Looking at the miserable and painful Nanban King, Tao Shang said coldly: "Meng Huo, this king said a long time ago that it will make your life worse than death, and now this lesson is just an appetizer, and the more painful is still to come, you wait and enjoy it." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

In the sneer, the potter waved his knife and gave the order, tied up Meng Huo, and dealt with it later.

You must know that this Meng Huo is not an ordinary barbarian general, but the leader of the Southern Barbarian tribes, killing him cannot be so simple, he must be killed with great fanfare, kill a trick, and use Meng Shu's life to severely deter the Southern Barbarian tribes, so that they will never dare to disagree.

After capturing Meng alive, the pottery merchant praised Huaxiong's bravery, and marched into the city with the soldiers of the three armies, killing the remaining barbarians.

The killing lasted from the early hours of the morning until the dawn of the day, and the entire Jiangyang City was slaughtered until a river of blood flowed, turning into a hell on earth for the barbarians.

The potter slaughtered all the way, searching for Zhu Rong's whereabouts, and let her get away twice before, this time, how could the potter let her go again.

When he was slaughtering, a scout galloped over and shouted: "Your Majesty, news has come from the direction of the south gate, and the female barbarian leader Zhu Rong has rushed out from the south gate with three thousand soldiers and horses, wanting to break through to the south. ”

The pottery merchant's eyes lit up, and he thought to himself that this Lienan barbarian horse was really not dead, and it was not the same direction as Meng Shu's escape.

"Order Cao Shen and other generals to assemble in the direction of the south gate, this time, this king will never let that stinky girl escape from the palm of this king's hand again." The potter sneered and ordered wildly.

When the order was passed, the potter turned his horse and ran in the direction of the south gate, stepping on the bloody road along the way, and killing from the direction of the south gate.

The potter didn't expect that Zhu Rong, the little fierce horse, was really capable, much stronger than Meng Shu, and he was able to break through the army attacking the south gate and kill it hard.

However, the pottery merchant was not worried at all, even if Zhu Rong was lucky enough to rush out of the south gate, but there was still a Wei army outside the city, and with Zhu Rong's ability alone, even if she put on her wings, she would not want to rush out.

Just when the potters chased out of the south gate, thousands of Wei soldiers were also rushing to the south gate to surround and intercept the fleeing Zhurong.

At this time, Zhu Rong was relying on his own force, rushing in all directions, using his strength to eat, but he still couldn't break through the obstacles of the Wei army.

After fighting hard for more than half an hour, although Zhu Rong didn't know how many Wei soldiers he had killed, the three thousand barbarians under his command were almost killed and wounded, less than 300 people.

Seeing that there was no hope of breaking through, and the barbarians around him were about to die, and in desperation, Zhu Rong had to retreat to a small hill southwest of Jiangyang City.

Reluctantly retreating up the hill, Zhu Rong raised his eyes and swept away, but saw that under the rising sun, the slope of the mountain was already surrounded by the Wei army, and there was no end in sight, there were tens of thousands.

The cry of "capture Zhu Rong alive" also echoed in his ears, shocking Zhu Rongxiu's ears numb.

Zhu Rong knew that she had been forced into a desperate situation, and this time, she would not be able to escape no matter what.

"My Nanzhong 50,000 Haojie Erlang, was destroyed by the potter like this? I wish Rong, the first martial artist in Nanzhong, will also die under the pottery merchant's knife? I'm not reconciled, I'm just unwilling—"

Zhu Rong was hateful and sad, looking up to the sky and screaming angrily, his beautiful face was burning with helplessness and anger.

The remnants of the barbarians who followed him were all terrified and scared to death.

"I wish the leader, when the battle comes to this, we are obviously powerless to return to the sky, the potter is too powerful, we might as well lower him, maybe he can save his life." Meng You finally couldn't help it and made a proposal to surrender.

As soon as these words came out, Zhu Rong's plump body suddenly shook, and the color of anger on his face suddenly appeared.

In her mind, the potter's face immediately came to mind, and she remembered the picture of the potter humiliating her twice.

As soon as he thought that he was going to kneel humbly in front of the lewd thief and surrender to him, Zhu Rong felt indescribable humiliation and shame in his heart.

Meng You didn't know what Zhu Rong was thinking, and seeing that Zhu Rong was silent, he chattered and persuaded Zhu Rong to surrender.

"Surrender and surrender, surrender to your mother! How can I have such a spineless waste as you in Nanzhong! Zhu Rong was finally enraged, and in annoyance, he raised his leg and kicked towards Meng You's chest.

Meng You was not prepared at all, and before he could react, he was kicked like a kite with a broken string, and slammed into a big stone three steps away, breaking a few bones on his body with a click.

Meng You, who landed on the ground, was driven by pain, and then came to his senses, painful and angry, and scolded Zhu Rong: "You stinky woman, you dare to beat Lao Tzu, you want to die yourself, don't drag Lao Tzu to accompany the funeral, you stinky woman-"

He didn't speak, such a big scolding made Zhu Rong even more angry, and he punched and kicked him when he pounced.

"I'll make you surrender, I'll make you spineless-"

Zhu Rong scolded in his mouth, and his crazy fist smashed down towards Meng You like raindrops, with the strength she had with 88 points of force, how could Meng You afford it, and after more than a dozen punches, she beat Meng You until her nose was blue and her face was swollen, and the bones on her body were broken.

When Meng You started, he was still scolding and scolding, but after a while, he couldn't stand it, and shouted: "Stop, Sister Zhu, I was wrong, be merciful, don't beat me again......"

Zhu Rong was like crazy, his eyes were red, he completely ignored Meng You's plea for mercy, and his fist with a strength of 100 catties still rained down on Meng You.

Who made Meng You bored himself, but provoked Zhu Rong when he was extremely unhappy, and proposed to make her surrender to the potter, which happened to hit the muzzle of the gun, making Zhu Rong pour all his anger on Meng You.

The howls grew fainter and faded, leaving only the "thump" fist smash.

At the beginning, Meng You was still struggling slightly, and after a while, he didn't move anymore, just collapsed on the ground motionless, and let Zhu Rong beat him wildly.

Finally, after almost more than a hundred punches, Zhu Rong finally relieved his breath, let go of his fist, and gasped and took a few steps back.

The emotions gradually calmed down, and when Zhu Rong looked at the fleshy body in front of him again, he realized that Meng You was no longer breathing, and he was beaten to death by himself.

"Spineless coward, you don't deserve to be our Nanzhong Erlang, you deserve to be killed!" Zhu Rong was still angry, and scolded endlessly.

The barbarians on the left and right were all dumbfounded, seeing Zhu Rong beating Meng You to death, they didn't dare to take a breath, for fear of annoying the first beauty in Nanzhong, and the next one to be beaten to death was himself.

After scolding for a long time, Zhu Rong's angry emotions finally calmed down completely.

Suddenly, her face changed and she held her breath.

All of a sudden, it was silent, as if it were dead silence.

Zhu Rong suddenly found that just as she had killed Meng You just now, the Wei army under the hill suddenly stopped shouting and killing, and became extremely quiet.

This unusually quiet, like the brief silence before a storm, means that something more terrible is about to happen.

Zhu Rongxiu frowned, turned around and looked down the hill, only tens of thousands of Wei soldiers had formed a circular formation, surrounding the entire small hill.

The battle flag with the word "Wei" is rolling like a wave, and the sword and halberd that is like a forest, and the cold light reflected almost want to reflect the sky cold.

The soldiers of the boundless Wei army, quiet as if they were terracotta warriors, with a pair of bloodshot eyes, staring at this side of the hill like that.

This kind of quietness, the unparalleled solemn eyes, and the sense of oppression formed by it are more terrifying than the killing sound of the mountains and tsunamis, and it almost makes Zhu Rong have the illusion that he is about to suffocate.

Under the hill, the potter immediately crossed the knife, and the eagle eyes had seen the beautiful but anxious face of Zhu Rong on the hill.

"Meng Huo, Zhu Rong is on the top, you can watch it." The potter snorted coldly.

Meng Shu, who had been dragged over, of course knew what the potter meant, and without waiting for the potter to say anything, he endured the pain of his broken arm and dragged his stump to the bottom of the hillside.

Taking a deep breath, Meng Shu forcibly suppressed the shame in his heart, and shouted loudly: "Zhu Rong, our barbarian army has been annihilated, and I have also surrendered to the King of Wei, you don't have to resist anymore, come down and surrender." ”

On the hill, Zhu Rong heard this familiar voice, her heart was shocked, and she hurriedly swept her eyes downward, and when she recognized it as Meng Shu, her beautiful face suddenly changed color, and endless anger surged up.

In addition to the anger, there were also incredible eyes, as if they couldn't believe that the dignified Nanban League leader, the fiancé she chosen, actually surrendered to the potters in order to survive, and shamelessly came to persuade him to surrender!

In an instant, Zhu Rong was shocked and angry, the anger on her pretty face burned like fire, and her eyes swelled with deep disappointment and contempt.

Unable to bear it, Zhu Rong scolded below: "Meng Huo, you guy who is greedy for life and afraid of death, I am really blind, I didn't even see that you are such a spineless waste!" ”

In the face of Zhu Rong's sarcastic scolding, Meng Shu was so ashamed that his face was red, and he was embarrassed, and he really wanted to find a crack in the ground and get into it directly.

was scolded by Zhu Rong for a long time, and seeing that the persuasion was ineffective, Meng Shu had to turn around pitifully and look at the potter.

Looking at the poor Meng Huo, the potter sneered sarcastically, waved his hand, and motioned to drag Meng Huo down.

He knew that Zhu Rong had a strong temperament, and of course it was impossible for him to give up resistance and come down the hill to surrender because of Meng Shu's persuasion.

The potter's move was just to let Zhu Rong see Meng Huo's greedy face and fear of death, so that she would completely die to Meng Huo's fiancé.

Only in this way can the potter be able to make Zhu Rong have a good impression of himself in the future, and finally marry him willingly, so that he can have the opportunity to obtain valuable marriage additional force points from her.

Married to Sun Shangxiang, the potter's force can rush to the 90-point mark and become the world's top warrior.

If he marries Zhu Rongjin again, he will be able to break through the top in one fell swoop, reach a full 100 force value, and become an existence of a half-step martial saint on a par with Xiang Yu and Lu Bu.

The potter not only wants to be the founder of the country and create a new dynasty, but he also wants to be the strongest emperor in martial arts throughout the ages.

To put it simply, the potter is to become an emperor of the ages who has never been seen before or after him!

In order to achieve this goal, it is necessary to surrender Zhurong, which is the main reason why he besieged Zhurong but did not attack.

Of course, as a man, the potter had to admit that the glamorous style of the first beauty in Nanzhong was also attractive to him.

Seeing that Meng Shu had been dragged away like a dog, Tao Shangce immediately took a step forward, looked at the hill and shouted: "Zhu Rong, aren't you known as the number one martial artist in Nanzhong, what is it if you shrink on it, either surrender or go down the mountain to fight this king!" ”

The potter knew that Zhu Rong was arrogant and had found her temper, which was another method of agitation.

On the hill, Zhu Rong was really enraged, his pretty face instantly turned red like blood, his teeth bit his lips tightly, and his eyes burned with angry flames, and for a moment, he almost rushed down the hill impulsively.

But she thought about it again, the pottery merchant's martial arts were above herself, and there were thousands of Wei troops under the mountain, if she rushed down, she would not die in battle, but would fall into the hands of the pottery merchant.

She is not afraid of dying in battle, what she is afraid of is falling into the hands of the potter, and she may not know what kind of humiliation she will suffer from the adulterous thief.

However, if you don't go down the hill, you will be surrounded all the time, and it is not a solution.

"What should I do, what the hell should I do......"

For a while, Zhu Rong fell into a dilemma and had no choice.