it is more flexible and can cover and cooperate with each other, and the disadvantage is that it cannot compare to the single sword in terms of force. But the two men were shocked as soon as they came into contact with Zhang Sanhua.

What a lot of strength.

Although he is strong, he still cannot compare to himself. But it is very unfavorable to continue fighting.

Therefore, Zhang Sanhua made up her mind to fight and decide quickly.

Thinking of this, it is very difficult to actually operate. Although I am not in good condition and cannot exert my best strength, I will definitely be as firm as this guard. But it is a bit too bad to beat him down every time I see him, but it is just a little bit short.

This bad thing makes Zhang Sanhua very uncomfortable.

If she still can't take him down, she can only kill him.

Zhang Sanhua was not ready to kill in these three competitions because she dared not irritate Da Ya. But now her mercy on her hands was fatal, and Zhang Sanhua was also a little angry.

The two of them walked back and forth a few more times. Xihuang was applauding, and Donghua said silently. Zhang Sanhua's murderous aura filled his eyes. The guards' eyes were shocked at the same time. They were slowing down, and they saw that Zhang Sanhua's knife was about to fall on his neck.

"puff--"

The guard took several steps back before he stood firm. He rubbed his neck with the back of his hand, took it in front of him and saw blood in one hand.

Just now, he thought he was going to die. But for some reason, Zhang Sanhua was a little slower, so he could seize the opportunity and use the knife to take it halfway, and then use the force to retreat.

Looking at Zhang Sanhua, Zhang Sanhua did not look at him, but looked in another direction.

Zhang Sanhua is watching Da Ya.

When her murderous intent rose to the highest point, her heart suddenly felt like she was pinched hard, and there was a dizziness caused by suffocation, like a fish thrown on the shore and exposed to the sun, weak and powerless struggle.

Zhang Sanhua tried her best to prevent her hand holding the knife from shaking, but she could not make her face look less pale.

The guards discovered this and felt that they could take advantage of the victory.

"Sir Zhang really has two tricks. This time I will fight you!"

Another man came out on a horse. He had a big beard on his face and couldn't see his appearance. He glanced at the guard with a little contempt. The guard hesitated for a moment, with the weapons, and agreed to the fact that he was defeated.

After winning the first game, the soldiers behind Zhang Sanhua were both excited and worried. A few of them thought they were good at martial arts and wanted to ask Zhang Sanhua for a fight. Zhang Sanhua turned around and glared at them fiercely, and they felt obedient and stopped talking.

"My name is Huazhi, the leader of the Huamen in Afucheng. My sons under me have been taken care of by you, Chief Zhang, before. Why? How about it?"

Zhang Sanhua had already calmed down. When she heard that the man's surname was Hua, she didn't know what she thought of, and was stunned again, then she looked at Hua Zhi again and nodded.

"President Zhang just competed for one game, and he will definitely be tired. I won't take advantage of you. I will wait for you for another stick of incense."

It is naturally good to have time to rest. Zhang Sanhua wanted to sit on the ground immediately, but she could not lose her majesty in public. She looked around and got on the horse again.

At least you can rest your legs.

The guard walked beside Cha Ya with shame on his face. Cha Ya glanced at him, not caring very much, and told him to go to the military doctor to bandage it first.

It doesn't matter if you lose one game, there are two more games.

Even if he lost all three games, it doesn't matter, he is not in a hurry.

For the sake of her reminding him that he didn't want her life and just waste her.

A stick of incense is fleeting. This time, it will be a horse fight again.

The key to winning and losing a horse battle is to borrow horsepower. The quality of the neighing wind is better than the opponent's horse, and it cooperates with Zhang Sanhua. Although Zhang Sanhua has spent a lot of effort before, it should not be difficult to win.

But that awkward feeling appeared again. This time, not only Zhang Sanhua, but also felt something when he was neighing. No matter how smart his neighing was, he was still a horse. He couldn't figure out why, but gradually he began to feel a little impatient.

Aware of the uneasiness of the neighing wind, Zhang Sanhua controlled the horse to retreat for a distance, pulled the corner of her mouth, patted his neck to comfort her. He shook his head, and looked at the horse opposite him and felt very angry, and screamed twice.

Why can't Shenjun, as powerful as Benma, get rid of the weak chicken on the opposite side? Well, it must be the person on his back.

Seeing that the wind was still restless, Zhang Sanhua slapped hard again. The wind was sniffing loudly, and he became honest.

The weight of the heart is becoming more and more obvious, and Zhang Sanhua's chest is so tight that she feels that no matter how much she breathes in, she can't breathe much into her lungs.

When a person is suffocating, his eyes will protrude, his face will turn purple, and he can't think at all. However, after Zhang Sanhua's heavy pressure on his heart reached a certain level, he suddenly made a "boom" in his mind, as if his soul was floating out of his body.

The world in front of me was revealed, everyone's movements became slow, but the pain in the heart was magnified several times.

In such pain, Zhang Sanhua rushed towards the Huazhi with a spiritual intuition, feinted the attack, hid the horse's belly, and sent the knife to the point of the knife.

The two horses separated, Zhang Sanhua sat back on the horse's back, and Hua Zhu was picked and fell off the horse.

Win again.

Donghua's soldiers couldn't help but shouted, and they hugged each other and patted each other's back hard.

Zhang Sanhua's face turned paler, and she was a little transparent.

Da Ya realized that something was wrong, but she felt it was not a big problem. Now everyone was waiting for his order.

Although they lost the battle in front of the formation, he could not admit it at all. As long as these Donghua people die, who knows what he has promised.

After feeling something, Zhang Sanhua looked at Da Ya again. Then, she took off the bow hanging on the horse and led the arrow.

This murderous aura made Da Yan obviously feel a little cold on her forehead.

If he regrets, the arrow in Zhang Sanhua's hand will be shot out immediately. Her army will be destroyed, and he may die, and may only be slightly injured.

Feeling the chill on his forehead again, Da Ya licked her lips and raised her hand.
Chapter completed!