Chapter 883: The Master of the King of the Huns is here

"Kill!"

Fusu shouted and swung his knife to kill him.

Just these Huns in front of you, you still want to stop him?

At this time, if you don't kill the conceited Hun king, you will only leave trouble.

He also can't be sure: is the king of the Huns dead?

According to his estimates: even if you don't die, you will become crippled.

But! There are accidents in everything.

Maybe? Your estimate was wrong?

Maybe? A miracle happened, and the king of the Huns survived?

He and the conceited Hun king have become like this, and they will only be mortal enemies. So! If the Xiongnu King had not died, he would have only been against Great Qin forever.

So! Regardless of whether this Hun king dies or not, he must go up and make up for it.

Only by using absolute strength to deter the Huns, will the Huns not dare to come to our Great Qin to harass and rob in the future.

There can be no mercy on the enemy.

Being soft on the enemy is tantamount to raising tigers and letting them return to the mountains.

With the speed of sweat and blood, coupled with Fusu's innate divine power, it was only a matter of one, two, three, and he killed the Hun king.

Although the Huns were numerous and loyal, they were no match for Fusu at all. couldn't stop Fusu, so he could only watch Fusu rush over.

"Ahh Yes! Yes! ……”

Everywhere Fusu went, the screams were endless.

Several Huns swore to protect the Hun king to the death and prevent Fusu from approaching.

Several other Huns, escorting the Hun king, ran desperately.

Unfortunately! The king of the Huns was tall and heavy, and two people could not run fast at all on a horse.

In the process of running, the wounds of the Hun king broke and the blood flowed profusely.

The king of the Huns also woke up, and regrettably: he was speechless.

He was not convinced! His eyes widened, and he looked dead.

Unconsciously, Fusu had chased out four or five miles, but still did not catch up with the Hun king.

At this time! has entered the ranks of the Huns.

There were more and more Huns, and they invisibly surrounded him.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable to him, Fusu didn't want to chase and kill anymore. I looked around and found a place where there were fewer Hun soldiers.

If you don't leave now, when will you stay?

If you don't leave? He's going to die.

Although no one can stop him. But! If someone else sets up a position and traps you, you won't be able to run.

Others surround you, and they all use the blades of Changge and weapons to face you, how can you run?

Or! Trapping you and firing a salvage of arrows can shoot you into a hedgehog.

"Whoosh!"

Just as Fusu ran to the edge of the encirclement, there was a whistling sound of sharp arrows breaking through the air behind him.

"Ahh Not good! ”

You can hear it from the whistling sound: the arrow is very powerful.

Fusu screamed secretly and quickly turned his head to watch.

Although the sweaty BMW runs fast, no matter how fast it is, it is not as fast as the arrow.

But! Although the horse cannot outrun the arrow, the person on the horseback is alive and can be blocked.

An extra-long special arrow galloped over, not at him, but at his horse. Quickly waved the back of the machete in his hand and slapped the sharp arrow down.

"Dang!"

The precision is just right.

"Whoosh!"

Just when Fusu was a little proud, another sharp arrow galloped over.

This time! It was to shoot him directly.

He saw it: the powerful middle-aged Hun from last time was shooting him while Pegasus chased after him.

The other man was lying on horseback, with his bow diagonally and an arrow on his shoulder.

Three arrows in a row!

is even better than the king of the Huns.

The speed at which the other party rides a horse is not stable for ordinary people to sit on.

But the middle-aged Huns not only sat firmly, but also shot arrows accurately.

Visible! How strong he is.

"The one who killed my son! Die! "Ranwen

The third arrow was fired, and the middle-aged Hun howled.

Fusu knocked the second arrow down, and the third had already arrived. He looked a little flustered, wielding a machete as he dodged.

At this life-and-death juncture, human life is greater than horse life.

There is no way! I can only protect myself, and I can't take care of the sweat and blood.

"Whew!" The sweaty BMW may also have sensed the danger, screamed, and ran desperately.

"Whoosh!"

A third sharp arrow roared and flew past Fusu's back.

Due to the sudden acceleration of the sweaty BMW, Fusu's swing was not accurate, and he was unable to shoot the third sharp arrow down.

escaped the catastrophe, and Fusu had completely escaped the encirclement.

"There's a kind of you don't run! Take your life! Oh! ”

The middle-aged Huns came over and howled as they continued to build arrows.

Fusu didn't want to be chased and killed like this, so he didn't want to run away.

Otherwise! You run in front, and people shoot you in the back.

You are always passive, always in danger. And people take the initiative and will always shoot you in the back until there are no more arrows.

"Whoosh!"

That's it! Another arrow whizzed in.

"Boom!"

At the same time! Fusu heard another voice: the middle-aged Huns broke the bowstring due to excessive force.

"Whew!"

When the middle-aged Huns saw this, they were so angry that they cried on the spot.

Under the rage! smashed the big bow to the ground on the spot.

Without the Great Bow, he lacks one of the skills to kill enemies.

To know! The method he uses the most to kill his enemies is: shoot! Shoot with a special bow.

Without a big bow, the middle-aged Huns immediately took off the special big spear hanging on the horseback and rushed towards Fusu.

The distance between the two is getting closer and closer, and it is only a hundred and ten meters.

At this time, Fusu was no longer able to get rid of his opponent.

The horse ridden by the middle-aged Huns was a strong horse of a black horse. Looking at that look, it seems to be a bloody BMW. It's just that! Its complexion is dark, and its mane is also black.

Just look at it! It's a BMW.

The best among horses!

This kind of horse is not only tall and slender, but also has a pure complexion and mane, giving people an unusual image.

And! This is a middle-aged horse. Or rather! This is a horse in its prime.

People are at the age of great prestige.

So! It was able to reach Fusu in the shortest possible time.

Before! It is a few miles away from Fusu.

The middle-aged Huns learned that the Xiongnu king, who was also his beloved apprentice, encountered the Qin army, so he rushed over non-stop. Outcome! It was still a step too late, and the lover was shot by Fusu.

He glanced at his beloved disciple and knew in his heart: death is not far away.

Person! It should be unsavable.

Seeing that Fusu didn't run far, he rushed over.

What is he polite to you about the one who killed his beloved disciple? Drop the arrow directly in the back.

Outcome! To his surprise: Fusu actually dodged his three arrows.

Fourth Arrow! No need to ask: it must have been photographed again.

And what made him unacceptable: the bowstring broke.

Fusu was preparing to retaliate by shooting the other party with an arrow. It turned out that the opponent's bowstring was broken.

The other party came over with a spear, and he didn't run anymore, he came back in a circle and fought with him!

How can you miss such a master?

He? Is it what the ancestors said: "Ge Erxiong" who is more powerful than when he was young?

The ancestor has never served anyone in his life, so he will serve Ge Erxiong.

Although he killed Ge Erxiong, he had to admit that he was not Ge Erxiong's opponent.

If it weren't for Lu Buwei's guards desperately helping him, he wouldn't have been able to kill Ge Erxiong at all.

Behave! Be self-aware!

Dare to face the facts! Don't be unconvinced!

If you can't beat Ge Erxiong, you can't beat it! You have to admit it.

Even if he changed his weapons, Peng Zhou was not sure to defeat Ge Erxiong.

Ge Erxiong was in the prime of life back then, and he! It's just a teenager who has just come of age. In terms of physical fitness, stamina, and combat experience, you lose to others.