The sword light and sword shadows, the flames in the sky, the deafening feedback of the killing shouts, and the wailing sound resounded like a ghost crying under the entire Yulu Mountain.

The spears in the hands of the soldiers of the two armies were bloody, and their figures kept falling into pools of blood on the ground, and the battle of tens of thousands of people was so spectacular and sad.

Chu Feifan stopped the soldiers, and looked at Zhao Wuling with eyes like knives: "General Zhao, my army is like a broken bamboo to take Jingzhou, and the two cities of Xuzhou are like entering a no-man's land. Now that the two armies are fighting at the foot of Lushan, the general has no way to retreat, but the widow has an idea, I wonder if the general is willing to hear it. ”

Zhao Wuling was stunned, and did not answer Chu Feifan's words, but tightly held the nine-ring broadsword in his hand, and watched vigilantly around at any time, ready to fight to the death.

"General Zhao, the widow is determined to seize the imperial city of Fengyun Kingdom, and Jingzhou City has not taken it to heart at all, but the widow does not want to see too many sacrifices of soldiers, wouldn't it be better if this war could be solved without blood."

"General Zhao is afraid and unwilling to die all his soldiers under Yulu Mountain, as long as General Zhao abandons the secret and surrenders to the command of the widow, General Zhao is still the commander of Jingzhou City, and he can't help but give the general more glory to such a widow."

"New Emperor Zichu, if you want General Ben to surrender to your account, it's just a fool's dream. Although I, Zhao Wuling, am a martial artist, I also know the truth that loyal ministers do not matter to the two masters. ”

"The food of the king, the matter of loyalty to the king."

"As the commander of Jingzhou City in Fengyun Country, even if I die on the battlefield and throw my body at the foot of Lushan, I have no regrets, and I want to pass it on as a good story in future generations."

Zhao Wuling's voice was sonorous and powerful, every word was beautiful, and the expression on his face was firm, Jiayuan heard his words and glanced sideways at Chu Feifan: "Your Majesty, why bother talking to him, such a pedantic and loyal person is simply unreasonable." ”

"The emperor has ordered that the last general is willing to step forward and take his head!"

Chu Feifan turned to look at Jiayuan, a chuckle appeared on his face, and his eyes stayed on Zhao Wuling: "General Zhao, loyalty is the most important character that a courtier should have, but born in troubled times, General Zhao is afraid that he will not be able to achieve great achievements with such a martial mind!" ”

"Hugh has to say more, see!"

Zhao Wuling shouted angrily, and without the slightest hesitation, he drove forward, and the nine-ring broadsword that emitted cold light in his hand slashed down in the air, falling towards Chu Feifan's leader.

"Stop hurting my lord!"

"Stop hurting my lord!"

Lin Chong and Jia Yuan were the shortest distance away from Chu Feifan, and when they saw Zhao Wuling raising their knives to attack, both of them roared angrily, and they rushed towards Zhao Wuling with a wave of the blade in their hands.

Chu Feifan sighed lightly, he knew that a person like Zhao Wuling, who admired force and had a loyal temperament, was afraid that he wanted to subdue him unless he could defeat him personally. Only with strong force can it be subservient.

That's it.

Chu Feifan clenched the Divine Dragon Battle Heavenly Halberd with one hand, rode his horse forward, and glanced at Lin Chong and Jiayuan, who were already fighting fiercely with Zhao Wuling: "The two generals will retreat first and leave him to the widow." ”

Lin Chong and Jiayuan are both fierce generals in the army, and the existence of the three armies of Yongguan, but even so, the two of them only had a draw with Zhao Wuling in the next three rounds.

The reason why Chu Feifan didn't want to kill Zhao Wuling was because he took a fancy to his strong force, although such a person was relatively simple-minded, but if he controlled it, he was undoubtedly a tiger general who made the enemy fearful.

Lin Chong and Jiayuan heard Chu Feifan's voice, turned around and rushed towards the army in the fierce battle, leaving only Chu Feifan and Zhao Wuling to confront each other.

The two of them had a strong fighting intent, and a battle of dragons and tigers was about to break out, and Chu Feifan smiled at the corner of his mouth: "General Zhao, the widow has always been more cherished, if you defeat the widow, I promise to let you live." ”

"But if the widow defeats you, how about the general agreeing to submit to the widow?"

"If you want to fight, you will fight, where is there so much nonsense?"

"General Zhao didn't dare to agree, could it be that he didn't have confidence in his martial arts?"

"Hahaha.........."

Chu Feifan's hearty laughter echoed in the dark night sky, and only monstrous battle intent was left in his slightly narrowed eyes.

"Kill!"

The nine-ring broadsword in Zhao Wuling's hand spun rapidly on the figure, the majestic and vast force in his body penetrated through his arm, and the broadsword clenched in both hands fell in the air and collided with the Divine Dragon Battle Heavenly Halberd that Chu Feifan had attacked.

The two fought together, without too many fancy moves, it was completely a collision and contest of strength, Zhao Wuling thought that Chu Feifan, who was thin in front of him, would not be able to withstand his fierce attack at all.

But after dozens of rounds, Chu Feifan still looked indifferent, and the vast attack power released by the halberd in his hand made Zhao Wuling a little unbearable.

The halberd in Chu Feifan's hand weighed two hundred catties, coupled with the huge power of the overlord's inheritance and the release of the eighteen single-handed picks, Zhao Wuling was not defeated after dozens of rounds, which was enough to show his strength.

Zhao Wuling turned around from his horse, sweat slid down his cheeks under his helmet, his arm holding the nine-ring broadsword trembled, and his eyes were full of shock.

"Such a strong force is simply astonishing!"

"General Zhao, the outnumbered force is above you, and now the opportunity is still in front of you, it depends on whether you can grasp it!"

"Death or surrender, the choice is yours!"

Chu Feifan's domineering voice sounded, and his eyes looked at Zhao Wuling, who looked shocked, as if he was waiting for his answer, and he didn't rush to make a move.

"What's the point of dying?"

"Even if I die on the battlefield tonight, five hundred years later, I, Zhao Wuling, will also be a good man, don't want me to surrender to you!"

"Suffer death!"

The blade of the big knife in Zhao Wuling's hand rotated, and the blade that struck from the sky slashed towards Chu Feifan's figure, and his eyes flashed with a strong killing intent.

"It's so sad that it's stubborn and can't eat the ancients!"

"Bang!"

Chu Feifan held the halberd in both hands and blocked the big knife that Zhao Wuling had slashed by beside him, and the violent impact made Zhao Wuling feel pain in his arms, but a look of disgust appeared on Chu Feifan's face.

"The widow originally wanted to take you under his command to serve, and he didn't hesitate to kill the killer, but I didn't expect you to be so ignorant, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Let's talk about it.

Chu Feifan raised his hand and forcefully knocked out the blade that Zhao Wuling had slashed on the handle of the halberd, and there was a hidden overlord divine power in his arms, and under one blow, Zhao Wuling's figure fell to the horse, and the big knife in his hand roared.

"Huh!"

Zhao Wuling's waist stood up hard, and when he raised his knife and wanted to attack Chu Feifan again, he saw a long halberd emitting cold light piercing through the empty barrier and attacking him, everything that happened to the starlight flint sword caught him off guard.

"Whew!"

Chu Feifan saw Zhao Wuling's figure suddenly rise, and wanted to withdraw the halberd in his hand, but he released it with eighteen picks with one hand, and it was already difficult to change his attack route, and in desperation, the halberd penetrated his neck.

In the past years, Zhao Wuling, the commander of Jingzhou City, was cut off from his horse and fell to the ground.

"Bang!"

The nine-ring broadsword slammed off the ground and rebounded, emitting a loud sound, and all the soldiers of Jingzhou City stopped the attack in their hands one after another, looking back at Zhao Wuling who was lying in a pool of blood.

Chu Feifan raised his head suddenly, his gaze was withdrawn from Zhao Wuling's figure on the ground, and he looked around, the long halberd in his hand that was still dripping blood was raised high, and a majestic voice sounded.

"Those who abandon their weapons and surrender will not be killed, and those who resist will not be forgiven!"

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