Dai Zong thought that Yang Zaixing was scarred by him, and his martial arts must have dropped significantly, and with the rapid and fatal blow of his swift step, Yang Zaixing would inevitably be unable to dodge. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Under this blow, he was able to take Yang Zaixing's head and become famous in the world in one fell swoop.

And today, Taishan was defeated, even the capital was lost, it can be said that it was a heavy loss, and the national prestige was swept away, if he killed the general of Wei, he would also win in defeat, and he regained some face for Song Jiang a little.

With the arrogance of his ambition, Dai Zong's sword came straight into Yang Zaixing's chest.

Yang Zaixing, who was covered in bruises, quietly swept a sarcastic sneer at the corner of his mouth.

All of Dai Zong's actions have been broken down one by one in his eyes, and he can see them clearly!

Because, at this time, Yang Zaixing's martial arts value has risen to 100, and he has the martial arts realm of a half-step martial saint.

In the eyes of the half-step martial saint, although Dai Zong's swift wind step was unusually fast, it was already commonplace, and there was no novelty at all.

"Dog, let's learn the divine power of Lao Tzu's blood madness today!"

Yang Zaixing let out a low roar, ignoring the pain around him, and before Dai Zong's short sword was stabbed, the war knife in his hand rolled up with a bloody rain, and struck out in the front direction.

As soon as the move came out, Dai Zong's expression changed in shock, as if he had seen a ghost.

He thought that Yang Zaixing's movements were sluggish, and he couldn't catch up with his footwork speed at all, and before he could react, he broke through the defense and pierced Yang Zaixing's chest.

He never expected that in this situation of being covered in scaly wounds, the speed of Yang Zaixing's moves suddenly doubled, and before he surpassed his footwork, the battle knife struck with a bang.

"Oh no, why did this guy's martial arts suddenly become faster!?"

Frightened, where did Dai Zong dare to attack again, he hurriedly retracted his sword and wanted to avoid Yang Zaixing's blow.

It's just that just as this thought flashed into his mind, the war knife with the power of the storm and rain bombarded at an unimaginable speed.

Fast as lightning, faster than the wind, so fast that it far surpassed his footwork, making it impossible for him to dodge!

"Half-step Martial Saint, this is the speed of the half-step Martial Saint's moves, how is this possible, how is it ......possible" Dai Zong changed color in shock, and his eyes instantly opened to Dou Da, as if he had seen the strangest thing in his life.

That guy who was only at the top of his martial arts, who was injured by himself and was bruised all over his body, and his body was incomplete, he shouldn't even have the strength to resist, but he suddenly burst out with the combat power of a half-step martial saint!

What the hell!

When such a shocking thought burst out in Dai Zong's mind, it was too late.

The heavy knife that was overwhelming, wrapped in the crazy power of the half-step Martial Saint, avoided the inevitable frontal bombardment.

Throat!

A metallic roar pierced the eardrum, and the blood-stained short sword flew away.

At the moment of impact, Dai Zong felt the huge force of the sky and the earth cracking, and frantically poured into his body, instantly shocking to the five internal pains, and the pain was incomparable.

Immediately after, he let out a scream of "ah", blood spurted wildly from his mouth, and his huge body rose into the air, flying upside down like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily seven steps away.

Click!

Between the landings, Dai Zong's body made a sound of broken bones, and I don't know how many ribs were broken on the spot, and the pain was even worse, and he fainted in pain almost instantly.

Just when he was still enduring severe pain and struggling to get up from the ground, Yang Zaixing's towering figure had shrouded him in shadows.

Dai Zong reluctantly opened his eyes, and looked at Yang Zaixing with astonishment, anger, and unbelievable eyes, looking at the man who was cut all over his body by himself, but miraculously knocked himself to the ground with a half-step martial saint blow.

"You turned out to be a half-step martial saint, you turned out to be a half-step martial saint, then you were still injured like that by me, are you deliberately playing tricks on me?" Dai Zong spurted blood from his mouth and stared at Yang Zaixing with extremely confused eyes.

Yang Zaixing snorted coldly, "Lao Tzu is just playing with you, what." ”

Dai Zong was completely stunned at this time.

It is also common for martial arts masters to rely on their super martial arts and use cat-and-mouse tactics to play martial arts far inferior to their opponents.

Dai Zong never expected that there were people in this world who obviously had the transcendent martial arts of a half-step martial saint, just to play tricks on the enemy, he did not hesitate to release the water and deliberately let the enemy stab a seventeen or eighteen swords!

"Crazy, you're a madman, madman!" Dai Zong's worldview collapsed, and his voice was hoarse and trembling.

Of course, he wouldn't know that Yang Zaixing had a "blood madness" talent, if he hadn't been stabbed by him with seventeen or eighteen swords and shed so much blood, how could the martial arts be promoted to a half-step martial saint, and how could he break his "divine xing" talent.

"How does it feel to be defeated by a madman? Hahaha-" Yang Zaixing laughed sarcastically, really like a madman, the war knife in his hand was raised high, and he was about to take his life.

When the blade was about to be cut off, Wei Chigong rushed from behind and shouted, "Crazy Yang, keep people under the knife." ”

Yang Maniac?

Yang Zaixing raised his knife in the air, glanced around a few times, and was stunned for a moment, only to understand that Yu Chigong was shouting at himself.

"Your Majesty has confessed, all enemy generals who can be captured alive should not be slaughtered as much as possible, and they should be handed over to Your Majesty to dispose of, and the credit will be greater, and you will not lose a credit for killing him." Wei Chigong, who came galloping, reminded.

Yang Zaixing suddenly realized that he had a murderous intent, ordered the soldiers left and right, and tied up Dai Zong and handed it over to the Son of Heaven to deal with in the future.

Wei Chigong glanced at him up and down again, looking at him covered in blood, with a miserable look, he couldn't help but gasp, and sighed with his tongue: "It's just a matter of dealing with Wu Song's freak injury, and dealing with such a small character, you can even hurt yourself like this, it seems that the nickname I gave you Yang Crazy is really right, you are really a madman." ”

Yang Zaixing was stunned for a moment, and could only shake his head helplessly and smile bitterly, thinking to himself Do you think Lao Tzu I want to be injured like this, how can I improve my martial arts if I don't hurt like this, and how can I win that Dai Zong.

"Yang madman, Yang madman, life in the world, if you can't be happy and crazy, what's the point, hahaha-"

Yang Zaixing was also frank, he didn't mind at all, and in the midst of wild laughter, his bloody body came out and killed the enemy again.

"Crazy, what a madman!" Wei Chigong scolded secretly, and also danced and whipped up.

……

In front of him, Song Jiang was galloping wildly, not daring to have a trace of respite, and he didn't even have the courage to look back to see if Dai Zong had followed.

Dai Zong fought with his life and dragged Yang Zaixing's pursuit for him, so he naturally wanted to take the road and escape.

The shouting behind him became weaker and weaker, as if the pursuers had been thrown far enough, Song Jiang finally dared to look back a few times, and when he confirmed that he couldn't see the pursuers, he secretly relieved himself, his tense nerves relaxed, and he secretly rejoiced.

"I finally escaped this catastrophe, it seems that the sky is really endless, and I Song Jiang is also ......" Song Jiang was full of emotion in his heart.

Fortunately, Song Jiang glanced back, but saw that there were only less than 2,000 remnants of defeated soldiers left around him, how desolate it was.

Once upon a time, he was the king of Mount Tai, with 50,000 heavy soldiers and a large number of generals under his command.

To this day, it was Li Kui who was captured, Wu Song betrayed, Dai Zong's life and death are unknown, and there are less than 2,000 people left in the 50,000 army, as if overnight, from a rich man with thousands of dollars in his pocket, to a poor beggar.

And all this happened in just one month!

The culprit who made him so miserable was the emperor of the Great Wei Dynasty, the potter!

Everything is thanks to the pottery thief!

"Tao thief, I, Song Jiang, will not forget today's shame, you wait for me, sooner or later I will be killed by Sun Ce's hand, I will ......repay the shame I have suffered, I will make double the repayment" Song Jiang gritted his teeth and secretly swore an oath.

Before thinking about it, the road ahead became smoother and smoother, and he only needed to pass through the shallow valley that was not too narrow, and he could really escape from the pursuit range of the Wei army.

"I, Song Jiang, am also a person with the destiny of heaven in the end, otherwise in such a dangerous situation today, how could I escape from the ascension ......" Seeing that hope was in front of him, Song Jiang secretly sighed, and a trace of pride gradually appeared on his dark face.

Just when he was proud, his eyes inadvertently looked ahead, but his face suddenly froze into a moment of horror.

Frightened, Song Jiang hurriedly strangled the mount under his crotch, and opened his mouth to the boss, as if he had seen a ghost.

Lin Chong, Hua Rong, Zhuge Dan and other generals on the left and right were all shocked and discolored, and they all restrained their horses, not daring to move forward another half step.

The remaining more than 2,000 defeated soldiers of Mount Tai also froze in place, and instantly fell into a frightened situation of losing their souls.

At the entrance of the valley road ahead, a solemn military formation blocked their way.

The armor reflected the dazzling cold light, the swords and guns were as clear as a forest, countless battle flags rolled like waves, and a huge Wei army formation was like an iron wall in front of them.

The imperial flag with the word "Wei" flew proudly in the sky.

Under the imperial flag, the potter immediately crossed his sword, standing majestically, and the golden armor reflected the dazzling golden light, dazzling like a god.

He was so proud, with a fierce and domineering gaze, coldly watching the enemy appear, admiring the thousands of frightened and deeply frightened faces.

After learning that he had fled from the north gate, he sent a large army to pursue him, while he personally led a light horse, bypassed the muddy land, and rushed to this valley mouth farther than Yang Zaixing.

Because he guessed that although Song Jiang was defeated, there were still capable people under his command, and Yang Zaixing's strength alone might not be able to stop Song Jiang.

However, even if Yang Zaixing can't stop it, he will definitely be able to delay Song Jiang's escape and buy enough time for his pursuit.

As it turned out, the potter's guess was completely correct, and as soon as he finished arranging, Song Jiang fled here with his remnants.

It's as if everything has been carefully calculated, and it's seamless.

Looking at the frightened enemy from afar, the potter took a light breath and said in a thunderous voice: "Song Jiang, you have no way out, kneel down and surrender, I will give you a good time, otherwise, I will make you worse than dead!" ”