Gongsun Xuan was very angry, scattered hair, fluttering with the wind, a brown mixed with tender red scars made people a little disgusting, three years ago in a short fight, a wolf cavalry deputy general's war knife mercilessly slashed at him, the head was saved, but the right ear was sprinkled with blood and fell to the ground, if it weren't for Gongsun Yang to come back in time, I'm afraid that the loss of mind was enough to kill him, he came to take revenge this time, the eagle Yang Ruishi all showed murderous intentions, a group of big men, the shame in the heart can only be washed with the blood of the wolf ride, where to fall and where to get up, This is the tradition of Yingyang Ruishi, it is the rule set by Gongsun Yang, including Gongsun Xuan, the right ear was cut, in that era, only the prisoner would suffer such a catastrophe, and the prisoner was in the same rank, for the general of the Gongsun family, it was tantamount to shame.

It is close, only a distance of ten meters, at this distance, the fierce killing intent emitted by the soldiers on both sides can even be seen clearly on the hair on the other party's face, for the cavalry, the distance of ten meters is only between breaths.

Wang Ling's eyes flashing with a strange green light stared at Gongsun Xu without any accident, Wang Ling didn't know this defeated general who had been captured by Yuan Shang, his idea was very simple, since he wanted to convince the veteran, there must be no doubt about winning a beautiful battle, Gongsun Xu's identity would not be bad at a glance, or kill or capture, it was enough to make him excited.

Gongsun Xu's eyes were unusually gloomy, Wang Ling's eyes flashing with a slight green light made him feel a chill suddenly rise in his heart, as if he was being targeted by a wild wolf, Gongsun Xu's pores were angry, and the short period of horror dissipated between breaths, and he was a little angry in his heart, and he had not yet fought each other, but he was affected by the aura exuded by the other party, proud as he was, of course, very unhappy, and the gloom in his eyes was as rich as maltose that could not be dissolved.

"The enemy will die." Gongsun continued to let out an angry shout, his heart was furious, and he was eager to kill Wang Ling.

A sneer flashed in Wang Ling's heart, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but the speed was not slow, and he bombarded angrily, and behind him, the wolf rider also raised the ancient spear gun in his hand, as if it had been rehearsed countless times, the spear was neat, the direction was the same, and the angle did not even have the slightest deviation.

The wolf rode mightily, and the eagle Yang Ruishi obviously did not want to fall into the downwind, and let out a neat angry shout, like a thunderstorm in the mountains, which shocked the hearts of the soldiers in the field, without any defensive meaning, and the seven-foot hook sickle in the hand that was relatively rare on the battlefield split out angrily, cutting through the sky, and the air flow was as if it had been cut, carrying a cold light, killing the enemy, and taking the other party's life.

Yuan Shang and Gongsun Zan both held their breath, looking at the wolf rider and the eagle Yang Ruishi fighting again after more than three years, the atmosphere of the audience was suffocated, the wolf rider and the eagle Yang Ruishi both represented the peak combat effectiveness of both sides, and everyone wanted to witness this moment.

"Boom~"

The dust dispersed, the two soldiers and horses suddenly staggered, there was no cruel picture of blood splashing, there was no ruthlessness of horses stepping on the corpses, dead people are necessary, two strong armies, strong duels, weapons in their hands, will not stop because of the same strength, sometimes killing people does not need to be vigorous, the appearance of the wolf rider and the eagle warrior is indeed very eye-catching, nearly 100,000 soldiers and horses in the audience are all in sight, and the commanders of the two armies are concerned about it, such an honor, ordinary troops are not qualified to have it at all.

The wolf rode staggered to the east, the eagle raised the warrior to the west, the war horse neighed, the warrior on horseback held the reins deadly, the horse's hooves jumped high, the face was unusually resolute, and against the red background of the sunset, it was unusually fascinating.

As if under a curse, the two iron horsemen fell to the ground, or spurted out a mouthful of blood, the spiritual light in their eyes dissipated, or they fell off the horse's back, or their heads were tilted and their bodies were separated, or people and horses died together, this kind of death was quiet and terrifying.

It was only a brief meeting, the guns and sickles bombarded, whether it was a wolf riding or an eagle Yang Ruishi, there were dozens of dead and wounded, that was not an ordinary soldier, it was a warrior cultivated by Yuan Shang and Gongsun Zhan who poured countless blood, and dying one was like cutting a piece of meat on their bodies, and the kind of distress that penetrated deep into the bone marrow made Yuan Shang and Gongsun Zhan's hearts drip blood.

The wolf rider and the eagle warriors turned their horses' heads one after another, and the death of their comrades beside them could not have no effect on them, after all, they had fought together for so many years, perhaps, in that group of soldiers who died in battle, there would be their relatives, maybe brothers, maybe better than brothers, this is the battlefield, even if they are sad in their hearts, what they should face in the end must be faced, continuing the war to defeat the enemy army, is their mission and the way they can avenge the dead comrades, in order to comfort the brothers' souls in the sky, In order to be loyal to the king in their hearts, sacrifice is inevitable, perhaps, the next wave of attacks, in the list of those who died in battle, may have their own names, cruel and helpless, this is war.

The dark spear in Wang Ling's hand was stained with blood, and he in the black robe was like Yuan Shang back then, with a spear hanging to the ground, his eyes like knives, that unyielding, that fighting spirit, lingering around him, like a god of war.

Gongsun Xu's arm trembled slightly, without any words, staring at Wang Ling deadly, the killing intent and the deepest horror in his eyes were different from those of three years ago.

"Kill." Wang Ling let out a soft snort as if he were understated, and the spear in his hand that hung slightly to the ground suddenly attacked, like a poisonous snake, not only with sharp moves, but also at an unusually vicious angle.

Gongsun Xu is not a weak person, although he was captured by Yuan Shang back then, although he has too many shortcomings, at least, his martial arts can be regarded as a character in the ranks of fellow young people.

He is not as good as Yuan Shang and Zhao Yun, but he will not necessarily lose to Wang Ling, Wang Ling is such an unknown junior, not a golden million, not Ju Yi is not Xu Huang, a famous general among the tigers and wolves in Bingzhou, proud as Gongsun Xu, even if he suffered a small loss in the hands of Wang Ling in the first fight, but, as prefaced, proud as he was, how could he admit defeat, perhaps, that time was just careless, and there would always be many reasons for his own safety.

Gongsun Xuan confronted his old rival, and three years ago, he almost sent him to see the lieutenant general of the wolf cavalry of Yama, the general named Xuanwu.

Vermilion Bird, Xuanwu, Qinglong, White Tiger four deputy generals, but also only the title, the four generals of the wolf ride, never set up for someone, anyone who has talent and virtue can take office, the veteran will die, the new general will be selected, the wolf cavalry into the army is five or six years of time, the four deputy generals have been experiencing changes, in the war, sometimes there are deaths, such honors, that is, glory, but also blood urging, want to wear the crown must first bear its weight, this is the eternal law.

Fortunately, Gongsun Xuan's luck was good, the Xuanwu general who almost killed him was still alive, and it also allowed his heart full of hatred to release his resentment.

"Come on." Gongsun Xuan was like an angry lion, his boring hair was angry in the wind, and the iron axe in his hand slashed towards the opposite Xuanwu, without a trace of reservation, and the coercion bombarded down like a hill.

"Defeated." Xuanwu's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, if it weren't for Gongsun Yang Zhen who opened the golden million to save this kid's life, thinking about it, Gongsun Xuan would have died tragically under the halberd in his hand, and now he still has the courage to come to him to seek revenge, definitely looking for death.

"Give me death." Xuanwu let out a soft drink, the halberd in his hand flashed with cold light, and directly took the major points of Gongsun Xuan's body, this time, no matter who is there, Gongsun Xuan will definitely die, Xuanwu's heart to kill Gongsun Xuan is extremely firm.