Yan Moxuan

Yan Mo Xuan

Yan Mo Xuan

Langhe finally broke out of the sea of fire with his martial arts, and he was greeted outside the fence by the team of the god of war led by Wu Yafu.

I saw that the six princes guarding the door had already been arrested and knelt on the ground waiting to be disposed of.

Lang He, who was single-handed, shouted in disbelief: "How is it possible? Wu Lebu is far from Minzi Mountain, Wu Yafu, why did you arrive with troops in such a short time?

Wu Yafu was dressed in a military uniform, sat on his horse with a sword and sneered: "Our Sunset Clan has never done what the enemy thinks is impossible, what's the fuss? ”

Langhe threw away his halberd, dismounted, knelt down and begged for mercy: "Langhe knows that he is not the opponent of the leader of Wu, and now he has been defeated, and he begs the leader to avoid the death penalty, and he is willing to sincerely bow down and surrender to the leader to serve the work of dogs and horses." ”

"Take refuge? Anyone in the Suhe Department begs me, I will surround his life, but you alone can't. ”

"Why? I am the first warrior of the Suhe Department, and I can help the leader step on the grassland, not to mention that the Suhe Department has a large number of my subordinates, as long as I wave my big hand, it will have a huge effect on the leader of the Suhe Department, please think twice. ”

Wu Yafu smiled coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, pick up your halberd and I'll kill you with my own hands!" ”

Lang Yu angrily picked up the halberd and shouted, "It is rumored that you are going around stirring up a war for a woman, so it seems to be true. That woman was personally sent to my bed by your brother Wu Honglie, what does it have to do with me? Wu Yafu, is it worth it for you to do not hesitate to wave your troops for the sake of a mere woman? ”

Wu Yafu in front of him exuded a strong killing intent like an ice sculpture, and he angrily slapped his war horse and sword and rushed towards Langhe.

Nonsense, nonsense, nonsense, there is too much nonsense about the living, only the dead will be quiet.

Shut up, shut up, shut up, you shut up Lao Tzu!

This battle is against the opponent, so it's not happy!

The sword in Wu Yafu's hand was as fast as lightning, and the edge was exposed. Lang's halberd is left to the right, and the back frame is forward, like a dragon playing in the water, and the phoenix wears flowers.

The sword halberds intersected with each other, sparks flew everywhere, and the sword wind swished.

After all, Wu Yafu's skills were superior, and after forty or fifty rounds, Lang He gradually became tired and slowed down.

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