Facing the Eastern Qin army like a tiger and wolf army, Zhang Ji's face was fearless, his fierce eyes flashed with fire, and he glared angrily.

"Oh, a rabble, let's die for Lao Tzu"

Zhang Ji jumped on his horse and raised his gun, looked down at the Eastern Qin army that was going forward and one after another, and rushed into the camp of the Eastern Qin army with a cold drink in his mouth

The cold spear in his hand flashed with a cold glow, and with a lightning speed, it slashed through the sky and stabbed several Eastern Qin soldiers to death in a row.

Suddenly, Zhang Ji pulled the reins of the horse, and the war horse man stood up, his front hooves broke through the wind, and he stepped on the two Eastern Qin troops who were not afraid of death.

The two of them instantly shattered their chests, and a large pool of donated blood spit out from their mouths, mixed with internal organs

With the joint efforts of Zhang Ji's men and horses, everywhere he went, there was no enemy, and they all died tragically under the iron hooves of Zhang Ji's spear and war horse

The Eastern Qin army was like a ghost god, their hearts and galls were broken, and they cowered, and they didn't dare to step forward, for fear that they would also be called a cold corpse

"Hmph, it's really a rabble, eggless cowards? Who dares to fight me"

In the face of these fearful enemies, Zhang Ji smiled contemptuously in his eyes, and the fierceness was even stronger, and he smiled lightly.

"Hmph, Zhang Ji old thief, don't be rampant, this general Hou Junji, come to kill you"

Hou Junji, as the coach, naturally couldn't watch Zhang Ji hit morale and be indifferent.

"Kill me? A yellow-mouthed child, dare to be so ashamed, you should go to your mother's womb and eat milk for another twenty years, hahaha"

Zhang Ji saw that Hou Junji resolutely came out to fight, his eyes shrunk, and he nodded imperceptibly, which was regarded as approving Hou Junji, and then laughed loudly.

"Hmph, you old rotten wood. I also dare to rely on the old and sell the old, and look down on the general, you must know that the back waves in the river push the front waves, and the front waves die on the beach, but don't fold it in my hands."

As the commander of the first army, Hou Junji has a natural and extraordinary temper. Naturally, he would not be so easily provoked by Zhang Ji

"Hmph, there is still a yellow-mouthed child with sharp teeth and sharp mouth, don't worry, the old man will teach you how to learn to respect your predecessors"

Zhang Ji saw that Hou Junji was not provoked by him and became angry, and he was quite admired in his heart, and said in his heart: It would be good if Xiu'er also had half of Hou Junji's concentration

"Hmph, don't () nonsense, you are a dog that you rely on to sell. Not qualified to teach me yet"

"Looking for death, since you are bent on death, then the old man will fulfill you, let me die"

Zhang Ji and Hou Junji fought with each other, in order to buy time for Zhang Xiu so that he could escape far away.

And Hou Junji naturally saw through Zhang Ji's premeditation, but he had no intention of pursuing Zhang Xiu.

Because Zhang Xiu wanted to leave, he really couldn't stop it

"Old Piff. That embroidery must have run away, right? Have you come to die? ”

Hou Junji looked at the darkness in the distance and saw the startled crow. A hint of coldness appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he smiled contemptuously.

"Uh, so you've found out? It's terrifying."

When Zhang Ji heard this, he was stunned, and then smiled bitterly, looking quite embarrassed.

"Okay. Huangkou Xiao'er, although I am grateful for your mercy and let my nephew go, but I will not show mercy."

Zhang Ji then returned to his cold face, and a cold aura poured out of his body unabashedly. Quite compelling

"Hmph, don't be ashamed to say anything, who doesn't have to keep his hand."

The so-called Wen Wu is the first, Wu Wu is the second, and no one wants to admit that they are inferior to the other.

"Look at the knife, the Eight Desolation Battle Knife, slash the Eight Desolations! Drink! ”

Hou Junji naturally will not continue the stalemate, and he is afraid of changes and wants to end this battle as soon as possible.

As soon as he clamped the horse's belly, he rushed towards Zhang Ji angrily, holding a big knife, carrying the momentum of thunder, and slashed at Zhang Ji's skull.

"Hmph, carving insect skills, dare to come out and sacrifice ugliness, it's really beyond my strength, give me death"

"The mad shark roars and the waves are monstrous!"

Zhang Ji saw Hou Junji who was roaring angrily, snorted coldly, a cold chill appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he smiled contemptuously.

At the same time, the spear in his hand did not dare to delay, and a cold light stabbed out like lightning, forcing Hou Junji.

The mounts in the hands of the two were thousands of miles of good horses, quite reasonable, carrying their respective masters, and rushing towards each other like lightning.

"Phew!"

"Dang!"

Zhang Jidou is so experienced that Yuanfei Hou Junji, a fledgling hairy boy, can be compared.

The spear shone brightly, extremely fast, and stabbed three inches into the war knife in Hou Junji's hand, unloading Hou Junji's thunderous power in an instant.

"Hmph, Huangkou Xiaoer, now you can take it?"

Zhang Ji stared at Hou Junji, who was pale, with a teasing smile, and did not continue to attack.

"Hmph, isn't it just that you've been on the battlefield for a long time and are used to seeing life and death? What kind of hero is he to make fun of others based on experience"

Hou Junji snorted coldly unconvinced, but his face became extremely solemn.

"Hmph, the old man has to give you a good guide today, so that you know what it means to be someone outside the human world, hahaha"

Zhang Ji was not jealous of Hou Junji's words at all, and smiled shamefully in his own way.

"Hmph, who lives and who dies is not certain? Look at the knife"

"Eight Desolation War Knives, Sweeping the Three Armies"

No matter how calm Hou Junji is, he is too young after all, and he will inevitably be provoked by Zhang Ji's words.

"Hey, don't you give up? That's a shot at me."

"Shark roaring gun, terrifying waves, give me death"

Zhang Ji saw that Hou Junji was still not giving up, his face turned cold, he roared angrily, jumped on the horse with a spear, and killed the general.

No matter what, Zhang Ji is a veteran on the battlefield after all, not comparable to Hou Junji, a raw melon and egg.

The two of them are dozens of combinations, but they are at a disadvantage, they are controlled everywhere, and it is difficult to perform the martial arts of leveling, and they are quite ugly.

The two of them compared each other again, turning the horse's head, and at this time, Hou Junji's tiger mouth was already broken, and the blood donation spread to the hilt.

Zhang Ji was unscathed, the only shortcoming was that he had begun to gasp at this time, after all, he had fought with Chai Shao once before.

At this time, it has come to the time when new power has not been born and the follow-up is weak.

However, Zhang Ji is already a person who puts life and death aside, so naturally he will not retreat at this time, not to mention that this Hou Junji can't hold on

Riding his horse again and rushing towards Hou Junji, Zhang Ji's tiger eyes were full of fighting spirit, and under his thick arms, green tendons burst out.

The cold spear in his hand, the edge was scattered, revealing a seeping cold air, and stabbed towards Hou Junji's heart.

And when Hou Junji saw the cold spear attacking, a crazy look appeared in his eyes, and he was defenseless when Zhang Ji's head was split.

This is completely the same way of playing, and the jade is burned.

And just when everyone thought that the two of them were killed by each other's horses, for some reason, Zhang Jigui made a miracle withdraw the cold spear and smashed it three inches under Hou Junji's long knife.

This move ended up and did not happen.

At this time, Hou Junji's arm trembled, the rupture of the tiger's mouth was even more widespread, and it was bloody, and even the war knife was very difficult to hold.

"Hmph, Huangkou Xiaoer, have you ever been convinced?"

"Hmph, what about serving you? Today you will surely die."

Hou Junji's face was pale, but he was not hard-mouthed, and directly admitted that he was not Zhang Ji's opponent.

After all, this Zhang Ji has been on the battlefield for a long time and has come from countless lives and deaths

"Hmph, it's self-aware"

Zhang Ji didn't refute, bowed slightly, and said indifferently. (To be continued.) )