Tuoba Jue nodded seriously, and said in a deep voice: "King Wu's words, just like your teachings to Tuoba over the years, will always be seared in Tuoba's heart, I, Tuoba Jue, swear to the sky, if I rebel against Yan in this life, I will not die well, teach me fratricidal, father and son attack each other, let my own son and the woman I love the most, take my life!" ”

After saying these words, he bit his fingers, took off his mask, and smeared the blood of his fingers on his cheeks, which was a very formal oath procedure in the grassland, which meant that if he swore to his ancestors and gods, if he broke it, he would really be punished.

Murong Wai sighed: "You don't have to swear like this, don't swear indiscriminately, especially in front of the gods, no one can say for sure what will happen in the future." But I'm still glad to see you do this, Young Master Tuoba, in the future, Dayan will be your strong backing, and when you need my help, I will definitely not hesitate. But now, I need you to do something for me. ”

In the center of the battlefield, the smoke and dust are filled, the sound of shouting and killing shakes the heavens and the earth, the soldiers of the Beifu Army, and the lower vests and horses are all dressed together, killing a group, although there are less than a thousand people, but they are all elite soldiers with the power of the bear and tiger, all of them are experienced in a hundred battles, and they can be said to be the best soldiers of this era, but here, they are fighting with life and death, and the remnants of the sun are like blood, maybe even the heavens can't bear to see these soldiers fall down like this.

Liu Yu slashed out with a knife, and a military general in front of him wearing a face and an iron tower, the iron mirror on his chest was like glass, and he was shattered, and the remaining momentum of this knife was not exhausted, and above this person's chest, a long, deep wound was pulled, and the ribs of the white flower were exposed at once, and the yellow fat and red flesh gushed out from the wound like a fountain.

But at the same time, a short sword in this person's hand stabbed into Liu Yu's left leg, Liu Yu snorted, clearly heard the sound of his skirt armor shattering, and the thigh also seemed to be bitten fiercely.

Liu Yu gritted his teeth, regardless of the injury on his leg, the tiger roared, pushed the handle of the knife with both hands, and sent it forward, the iron knife of Bailian Su was like cutting a branch, cutting the exposed ribs alive, and piercing into the bloody chest, a beating heart, cut it in two, together with the shoulder blade behind it, shattered a piece, and this tower-like Yan Jun Colonel, before he even had time to hum, his body pounced forward, hitting Liu Yu's shoulder, the sharp blade pierced through the armor behind him, Came out of his back.

Liu Yu gritted his teeth, pushed the corpse, and slid down from his body softly, and his body also stained the blood on the corpse a bloody red, Liu Yu gritted his teeth, the wound on his leg hurt hotly, he thrust the big knife into the ground, tore off a strip of cloth from his body, and tightly pierced his wound, this is the fourth injury he suffered today, since he began to fight with Murong Feng's subordinates, he has killed twelve strong enemies, but his body has also been injured everywhere, even if he is as strong as him, he is a little dizzy, Unsustainable feeling.

Liu Yu wiped the blood on his face, turned his head to look around, the corpses on the ground were all over the field, the soldiers of the Beifu Army had already suffered more than half of the casualties, and the knights on the opposite side, there were less than one hundred and fifty people left, all of them dismounted and fought on foot, gritting their teeth and killing one-on-one, even if they killed the opponent, many of them also slashed and stabbed the opponent who had fallen in front of them with hatred, one by one, as if only by turning the opponent into a ball of blood and mud could they feel that they were alive and the enemy was dead.

More than a dozen steps away, Xiang Jing waved the big knife in his hand, and was fighting with an enemy general with a full body of silver armor, the sound of the iron bull and tiger roared again and again, the big knife waved vigorously, almost every time, it seemed to cut the other party into two pieces, but always missed, the enemy general, burly and strong, but also extraordinarily flexible, like a snake, every time Xiang Jing's big knife seemed to be unable to dodge, but he jumped and flashed, always from the blade and the front of the body, and Xiang Jing's moves with the old, but he could be counterattacked, With only a dozen moves, he was shot three times in the leg and shoulder, if he wasn't as strong as a bear, I was afraid that he would have fallen long ago, Rao is so, as the blood from several of his wounds has been rising, Xiang Jing's strength is also declining, and his movements have gradually slowed down.

"Woo", the silver-armored enemy general flashed a move to Xiang Jing's head, and the big knife cut a gap in the ground, and the silver-armored enemy turned around, bypassing Xiang Jing's side, the silver spear slashed, "hissed", Xiang Jing's calf, there was another cut, and his tower-like figure was also short, almost unable to stand.

Xiang Jing roared a tiger, the big knife slammed back, turning into a slash, the silver-armored enemy general seemed to have been prepared, after cutting Xiang Jing, it was a small jump backwards, this blade, with a few armor leaves on his chest, shattered to the ground, and his figure, jumped backwards two times, suddenly flashed five feet away, touched his face, the evil ghost face, fell in response, revealing a cold and murderous face, is it Murong Feng?

Xiang Jing's knife swing, used up his last strength, after this blow missed, several wounds on his body, at the same time a burst of blood, and the cut right leg and belly, even more unable to support the weight of his body, tower-like body, fell down, he struggled to hold the knife, propped on the ground, so that he would not lie down, but now he has lost any ability to fight, even if it is a ten-year-old child, he can take his life.

Murong Feng looked at Xiang Jing, who was already kneeling on one knee in front of him, stationed on the ground with a knife, and said coldly: "You are a warrior, you can take my Murong Feng fifty moves, there are few in this world, report your name, I, Murong Feng, will not kill unknown people." ”

The corners of Xiang Jing's mouth were already covered with blood, this fight lasted for more than half an hour, and finally his strength was still inferior to Murong Feng's agility, in his eyes, the shadow of the enemy began to blur, he shook his head vigorously, let himself stay awake as much as possible, gritted his teeth and said: "You, you are Murong Feng?" No wonder, no wonder I'm Xiang Jing, I Xiang Jing can't kill you, it's a pity, it's a pity! ”

Murong Feng nodded: "Your name is Xiang Jing?" I heard that there is a nickname called Tie Niu in the Beifu Army, and that is you. You have no regrets about dying at my hands! Go meet your brother! ”

As he spoke, there was a murderous flash in his eyes, he raised his spear, and was about to stab at Xiang Jing, Xiang Jing closed his eyes and was about to lead to death, but he heard a thunderous tiger roar: "Hugh hurt my iron bull brother, send slaves to come!" ”