Rebirth of the National Male God

As a result, Si Huang's mount was set to be Saier, and Le Xian also went to bring out a white horse that he used frequently.

Le Xian was wearing a net helmet. At a glance, she saw that Si Huang had already turned on her horse, and her movements were skillful and smooth. Sitting on the back of a high horse, she had a light on her back, long hair and ears, and flawless facial features. At first glance, it is not surprising to mistake it for an elves in ancient western fairy tales, elegant, natural, powerful and arrogant.

Le Xian tightened his hand holding the net helmet, and also got on his horse, sneered at Si Huang: "Don't wear a helmet, don't you worry about eating your face shattered?"

Si Huang's response was to pull out the thin silver sword, pick a beautiful sword flower, and raise his eyebrows to look at him.

Le Xian threw the net helmet to the ground forcefully, "Okay! If you want to play big, play big! I'll accompany you!"

The two were at opposite ends of the racecourse. The gun that started was handed over to Zhuang Jin. He raised it and pulled the trigger. With a bang, the two of them on the racecourse moved.

"Second Master Dou," Zhuang Jin said slowly in a gentle tone without taking his eyes off the two on the field, "It's better if I didn't know you before. Xiaoxian has already been trained by me, and she is more likable than a novice. If you like it, why don't we change it?"

Dou Wenqing: "I'm not good at this."

"Oh. Yes, it's no wonder you don't look down on Xiaoxian if you have Sihuang." Zhuang Jin squinted and smiled, the melancholy mixed with mature and vicissitudes of temperament has a charming charm, "But with Dou Ershao's character, I want to tame this The beautiful beast has no patience, and it would be a pity to accidentally destroy him at that time, why don't you give it to me first." He is like a paranoid artist who indulges in self-art, "I will definitely be able to Make him more beautiful and moving, and become an existence that makes the world madly infatuated."

Chai Liang, who was standing beside him, remained motionless, and the arm inside the long sleeve had goosebumps.

Dou Wenqing didn't react at all, and said coldly, "The work you are holding now is about to be destroyed."

On the racecourse, Le Xian has fallen behind, anyone with long eyes can see it.

Zhuang Jin also saw that the person who had said that he wanted to protect him before, but now he saw the movement of the other party who almost fell off his horse several times, but instead smiled, his eyes locked on another figure, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.

Snapped--

The two thin swords collided, and Le Xian's sword was taken away.

Originally, according to the rules, if the sword is out of hand, it is equivalent to losing. However, Le Xian raised his foot fiercely and kicked Sail's horse.

[Bounce up and kick him back! 】 Wubao is in charge of commanding Purcell.

Sell ​​let out a long cry, and raised his two front hooves high, avoiding Le Xian's sneak attack. Si Huang had already adjusted his body posture in preparation. When Searle's two front hooves slammed into the white horse, Si Huang easily stabilized his body and stabbed Le Xian with his sword. The heroic appearance at that moment was enough to amaze everyone who saw it. One person and one horse cooperated so well. If they hadn't understood that Sihuang and Saier were in contact for the first time, they would have suspected that this was the tacit understanding of the moves they had trained together for many years.

Chai Liang looked at Dou Wenqing strangely, and found that there was a rare slight change in expression on his second young master's face.

At this time, Le Xian was already frightened. Even if he dodged in time, his shirt was pierced. The tingling sensation made him realize that he was stabbed.

He fell off the horse, his back hit the ground and screamed in pain. At the same time, he roared angrily: "Sihuang, your mother B..." The words stopped abruptly, and he stared at a shoe sole covering his eyes. .

"Well--"

Si Huang raised his foot, and Le Xian's beautiful face on the ground was covered with mud, and his nose was bleeding. His face was flushed with anger, and he suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Si Huang, "You dare...you dare..." His voice trembled with anger.

Si Huang looked at his appearance.

Not far away, Zhuang Jin and Dou Wenqing, who were spectators, came to this side. They both thought that the outcome had been decided and the battle between the two was over. Even Le Xian himself felt this way, and he would definitely relax his vigilance temporarily if he recognized Si Huang. He secretly grabbed a handful of soil on the ground, his eyes drifted to Zhuang Jin who was approaching here, and he seized the opportunity to smash the soil in his hand at Si Huang.

As a result, his hand just lifted a few centimeters when suddenly he was stepped on by Si Huang's shoes.

"Ah! Brother Jin!" Le Xian exclaimed bitterly.

Zhuang Jin, who was not far away, had just shouted, "Si..." There was no follow-up after one word. He was shocked by Si Huang's next actions, and his heart shuddered.

I saw Si Huang stepping on Le Xian's hand with one foot, and holding the fine silver sword in the other hand from top to bottom, stabbing down quickly and decisively.

"Ah ah ah ah!" There was only Le Xian's heart-wrenching screams left in this racecourse, his throat was pierced with burning pain, and he was so dry that he could no longer say anything, only as if Opening his mouth like a fish out of water, he kept breathing in the air and gasping for air.

He was covered in sweat, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyeballs almost burst out of his sockets.

"Pfft." A low laughter sounded above his head.

Le Xian rolled his eyes dull and stiff and saw Si Huang's smiling face. His heart was still beating violently against his chest. Compared with the anger at the beginning, he could be described as 'frightened' now. He used to scold Si Huang angrily before, but now he can't say a word with his mouth trembling.

"Xiao Xian, are you okay?" Zhuang Jin's concerned shout came.

This voice pulled back Le Xian's sanity, his almost instinctive eyes filled with moisture, and he blurted out to call 'Brother Jin'. A shadow covered his head, and his fascinated voice sounded almost like a devil's murmur, "It seems that you have been trained almost by him."

Anger and shame flashed across Le Xian's face, "What right do you have to say me, you're not hugging a man's thigh!" The voice was so small that only Si Huang could hear it. One was shame, and the other was fear of Si Huang.

Si Huang chuckled lightly, and the shadow cast by the upper half of his body shrouded him, "How can you still look like a man now?" The half-squinted eyes are cold ridicule, which means unknown danger, but it renders the charm of the soul. , made Le Xian's heart beat violently a few times, the mixture of fear and surprise, as well as the unwillingness of being ashamed, made his face gradually distorted.