Mo Hanmeng's opponent was Ning Yun and Ning Yun.

The uncle and nephew attacked at the south gate, and Ning Hao sat in the army.

"If you're not mistaken, it's Mohanmeng, right?" Ning Xun looked at the posture on the opposite side and the old man on the horse, and was extremely surprised.

"Tsk, don't rob me, I'm going to kill this old thing myself!" Ning Yun became excited.

For the Ning family, there is no doubt that Mo Hanmeng is an enemy.

Aside from the national hatred, there is also family hatred.

Ning Jing's martial arts are not as good as this nephew, and his position is not as good, not to mention that he is still his uncle, so naturally he will not fight with him: "Okay, if you kill him, then the whole world will know about it in the future." ”

He killed the general of Licheng before, and now if he kills Mo Hanmeng, what kind of credit will it be?

Ning Yunce immediately stepped forward and shouted, "Who is coming?" But did the Tatars go to Mohanmeng? ”

They had already counted that there were no generals in the city.

Unlike the Great Jin people, their generals are generally stationed in their respective cities, so Shengjing will not have any generals.

In other words, those who have the ability are in their own station, not in Shengjing.

"Bold! This is our king! A young general scolded.

Ning Yun just smiled, and the Dajin soldiers around him laughed loudly.

Nonsense, even if it's your king?

Mo Hanmeng's eyes were not very good, he looked at it for a while, and then rode out.

"Who are you?" Mo Hanmeng used a non-standard Dajin dialect, obviously, he could speak and hear clearly.

"Hah! Mo Hanmeng, you can hear clearly, this general is the general of the Great Jin Dynasty, Ning's Ning Yun, who is stationed in Weibei! Ning Yun sneered: "If it's not clear, then I'll tell you." General Ben's father, Ning Wei, died in battle at the hands of the Ta people, and General Ben's grandfather, Ning Yuan, fought with the Ta people for decades. General Ben's great-grandfather, Ning Zeli, was the prime minister of the Great Jin Dynasty and the Duke of Luguo. Posthumously posthumously crowned Prince Lu. ”

"Oh, it's you." Mo Hanmeng smiled: "Your Ning family, famous and famous, I have heard of it." I've heard your name too. Because he is the eldest grandson, he took the name of his father. You are worthy of your family's love and partiality for you. ”

"Ha, you know a lot. Since I know, I should also know that I have a deep blood feud with you, and I will never die with you. Ning Yun lifted the long sword: "You are old, but even if you are still young, since I bumped into you today, I will definitely not be afraid." ”

"Hahahaha! The eldest husband was born between heaven and earth, and there is naturally life and death. Decades ago, I was not afraid of dying in battle, but now what if I am old and die in war? Mohanmon raised his scimitar.

His scimitar has a brilliant pattern on it, symbolizing his rights.

"You know, I like the scimitar my dad gave me the most, not this gold-and-silver thing?" As he spoke, Mo Hanmeng suddenly grabbed the horse's back and rushed over.

In the sun, two men in armor fought each other.

It's all silver armor, and the young one, full of energy, but with an imperative.

The old one, with silver hair peeking out of his helmet, was also in good spirits.

No one knew what they won or lost, and in fact, neither did the two.

Mo Hanmeng knew that he was going to die, but he killed his opponent first, and then died of exhaustion? Or was he killed by his opponent?

Anyway, today is his time of death.

What about Ning Yun? Even though Mo Hanmeng seemed to be on the verge of death, he was the one who had killed seventeen generals in a row in one day.

When you're old, is it really wasted?

Ning Yun didn't dare to think too much, he just went all out to take out what he had learned when he was a child, as well as what he had sharpened between life and death over the years.

Block him, then kill him.

Swords collided, and sparks flowed.

A young and strong man is at his bravest.

A tiger is still there, but although it is old, it is still unstoppable.

The battle circle between the two of them, others can't intervene at all. But this was a big war, and soon Ning Wei chose someone to fight.

It's not Mo Hanmeng, he doesn't even have the interest of reporting his family.

He was nailed to the eighth prince Suojie. The two are also evenly matched.

However, Sojie loses with little experience. Ning Jing has been stationed in Weinan with his father for many years, and he often fights.

But Suo Jie only touched the edge of the army in the past two years, and he has never been on any major battlefields at all.

This big battle, from morning to night.

In the evening, Ning Yun and Mo Hanmeng had not stopped. Ning Yun was very tired, but the more he fought, the more fierce he became.

Mo Hanmeng gradually lost his strength.

He knew that if he couldn't kill the enemy for a while, he would inevitably die at the hands of the enemy.

He has been ill for more than a year, and lately a series of blows have hit. He's just the end of the crossbow.

It's okay to explode, and then you're sure to die.

Either die in battle, or die of exhaustion.

Ning Yun had several scars on her body, but none of them were serious.

The same is true for Mohanmeng.

Another round of fierce fighting, Ning Yun dodged the baptism of the scimitar on his neck, but he felt a stinging pain in his face.

He was still in the mood to smile, it was disfigured.

He thought that the little aunt liked to see people look good-looking the most, and this time she must be talking about him.

Thinking of the people close to him in this world, he then sent his long sword into Mo Hanmeng's chest.

The horses of the two men raised their front hooves almost simultaneously.

Then Mohanmon's horse suddenly neighed.

This horse has been with Mo Hanmeng for many years, and although it is not the first one, it has also followed him into battle. It's an old horse.

It ran madly with its master on its back.

Its owner was covered in blood, and Ning Yun's long sword was still stuck in his chest.

Ning Yun didn't move, he knew that Mo Hanmeng couldn't survive.

Even when he remembered when he was a child, Zhizhi said that some people's hearts grow on the right side. So what?

Even if the right was the heart, the sword on his left pierced Mo Hanmeng's chest.

He couldn't have lived.

Sure enough, before the horse could run back, Mohanmeng had already fallen to the ground.

A generation of heroes died on the dusty battlefield.

It's also a vigorous death.

As soon as Mo Hanmeng died like this, Suo Jie was stunned, and in such a distracted situation, Ning Jing naturally would not miss the opportunity.

Also a sword, pierced in his abdomen.

Suo Jie was injured before, and this time he vomited out a mouthful of blood.

Ning Xun drew his sword and came out, and Suo Jie's blood spurted out far away.

Fallen to the ground, he saw that he was not alive.

Later, Soa told the city gate to be closed, but he didn't care about the two people who died in battle.

For a while, he abandoned the Ta people who were still resisting, and actually closed the crumbling city gate.

At this level, the abandoned Ta people also went crazy.

All of a sudden, the battle became chaotic.

In the panic, the soldiers of the Tower Clan were killed countless times.

But even if the gates were closed again, it would be useless. Ning Yun gave an order, but in the past seven hours, he knocked on the south door again.