"Chu Soul Wuji, the most powerful general under your seat, is this ability?"

Glancing at Zhang Leopard's corpse, Yang Wuzheng said mockingly.

"The three of you will delay this young man and the old man for General Ben, Yang Wuzheng's dog head, and General Ben will come to fetch it personally. ”

Chu Soul Wuji's face changed uncertainly, and he said with a cruel smile.

"Boy, eat me a bull stick!"

At the same time, the Crazy Tiger, Chen Xiong, and Tie Niu also came with their horses, and the mace in their hands swept towards Zhao Yun and Huang Zhong.

"Alert mines!"

Huang Zhong mocked, and the cannon was raised, throwing out a brownish mine.

"Hiss!"

The iron hooves of the three galloping horses stepped on the mines, and the hooves seemed to be welded, forcing the Crazy Tiger, Chen Xiong, and Tie Niu to shake off the horse's back and smash to the ground in embarrassment.

", you're here to be funny?"

Yang Wuzheng joked again.

"Kill ......"

Crazy Tiger, Chen Xiong, and Tie Niu's faces were hot and painful, and they got up angrily and killed Zhao Yun and Huang Zhong.

Seeing this, Yang Wuzheng didn't care too much, because he was very sure that with Zhao Yun and Huang Zhong's current combat strength, it was only a matter of time before they dealt with the three of Crazy Tigers.

"Yang Wuzheng, today next year will be your death day, so let's wait to be killed. ”

Chu Soul Wuji's eyes surged with murderous intent, his crotch was clamped, his body bounced up from the air from the warhorse, and the long knife went straight to Yang Wuzheng's chest.

"You're the one who is going to die!"

Facing the blade that came from the chest, Yang Wuzheng didn't pay attention to it at all, raised his famous knife, and stabbed at the opponent's crotch.

Anyway, the famous knife can withstand a fatal blow, and the two-lose style of play is most suitable for Yang Wuzheng at the moment.

"Whew!"

Chu Soul Wuji's blade pierced through Yang Wuzheng's chest, and Yang Wuzheng's famous knife also stabbed into Chu Soul Wuji's crotch.

The two sides remained in a posture of stabbing each other, motionless.

"Third Highness!"

Seeing that sharp knife piercing through Yang Wuzheng's back, Lu Tie and the others, who were busy fighting with the enemy in the distance, looked like ashes.

The prince died in battle, even if they can really defend Changping City today, they can't escape the court's questioning.

"Hiss......"

In the stalemate, Chu Soul Wuji gasped, lowered his head and swept the blood that kept flowing out of his crotch, and said with a hideous face:

"Boy, I can't imagine that you have long held the will to die, and you plan to sacrifice yourself to let General Ben cut off his children and grandchildren, which is really vicious. ”

In his thoughts, he stabbed Yang Wuzheng in the chest with a knife, and the other party would definitely dodge, so Chu Soul Wuji even thought of the next killing move.

But what made him unbearable was that Yang Wuzheng had no intention of dodging at all from the beginning.

Now Yang Wuzheng is certainly dead, but the thing that he inherits from generation to generation in his crotch has also been cut off by the other party.

How could Chu Soul Wuji accept this cruel reality?

"Yang Wuzheng, even if you are dead now, General Ben will press you to the ground and chop you into tens of millions of pieces to vent the hatred of your children and grandchildren. ”

Chu Soul Wuji showed a trace of resentment in his eyes, and raised his hand to press Yang Wuzheng's shoulder, trying to push the other party to, and then chop it into tens of millions of pieces.

"Huh?"

However, in the next moment, Chu Soul Wuji also keenly discovered that Yang Wuzheng's body was as if it was welded to the ground, and it didn't move at all.

"Chu Soul Wuji, are you tickling me with this knife?"

At this moment, Yang Wuzheng opened his eyes, and the lightning flowed, jokingly.

"W-How is this possible?"

Seeing this unbelievable scene, many soldiers around him who were busy fighting were surprised and even smashed their eyeballs on the ground.

They could see very clearly that the knife of Chu Soul Wuji pierced Yang Wuzheng's heart, according to common sense, any normal human being would have to fall to the ground.

And Yang Wuzheng not only didn't have anything, but he was still in the mood to ridicule the other party?

What the hell is going on?

"Hmph, no wonder Fang Cai Crazy Tiger didn't shoot you with an arrow, it turns out that your kid's heart is off, and the general can only reluctantly make up for it. ”

Pressing down the shock and doubt in his heart, Chu Soul Wuji once again brandished his big knife and stabbed Yang Wuzheng's throat.

"If you want my throat, I want you a leg. ”

Feeling that the 90-second CD time had passed, Yang Wuzheng did not dodge, and the famous sword was raised, flashing with azure brilliance, and cut horizontally, the target was Chu Soul Wuji's thigh.

"General Ben has already suffered a loss, how can it be as you wish?"

Chu Soul Wuji was mocking, his body turned sharply, his legs changed again and again, dodging Yang Wuzheng's blade, and then his wrist ran out, and the tip of the knife stabbed into Yang Wuzheng's throat.

Whew!

The sound of flesh and blood cutting sounded, and Yang Wuzheng's throat was immediately pierced by a sharp blade, and hot blood poured out along the sharp blade.

"Third Highness!"

This tragic scene made the hearts of all the soldiers of the Great Xia Frontier Kingdom present twist like knives.

And Zhao Yun and Huang Zhong, who were busy ravaging the Crazy Tiger, Chen Xiong, and Tie Niu, didn't pay attention to it at all, and they couldn't even raise the interest of taking a look at Yang Wuzheng.

Yang Wuzheng has a famous sword in his hand, if he can't kill Chu Soul Wuji, he will be killed by the other party.

Such an incompetent lord, they will not continue to follow.

"Haha, boy, now that your throat has been pierced by General Ben, General Ben wants to see how you can live. ”

Chu Soul Wuji had a smug smile on his face, and laughed wildly.

"Whether I can live or not, you know now, but I'm afraid your thighs won't be saved. ”

At this moment, Yang Wuzheng spit out an astringent and hoarse voice, his wrist suddenly moved, and the famous knife swept over Chu Soul Wuji's thigh.

"Ah......h

Under the severe pain, Chu Soul Wuji suddenly let go of the handle of the knife and let out a heart-rending scream, because his body was unstable, and he was paralyzed on the ground.

"There's a knife stuck in his throat, and it's not easy to speak. ”

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Yang Wuzheng raised his right hand, grabbed the handle of the knife, and forcibly pulled out the knife in his throat.

"How is this possible?"

Chu Soul Wuji was suddenly frightened and his face was as pale as a green crab, and before he knew it, even his crotch was wet.

"This, this, damn, hell!"

Screams of horror rang out one after another, and the opposing armies on both sides were terrified, and the weapons in their hands were lost and thrown to the ground.

What do they see?

A man with a blade in his throat can still speak?

Can it be more ridiculous?

"Could it be that the Third Highness has been protected by the gods and has an immortal body?"

In the boundless horror, Lu Tie and many lieutenants had this ridiculous idea in their hearts.

Thinking back to the past few days, Yang Wuwu judged the two of them, and now the heavenly divine soldiers, more than a dozen demon beasts that appeared out of thin air, were pierced through the throat and still did not die?

The more they thought about it, the more it really felt was true.

"General, the bloody wound on this kid's chest has healed, look!"

On the side of the Xiliang army, another terrifying scream sounded.

Thousands of people's eyes were locked on Yang Wuzheng's chest, and through the torn clothes, they saw the skin that had been restored to its original state, if it weren't for the wounds, the clothes were still stained with a lot of blood, and they even suspected that the previous knife was completely delusional.

"General, the wound on his throat has also healed. ”

Another terrifying sound of chattering teeth rang out.

Everyone raised their eyes again and found that the wound on Yang Wuzheng's throat was also recovering strangely.