Although Meng Ning's reputation is not as big as Meng Ying's, he is also a fierce general in Shudi, but who would have thought that Meng Ning would die tragically under the iron hooves of Wang Ba's war horse outside Zhou Zhiguan.

Meng Ying, who was sweeping behind, saw clearly, and saw that Meng Ning was trampled to death by Wang Ba's war horse, he was angry and anxious, sad and angry, and his heart was broken, and he couldn't help but roar angrily.

Meng Ying took off his Mo Yuan lance from the victory hook of the war horse, and rushed straight towards Wang Ba.

Wang Ba was riding a war horse, circling around Meng Ning's corpse, when he suddenly heard the sound of hurried horses' hooves. He turned his head to look, only to see another Shu general running towards him.

The corners of his mouth rose, he laughed, raised the hammer in his hand with one hand, pointed at Meng Ying who came on horseback, and said loudly: "The name of the thief is the same name!"

Meng Ying didn't speak, and urged the horse to come to Wang Ba's approach, and the answer to him was to raise the lance and stab it, and go straight to Wang Ba's chest socket.

Wang Ba is also a master of the arts, he put the hammer down, blocked his chest with the hammer head, and greeted the Mo Yuan lance stabbed by the other party.

A loud bang was heard in the ear chakra, and the edge of Mo Yuan's lance stabbed firmly on the hammer, and a ball of sparks immediately burst out.

At that moment, Wang Ba felt that a thousand forces swept over. He sat on the horse and flew out upside down.

He flew backwards three meters away before his feet touched the ground, and then he stammered a few steps back to stabilize his body.

Wang Ba's face changed suddenly, of course he knew best how much strength he had, but the strength of this Shu general was only above him, not below him. Wang Ba hadn't relieved himself yet, and Meng Ying's war horse came close to him again.

Mo Yuan drew a flash of lightning in the air and smashed it into his head. Wang Ba didn't have time to dodge, so he could only try his best and parry upwards with a horizontal hammer.

When! There was another loud bang, and Wang Ba's body shook, he couldn't stand, and sat on the ground with his buttocks.

Meng Ying's war horse galloped past him, and at the moment when the war horse ran past, Meng Ying on horseback returned with another lance, and the edge went straight to the back of Wang Ba's head.

Wang Ba, who was sitting on the ground, reacted quickly, like a leather ball, and his body turned to the side, narrowly avoiding the opponent's killing moves. Da, da, da! The war horse ran out of a distance, Meng Ying pulled the reins, and the war horse turned around.

This is just a face, half a round, such a brave Wang Ba has been shocked off the horse by Meng Ying, and he is in danger.

Li Tong, who was standing at the head of the city, was shocked, he raised his hand and pointed at Meng Ying, and asked, "Who is this person?"

The soldiers of the Han army didn't know Meng Ying, and looking at Meng Ying who was holding a Mo Yuan lance outside the city, the second monk was puzzled for a while.

A guide from Hanzhong came to Li Tong and said cautiously: "Former general, he ...... He is Meng Ying, one of the Tiger Fierce Generals! ”

It turned out that this person was Meng Ying! Li Tong's eyes flashed, and he looked at Meng Ying carefully. Meng Ying was very tall, at least nine feet away. In the Han Dynasty, one foot was about twenty-two centimeters, nine feet away, which was equivalent to nearly two meters high.

Looking at her face, Meng Ying's appearance is good, with a Chinese face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a straight nose and a square mouth, a pair of starry eyes, blazing and amazingly bright.

The Moyuan lance in his hand, made of fine iron, was thicker and longer than an ordinary war lance, and its weight was heavier.

The war horse under his crotch is also unusual, the whole body is jet black, black and shiny, like a black horse, and he can't even find a single miscellaneous hair on his body.

This war horse is not only tall, but also unusually stout, and at first glance, it gives people a very cumbersome feeling, but when it runs, it is not bulky at all, and its speed is really like a black whirlwind.

Seeing this horse, a name naturally popped up in Li Tong's heart, Wu Hu!

Wu Hu was Xiang Yu's mount that year, following Xiang Yu, fighting in the north and south, and later Xiang Yu was forced to kill himself by the Wujiang River, and it is said that Wu Yu also committed suicide by throwing himself into the river.

Meng Ying is extraordinary, and the war horse under the crotch is even more extraordinary, this person and a horse, standing on the battlefield, a head taller, a person on his back, majestic, really like a god descending to earth.

Li Tong squinted his eyes and couldn't help nodding secretly, over the years, Gongsun Shu has really saved a lot of money in Shudi.

Gongsun Shu has more than 400,000 soldiers, known as one million to the outside world, and hundreds of generals under his command.

Li Tong was pondering in his heart that on the battlefield outside the city, Wang Ba and Meng Ying had already fought in one place. Wang Ba was shaken off his horse, and he fought on the ground, while Meng Ying rode a tall horse and fought on the horse.

The confrontation between these two people, one is below and the other is above, Meng Ying is riding a horse and fighting around Wang Ba.

At the beginning, Wang Ba could still have contacts with Meng Ying, both offensive and defensive, but as time went by, Wang Ba gradually became out of breath, and his nose and sideburns were beads of sweat.

On the other hand, Meng Ying is becoming more and more courageous the more he fights, flying up and down with a Mo Yuan lance, and his moves are not far from the key points of Wang Ba.

Seeing that Wang Ba was becoming more and more passive and dangerous the more he fought, Li Tongsheng was afraid that he would make a mistake, so he said urgently to the generals around him: "Mingjin!"

Li Tong gave an order, and the sound of a gong immediately sounded on the top of the city. When, when, when! The sharp sound of the gong reached the battlefield, Wang Ba used his strength to eat, and after blocking a heavy blow from Meng Ying, he roared and attacked several hammers in a row, taking advantage of the short gap that forced Meng Ying back, he pulled back, turned around and wanted to run back.

Meng Ning, his brother of the same clan and his junior brother, died in the hands of Wang Ba, how could Meng Ying let him go.

Meng Ying snapped, and Tima chased after him. Wang Ba's two legs, how can they outrun the four legs of a war horse, not to mention that Meng Ying's mount is still the same breed of BMW as the black horse back then.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Ying chased after Wang Ba's back, he gathered enough strength, aimed at the back of Wang Ba's head, and stabbed a spear. Hearing that the evil wind behind him is not good, Wang Ba can judge without looking back that the other party's killing move is coming again.

His figure running forward suddenly fell shorter, from running to turning forward, and the long lance that Meng Ying stabbed over almost brushed against Wang Ba's shoulder.

Meng Ying hurriedly stopped his horse, turned around and was about to take out the lance, at this time, Wang Ba's tumbling figure on the ground had stopped, his arm was raised outward, and a large handful of sand flew out of his palm, hitting Meng Ying's cheek.

Secretly screaming that it was not good, Meng Ying hurriedly raised his left hand, opened his palm, blocking his face, and popped, this sand and dirt all hit his palm.

In this fleeting moment, Wang Ba picked up the hammer and slammed the hind legs of the war horse.

People are on horses, they are on the ground, people are condescending, and they are fighting with their heads up, and the gap between the advantages and disadvantages is too big. The hammer that Wang Ba attacked was to hammer Meng Ying off the horse.

At this time, Meng Ying's palm was blocking the front of the door, and he couldn't see the hammer that Wang Ba smashed into the horse's leg, but an incredible scene appeared, the war horse saw Wang Ba's hammer sweeping over, realized the danger, and at the same time hissed, jumped up from the ground, and actually dodged Wang Ba's hammer.

This situation and this scene frightened the soldiers of the Han army present, is this war horse still fine? Wang Ba also looked sluggish, he didn't expect the war horse to be able to dodge his hammer without the control of the master.

Blocking the sand raised by Wang Ba with his palm, Meng Yingye had already reacted to what was going on, hating Wang Ba so much that the roots of his teeth itched.

He picked up the Mo Yuan lance, aimed it at Wang Ba's head, and smashed it down, eager to smash Wang Ba into pulp at once.

Wang Ba was still stunned, and when he reacted, Mo Yuan's lance had already smashed above his head. At this moment, a flash of lightning flashed from the oblique thorn, hitting Mo Yuan's lance.

Hearing a crisp sound, the Mo Yuan lance that originally smashed Wang Ba's head deviated to the side, and the powerful spear also smashed away.

Wang Ba, who reacted, immediately rolled backwards and went out a long way. Meng Ying didn't chase Wang Ba again, but turned his head to look, only to see a Han general urging the horse to come to his approach, and it was this Han general who just took out his sword and blocked his Mo Yuan lance.

Wang Ba's image is very ordinary, it may be that after Liu Xiu became emperor, his food of Fubo Hou has also improved a lot, and like Zhu You, he has begun to develop horizontally, with a fat head and big ears, and a big ball of meat.

So when Wang Ba rolled on the ground, there was no sense of disobedience.

And this Han general who came up later, his image is worse than Wang Ba, with a sallow face, lying silkworm eyebrows, big ring eyes, a collapsed nose, a big mouth, and a face with scars.

This Han general is the famous martial plague god, Ma Wu Ma Zizhang.

No matter who Meng Ying is, in short, if he dares to stop himself from avenging Meng Ning, he will die! Meng Ying roared angrily and smashed at Ma Wu with a lance. Ma Wu parried upwards with a horizontal sword.

When! With a crisp sound, the war horse under Ma Wu's crotch retreated backwards.

Meng Ying was unforgiving, urging Ma to catch up, and he had to continue to perform killing moves, and Ma Wu's nine-eared and eight-ring knife had swept over first. Meng Ying erected the Mo Yuan lance, and when it was long, the blade slashed at the lance, bursting out a large ball of sparks. Meng Ying retracted the lance, stabbed forward, and took the edge straight to Ma Wu's chest.

Ma Wu raised the long knife outward, and when it was long, the long lance that stabbed it was bounced away, and he slashed back and slashed at the opponent's waist.

Meng Ying was also quick to recruit, and once again blocked the Nine Ears and Eight Rings Knife with the Mo Yuan Lance. The two of them circled and fought in one place, and the crunch sound of clanging was endless.

In just an instant, the two have fought for more than 30 rounds. Li Tong at the head of the city had a solemn face, and shouted sideways: "Mingjin! Hurry up Mingjin! ”

This Meng Ying is really powerful, even if Ma Wu fights against him, he doesn't have the slightest advantage.

You must know that Ma Wu is also one of the best generals in the Han army, with a nine-eared and eight-ring knife, rampant in the world, and it is difficult to meet opponents. The current Meng Ying reminds Li Tong of the Big Mac of the year.

Ma Wu and Meng Ying did not distinguish the winner or loser, and when they heard the sound of gold coming from the city behind them, Ma Wu had no choice but to make a false move, dial the horse and leave.

Meng Ying shouted angrily, urging the horse to chase, he only chased not far away, and the arrows had already been shot down on the head of the city, Meng Ying could only rein in the horse, holding the lance to dial the arrows that flew over.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ma Wu, together with Wang Ba, who had previously retreated, with a thousand Han troops, all retreated to Zhouzhi Pass.

As soon as they returned, the soldiers guarding the gate closed the gate, bolted it to the door, and put wooden stakes on it.

After returning to the city, Ma Wu dismounted, followed the steps, and strode up to the top of the city, he came to Li Tong's approach, and asked in a rough voice: "Dimension, I haven't decided the winner with that thief, why do you want to mingjin?"

"The former general did a good job, if you continue to fight, you will be in danger!" Wang Ba, who followed Ma Wu to the top of the city, muttered beside him. Ma Wu turned his head and glared at him angrily, and said in a cold voice, "You are useless for me like you?"

Wang Ba said indignantly: "If I hadn't accidentally fallen off the horse, how could he have defeated me?" As he spoke, his eyes drooped and he said, "Look at your hands first!"

Ma Wu was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously looked at his hands, and it was only at this time that he realized that there were many small cracks in his palms, and blood was slowly oozing out, which was injured in the fight between him and Meng Ying.

When the two clashed, Ma Wu was in a high degree of tension, the nerves in his body were tense to the extreme, he couldn't feel the pain in his palms at all, and it was only now that he felt that his palms were numb with tingling pain.