"Big brother, Zhu Rongshang is stationed at the South Gate, should we go and meet her and break through from the West Gate together?" Meng You followed closely, still remembering his future sister-in-law. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Meng Shu remembered Zhu Rong's beautiful face, and then imagined the fear of being cut off by the potter's neck, and couldn't help but feel a chill on his back.

"You go to the south gate quickly, and recruit Rong'er to come to the west gate to meet and break through." Meng Huo shouted.

Meng You had no choice but to ride his horse towards the south gate.

Taking advantage of the Wei army's all-out attack on the East Gate, Meng Shu led more than 3,000 elite barbarian soldiers to frantically flee to the West Gate, wanting to kill from the west and go to meet Liu Zhang.

Just when Meng Shu fled to the West Gate, all his hopes collapsed in an instant, and his face froze into a moment of astonishment and panic.

In his stunned eyes, he saw that on the head of the West Gate City, more than a thousand torches had been raised high, illuminating the entire city wall, and above the city head, countless Wei army kings were already flying high.

The Wei army has broken through the west gate, and in the open city gate, thousands of Wei soldiers are frantically pouring into the city like a torrent that bursts the embankment.

In the light of the day-like fire, the potter, dressed in armor and carrying a war sword, swept into the west gate like an ordinary god.

The king of Great Wei has been killed!

The potter had long expected that Meng Shu would break through from the west gate when he saw that the situation was not good, so he ordered Wu Zixu to preside over the offensive at the east gate, and he led the superior iron cavalry to go straight to the west gate to attack.

Sure enough, as he expected, he captured the West Gate, broke into the city, and bumped into Meng Shu who was fleeing.

The potter reined in the horse and crossed the knife, the eagle shot Meng Huo proudly, and shouted in a command-like tone: "Meng Huo, you have no way out, dismount and surrender, this king will give you a good time, otherwise, this king will make your life worse than death!" ”

The thunderous roar of heaven and earth echoed between heaven and earth, shocking Meng Shu and shocking those remnants of the barbarians, and their hearts and galls were broken.

Meng Shu froze in place, looking at the frenzied Wei army, looking at the mighty potter, he knew that he was finished.

The 50,000 barbarian troops were close to death and wounded, and all the barbarian generals were killed, and by this time, he had been forced into a desperate situation.

What ambition to dominate Nanzhong, what to seize the macro cover of Yizhou, all became a bubble in the water, and they were disillusioned and shattered.

"Potter, potter, you dog thing, I'm Meng Huo, the first hero in Nanzhong, how can I die in your hands, I don't accept it, I don't accept it-"

Meng Huo's eyes widened sharply, and suddenly he screamed with great grief and indignation, slapped the war horse under his crotch, and rushed towards the potter.

He is going to make the last dying struggle, and he wants to fight his determination to die and rush out of a bloody road.

Behind him, the thousands of barbarian soldiers, also knowing that there was no way back, let out a roar like a trapped beast one by one, and rushed up after him.

"Kill all the brute enemies, and leave no one behind." The potter's expression was as cold as iron, and he ordered sharply.

Tens of thousands of Great Wei soldiers on the left and right rushed up, full of anger, and swept towards the dying barbarians.

In an instant, the tide of the Wei army easily swallowed and submerged the barbarian army like ants.

Blood splattered, broken corpses were flying, howls were incessant, and hundreds of barbarian soldiers were put to the ground and trampled under the feet of the Great Wei soldiers.

"I must rush out, as long as I rush out and escape back to Nanzhong, I can make a comeback, in order to seek revenge on the pottery thief, I must not die here-"

Meng Huo rushed all the way, holding the remaining belief in survival, and desperately rushed towards the city gate.

With 88 points of force and determination to die, he rushed out of a bloody road, and saw that he was getting farther and farther away from the city gate.

Above the city gate, the king flag of the word "Wei" flies proudly in the wind, standing unshakable.

Outside the city, thousands of Wei soldiers were still pouring into the city, joining the ranks of slaughtering barbarians, blocking the road for Meng to rush forward, blocking it more and more densely, and it became more and more difficult to advance.

Under the city gate, the potter immediately slashed his sword, and a sarcastic sneer flashed in his eagle eyes, admiring Meng Shu's dying struggle.

At this point, how could the potters let Meng Huo escape again and become a hidden danger for the Great Wei in Shu.

No way!

Ahead, Meng Shu rushed more and more difficult, and every step forward was extremely difficult, and gradually, his mind became desperate again.

"Meng Shu, do you still have to do a dying struggle, that will only make you die worse, it seems that you want to taste the taste of being cut by a thousand knives." Just as Meng was fighting hard, the sarcastic voice of the potter sounded in his ears again.

That breath was as if Meng Shu existed like a lackey ant in his eyes, and killed him like a pig and a dog.

"Potter dog thief, even if I, Meng Shu, die, I will drag you to be buried, ahhhh

Under the fierce stabbing, Meng Shu burst out with amazing combat effectiveness, and he actually broke through the encirclement for him, and he was about to rush to the potter.

"You are a thief, are you worthy of fighting this king, hum......"

The potter disdained to make a move in person, glanced at Hua Xiong beside him, and shouted: "Hua Xiong, today is an opportunity to become famous in the world, give this king to take Meng Shu, and let the people of the world tremble for Hua Xiong's name again!" ”

Huaxiong, who is eager to prove himself, is waiting for the words of the potter!

Without a trace of superfluous rhetoric, Hua Xiong let out a low roar, like a cannonball out of the chamber, shooting wildly, shooting at Meng Shu.

The soldiers of the Wei army on the left and right saw that the generals of their own army were dispatched, and they were afraid that they would be affected, so they consciously moved out of the way and made way to kill.

On the blood road, Hua Xiong picked up a wild dust and blood mist, like a killing god, and bombarded Meng Huo.

Meng Huoyuan thought that he could anger the potter, and if he fought with him personally, he would have the opportunity to kill the potter himself, even if it was worth dying.

Little did he know that the potter would not bother to fight him at all, and would send a nameless man pretending to be a dead man to meet him.

At this point, the potter is still humiliating him!

"In the world, only the pottery thief is worthy of fighting with Lao Tzu, the dog surnamed Hua, get out of the way of Lao Tzu!"

The humiliated Meng Shu, with a beast roar, slashed out with the war knife in his hand, carrying his anger, setting off a storm of blood and slamming towards the oncoming Hua Xiong.

The two horses collided in an instant, and in a fraction of a minute, Hua Xiong drank like thunder, and the war knife in his hand was swung out like a grinding plate.

Syllable!

A metal roar that pierced the eardrums, and the flying flames almost overshadowed the light of the torches, and even burned Meng Shu's face with a scorch mark.

The moment the sword struck, Meng Shu suddenly felt that the force as strong as the Tianhe River bursting the embankment, surging along his blade, poured into his arm, and poured into his body, mercilessly impacting his internal organs, stirring his blood and qi tumbling, almost having an urge to vomit blood.

Even, Meng Shu felt that his hands holding the knife were shocked to the point of extreme numbness, and the tiger's mouth was almost cracked.

On the other hand, Hua Xiong's body was as immobile as an iron tower, and his breath did not fluctuate at all.

Huaxiong's force value of more than 90 years, the existence of the world's top existence, obviously overwhelmed Meng to a realm, a knife confrontation, strong and weak.

"This surnamed Hua, the martial arts are so strong, I am actually a ......" Meng Shu, who passed by by mistake, not to mention the physical pain, was even more shocked in his heart.

Obviously, he didn't expect that this unknown man named Hua Xiong, who pretended to be Dong Zhuo's dead general, would be so powerful as to be so powerful.

is not only stronger than him, even if it is Zhu Rong, the first martial artist in Nanzhong, he is not Huaxiong's opponent.

At this moment, Meng Shu really realized that he was really a frog at the bottom of the well, and he actually underestimated the strength of the potter, the lord of the Central Plains.

Under the command of the lord of the Central Plains, he was actually a masterpiece, and he casually pulled out a young general, all of whom were above him.

At this time, Meng Shu quietly swelled up with endless regret in his heart, regretting that he should not be fooled by Liu Zhang, and came to oppose the potter, and regretted that he was too arrogant and despised the potter.

And now, he has to pay the heaviest price for despising the potter!

Just when Meng Shu was remorseful in his heart and was distracted for a while, Hua Xiong didn't give him a chance to breathe, and the war knife in his hand swept out wildly, with layers of wave-like knife momentum, one knife stronger than the other, and it bombarded Meng Huo in all directions.

With one move, Hua Xiong had already judged that Meng was inferior to himself in martial arts, so he couldn't wait to win this barbarian meritorious service, and the second move left no room for half a penny, and he used ten percent of his force to bombard.

Under Hua Xiong's lightning and thunderous knife attack, within ten moves, Meng Shu was suppressed to the point of being in a hurry, almost out of breath.

This king of the Southern Barbarians, in the face of Hua Xiong's attack, fell into the upper hand, and his momentum was completely lost, where was there still a bit of the power of the barbarian king.

Forty moves passed, Hua Xiong suddenly shouted, and the mighty knife blasted out.

Throat!

In the earth-shattering roar, Meng Shu's body shook violently, the green tendons on his arms were broken, and he couldn't hold the battle knife, so he was directly shocked and flew out.

"My knife was ......"

When Meng Shu was stunned in his heart, Hua Xiong's second knife had already hit with his backhand, and the handle of the knife hit Meng Shu's shoulder fiercely.

Hearing only the sound of "clicking" bones breaking, Meng Shu spurted blood wildly in his mouth, screamed and rose from the horse, and slammed a.

Meng Shu, who landed on the ground, broke a few bones, trembling and trying to get up, but before he could support it, Hua Xiong stabbed Meng Shu on the back again, almost knocking him unconscious, and lying on the ground with blood spraying.

Hua Xiong looked at the potter and asked the potter how to deal with Meng Shu.

And Meng Shu, who was lying on the ground, could no longer hold the dignity of the so-called king of the Southern Barbarians, and shouted in a trembling voice: "King Wei spares his life, he is willing to surrender to the king, please spare his life......

The potter stood still, looking at Meng Huo's praying for virtue, and sneered: "What you say, this king can't hear it." ”

Meng Shu had no choice but to reluctantly support himself, using his hands and feet together, with a face full of shame, crawling towards the potter, and howling tremblingly: "The king spares his life!" ”

The potter admired Meng Shu's virtue of wagging his tail and begging for mercy, and looked at the king of the Southern Barbarians, lying in front of him like a dog begging for mercy, and a strong sense of accomplishment arose, and his heart was indescribably happy.

However, it was not enough to calm the anger in his heart.

Just as Meng Shu had just crawled closer, the potter's eagle eyes froze, and the war knife in his hand swept out twice, cutting off Meng Shu's hands in an instant.

When Meng Shu didn't have time to feel the pain, the potter slapped the back of the knife at Meng Shu's ugly face, and directly slapped Meng Huo out, his mouth was full of broken teeth, and he was shot out seven steps away, and fell to the ground fiercely.

His hands were cut off, his teeth were smashed again, and Meng Xu, who had fallen to the ground, screamed hoarsely, and died in pain in the blood and mud, and rolled around.

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