Seeing that Wu Song was chasing closer and closer, Song Jiang was so frightened that his liver was about to break. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He broke an arm, so naturally he couldn't drive the horse as fast as he could, but Wu Song was getting closer and closer behind, and he saw that it wouldn't take a few more steps before he was about to catch up with him.

He knew how many Wu clan people he had killed, and with Wu Song's temper, after catching him, it would be strange if he didn't take revenge on him.

Song Jiang became more and more panicked the more he ran, and the more he ran, the more scared he became, and the little dignity that remained in his heart was also frightened to vanish under Wu Song's pursuit.

His mind went blank, and only one thought remained:

I don't want to die!

Suddenly, Song Jiang reined in the war horse, not only stopped fleeing, but turned the horse's head and met Wu Song's pursuit.

This time, it was Wu Song's turn to move, and at that moment, he thought that Song Jiang had taken out the blood of a man, and he had the courage to fight to the death with himself.

"Hmph, Song Jiang, I didn't expect you to have a little backbone, it's not that you're useless, just for you, I won't break you into ten thousand pieces, I'll leave you a whole corpse."

Wu Song's hideous face raised a trace of insignificant respect, and the iron rod in his hand was raised, and he was already planning to smash Song Jiang's head with a stick and give him a good time.

Plop!

Song Jiang suddenly jumped off the horse, his legs were weak, he knelt in front of Wu Song, and cried out in his mouth: "Brother Wu spare your life, Brother Wu spare your life, brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong." ”

Wu Song suddenly reined in the war horse, the iron rod that was high was suspended in the air, and he looked down at Song Jiang in surprise, and the iron rod actually forgot to fall.

That lofty Song Jiang, that King Taishan, actually knelt humbly in front of him in order to survive?

"Brother Wu, in fact, brother, I don't have the intention to destroy your martial family, it's all Wu Yong's house, he said that if he doesn't teach you a lesson, my brother won't be able to convince the public, so he forced me to attack your martial family."

Song Jiang put all the blame on Wu Yong, who had lost his traces, and looked helpless, Wu Song, who listened, was slightly moved, and the iron rod held high was slowly put down.

Song Jiang saw that Wu Song was moved, so he continued to choke and said: "Brother Wu, you don't want to think about the brotherhood between your brother and you, how can my brother not believe you, my brother is forced." ”

Then, Song Jiang began to recall the past, crying and recalling how he and Wu Song met, how they were like-minded, and how they gathered to raise the old days, and led Wu Song to brotherhood.

Wu Song is obviously a person of great affection in his bones, and when Song Jiang cried like this, he gradually shook his killing machine, and the iron rod that was originally held high was also put down.

"You are also a prince, and you have been reduced to the point of kneeling and begging for mercy, and I, Wu Song, have really looked away, and I actually believed that you could do great things, alas-"

Wu Song sighed deeply, unwilling to look at Song Jiang's pitiful appearance of servile faces, not only put down the iron rod in his hand, but also turned sideways.

Song Jiang was like a pug, crying and crawling over, hugging Wu Song's thigh with one hand, and begging in his mouth: "Brother, I don't have any ability, my brother is actually a mediocre talent at all, I really shouldn't be ambitious, take your group of brothers to rebel, to this point, my brother just wants to hide in the mountains and forests, and live the rest of his life honestly, beg Brother Wu for the sake of our old feelings, just let my brother live, please......"

Wu Song moved his feet, wanting to shake Song Jiang away, but Song Jiang was like a dog skin plaster, holding Wu Song's leg with one hand, but he didn't let go.

The more Wu Song looked at him, the more disgusted he became, and simply closed his eyes, disdainful of looking at him again.

Song Jiang cried endlessly, seeing that Wu Song closed his eyes, a trace of cold murder quietly swept through his tears, and a short dagger slipped out of his sleeve silently.

Then, while crying and begging, while Wu Song was not paying attention, inch by inch, he slowly lifted the dagger and raised it to Wu Song's waist.

That position was already the highest position he could lift, and if he lifted it up, he would have to stand up, which would inevitably arouse Wu Song's awareness.

Once Wu Song opened his eyes and discovered his intentions, it would be strange not to tear him to pieces on the spot.

"The only person who betrayed me Song Jiang is death-" Song Jiang's eyes suddenly burst out with a hideous beast-like cold killing intent, and his crying also stopped abruptly.

Almost at the same time, his cold dagger stabbed out.

Burst!

A stream of blood burst out, and the dagger stabbed into Wu Song's waist.

The distance between the two was so close, coupled with Wu Song's defenselessness, he didn't expect Song Jiang to have such guts, he would be so despicable, which one of them had the martial arts to be promoted to a junior martial saint, but he didn't react in time.

With a scream of pain, the angry Wu Quan, who didn't care about the pain in his lower back, picked up the stick and swung it out with his backhand.

Song Jiang had already taken the lead, pulled out the dagger, and retreated one after another, avoiding Wu Song's weak sweep.

Wu Song swept the air with a stick, and after the dagger was pulled out, blood sprayed wildly, and he could no longer support it under the serious injury, and stumbled and fell to the ground.

This knife wound is too serious, and he is not Yang Zaixing's special physique, how can he stand up under a serious injury.

Wu Song, who fell to the ground, suddenly woke up, realizing that he had fallen into Song Jiang's poisonous scheme, and endless grief and remorse suddenly surged in his chest.

"Song Jiang, you despicable and shameless scumbag, I should have known, I should have known-" Wu Song gritted his teeth and scolded angrily, struggling to get up, but the knife wound was too serious, so he could only sit on the ground with the wound on his back and back.

The blood gushed out, and soon stained the ground red, and Wu Song's drunkard talent was also until he died, and the whole person was so weak that he could only let Song Jiang slaughter him.

Song Jiang gasped heavily, looking frightened, standing a few steps away, aiming for a long time, until he confirmed that Wu Song had lost the ability to resist, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

He calmed down his nervousness, a grim smile resurfaced on his black face, and he stepped forward step by step with a dagger, and there was no longer any fear, only a kind of gloating after the conspiracy succeeded, and a deep sense of pride.

"Wu Song, you shameless traitor, you failed to kill you directly that day, it is really the biggest mistake made by this king, today this king will do the right thing for heaven and slaughter you, a shameless traitor!"

Song Jiang said, the dagger was raised high, and the murderous intent in his eyes burned wildly.

Wu Song, who was paralyzed on the ground, his face burned with deep grief and indignation, and he gritted his teeth and scolded: "Song Jiang, you treacherous hypocrite, you did not hesitate to kneel down to me in order to deceive, you are simply the most shameless person in the world, the words 'for the heavens' spit out of your mouth, it is simply a great irony, even if you can harm me Wu Song today, you will definitely not die a good death, you will not die a good death-"

Song Jiang was scolded to the point of annoyance, and scolded at the bottom of the fight: "The reason why this king kneels is that the big husband can bend and stretch, how can you, a shameless traitor, understand such an awareness, even if this king is unable to escape death in the end, he will kill you, an ungrateful traitor, first, and die!" ”

In the midst of the crazy beast roar, the dagger in Song Jiang's hand swung down wildly towards Wu Song with all his strength.

"I, Wu Song, am really stupid, I will be cried by his tears until my heart softens, and I deserve to be killed by him like this, alas, ......"

The grief and indignation of Wu Song was empty of anger and unwillingness, and at this time he could only accept his fate and close his eyes to prepare for death.

Brush!

A cold light broke through the wind, traveled a distance of dozens of steps, and shot from behind Song Jiang.

There was a scream, and a stream of blood splattered out.

Song Jiang's one-armed arm rose into the air and fell in front of Wu Song.

Almost at the same time, that cold light also fell abruptly, and it was inserted a few steps behind him, and it turned out to be a bloody war knife.

"Ahh

Song Jiang let out a pig-killing howl, his broken arm gushed blood, his knees weakened, and he fell to his knees on the ground, his head smacking on the bloody mud.

Wu Song heard the movement, opened his eyes suddenly, looked at the amazing scene in front of him in surprise, looked at Song Jiang, whose arms were broken, kneeling in front of him, and looked at the blood-colored war knife that was still shaking slightly, and thought that he had an illusion in a trance.

"How...... What's going on? Wu Song muttered to himself in surprise.

At this moment, countless iron horsemen in front of them had galloped over, and they were chased by the Wei army's troops.

And galloping at the forefront, it turned out to be a golden streamer.

Wu Song rubbed his eyes covered by blood and sweat, stared at it carefully, and saw clearly that what was flying was not any golden light, but a golden armor and golden helmet, a god-like general of the Wei State.

That golden-armored god general is the emperor of Great Wei and a potter!

Wu Song's expression was shocked, and he suddenly turned his head and glanced at the blood-colored war knife stuck in the ground behind him, and he suddenly recognized that the war knife was the weapon in the hands of his former enemy, the Emperor of Great Wei.

"It turned out that he rescued me, it turned out to be his ......" Wu Song muttered in surprise, falling into endless shock, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

You know, not long ago, he relied on the power of drunkenness to almost drive the potter into a corner, and even injured the potter's dragon body.

Now, it was the potter he was going to kill, regardless of his previous suspicions, at the most critical moment, he cut off Song Jiang's arm with that god and ghost and saved his life.

In the blink of an eye, the potter was his savior.

Just when Wu Song was stunned and didn't know why, the potter had already galloped over, and Le Ma was in front of Wu Song, and said with a faint smile: "Wu Song, we finally meet again." ”