Outside the city, Huang Zu's face was a little gloomy, his martial arts cultivation was not bad, and he was looking at the battle between hatred and no joy, but he still felt a little pain in his heart after losing these two puppet-like brothers.

Huang Zu's eyes narrowed, his eyes were extremely good, although Murong Ping was still standing like a benchmark, that momentum had passed a little, with Huang Zu's eyes, how could he not see that Murong Ping had actually suffered a lot of injuries.

Huang Zu has always known the martial arts of hatred and unhappiness, especially that trick of flowing wind and snow, which is said to be a unique skill of the killer sect, which can make cultivators rush to the extreme in an instant, and the talent of hatred and unhappiness is not bad, but also grew up together, and their hearts are almost connected, and after using the flowing wind and snow, the lethality is even more amazing, that explosive power, the superimposed power, even if it can't kill Murong Ping, it is enough to hurt his heart.

"Stack guns." Huang Zu's eyes flashed, no longer hesitated, and drank softly, Gan Ning, who was carrying the gun for him, hurriedly offered the stacked guns, which were the big guns used by Huang Zu, weighing about sixty catties, built by Chungang, and used by Huang Zu, who was strong in martial arts, and the power was very amazing, and Huang Zu relied on this stacked guns to crisscross Jingzhou for many years without dying.

Huang Zu's calculation was nothing more than the idea of taking advantage of your illness to kill you, taking advantage of Murong Ping's fight with Lihe and Wuhuan to kill him in one fell swoop, and as soon as Murong Ping died, the stone building would be self-defeating.

On the city tower, Murong Ping, who was on the ground with a big sword, looked at Huang Zu who was holding a gun, his face changed slightly, this Huang Zu is not a weak general, when the world was in turmoil, Murong Ping was only a young general under Yuan Shao, and at that time, Huang Zu had already carried the power of the Jiangxia Huang clan and united several Jingzhou clans to help Liu Biao to the position of the lord of Jingzhou, his martial arts and his reputation were equally brilliant, he was not interested in Murong Ping's nonsense in Jiangxia, and he didn't know the way, but Huang Zu's martial arts, Murong Ping had heard of it, Being able to resist the repeated attacks of the Jiangdong Sun clan, Huang Zu's martial arts will certainly not be bad, although Huang Zu almost showed the upper hand when fighting against the Jiangdong Sun clan, and even had repeated defeats, but Jiang Xia has not fallen for many years, which is enough to show Huang Zu's ability.

Huang Zu hurried away, and Gan Ning, who should have been a famous general in history, was just a young general carrying a gun, holding an iron chain in his hand, and killed the stone tower with hundreds of personal soldiers around Huang Zu.

The soldiers of the Huang Biao battalion who were attacking the city saw that the main general was coming in person, their morale was greatly boosted, and they surged up more fiercely, and the city tower shot waves of arrows from time to time, but they were shot down by Gan Ning and other guards around Huang Zu, Huang Zu's pace was steady, and he instantly approached the edge of the city.

"Up"

Huang Zu raised the stacked guns in his hand, but he was also able to take the lead, and took the lead in rushing up the ladder, stepping on the ladder with both feet, helping it, and instantly bursting up, condescendingly, the stacked guns emitted a cold cold light, and leaned towards Murong Ping.

"Come on." Although Murong Ping was injured a lot, he was not afraid, his burly body, like a spinning top, rose in a whirlwind, the big knife in his hand suddenly slashed out, the knife and gun collided, and both bodies shook slightly, Huang Zu was in a better state after all, his body trembled, and he fell again in mid-air with a huge power, after all, Murong Ping's shoulder.

"Roar~"

The corners of Murong Ping's mouth twitched, obviously, he was shocked by Huang Zu's already high and more powerful strength, and there was a slight sharp pain in his chest, but he didn't have time to think about it, Huang Zu was unforgiving, and there was indeed no lie in the name of the stacked guns with the word 'stack', and the overlapping gun shadows shrouded Murong Ping, Murong Ping frowned, and the fatal parts of his body were faintly photographed by the cold light, leaving him with a hard way.

Since this is the case, Murong Ping couldn't avoid its edge, he roared, his right hand holding the big knife tightened slightly, the qi of the dantian was poured into the hilt, his arm swung down, and he slashed three times in a row, like a relay, one knife was stronger than the other, the momentum was not small, and the air made a slight buzzing sound, making a loud noise.

Huang Zu's face changed slightly, this Murong Ping's difficulty made him a little surprised in his heart, but, after all, the master of art is bold, and Huang Zu's own martial arts are slightly higher, not to mention, with his vision, after just a few attempts, how can he not see that Murong Ping is already at the end of the strong crossbow, these three swords are cut out, it seems to be majestic and domineering, but it is just an empty appearance, and the method of blinding is trying to force him back.

"I can't let you run wild." Huang Zu's chin and short beard raised slightly, and his slightly short body burst up again, and the stacked guns swept, like the power of a thousand jun, pounced on the three knife lights that came on, and there were several muffled sounds, the light shattered, and turned into nothingness, and the stacked guns in Huang Zu's hands were like broken bamboos and went straight to Murong Ping's throat, the speed was staggering.

"Puff~"

At the critical moment, the big knife in Murong Ping's hand was raised slightly, the blade blocked the sharp spear head, and sparks flew everywhere, making Murong Ping's face pale by three points, Huang Zu was not surprised, this Murong Ping's martial arts are not bad, between three or two moves, it is not easy to solve, fortunately, Huang Zu's patience is not bad, once again stepping on a set of clever methods, agile like clouds of smoke, stacked guns to transform into endless gun shadows, spear flowers, cutting through the void, and constantly approaching Murong Ping.

Within ten moves, Murong Ping not only has the power to parry, but even can threaten Huang Zu, after ten moves, Murong Ping has lost the qualification to threaten Huang Zu, and even only has the power to parry, and with the passage of time, at the twenty-fifth move, Huang Zu's face began to sink, obviously, he has lost his patience,

"Click~"

There was a muffled sound, but seeing Murong Ping's body suddenly shook, the burly body trembled, and the big knife in his hand burst out, submerging into the city wall where the earth was poured, the handle of the knife shook slightly, and the sound was like a wail.

"Is it going to end?" Murong Ping's tiger head was stained with blood, the armor of his arm fell, and he was forcibly blown down by Huang Zu, if he tore open his sleeves, he could find that his arms were already red, and he was shocked by the incomparable strength, and even the meridians were slightly contracted.

On the opposite side, the corner of Huang Zu's mouth, which picked up the big knife in Murong Ping's hand, showed a clearly visible hideousness, twenty-five moves, not many, if he was at his peak, maybe Murong Ping would be able to make fifty moves under him, but that was an afterword, the probability that Murong Ping would be able to survive under the stacked guns in Huang Zu's hands was very small, under the small stone building, it was blocked for more than two hours, Huang Zu was already angry in his heart, how could he be discouraged if he didn't kill Murong Ping.

"Die." Huang Zu's short body jumped suddenly, the stacked guns in his hands trembled slightly, and let out a soft roar, like a peerless sword unsheathed, and the sharp cold light accompanied by the light sound that burst out of the tearing sky, four cold lights were conjured up one after another, towards Murong Ping's heart and throat.

The four homophonies are death, maybe Huang Zu didn't think about it so much, but it also set off Huang Zu's determination to kill Murong Ping, Murong Ping has no blade, whether he can stop Huang Zu, the probability is indeed very small.

"Protect the Captain." On the city tower, seeing Murong Ping in crisis, the surviving defenders suddenly burst into tears and let out a roar.

An unprecedented sense of crisis arose, Murong Ping suddenly twitched the internal strength of his body, and rushed to the dantian with his two fists, without weapons in his hands, he actually wanted to use his two fists to block Huang Zu's stacked guns.

At this time of life and death, Murong Ping can't care so much, for life, not everyone can do it without hesitation, as long as there is a chance, no one is willing to give up lightly, and Murong Ping does not want to die silently at the hands of Huang Zu, he is not afraid of death, but to be alive, he is even more eager to take 10,000 steps back and say, even if he dies, he will bite off a piece of Huang Zu's flesh, even if he fails to die together, he will make Huang Zu feel a pain.

"Boom~"

Murong Ping relied on two iron fists, smashing the four cold cold lights that burst out in front of him, the fists were stained with blood, stinging in the heart, but he was forcibly suppressed, he knew that Huang Zu's killing moves were more than that, as he thought, between breaths, a figure burst out again, straight to his throat.