Huang Zu's face was gloomy as water, Murong Ping's difficulty was far beyond his expectations, if it was an ordinary army general, in this case, not to mention a desperate counterattack, I am afraid that after the weapon was sent flying, he would have lost the courage to fight again, this Murong Ping was full of toughness, he refused to give up, although his fist was very hard, after all, it was flesh and blood, for the four killing machines conjured up by stacking guns, as the person who made the move, Huang Zu knew the strength contained in it better than anyone else, this Murong Ping was hard, and half of the bones of his fists must have been shattered, but nothing happened, The body burst out, and he actually took the initiative to kill Huang Zu.

"It's a man, you are so tough, but it has aroused the determination in the general's heart to kill you." A sneer appeared at the corner of Huang Zu's mouth, and the stacked guns in his hand stabbed out again, his body was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, closed tightly, and the murderous intent in his eyes bloomed, as cold as substance.

"Boom~"

It was another tough one, the barrel of the stacked guns in Huang Zu's hand was bent, and Murong Ping on the opposite side took more than a dozen steps backwards, staggering backwards, and the aisle made of soil was instantly cracked, and more than a dozen soldiers around him hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

"Don't come here." Murong Ping's whole body was scurrying around, the scales of his armor were crooked and messy, and he couldn't hold back the discomfort all over his body, and hurriedly shouted.

It's a pity that it's still slow, the dozen or so soldiers rushed over, and the faster one just stretched out his hand to support Murong Ping, but his body trembled, and a dark energy rushed into his body like an electric current, this soldier was only a monk on the battlefield, he had never practiced martial arts, and his body had not even developed a dantian, so he couldn't resist that trace of dark energy at all, his body was like being struck by lightning, the corner of his mouth was bleeding, and he was instantly hit hard and collapsed to the ground.

"Don't come near me."

Murong Ping is already the last of the strong crossbow, and he can hold on until now, only by virtue of the breath in his heart to support, he knows that as long as he holds on for a while, reinforcements will come, based on this thought, he has always been afraid that he will faint to death, if he falls, no one in the entire Shilou defenders will be able to stop Huang Zu, when the time comes, Shilou will definitely be captured, and his battle will be meaningless.

"Aren't you dead yet?" On the other side, Huang Zu had no idea of slowing down the offensive at all, and the barrels of the stacked guns bounced back instantly, and his body exploded, killing him close again.

"Block him." More than a dozen soldiers hurriedly blocked in front of Murong Ping, their spears pointed at Huang Zu, their faces were resolute, and they formed a wall to protect Murong Ping.

"Look for death." How could Huang Zu put these ordinary soldiers in his eyes, and the strength of the tiger and wolf in the state is the superposition of the strength of the entire army, not the strength of the individual, for Huang Zu, a general who has practiced martial arts since childhood and watched the martial arts of celebrities all over the world, it is not at the same level at all, will the tiger reason with the weak ants?

The answer is yes, Huang Zu spit out two 'looking for death' from his mouth, his body burst up like a whirlwind, the stacks of guns swept, stabbed violently one after another, and between breaths, more than a dozen bodies didn't even have time to scream, and their lives were taken.

Killed more than a dozen soldiers in a row, but Huang Zu did not have a sense of superiority, his eyes were always fixed on Murong Ping, and the soldiers of Gan Ning and other guards and Huang Biao's battalion who came from behind had gradually climbed the city wall, and even seized an area, which was slowly expanding, and the situation of the stone building was instantly precarious.

"Retreat to the second line of defense, hurry." Murong Ping ordered with some hesitation, seeing that more and more enemy troops were pouring onto the city wall, and there were already drastic holes in the defense of the city tower, Murong Ping could only helplessly let the surviving more than 600 soldiers retreat into the second line of defense mentioned in the mouth.

"Take care of yourself first." But here, Huang Zu's haunting figure reappeared, this time, his face was extremely solemn, it seemed that he didn't want to play the game of cat and mouse anymore, looking at Murong Ping's eyes, like a dead man, the stacks of guns in his hands were dragging on the ground, and a narrow trace appeared along the ground where the soil was poured.

Murong Ping's heart was cold, knowing that Huang Zu no longer had the slightest patience, from the fact that there was no trace of banter in his eyes, Murong Ping already knew that the real life and death had come.

"Haven't you come yet?" Murong Ping glanced at the western side, and smiled a little bitterly in his heart, it seems that he can't escape this catastrophe today, and the stone building will eventually become the most important journey in his life.

The person who wanted to wait hadn't arrived yet, but the person who didn't want to see it had already arrived with a killing machine, Murong Ping's face froze, he no longer had any hope, picked up a scattered spear from the ground, stood up with some difficulty, and confronted Huang Zu less than ten steps away.

"Drink~"

"Ha~"

The two tacit words, the burly Murong Ping, and the short Huang Zu, burst out one after another, spears came out, the cold light came, the air flow reversed, the air flowed, and those few muffled sounds, like thunder in a big drought day, made people feel extremely uncomfortable in their hearts, dull and magnificent.

"Boom~"

"Click~"

"Knock~"

Smoke and dust billowed up in the sky, and the sound of weapon bombardment, like a duck choked by the throat, stopped instantly, and suddenly it was terrifyingly quiet.

Gan Ning, who was fighting, had been paying attention to the fight between the two, and the iron chain in his hand slapped the chest of a soldier in the state, Gan Ning turned to look at it, staring at the smoke and dust, his ears trembled slightly, and he was quite curious.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, the figures of the two were revealed, Huang Zu had a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and he grabbed the barrel of the gun with one hand, and the head of the gun had already sunk into Murong Ping's chest on the opposite side, and he was seven points into his body, only to see a few red spears scattered outside.

The spear in Murong Ping's hand snapped and snapped in an instant, and the head of the spear was pitted, and it was actually deformed by the stacked guns cast of stainless steel.

The head of the stacked guns in his chest was submerged in his body, but Murong Ping's eyes were much calmer, and he looked straight at Huang Zu opposite, without a single word.

"If you can force me to use the Moro gun, you will die with honor." Xu is sympathy between martial artists, although Huang Zu is arrogant, he does not lose the sincerity of a martial artist, Murong Ping is an opponent worthy of respect, even if Huang Zu is eager to dismantle it in his heart, but when it comes to the moment of killing him, the tyrannical killing machine in Huang Zu's heart has dispersed eight layers, and what remains is mostly the emotion that Murong Ping would rather die than surrender.

"Get you on your way." Huang Zu gently pushed his arm, and the stacked guns were submerged again, and the barrel of the guns rotated slightly, and Murong Ping, who had already left the most breathless breath, was instantly crushed in his heart, and his eyes turned black, and he was completely killed.

At the last moment, Murong Ping's heart suddenly became unusually calm, and the moment he fell to the ground, he seemed to hear the thick wheezing sound and the trampling sound of the horse's hooves.

"Zhou Cang, you bastard." This is the last thought that Murong Ping knows in this life, not remembrance, nor unwillingness, but tranquility, followed Yuan Shao at the age of fourteen, and later integrated into Yuan Shang's command, his life is not brilliant, the only thing that he can't let go of is the pair of children.

"Ting'er, Wu'er." Murong Ping fell to the ground suddenly, but his eyes did not close.

"Captain." On the tower of the city, the surviving hundreds of soldiers of the state let out a wail, shook their opponents one after another, and gathered to Murong Ping's side.

"Revenge, revenge." I don't know who shouted, and the surviving soldiers who defeated the state were instantly surging, their eyes were red, and they were clutching knives and guns, ready to fight to the death.

The corners of Huang Zu's mouth were cold, and the stacks of guns were still stained with Murong Ping's blood, but he didn't pay attention to the cold murderous intent exuded by hundreds of soldiers and soldiers.

"Kill them all." With a wave of the stacked guns in Huang Zu's hand, the soldiers of Huang Biao's battalion, who had basically climbed the city wall, suddenly moved, and surrounded hundreds of soldiers from the state.

"Kill." The surviving hundreds of soldiers of the state faced an enemy army several times their size, without a trace of fear, and under the command of a high-ranking general, they launched an offensive in an instant.

"Puff~"

"Puff~"

From time to time, there was the sound of weapons entering the body, which made Huang Zu angry and surprised Gan Ning, the tiger and wolf in Bingzhou, fighting without retreating, were pierced by spears but still held the enemy and died together, such a temperament that is not afraid of life and death and moves forward bravely, which makes people feel a slight chill in their hearts.

"Puff~"

"Puff~"

One hundred people died in one step, less than five hundred surviving soldiers of the state, on the narrow aisle of the city wall, composed a bloody song, every step out, there must be more than a dozen or dozens of people killed at the same time, the soldiers of the Huang Biao battalion on the opposite side trembled in their hearts, only felt, a bloody breath like a beast came to their faces, one to two or three, four or five, each step out, and the soldiers of the state, must be killed dozens of people, and the soldiers of the Huang Biao camp on the opposite side, they need to pay twice or higher price.