Cloth and dodge the flying bowl, and drew a steel knife to hold Zhuotier's scimitar. A backhand attack forced Zhuo Tieer to take a step back.

"If you can catch my Zhuo Tie'er knife, you still have two more hits! You can leave your name under the knife of the first warrior of my Tumut, Drutiel! Zottiel stepped back, holding his scimitar to his chest and shouted.

Buhe's face didn't change much, and he still said with a smile: "My name is Buhe!" When you die, you become a ghost and know who to seek revenge! ”

"Mongols? After helping the Han Dynasty, the faces of the warriors on the grassland were thrown into you, you defiled the grassland, let your blood purify this grassland today! When he learned that Buhe was a Mongol, he was furious and slashed at Buhe with his sword.

Bu He raised his knife to fight back, and the two sides fought together, "It's you who defile the grassland!" You guys are burning and looting everywhere, if it weren't for you, there wouldn't have been so many deaths on the grassland! ”

Zhuo Tieer looked up to the sky and smiled: "Hahaha! Bu and your wife are really, if the grassland does not attack each other, it will not be able to feed so many people.

Cattle and sheep will eat up the entire pasture, and then the grassland will become a desert, and people will not be able to live on the grassland.

The weak should be exterminated, they don't deserve pasture at all. This is the decision of the Immortal Heaven, and no one can change it. Today you are going to die on this grassland, because you are a weakling! ”

Buhe had a very difficult time fighting with Zotier, who was known as the first warrior of Tumut and had a certain strength. After more than a dozen moves, Buhe gradually fell into the disadvantage, and was forced to retreat again and again by Zhuo Tieer.

On the other side, the battle between the Mongols and the Black Horse Club was in a state of anxiety, and the people of the Black Horse Club stood closely together. Let the Mongols attack, and several people will shoot at the same time.

The collective strength made up for their lack of combat power, and although the Mongols were able to kill one person, several other knives would also kill them.

The Mongols relied on their physical strength to roam the side of the Black Horse Club. They are not in a hurry to attack, and when the people of the Dark Horse Club are tired, it is time for them to harvest.

The Black Horse Society did not seem to be in a hurry to engage the Mongols, and the two sides actually confronted each other. Occasionally they fight together in some places, but in a short time they can tell the winner.

Zhuo Tieer slashed horizontally, and Bu He retreated a step slower. A wound was cut in the chest by Zhuotieer's knife, and Zhuotieer withdrew the scimitar and licked the blood on the scimitar with his tongue.

A cruel smile appeared on his face: "I tasted the smell of fear, you are afraid." Feel relieved! My scimitar is very sharp, and it must be very quick to cut your neck.

You may die if you don't feel pain, and you should really thank me for my kindness. When you die, there will be countless wild wolves here that will gnaw at your body, and then turn into wolf dung and become a part of the grassland! ”

Buhe pouted and said, "What you lick is the smell of urine in your crotch!" On the contrary, my steel knife is very blunt. I will use this blunt knife to cut off your flesh little by little, and throw it on the grassland to purify this pasture! ”

Zhuo Tieer was disgusted by Buhe, and Tie Qing looked at Buhe again with a blue face and a knife. But this time, he swung the knife a little slower, and was easily framed by the cloth and kicked him in the chest.

Riding on the grass and feeling his head dizzy, he shook his head vigorously and stood up from the ground.

Two shadows had already appeared in front of him, and his vision had become blurred. Weakly raised the steel knife and waved it a few times in the air, Zhuo Tieer felt that the strength of his body was passing quickly.

"The First Warrior of Tumut! Feeling dizzy and dizzy? I said I had to take a piece of your flesh and blood to purify this pasture.

How could I not be prepared when I knew you were coming? The sake is delicious because I add a little spice to it.

What do you think? The First Warrior of Tumut, are you still used to drinking this taste? Ha ha!! Buhe walked towards Zhuo Tieer step by step.

When he heard this, he was furious, and he pointed his scimitar at Buhe and roared, "You despicable villain! I even drugged in wine! You are not worthy to be a citizen of the Immortal Heaven at all, you are a demon, you will go to the eighteenth layer of hell and never be able to transcend life! ”

Buhe was not angry at all, and still walked towards Zhuo Tieer unhurriedly. He said slowly: "I don't know if I can go to hell, but you are going to die today!"

Your immortal heaven can't save you, and those living Buddha monks can't save you, you will definitely die today! Oh! That's right! I forgot to tell you one thing, I don't believe in Immortal Heaven anymore. I only believe in Da Shuai! ”

"I'll kill you!" Zhuo Tieer was angry with Buhe, and used the last strength of his body to rush towards Buhe. Although the cloth in his eyes had already ghosted, he still used all his strength to slash his last sword.

The two staggered, and Buhe put away the steel knife and strolled towards Steward Fan, who had already looked stupid. Behind him, Zotier's body swayed and fell to the ground, a terrible wound appeared on his neck.

Blood was pouring out of his neck, staining the green grass beneath his body.

Steward Fan's eyes widened, and he pointed to the cloth and said, "Don't come here!" I warn you, I'm the Fan family, don't come here! ……”

He was so frightened that his body trembled and he fell backwards.

The battle on the other side had also come to an end, and when the drug in the wine broke out, the Mongols were unsteady on their feet.

The Dark Horse Club finally waited for the opportunity to counterattack, put away the knife and killed the Mongols who were present.

These Mongols of the Tumut tribe never dreamed that the Fan caravans, who had always traded fairly with them, would be drugged with wine, and by the time the power of the medicine had flinched on, it was already too late.

A Mongolian horse was tied to a weeping Steward with a rope, and no one listened to his pleas for mercy. The knight on the horse grabbed the horse's belly, and the horse rushed out quickly.

At first, Steward Fan was able to keep up with the speed of the war horse, but after the war horse ran up, he was pulled to the ground by the rope. There were large and small stones among the weeds on the ground, and they didn't drag out for long, and Steward Fan was drenched in blood.

Bu He didn't look at the dragged Steward Fan again, and said, "Brothers! Let's go home, I believe that Mr. Tang has set up camp and is waiting for us to go over! ”

The rest of the Dark Horse Club members made a big promise, happily driving the cart and leading the war horse into the distance.

Buhe glanced at the members of the Dark Horse Club who were talking and laughing, and thought to himself: "They must be made excellent cavalrymen!" Your hard life has just begun, and I hope you all will persevere! ”

In the mountains of the eighteen cliffs, nearly 1,000 people are cutting wood to build camps. Tang Ruowang was in the middle of the command, ordering one person after another to build the walled walls and wooden houses.

Looking at a wooden house with a cross, Tang Ruowang's face showed a smile.

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