"My father's sword skills and General Yingbu have their own merits!"

After Hu Siming finished speaking, he was not dodging, but facing Yingbu head-on, and the knife technique he used was different from that of others.

Yingbu's sword technique is fierce and mixed with ruthlessness in it, not to mention his self-created wave stacking three layers, so his sword technique can be regarded as a must in the world.

Hu Siming is different.

His knife technique is one word, slow. There is an endless force in the slowness, as if it can be gathered together at any time and then burst out after reaching a critical point.

"Good boy, I like this sentence." Like to like, the dragon tooth knife in Yingbu's hand has no intention of regressing at all, "You Huns made Lao Tzu lose an eye with an arrow, you are Hu Lijia's son, he has a little friendship with Lao Tzu, then take your eye as something you buy your life!" ”

After Yingbu finished speaking, he reached out and touched his eyes with blindfolds, and smiled cruelly, he picked up the dragon tooth knife in his hand and stabbed it fiercely at Hu Siming's eyes.

Hu Siming kept retreating backwards, and he had a premonition that as long as he was stabbed by Yingbu's dragon tooth knife, he would permanently lose an eye and would not be able to become the heir to Hu Lijia's position!

He couldn't imagine how the people he had trampled on in the past would humiliate him after he fell from the altar.

He would rather die than become a laughing stock among the Huns who were humiliated and future educated children!

The dragon's teeth flickered with cold light, and they stabbed at Hu Siming's left eye as if they had eyes.

Hu Siming kept dodging, and when he found that he couldn't avoid the knife, he stopped, kicked the ground with both feet, and tried to use his chest in battle armor to resist Yingbu's knife.

The smile on the corner of Yingbu's mouth is getting bigger and bigger, this is a knife that he fuses the three layers of power of the three layers of the waves, in this world, except for Xiang Yu and Fusu, who are good at strength, who dares to resist his knife?!

Hu Siming's fate can be imagined, his battle armor was cut in half by Yingbu's dragon teeth, and a beautiful knife mark was cut on his chest. His lower abdomen was sliced open, and blood spurted out.

Xue Ao, who smelled the smell of blood, sniffed, it stretched out its tongue and licked its palm, looking at Hu Siming, who was already injured.

The smell of blood stimulated the wildness on Xue Ao's body, and it let out a low voice in its throat, stood up and shook its body, looking at Hu Siming.

"Xue Ao." Fusu saw Xue Ao's movements, and instantly understood what Xue Ao wanted to do, "Don't move." ”

That's right, Xue Ao wanted to bite off Hu Siming's neck with his teeth and enjoy this killing process.

Xue Ao roared slightly aggrieved, but still obediently lay down. It can violate anyone's orders, but it will definitely not violate Fusu's orders.

After all, that is the person who raised him from a young age to such a big age, so what Fusu said, Xue Ao is 100% obedient.

"Well, I know what you want to do." Fu Su gently stroked Xue Ao's lion head and said softly: "There will be a lot of opportunities in the future, good girl." ”

When Xue Ao heard this, he simply pointed his ass directly at Fusu.

Fusu knew that Xue Ao was being appeased, and he looked at Hu Siming lightly, as if he were looking at a dead person.

Hu Siming was stared at by Fusu and felt cold, but he still used the knife in his hand to support his shaky body and maintain a standing posture.

Even if he died, he had to die with dignity.

"Hu Siming, do you want to continue?" Fusu said expressionlessly: "You Huns, you are not as good as my Great Qin, what kind of face do you have to attack my Great Qin's land?!" ”

"Doesn't Emperor Qin have such a thing as face?" Hu Siming laughed miserably: "Constantly expanding, intending to fill the Xiongnu into the territory of the Qin Dynasty, Emperor Qin's wolf ambition is known to passers-by!" ”

"That's called justifiable defense!" Fusu sneered: "I have repeatedly violated my Daqin border, how many times has Meng Tian beaten you, but you never have a long memory, and you still come." Don't you just think that my Daqin is easy to bully? Although my father doesn't have much to do with you, it doesn't mean that I don't. I have many methods, and I hope you can try them one by one, and I hope that you will be comfortable in heaven. ”

The comfort in Fusu's mouth is naturally to let them use their lives to go to heaven comfortably.

Hu Siming was shocked, as if he saw that the Xiongnu army was directly slaughtered without the slightest resistance under the Qin army led by Fusu.

He seemed to see Shan Yu bowing his arrogant head to the Qin Dynasty.

He seemed to see his father Hu Lijia kill himself because of grief and indignation, or because of great revenge.

No, that's not true!

Hu Siming frantically withdrew from his fantasies, and what greeted him was Xiang Yu's Fang Tian Painting Halberd!

"How dare the shaft fool me with my brother's appearance!"

With only one halberd, Hu Siming was killed by Xiang Yu's men.

Xiang Yu stood in front of Fusu and the others with Fang Tian's halberd, and his impulsive personality also made him suffer a big loss in the future. Fortunately, with the help of the medicine given by Fusu, otherwise his life would really be confessed to that land and become a dry bone buried in another country.

Fusu just looked at Hu Siming's body, and he didn't mind the reaction of the Huns' high-level after learning the news of Hu Siming's death.

If you want to fight, he will accompany you.

Maybe Qin Shi Huang will give him a lot of support, after all, unifying the grassland has always been a dream of Qin Shi Huang. As long as the Xiongnu dared to go to war, Qin Shi Huang would definitely throw most of the entire Qin Dynasty's forces into the northern battlefield.

The blood on Fang Tian's halberd seemed to remind Undercurrent of what was happening at the moment, and for a while, all the people in Undercurrent opened their mouths, and they didn't know what to say.

Hu Siming died here, I am afraid that he will not be able to explain to Marshal Hu Lijia after he goes back, let alone Shan Yu!

They are afraid, afraid that they and their families will follow Hu Siming's death to the funeral.

It's hard to speak, but it's even harder for the generalissimo to speak.

At first, Hu Siming's role was to confuse Xiang Yu, and then they swarmed up and eliminated Xiang Yu. They thought that Hu Siming could kill Xiang Yu, so they took it lightly, and Xiang Yu supported him until Fusu arrived, and then Hu Siming was killed by Xiang Yu.

From the beginning of the war between two people, it became the death of one person.

No, it should be said that a person is destined to die.

This person was originally supposed to be Xiang Yu, but he was forcibly reversed by Fusu. The undercurrent knew that Fusu was difficult to deal with, and they didn't know that Fusu could turn the entire battle around with the power of one person.

If Xiang Yu died, this war, the eldest son of the king, Ashina Kantan, would be at least half sure that he would win.

But Xiang Yu is not dead, and the war that has become a definite number will not be changed.