In Murong Yong's eyes, thousands of troops and horses are not comparable to the death of the eldest brother.

Therefore, he looked at Yang Shuang's head more than anything else, not to mention losing Xihai City, even if he lost Heyuan City, as long as he could kill Yang Shuang, he thought it was worth it!

Yes, seeing the iron cavalry rushing into the camp, his own side was defeated several times, and the soldiers who had no confidence at all were scurrying around with a panicked face, Murong Yong was not surprised but rejoiced.

Golden opportunity!

In his cognition, Yang Shuang is indeed powerful.

But so what?

At the beginning, he and the eldest brother could almost kill him, not to mention the third brother who has the highest combat power now!

Murong Yong was very excited, he didn't move forward with his gun, jumped into the air and directly used it as a stick to draw.

"Die!"

Murong Fuyun's speed was not slow, and the iron spear, which was almost the same as Murong Xin's Xuanshui gun, shook lightly, and the end gun stabbed straight in all directions.

Yang Shuang has been searching for the Murong brothers since he entered the barracks.

Now I see them popping out on their own, and while they are secretly happy in their hearts, they still don't know.

When the two brothers were less than a foot close to him, and the weapon was less than two feet away from his heart, Yang Shuang suddenly threw the shield behind his back, and immediately swept away with his sword.

Bite! Bite!

With two soft sounds, the Murong brothers pulled back.

"Yo! Who am I, it turned out to be the second and youngest of Murong San's fools, what's the matter? Missed your big brother? Today, grandpa will send your family to a reunion! With that, Yang Shuang blessed his upper body with all the skills he could use, and then jumped off the horse, holding a knife and a shield and walking to the opposite side.

Brother Murong's eyes were a little dazed.

The bald head in front of me seems to be a little different from what I know!

No!

It's a big difference, they're not alone at all!

Originally, Yang Shuang was just a fierce general on the battlefield in the hearts of the two.

But now, what a beast!

It's like the tiger that just started to practice martial arts when he was a child, and the second uncle took the two of them deep into the dangerous river and met by chance.

Murong Fuyun's face was vigilant, "Second brother, go!" Don't fight! ”

It's a pity that even if Murong Yong senses the abnormality and hates hatred, he will be completely fearless of everything.

"Kill!"

Bite!

The speed of the spear was faster than the last time, but Yang Shuang's battle shield resisted faster, and he even had time to tilt the shield surface, resist the power from the spear head to one side, wave his right hand, and chop out the horse slashing knife.

Murong Fuyun saw the second brother make a move, and without hesitation, he swung his gun and swept towards the war horse in mid-air.

While!

The two brothers clamped Yang Shuang one after the other, the former hit the shield, the latter blocked the gun, and the three of them went back and forth, fighting dozens of times in the chaotic army.

Originally, Yang Shuang was still a little struggling with one battle and two, but as time went by, relying on the breath induction brought by the Tiger Wing Array, he used two things, and found that he was more and more comfortable with one battle and two battles.

Shield shock, shield block, shield royal, shield beat, shield sweep!

Knife chopping, knife chopping, knife picking

When the battle was excited, Yang Shuang even threw the battle shield out coldly.

However, Murong Yong has been guarding against this move, and he has not gained anything.

The left arm is slightly relaxed, but the right hand is a little strained.

It's not how strong Murong Fuyun is, but the moves are extremely insidious, and the guns are tricky and weird!

Ma Dan, did this guy get the true inheritance of his second uncle?

Yang Shuang scolded secretly, raised his head and glanced at the party members who were blocked in the siege and miserable.

In the past two quarters of an hour, they finally could not bear the casualties and began to retreat.

The black man riding the pig moved forward, and Lu Xiaobu, who was not seriously injured, slid down the city wall.

The two are ready to go head-to-head?!

Almost!

After fighting with Murong Sanjin, Yang Shuang, who returned to the city, did not eat much food, so his physical strength had not fully recovered.

The three of them have been fighting for so long, although he didn't feel tired and tired, but his stomach was hungry!

Therefore, Yang Shuang decided to enlarge the move!

His target is still not Murong Yong, but Murong Fuyun, who has a one-handed Yin Damage marksmanship, that is, the Third Prince of the West Sea!

Bang bang bang!

Knock the shield three times, the violent tiger Feng He!

After using it so many times in the past two years, Yang Shuang already knew some details of this skill.

For example, you can indeed cross the river in the water, but this water must be a river, if it is a lake, slide a hundred meters directly into the water, silt or something, it is good to say, if you hit the stubborn rock, it is estimated that this life will be over!

And on land, the distance from oneself to the target, is only thirty meters, no more, no less.

At this distance, it is possible to steer, but not by forty-five degrees!

Therefore, when the Tiger Wing Array is blessed and the spiritual power is highly concentrated, Yang Shuang can carry out the transformation of virtual and real moves on the way to this thirty-meter path, and use it to use the enemy generals in the team who are almost the same as himself!

Is Murong Yong powerful?

Yang Shuang thinks that he is not very good, he has a good body and legendary marksmanship, but he can't exert his maximum power.

Therefore, Murong Yong can hardly pose a threat, and his role is only to contain it.

On the other hand, Murong Fuyun, this guy already has Murong Xin's ** level, his moves are deadly, and every shot he throws out, he needs to use all his strength to deal with it!

In the younger generation, compared with him, the bearded guest, Yu Juluo, Yang Yichen, Pei Renji, Shang Shifu, etc., it is definitely a top-notch existence.

If it weren't for the blessing of all the skills just now, which almost doubled his strength, it would be impossible for Yang Shuang to play with one enemy and two enemies.

Violent Tiger Feng He used it, and since the two of them were only two or three meters apart, the sword and shield phantom slashed through, pushing Murong Fuyun, who was holding the gun to block, quickly slid backwards.

Murong Yong was slightly stunned, not knowing what was going on for a while.

By the time he reacted, Yang Shuang had already slapped the heavy shield on the barrel of the gun held high by Murong Fuyun, like a giant hammer smashing a nail, ramming the calves of the people below into the soft ground.

"The third child!"

Murong Yong wailed and stabbed his gun at Yang Shuang's heart.

Burst!

Murong Fuyun couldn't answer at all.

The strength just now reached a thousand jun, even if the copper tripods in the palace of my hometown were combined, it was estimated that there was no such terrifying slashing power!

The moment the giant shield slammed into the barrel of the gun, he felt the bones of his whole body crackle!

Sour! Hemp! Pain!

Thankfully, he's still moving!

Murong Fuyun gritted his teeth and waved his gun to force Yang Shuang back, and quickly jumped out of the soil.

I didn't think that before my toes left the ground, a stinky footprint was in my chest.

Bang!

Burst!

Yang Shuang blocked Murong Yong's direct stab with his back shield, and while slashing the horse back and smashing it behind with the barrel of the gun, he raised his right leg, turned around, twisted his leg, and kicked!

With spiral strength

Wow, no, it's almost twelve o'clock, let me have a hundred words on the water, and when it will be changed, it will be three minutes, and it will not affect the subscription.

The strength just now reached a thousand jun, even if the copper tripods in the palace of my hometown were combined, it was estimated that there was no such terrifying slashing power!

The moment the giant shield slammed into the barrel of the gun, he felt the bones of his whole body crackle!

Sour! Hemp! Pain!

Thankfully, he's still moving!

Murong Fuyun gritted his teeth and waved his gun to force Yang Shuang back, and quickly jumped out of the soil.

I didn't think that before my toes left the ground, a stinky footprint was in my chest.

Bang!

Burst!

Yang Shuang blocked Murong Yong's direct stab with his back shield, and while slashing the horse back and smashing it behind with the barrel of the gun, he raised his right leg, turned around, twisted his leg, and kicked!

With spiral strength