In case the mansion smiled bitterly, there was really a regret in his heart, if the soldiers around him were the wolf riders under the command of the Dingtian King, there was at least seventy percent certainty that the mansion would be able to leave Zhemu Hetu's life in this battle.

Zhemu Hetu stared at Wanyifu gloomily, and said slowly: "I'll let you die last, and I will definitely do it." ”

In case the government raised his breath and shouted, "If you want to take my head, come and get it." ”

Zhemu Hetu sneered, and all that remained was how to execute these people Ling Chi. Zhemu Hetu's body was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed in front of several people in the Wanyi Mansion. However, there seemed to be a red light that was three points faster than Zhemu Hetu's body, flashing from Zhemu Hetu's ears, and then disappeared. Zhemu Hetu didn't care, he just thought that the night wind shook the firelight, so he didn't have to worry about it.

Under this sharp slash, it is necessary to make the two self-conscious Dagan soldiers standing at the front be in different places, and then slowly torture the remaining Wanyi Mansion. Zhemu Hetu pondered, feeling extremely happy in his heart, every time he put these things that he had never obtained in his hands and trampled on them, there was an indescribable pleasure.

As if seeing the two heads that were about to fly, Zhemu Hetu felt that his blood was also hot, his heart was beating faster, and his mouth was a little dry and eager. It's just that what makes Zhemu Hetu strange is that the knife has been swung out, why hasn't there been a knife shadow flying out.

Zhemu Hetu looked sideways, only to see that the right side of his body was empty, the black long knife was missing, and his right arm was missing. Zhemu Hetu froze for a moment, was stunned, and still had time to look up at the Dagan soldier in front of him in astonishment, and then there was a heart-piercing pain from his right arm. Zhemu Hetu let out a miserable cry like a night owl, although he didn't know what was going on, but there must have been another accident, which almost made Zhemu Hetu's soul fly away, and then he endured the sharp pain from his right shoulder, and flew back quickly.

A hand, like a ghost, rested on Zhemu Hetu's shoulder, pressing down the figure that Zhemu Hetu had just lifted. Zhemu Hetu stiffened, his legs were weak, and he only felt a stream of heat dripping from his crotch to the soles of his feet. Zhemu Hetu slowly turned his stiff neck, and looked back, a face that should have belonged to a dead man was looking at him quietly. Zhemu Hetu didn't know the name of the person wearing the Dagan soldier's suit, but he knew that this person was originally the second Dagan soldier who died in his hands tonight.

"Zhuge Shu!" In case the eyeholes of the house were closed, he groaned in a low voice.

The corners of Zhemu Hetu's mouth twitched, his face was more ugly than crying, and he said with difficulty: "Who are you?" ”

"Great Gan soldiers." Zhuge said coldly, "I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

The mutation in the field made several people in the house dumbfounded, and Zhemu Hetu was broken by a move, and it was not as good as Zhuge Shu's resurrection from the dead, which surprised everyone, obviously it was an abandoned son of the Wanyi Mansion, but I never thought that there was something else. In case the government guessed that the commander in the army would not have no back moves, he never expected that the back move of the original camp commander was around everyone, and as soon as he made a move, it would be an earth-shattering ending.

In case the mansion is silent, since Zhuge is not dead, naturally this calculation and arrangement will not escape Zhuge Shu's eyes, Zhuge Shu's life and death, for the people of the mansion, the outcome has long been doomed, maybe the result of tonight has been planted when he left the camp.

"What do you want?" Zhemu Hetu barely stabilized his mind, but unfortunately the tremor in his words had already revealed the fear and panic in his heart at this moment, it was hard to imagine how a person with such a heart could practice such a martial art.

"Killing people to pay for their lives, and paying off debts is a matter of course. You have killed more than 100 of my soldiers, and now it is time to pay for the blood debt, but you can rest assured, I will kill you, but I have no intention of torturing you, that's all. ”

"You, you want to kill me? You can't kill me! I'm ......" Zhemu Hetu panicked, shouting incoherently.

Zhuge frowned, he really didn't expect Zhemu Hetu to be so bad, just looking at his vicious and corrupt methods, maybe it was to hide the cowardice and cowardice in his heart.

"Why can't I kill you?"

"I, I am a disciple of the Mongolian Nation Teacher, if you kill me, my master will definitely not let you go."

Zhuge smiled indifferently and said: "Don't say that he won't let me go, and I have no intention of letting him go, if he doesn't come to me, I will definitely go to him." ”

Zhemu Hetu was stunned, suddenly his heart lit up, and he was cold in an instant, no wonder this voice was so familiar, it turned out to be him, the king of Daganding.

Zhemu Hetu's face was like ashes, and he finally remembered the fleeting red light in his ears just now, where was the dazzle, it was clearly the edge of the Ming Hong knife in Li Luo's palm. At that time, the master once talked about this Ming Hong knife, although the words were extremely vague, but there was a point that was really clear, if you meet the Ming Hong knife, you can't be invincible, avoid it.

Time has passed, and what the master said is clearly remembered, but for some reason, this time he went south to Liangzhou, and he forgot it, maybe it was fate to have this catastrophe.

"It's you!" Zhemu Hetu shouted miserably, his heart sank into the ice cellar, and he was about to look like he was in despair.

"Well, I didn't expect you and me to meet again so soon." Li Luo, who is known as Zhuge Shu, replied indifferently.

"I didn't expect you to come, it looks like I'm in a catastrophe." Zhemu Hetu was sad and angry, and said through gritted teeth. Listening to the voice, it seems that he didn't think of the cruelty when he killed the Dagan soldiers, but he was angry with Li Luo, why would he disguise himself to blend in with the Dagan soldiers and attack him.

"If it's a catastrophe, it should be considered a catastrophe." Li Luo said indifferently.

Zhemu Hetu was resentful, his right arm lost too much blood, and Li Luo did not have the intention of sealing the acupoint to stop the bleeding, and after a while, he saw Zhemu Hetu's face white like white ash, revealing the color of blue and black, even if Li Luo didn't kill Zhemu Hetu, Zhemu Hetu wouldn't live long if he went on like this.

"Haha, Dagan's soldiers, this is your commander, the dignified King of Dingtian, who actually lay on the ground and pretended to be dead, watching the tragic death of the soldiers under his command but turning a blind eye, and using such despicable and shameless means to plot a sneak attack, is such a person worth your life?" Zhemu Hetu roared fiercely.

In case the mansion and the rest of the people changed color together, they guessed that this Zhuge Shu must be a master sent from above, but they never expected that it would be the commander of the Northern Expedition this time, and Li Luo, the handsome man in the western sky. For a while, everyone's minds were confused, whether they complained that Li Luo would not be saved when he saw death, or whether they were worried that the previous trick of using Li Luo as an abandoned son would leave a bane.

Li Luo's expression remained unchanged, calm and calm, and did not stop Zhemu Hetu from sowing discord.