Zhufeng's indignant action immediately stimulated the bloody nature of the Liao warriors, and seven or eight commanders and chiefs jumped out and rushed straight to Zhufeng with their swords.

Zhu Feng put his knife back into its sheath and looked coldly at Xiao Yu, the envoy of Zhangguo's festival. Xiao Yuju stared at Zhufeng with a pair of big eyes and hatred, and shouted loudly, stopping those subordinates who were about to make a move.

The Liao State, which was caught off guard and lost first, did not dare to underestimate the enemy again. After a brief discussion, the second battle sent a short and strong man, who walked to the middle of the tent with an expressionless face, and slowly took off his shirt, revealing a dark and thick upper body with long scars on the front and back of his body.

Zhu Feng's expression was solemn, he turned around and pulled Hao Shi over, and said in a low voice: "It's a difficult master, be careful!" ”

Hao Shi nodded calmly, gently spit out the words "never die", and stepped into the scene.

Hao Shi walked to the low strong man with great solemnity, slowly took off the clothes on his upper body, and then folded them at his feet in a regular manner, turned to the southeast direction, knelt on one knee, bowed his head and put his hands together and said a few words, before slowly standing up.

The Khitan strong man clasped his hands and watched motionlessly as Hao Shi finished all his movements and turned back in front of him.

"Baru!" The strong man bowed his head slightly, carefully pulled out the knife, and threw the scabbard aside.

"Hao Shi!" Hao Shi pulled out his knife and gently put the scabbard on top of his clothes.

Hao Shi nodded slightly, and the person jumped out like a wind, stabbing straight with a knife. Balu's wrist trembled slightly, and the blade of the knife was raised just right, and the tip of the knife was aimed at the tip of Hao Shi's knife.

Hao Shi's heart froze, and he immediately accelerated his sword, and the knife momentum was like a torrential rain, like a violent wind, rolling towards Balu, but Balu was like a reef in the storm, not alarmed, and easily stopped the wind and rain.

The wind and rain will not last. Soon, all the spectators could find that Hao Shi's sword technique gradually slowed down, especially the spectators of the Liao Kingdom, and their expressions became relaxed.

It was when Hao Shi's wheezing gradually rose and his knife technique slowed down, Balu, who had not moved an inch, moved, and the long knife changed from light to strong, and every time he blocked Hao Shi's knife head, his knife would always bounce back.

Hao Shi's steps became heavy, and the beads of sweat on his face condensed into drops and ran down his face.

Balu roared suddenly, the tip of the knife accurately resisted the back of Hao Shi's knife, and then pressed down suddenly, learning the moves of the winds just now, intending to open Hao Shi's intestines.

A hint of joy flashed in the corner of Hao Shi's eyes, and his body was slightly sideways, and he actually greeted his body, and the steel knife was like a medium silk cotton, directly entering and penetrating into the abdomen.

Balu looked overjoyed and sent the knife forward with all his might. Hao Shi roared in pain, his left hand tightly grasped the blade of the knife, and the originally slow and heavy steel knife in his right hand suddenly bounced up like a poisonous snake, and also pierced deep into Balu's ribs.

For a while, because Hao Shi was already preparing to exchange his life for his life, the two were seriously injured.

Although Hao Shi sweated like rain and his face twitched, he stood firmly, his eyes became more and more bright, and he muttered in his mouth: "Everyone can be born noble and great, and he is not afraid of any hardship or pain......"

Hao Shi recounted exactly what Lin Feng had said when he took them to the sea to Liao, about the essence of the aristocratic spirit. From the moment he stepped forward to fight, Hao Shi was ready to spill blood on the spot.

Blood dripped from Hao Shi's body and left hand one after another, and the speed of dripping became faster and faster, dripping into a small piece on the ground. In the silence of the audience, the dripping sounds became louder and louder, and Hao Shi's muttering became a shocking melody.

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

Zhu Feng and Liu Chengjun shouted out at the same time and rushed to the field.

"It's a man, this game is a tie! How about our final match? Xiao Yuju glanced at Hao Shi with admiration, took a few steps forward, and said loudly.

"Good! The last game will be decided! With tears in his eyes, Zhu Feng stepped forward and hugged Hao Shi, and hurriedly bandaged his wounds, but the wound in his abdomen was too deep and wide to stop the blood gushing from the spring.

Hao Shi's whole body trembled, his left and right hands tried to grasp the clothes on Zhu Feng's chest, and asked intermittently, "Generosity...... To die, I have ...... Yes...... Responsible, right? I don't know how to do it, this ...... Does it count...... It's noble...... Spirit? ”

"Count! How doesn't it count?! You are the true nobleman in the eyes of all the brothers! I promise, Lord Lin will be the first to confer on you the title of nobleman! Zhu Feng could feel that Hao Shi's body was getting colder, and he could only hug his good brother who was born and died tightly, wailing and tears raining down.

"I miss Lord Lin, I miss the longevity ......," Hao Shi muttered, and there was no sound at all.

"Hao Shi!!" The winds roared wildly, shaking Hao Shi with the ground. However, Hao Shi had no reaction, and this heroic special soldier who died generously for the sake of the aristocratic spirit in his heart had passed away.

Zhu Feng jumped up like a madman, roared into the sky several times, tore his shirt to pieces, looked around at the people in the tent with hatred, and then knelt down on his knees, respectfully straightened Hao Shi's body, pulled out the knife in his stomach with both hands, wiped the blood from the knife with his own shirt, and the person stood up, slashed the double knife with both hands, and roared: "Who is next?" ”

The roar was full of pain and resentment, and the whole person was like a volcano ready to attack.

Xiao Yuju, who was observing the seriously injured Balu, slowly stood up, and with a wave of his hand, a strong man carrying a big axe behind him stood up.

Zhu Feng twisted his blood-soaked shirt into a bundle, lowered his head and slowly wrapped his hands around his wrists. However, when Zhufeng was about to take a second step into battle, a hand stopped him, and it was Yang Ye who was full of admiration.

"Generals, General Hao, true heroes, admire! In this battle, it's time for us to get out! Yang Ye said softly, the long iron spear in his right hand trembled slightly, and pointed directly at the strong man who was fighting, "Under Yang Ye, please!" ”

Liu Chong and Liu Chengjun were silent, which can be regarded as acquiescence.

At this time, if they continue to watch the Shouzhou people compete with the Liao people in the military affairs of the Northern Han Dynasty, the face of the Northern Han Dynasty in Shouzhou will be completely lost, not only will the future cooperation be useless, but they will also have to prevent Lin Feng's hot hand revenge! Everyone in the world knows that although it has not been pierced, Lin Feng's deeds of daring to kill the whole family because of the humiliation of his wife and children are there, Lin Feng's style of protecting the short is famous in the world!

"Halmu!" The strong man snorted, picked up the big axe, and smashed it towards Yang Ye with a sound of wind.

Yang Ye's body was slightly sideways, and the two-handed pistol slashed three times in the air, the first two smashed on the axe surface of the big axe and the middle of the wooden handle, and the third went straight to the hand of the wooden axe.

Pulls his hands back, and the axe slams into the hilt again. Yang Ye did not retreat but advanced, the gun collapsed, and the big axe jumped out of the box, and the two sides fought together.

Yang Ye held the gun in his hand, and his feet were uncertain, and between the shaking of the iron gun, it was impossible to distinguish between the virtual and the real, and it was like a mountain or a thunderstorm. The most wonderful thing is that once you succeed, you can poke it casually, which makes people dare not fight back easily.

Pulling a huge axe more than one meter long, as if holding a light wooden stick, chopping, smashing, stabbing, bumping, picking, and stabbing, everything was carried by the wind, and Yang Ye was inseparable for a while.

After more than a dozen rounds, Yang Ye suddenly took a step back, and the gun went with the person, looking like he wanted to distance the two and give full play to the advantage of the "one inch long and one inch strong" spear.

Ermu roared angrily, picked up the axe with both hands, followed closely under his feet, and smashed his head towards Yang Ye. Yang Ye's head twisted back sharply, avoiding the past, and the person also turned sideways. Ermu took two steps in a row, and the big axe was as tight as it was to Yang Ye.

"Stop!" Xiao Yuju shouted loudly and hurried out of the ranks.

Halmu, who was holding his axe over the top with both hands, had to stop there, the shiny tip of the spear right at his throat! Yang Ye, who retreated in a row, suddenly used a move to "return to the horse gun", and sacrificed a special move to defeat the enemy with one blow.

"We lost this battle, let's go!" Xiao Yu was also simply, and immediately turned around and left.

Zhu Feng was silent, went over to pick up Hao Shi's body, and went straight out of the tent, several accompanying brothers followed closely behind, and a few people found a small warboat and crossed the west of the Fen River directly.

Yang Ye, who easily won the decisive battle, also didn't say a word, silently sent them to the Fen River, watched the warship go offshore, and stood on the bank of the river for a long time in the biting river breeze.