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With the fall of the two partial generals, the situation in Shucheng became precarious.

The iron chain in the gluttonous hand is already soaked in blood, every time it is thrown out, it is like a burst of blood rain, the soldiers above Shu City continue to fall, it is already a red eye, everywhere he goes, whether it is a barbarian or a soldier of Shu City, there is no slightest hesitation, and the iron chain is directly swept across a piece.

Han Qi never thought that Cai Weijun's blow before death was so domineering, hurting himself, his blood continued to ooze from the shoulder blades, staining his black robe red, but he was unmoved, the double knives in his hands flew up and down, the cold light flickered, and he kept harvesting life.

The escape of the two protectors of the barbarians made the soldiers of Shucheng keep falling, and the barbarians began to rush to the city head one after another, fighting with the warriors of Shucheng on the city wall.

Zhang Peng was holding a spear in his hand, but he didn't have the courage to shoot at the barbarians, looking at the sword that was like a killing god kept approaching, the original confidence in Zhang Peng's heart was gradually lost.

"Ahh

Zhang Peng let out a loud shout, and the spear in his hand stabbed at a barbarian who had killed him.

His arms trembled, his throat roared like a beast, and at the moment when he was about to break down, he stabbed a shot through the barbarian's head.

Blood splattered on Zhang Peng's face.

It's hot and salty in the mouth.

Zhang Peng's eyes shone with light, and the kill just now gave him a trace of courage.

After the spear moved again, picking and killing five or six barbarians in a row, Zhang Peng's expression began to become crazy.

The killing just now completely expelled the trembling in Zhang Peng's heart, and on the city wall, the roars of the Shucheng soldiers who kept falling constantly stimulated his nerves.

People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless.

Zhang Peng has been in Shucheng for more than two years, and his life in the military camp is boring, but it is also happy, there is no intrigue, and there is no deceit, and it is very easy to deal with the non-commissioned officers in these armies.

Looking at the Shucheng soldiers who fell one after another, Zhang Peng's eyes turned red, and his body moved, Zhang Peng rushed forward like a cheetah, and the spear in his hand stabbed at the Han Zhu like a killing god with a force that was not as strong as the eyes and ears of the wind and thunder.

Han Qi's killing intent was in full swing, and when he saw the spear stabbing at him, the double knives in his hand were a little forward, and he was on top of the spear, and his body jumped backwards for a large distance.

"Another one looking for death. ”

Han Qi stuck out his tongue and slowly licked the blood on the knife, and the bloodthirsty light in his eyes was even worse.

"I'm going to kill you. ”

The killing thought was born in Zhang Peng's heart, and he became extremely firm, holding the spear tightly with both hands, and there was no fear in his eyes.

Han Qi beckoned to Zhang Peng, with a cruel smile on his face.

"Kill!"

Zhang Peng roared.

The spear slammed and stabbed straight forward, and at the same time, the internal force in the body swept out and poured into the spear.

The tip of the gun rotates.

Zhang Peng's internal force was like the rising tide of the sea, pouring into the body of the spear one by one, and the layers of internal forces were superimposed, causing a sharp roar to erupt on the spear.

Stacked Thunder!

Six superimpositions are already Zhang Peng's limit.

Han Qi's double knives met the spear, the two knives crossed, and countless sparks were rubbed on the spear, and the smile in his expression was even worse, Han Qi's body rushed forward, and the scimitar in his right hand slashed towards Zhang Peng.

Zhang Peng's expression changed, and the spear in his hand suddenly swung and hit Han Zhu's waist hard, the spear suddenly bent, and the tip of the spear was like a leather whip, slamming it on Han Zhu's back.

Han Qi's body suddenly flew up and jumped onto the city wall, with a strong killing intent in his eyes.

"Good boy has some skills. ”

Han Qi looked at Zhang Peng, and the double knives in his hands kept rubbing.

Zhang Peng's expression was solemn, and he had no fear in his heart, holding the spear tightly, seeking the best opportunity to attack.

Han Qi walked slowly on the city wall, he was also looking for the best opportunity, he had already made up his mind in his heart, he was going to kill Zhang Peng in the most cruel way, to give a warning to all those who tried to attack him.

Both were at a stalemate with each other.

The screams beside him continued to enter his ears, and a trace of emotion appeared in Zhang Peng's expression.

Han Qi's body suddenly pounced like lightning, and above the double blades, a cold light suddenly flashed out.

Zhang Peng's arms moved, and the spear swept abruptly, and the aftermath of the stacked thunder was still there, and it broke out.

Bite!

The spear and the twin knives collided together, and the two passed by.

Han's scimitar slashed at Zhang Peng's back, and a deep wound suddenly appeared.

Zhang Peng couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and a smile appeared on his face.

I often listen to his second-class member of the empire Lao Tzu chattering about books to use the time to hate less, he is not good at reading, he rolls his eyes every time, covers his ears, and hates it very nagging, now he thinks this sentence is also a little so meaningful, but not reading but practicing martial arts.

Zhang Peng's heart was a little regretful, why didn't he practice his marksmanship at the beginning, the ancestral marksmanship was thrown aside after practicing seven, seven, eighty, eight, and eight, and he felt that the world was invincible, and the most fierce stacked thunder was only practiced to sixty percent of the heat, and it was the limit that it could be stacked to six layers.

If there is a regret medicine in the world, Zhang Peng is really willing to buy it and try it.

But that's no longer possible.

Han Qi stared at Zhang Peng, and his tongue licked the blood of the knife again.

Zhang Peng smiled and shook his head, his face showed a hint of fierceness, the spear shook, and suddenly stabbed out, at the same time, Zhang Peng swept out all the internal force in his body, and forcibly gathered on the barrel of the gun.

Han's twin knives slammed into the spear.

The compressed internal force suddenly burst out, and the spear was like lightning, moving forward a foot away.

The tip of the spear pierced into the black robe.

Han Qi's expression couldn't help but change, his body turned, and his two knives went down the spear and swung towards Zhang Peng's throat.

It was impossible for Zhang Peng to resist.

Zhang Peng has always been afraid of death, but at this moment, when death really came, he was relieved.

If others die, why can't he Zhang Peng die.

Waiting is painful, especially when waiting for death to come.

A few breaths of time have passed, and the death that Zhang Peng was waiting for has not yet come.

Zhang Peng opened his eyes.

A figure stood in front of him.

Duguchen,

One person and one sword, blocking in front of Zhang Peng, Dugu Chen's face showed a smile, "I really didn't expect that you kid will not only have a beastly nature towards women, but also a little blood." ”

Zhang Peng couldn't help grinning, and raised the spear in his hand to kill the barbarians at the head of the city.

It feels so good to be alive.