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The town of Bakineung-gun, Naju

The sound of the tragic battle clearly entered the county guard's mansion, and Hu Lu came. It's been an hour since the city was broken, and it's time for Uwei to be killed.

Struggling to sit up, Liao Guochang ordered the left and right guards to put on armor for himself, and the dignified Han Pingkou General would die on the battlefield even if he died.

Is sleeping on a couch in the bedroom, is it a place for generals to die?

Liao Guochang is just sad, the county seat of Beiling has been lost, and the state of Luozhou has fallen, how can the remaining counties and counties resist the iron hooves of Hu Qi?

He doesn't rush to grieve for his death, the general died in a hundred battles, what is the danger of a life? But what about the Northern Han Dynasty in the future? Without Luozhou, Hu Qi went straight to the heart of the Northern Han Dynasty.

"Whoa......

"Bang Bang ......"

Heavy footsteps, the clashing of armor blades.

"General......" A warrior dressed in bright light armor staggered into the house.

It's Dangkou General Tang Wenying.

The heart guard on his chest was smashed and dented, and several sharp arrows pierced his body, and the blood on the shaft of the arrow had blackened.

Looking at Liao Guochang, who was getting up in armor, Tang Wenying's dim eyes lit up with the last ray of brilliance, and the corners of his mouth pulled up the last smile......

Liao Guochang's face was even more sad, and he reached out and touched Tang Wenying's eyes, and it was not only himself who died, an old man over sixty years old, Tang Wenying, Li Dehua, and Zhang Huixiang......

A series of generals and colonels, the essence of the army!

"Kill, kill me—" A gold-ringed general raised the big knife in his hand and shouted wildly. Finally took this damn Beiling County, and in the future, Luozhou will be a fertile field for the clansmen to gallop on horseback.

The cowardly Han people have no strong city, how can they resist the scimitar of the immortal warriors!

With his legs clamping his crotch and mounting, the war horse suddenly felt the huge pressure and pain coming from the two ribs, raised his head and let out a long hiss, let go of his four hooves, and rushed towards a small array of two or three hundred Han soldiers in front of the last wave in front of the county guard.

In the galloping of the war horse, the snow-bright broadsword flashed with a cold glow under the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Thorn-" The Han army Sima who was standing in the front row of this array roared hoarsely. In the face of General Hu's galloping horse, he did not dodge or dodge.

It's over, it's all over. Han Jun Sima's eyes flashed with the battle intent to fight to the death, he knew very well the power of the Jinhuan general, and he also understood how terrible the rushing and killing power carried by the galloping horse was, but he was not afraid of death!

In the months of fighting, 50,000 robes were scattered on the battlefield, and the corpses of nearly twice as many as themselves were lying under the city, with more than 100,000 people as companions, what was there to fear about death?

Jun Sima's eyes stared at the rushing Hu general, as if there was only one Hu Lu left in the world at this moment, and in his chest, the pounding heartbeat was extremely clear, and a wordless sense of tranquility filled the whole body of this military Sima

With a roar, a spear clenched in both hands also stabbed out, and more than a dozen spears stabbed out at the same time on the left and right gathered together, forming a small forest of guns, and the sharp blades also flashed with fierce killing power, or took the general's war horse, or took the general himself.

There was only a cold snort of disdain in his heart, and at the moment when the war horse was about to touch the spear and spear that stabbed him, the right arm holding the knife turned upward, and a cold glow was born on the ground, which was like a half-moon arc.

Like striking rotten wood, more than a dozen spears and spears that pierced them jumped away in an instant, or were cut into two pieces. The cold light continued to move forward like a white practice, and at the same time dazzling people's eyes, it also slid past the waists of the current military Sima and the five or six Han soldiers around him.

"Ahhh

The waist was cut in two, but he didn't die for a while. It's much more painful than just dropping your head.

"Ahh

"Pugu Qiquan, is your martial art to compete with the pawn?"

The thick disdain in his hoarse voice immediately lit up in Pugu Qiquan's eyes, but when he saw who the voice was coming from, Pugu Qiquan was immediately happy.

"Hahaha, old man Liao, you finally died, General Ben is looking for you so hard." If it was Liao Guochang, who was healthy and intact, Pugu Qiquan would never dare to say such a big thing. But Liao Guochang has already been seriously injured by the Southern Growth King, and he is still afraid of a hairball. "Hahaha, old thing, I'm going to cut off your head and make a wine glass out of your top skull—"

"Hehe, wait a minute. The Dharma King's edict that the old slave and the old general Liao still have some old things to talk about-" A gentle voice thrust in, interrupting Pugu Qiquan's wild laughter.

Pugu Qiquan's rampant face suddenly froze, and he turned his head to look behind him, and saw an old man in a black robe coming in the air.

Hu Qi's dense human head was like a bridge paved under his feet, and the figure of the forward jumper was about to fall slowly, and the black-robed old man's toes were a little in the middle of the human head below, and the slowing momentum immediately recovered as before.

"Nanwang Sword Slave?" Liao Guochang's eyes flashed with a gleam.

The Hu Heavenly God Sect has four Dharma kings, each of which has a servant and a slave under the throne, and everyone is a rare good hand.

The southern growth of the king of the Han Dynasty is close to the Han land, and the sword servant and sword slave are seated, and the prestige in the Northern Han Dynasty is close to the top master of the rivers and lakes.

"It seems that it is difficult...... there was a hint of abruptness in his eyes, but then Liao Guochang's eyes were full of perseverance. Before dying, pull a cushion back-

"Release the arrows-" In the roar of the tiger, the trembling Liao Guochang's body was fierce, two short guns were held from his back to his chest, and his body was followed by the powerful crossbow that shot out.

The two short spears condensed the strength of his whole body, like two dragons coiled, the strong wind was like a drill, and he went straight to Pugu Qiquan.

Drops of blood were spilled in his mouth and nose halfway, and Liao Guochang, who was trying his best to use his whole body skills, had severe pain in his internal organs and meridians, and large strands of blood rushed to his mouth and nose.

The crossbow bolt shot the sword slave and left. Liao Guochang set a table for two groups of guests, and he could only hope that these crossbow arrows could temporarily resist the sword slaves.

After being seriously injured, he will not be the opponent of a master of the level of sword slave at all, and he will go all out to kill Pugu Qiquan, whether he can drag it to his back depends on whether God has fulfilled it......

Brilliant sword flowers appeared in front of the sword slave, and the moment the crossbow bolt was fired, he held the scimitar in his hand. Since he is called a knife slave, the old man's accomplishments on the scimitar are by no means false.

The powerful crossbow bolts also drifted into the water and disappeared without a trace, and the combined blow of twenty or thirty crossbows did not hurt the old man's fur at all.

Taking a sharp breath, the old man's fast body illusion made a black shadow, and pounced into the battle group of Liao Guochang and Pugu Qiquan.

A bright sword like the Nine Heavens Milky Way hanging upside down fell.

"Boom-" There was a vigorous explosion.

The old man's body was as light as a cloud, fluttering and evading, and Pugu Qiquan fell off his horse, crashing and flying far away, holding a big knife with bloodshot hanging from the corner of his mouth.

The horse he sat on had turned into a pile of mud, and only Liao Guochang was left standing with two spears in his hand.

The blood gushing from his mouth and nose stained his white beard red, and a trace of regret condensed in his eyes. After all, I couldn't kill one of them......

The town of Beiling fell!! The fall of the state of Naju!!

Pingkou general Liao Guochang and his generals Tang Wenying, Li Dehua, Zhang Huixiang and others all died.  

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