The idea of King Hanyang is wonderful. [Full text reading. 】

But the reality gave him a deafening slap in the face.

Having never seen the ferocity of the Eighteenth of the Underworld, they would never have realized that there would be such a brutal and bloodthirsty person, whose bloodlust is more akin to the bestiality of animals, and they are completely engaged in battle with the instinct of survival.

As soon as the king of Hanyang fought with several of them, he found that the tacit understanding of these people had reached a terrifying level.

"Don't make a fuss! Hurry up and fix it. ”

When Mo Fei was fighting with Long Wei, he glanced over here, and saw that several of them were watching, and a few of them were fighting, obviously with the intention of playing tricks on King Hanyang, so he said angrily.

When the rest of the Eighteen Horsemen heard this, they laughed wryly, but these people have always been obedient to orders, and now that they have received orders, more than a dozen people suddenly rushed up.

According to King Hanyang's assumption, although the strength of these people is strong, their strength is limited, and even if they are added together, they are only a large number of people, adding to the burden. However, when everyone really made a move, King Hanyang didn't even have a chance to fight back.

The second child looked at the embarrassed King of Hanyang and sneered: "It's just a nine-vein martial artist, and I really think I have a few catties and a few taels." Hum! Don't play anymore! ”

After the second child finished speaking, the rest of the people looked at each other, and suddenly, the dwarf stepped forward in an instant, and several phantoms surrounded the king of Hanyang, and the king of Hanyang had not yet fought back, and the rest of the people all stepped forward.

"Click!" The wrist of the king of Hanyang fell, and the king of Hanyang at this time had no power to fight back, and the moves of the eighteen horsemen of the Cangying were strange and interlocking, and he shot at one of them, and he would seal himself a few lives. And if he takes self-preservation, he will be completely passive.

Therefore, when the wrist of the King of Hanyang was dislocated, the Eighteen Horsemen of Cangying even left him a chance to breathe, and the big man of the Iron Tower pinched his big hand and pulled it hard, and the entire arm of the King of Hanyang was torn off from his body.

"Ah, this king is going to kill"

"Click" Before King Hanyang finished speaking, his other arm was split by the palm of the thirteenth sister, and the palm of the thirteenth sister was stained with the blood of the king of Hanyang, but the thirteenth sister still wanted the king of Hanyang to cast a smile that looked very sincere.

Seeing this situation, the soldiers who were ready to come forward to rescue the soldiers under the city tower retreated timidly.

And the Eighteen Horsemen didn't care about the movements of those little minions at all, and no one else abused King Hanyang, and then, King Hanyang's two legs and wrists were also broken. The Tang Hanyang King, who was still majestic just now, instantly looked like a crippled dog that would be abused to death.

And a sharp sword in the old eighteen's hand was still quickly stabbing at the King of Hanyang as if he was making handicrafts. However, each sword has never involved vital points, and it has the feeling that the king of Hanyang cannot survive and cannot die.

"Bang! Boom! "Two sounds, the left and right entourages of the King of Hanyang who fought against Yaya fell to the ground and fought against Yaya, and as soon as these two people fell into the inferior position, they were completely suppressed by Yaya with the oblique moon sword technique. After returning to Zhongzhou and experiencing so many battles, Yaya has long been tired of this kind of cat-and-mouse abuse game, so the sword in her hand does not leave a trace of mercy.

When the two attendants landed, they were already lying on the ground, as if they had become half-dead people with more air in and less breath.

With the end of the battle here, Mo Fei also ended his own battle, and the twenty dragon guards were all lying on the ground either dead or wounded.

King Hanyang was extremely angry when he saw that all the forces around him had been disintegrated by Mo Fei, and he was even more angry to death because he had now become a wasted person. However, as the prince and grandson of the Heavenly Family, he has been pampered since he was a child, and even though he is now like pork on a chopping board to be slaughtered, King Hanyang still maintains his pride.

King Hanyang looked at Mo Fei, snorted coldly, and said in a commanding tone: "Let people save me!" Today's matter, I can make the royal brother lightly. ”

After hearing this, Mo Fei smiled angrily and said, "Do you think you can leave alive today?" ”

The King of Hanyang was stunned, although he was angry, he said in a slightly angry tone: "Then what do you want?" Kill me? Do you know how serious the consequences of killing me are? ”

"I really don't know if the prince is really stupid or pretending to be stupid, do you think I came here today to play around with you?" After Mo Fei finished speaking sarcastically, he continued: "The lives of more than 200,000 soldiers in Yancheng and the lives of more than 1 million soldiers in Yanyun, you can't pay it back with a hundred!" ”

"That's the order of the royal brother, this king is not this king"

Mo Fei glanced at King Hanyang and sneered: "There is a debtor who is wronged, and you can't guarantee that it will not be him tomorrow." ”

After hearing this, King Hanyang gasped vigorously and said in disbelief: "What? You're going to kill even the royal brother! You're a big rebel! Plotting to usurp the throne, you"

"Lord Wang, you have too many words." As soon as Mo Fei finished speaking, Lao Bayi strode forward, grabbed the head of the King of Hanyang with one hand, and the body of the King of Hanyang with the other, and pulled the two hands to both sides, and the head and body of the King of Hanyang were immediately divided into two halves.

The soldiers and dragon guards under the castle tower looked at the king of Hanyang, whose body and head were separated, and his nose was shaking and panting until he died, his eyes were round, and the blood on his skull was gushing out, and his heart was full of fear.

The only younger brother of the Tang Emperor, the king of Hanyang, who led millions of people to defend one side, this famous prince in the world, died on the tower of Bazhou City.

What kind of existence are these people!

The executioners in the world and the impermanent ghosts in the underworld have probably never been so ruthless.

Mo Fei looked at the messy city tower, and rode down the city tower with the eighteen members of the firmament, and as soon as he got off the tower, all the eighteen horsemen of the city tower stopped and looked at Zhou Chutian in the alley of the long street.

Even if Zhou Chutian has galloped on the battlefield all his life and is accustomed to seeing bloody wind and rain, he can't help but feel a little frightened, this kind of fear is not the real fear in his heart, but an involuntary fear.

At this moment, on the long street, countless soldiers crowded over, took bows and arrows, and aimed at the eighteen cavalry led by Mo Fei on the long street.

Mo Fei looked at the group of soldiers, suddenly smiled, and then looked at Zhou Chutian. Zhou Chutian and Mo Fei looked at each other from a distance, and they were speechless.

After a long time, Zhou Chutian swallowed a mouthful of saliva before saying, "Let them go." ”

The soldiers hesitated, and Zhou Chutian said expressionlessly, as if stating a fact: "Let them go." ”

The soldiers immediately made way of a passage, Mo Fei and Yaya walked forward, just a few steps, Zhou Chutian asked behind him: "Mo Gongzi, are you going to Chang'an?" ”

Mo Fei knew that Zhou Chutian's question was to know if he was going to find trouble with the emperor, Mo Fei did not look back, but admonished: "General Zhou, don't forget, you are also responsible for the lives of millions of soldiers in the sixteen counties of Yanyun." ”

After Mo Fei finished speaking, Zhou Chutian trembled, and when he looked up again, Mo Fei and the Eighteen Riders had already disappeared on the long street. To be continued.