Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1071 The Most Poisonous

No one knew about Dongfang Yi's worries, and everyone was waiting to see the result of this last match.

Almost all the eye-catching practitioners were in this game. The previous nine games almost ended in the disastrous defeat of the practitioners from the Six Nations. There was a clamor.

The remaining fifty practitioners became the last hope.

Under the eyes of all eyes, the fifty practitioners immediately endured tremendous pressure, and several young calves started to fight.

"Practitioners prepare for the tenth match!"

With the examiner's announcement, the last 50 people walked to the stables. At this time, almost all the horses left in the stables were strong horses from the northern camp. They had seen too many tragedies before, and the closer they were to the practitioners, the paler their faces were. , if it wasn't for the fact that there were Xirong cultivators in the crowd, some people even wanted to back off.

After being forcibly tamed by the Xirong people, the entire horse herd became extremely irritable, kicking and injuring several practitioners in the next few games.

With a click, the stables opened, and many practitioners from the Six Nations instinctively took a step back.

There were a few laughs in the air.

When Ji Jiashu and the others looked at it, they were laughing at the Xirong practitioners who surrounded Helianyan.

People in the six countries were all furious.

Even if they don't understand Xirong language, it's not difficult to hear that Xirong people are laughing at their timidity.

Just when the people of the Six Kingdoms were angry, a dozen Xirong people led by He Lianyan walked into the stables proudly, their eyes showed fierceness, just like the Xirong people tamed the fierce horses before, and howled to the horses in the northern camp. pounce.

Flying sand and rocks, flesh and blood flying everywhere, watching the Xirong people use brute force to press the horse to the ground desperately, the anger in the eyes of practitioners from the six countries around them froze, and there was only deep fear in their eyes.

The bravery of the Xirong people is not inferior to these fierce horses, and they are equally terrifying to look at!

"If you haven't even compared, the morale will be lost."

Watching this scene, under the shed watching the battle in the distance, Zhao Guang sighed.

Chen Zichu, Jiang Yuanyuan and the others beside him who had already competed looked stern.

Most of the Xirong people's horse training has been carried out, and many people watching the battle in the periphery are already disappointed. At this time, amidst the ridicule of the Xirong people, a young man's chuckle suddenly sounded.

Ying Baoyue looked at the smiling young man beside him, and Ji Jiashu pushed away the practitioners from the Six Kingdoms who didn't dare to get close, walked up to a fierce horse, and threw a sudden blow, overturning the horse!
He shot too fast, and the people around him gasped.

It was the first time for everyone to see Ji Jiashu resorting to such a violent method.

Ying Baoyue could see clearly that although Ji Jiashu's attack was thunderous, it did not hurt the horse's bones and head, protecting its dignity.

When the war horse knocked to the ground by him was about to struggle to get up, Ji Jiashu stepped on him, the horse stood up, and he had successfully mounted the horse.

"Mr. Chunhua!"

"Well done, Mr. Chunhua!"

There was a burst of cheers from all around, and a smile appeared on the corner of Ying Baoyue's mouth.

Practitioners from the other six countries imitated Ji Jiashu's movements and began to try to train horses. Although they were overturned by war horses in most cases, their morale had returned.

There were hoofbeats and screams on the racetrack, but no one paid attention to Ying Baoyue who was under Gao Dazhan's horse.

Ignoring the noise around her, she went straight to the depths of the stable.

Everyone was fighting with the horses they had chosen, and the surrounding people were cheering for the hard-working men from the six countries.

Seeing the direction Ying Baoyue was heading towards, many Xirong people who had already mounted their horses showed astonishment in their eyes. They looked at her all the way, their eyes moved with Ying Baoyue, and there was an indescribable expression in their eyes that were different in color from those of the Central Plains people. stunned.

Only then did everyone notice that there was another horse behind the haughty group of horses.

That horse was not as strong as the other war horses, but rather lean, with a lot of scars on its body, it looked even old, but the fur outside the scars was black and shiny.

The old horse seemed to have no interest in the practitioner who trained the horse, and just gnawed at the turf on the ground with relish.

It was such a skinny horse that seemed to be indifferent to the world. It raised its hooves, but some young and active horses around were quiet.

Ji Jiashu, who was riding on a horse, also looked over. He was a little surprised when he saw the horse. The horses on which the Xirong people were riding were all agitated.

Ji Jiashu heard that the Xirong people were saying "horse king".

Ji Jiashu was slightly taken aback.

Horse King?

At this moment, the old horse that was gnawing on the turf raised its head. One moment it was an old horse, but the next moment it turned into a black lightning bolt on the racetrack!

The old horse was like a black whirlwind, passing through most of the racecourse, and rushed towards Ying Baoyue like a lightning bolt!
That was a real whirlwind, and no one had ever seen a war horse run so fast when thousands of horses were galloping before!

No matter how rebellious the horse is, it will make way for it. Everything in the world will be crushed by its iron hoof. The storm is too terrifying. Looking at Ying Baoyue standing motionless in front of it, everyone has no doubt that she will be buried in the Under the horse's hooves, the surrounding people screamed.

Zhao Guang and the others were also taken aback, but Murong Feilan, who climbed on the horse, watched this scene quietly.

Seeing the old horse rushing towards him, the girl opened her arms from a distance.

Murong Feilan's vision was a little dazed, as if he saw those iron horses on the glaciers that he hadn't dreamed for a long time, and on the blood-stained snow field, that girl led thousands of horses and came triumphantly by crushing the ice.

The black horse beneath her, with its shiny fur, was in its prime.

Murong Feilan's eyes were a little hot, and the practitioners around saw the black horse rushing faster and faster, and was about to trample Ying Baoyue under its hooves, and they all shouted in horror.

But amidst these voices, Ji Jiashu was as quiet as Murong Feilan, he quietly watched the girl who greeted the black horse, with only surprise and emotion in his eyes.

At this moment, the old horse rushed to Ying Baoyue's side and raised its front hooves abruptly.

"Bah!"

There was a loud horse cry on the racecourse, and seeing the black horse covering the girl's figure, many people could not bear to close their eyes, but the blood and flesh that was expected in the next moment did not appear.

The practitioners stared wide-eyed as they watched the tall black horse raise its front hooves and slam onto Ying Baoyue's shoulders. It raised its long neck and buried it in the socket of her neck.

The black horse drove all the way and rushed straight into her arms.

There was a moment of silence beside the racecourse. It was still dark, but everyone was doubting their eyes.

What did they see?
"Saint, saint?" Xu Bingqing, who was being helped onto the horse by the disciples of the Beihan Pavilion, paused and almost fell off the horse. The disciples around saw Xu Bingqing's expression on his face changed from the joy before to frost, and they didn't dare say.

Some were disappointed, some were shocked, and everyone looked surprised, but among the Xirong people, Helianyan watched this scene quietly, with a faint light shining in his green pupils.

Ying Baoyue didn't give everyone time to react, she patted the dark horse's head.

"Why are you here? The people who played today are all military horses."

But it is no longer a military horse.

"What?" Ying Baoyue looked at her former comrade-in-arms with a smile.

"Do you want to go back to work?"

(End of this chapter)