Wang Chan just glanced at Brother Cave lightly and ignored it, he looked away, put it on the old man beside Brother Cave, and said lightly: "You are Mi Fang?"

The old man just snorted coldly and did not respond, obviously thinking that Wang Chan was not qualified to let him answer. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Wang Chan learned from the Chen family that this rice was placed before taking refuge in the Khitans, crisscrossing the rivers and lakes in the northeast, and was once known as the "wolf king".

It's just that now the wolf king has become a family dog.

Regardless of the dynasty, traitors have never been a rare animal.

Wang Chan shook his head slightly, and had already sentenced the other party to death.

"Kill him for me!" Seeing that Wang Chan ignored him, Brother Cave said angrily.

As soon as the words fell, he galloped out on each side of the left and right, and crossed towards Wang Chan.

These Khitans grew up on horseback since childhood, and everyone is skilled in riding, and it is a trick to catch people from horseback.

The four horsemen got closer and closer to Wang Chan, and all the thieves shouted in unison to cheer for their companions and brothers, and the sound shook the long street.

At this moment, suddenly, the left and right horsemen closest to Wang Chan slammed into □, and the war horse immediately stood up, and the hooves off the ground kicked violently in the direction of Wang Chan.

The other two riders rushed to Wang Chan, the essence of riding, the wonder of cooperation, teaching people to breathtaking.

And Wang Chan seemed to have no power to resist, sandwiching the two horses in the middle.

When the other two horsemen landed on the ground, the people shouted and neighed, and the two healthy horses holding Wang Chan were thrown outward like pillars, and the Khitan knights, who were extremely brave, had no resistance, and fell to the side with the horses in a weak and repulsive manner.

Bang!

The two horses fell to the ground at the same time, and the dust was raised, and then they did not move, and they died on the spot.

Wang Chan glanced at it lightly, walked over slowly, lifted the two of them effortlessly, and casually threw them and slammed them into the heads of the other two horses.

The thieves were stunned by this mutation, and when they were at a loss, the knight immediately fell off his horse as if he were electrocuted, and the seven holes spurted blood, but the horse had nothing to do.

The two people who were thrown also fell to the ground, and blood overflowed from their eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

Seeing such a domineering kung fu, Brother Cave and Mi Fang's faces changed drastically.

Brother Cave was the first to calm down, and shouted angrily: "Let's go up together and kill him!"

The thieves responded with a bang and rode up.

Wang Chan stood in the middle of the long street, looking up at this group of horse thieves, and the cold killing intent came out of his body, permeating the entire Liang City.

The curtain of battle was fully opened.

Hundreds of Khitan warriors rode horses and rushed in from outside the city gate and attacked and killed Wang Chan.

The whole earth shook.

Just after all the Khitan warriors entered Liangcheng, the suspension bridge outside the city gate was suddenly pulled up, and a heart-rending cry sounded at the same time.

"The time has come for us to recover the blood debt for our victims!"

Chen Jiafeng and others, who had already been ambushed at the city gate, passed through the battlements of the city wall, shot the enemy head-on with crossbow bows and arrows, condescendingly shot at the enemy, and threw down the ignited firecrackers.

And Wang Chan shuttled between thousands of troops and horses alone, treating the opponent's swords, spears and halberds as nothing, seeing the spear breaking the spear, breaking the spear every time, and the blocker was invincible.

And in the face of any enemy, it is a one-stroke kill.

Such a power soon killed the group of Khitan warriors, and Sama scattered.

Mi Fang looked at Wang Chan in the distance, his eyes solemn.

At this moment, he admitted that he had lost his eyes before, but he also had confidence in the mace in his hand, and his name as the wolf king came from this.

Mi Fang felt that the mount had limited his flexibility, so he flipped upside down and flew above Wang Chan, and quickly attacked the killer, and the mace burst out like wind and thunder, and slashed down on the head.

The strong wind blew away the ends of the hair in front of Wang Chan's forehead.

His face was indifferent, and he stretched out his hand and pointed out, hitting the mace.

Mi Fang only felt a force directly hit him through the mace, and with a muffled snort, he was shocked and flew out.

And this, God finally opened his eyes.

Mi Fang, who vomited blood and landed on the ground, happened to be stepped on in the chest by an out-of-control war horse, and immediately his chest cavity was sunken, and he died so much that he couldn't die anymore.

From the Khitan warriors entering the city to the present, it is just a short tea exercise.

From the city gate to the place where Wang Chan was besieged, a long street dozens of steps long was already full of no less than two hundred dead and wounded, which showed the fierceness of the battle.

Looking at the dead corpses all over the ground and the blood flowing endlessly, everyone felt as if they were in Shura Hell.

But if they had been to Luoyang, they would have been glad and understood what the real Shura hell was.

These horse thieves have all done a lot of evil, and none of them are not innocent, so Wang Chan started without mercy, and almost all of them raised and fell with their hands happily.

When Brother Cave saw the scene in front of him, he was in a state of confusion, knowing that he had kicked the iron plate this time. Looking at the closed city gate behind him, there was a look of despair in his eyes......

As the sun sets, the blood-colored dusk shines on the dead bodies all over the streets.

The most obvious corpse at the beginning was the Khitan cave brother, who was the servant Wang Chan who killed a total of 700 Khitan horse thieves.

Chen Jiafeng and the others respected him even more like gods, so they just knelt down and shouted the old immortals.

Wang Chan understood the meaning in their eyes, but he could save them for a while, but he couldn't save them for a lifetime. Because he is destined to be just a passerby in this world.

"Take the rest of the people in the city south, and when you get to the Song family's land, just say, 'If you want to invite me to drink next time, let Song Yuzhi pour the wine herself', and someone will arrange for you." ”

After leaving the last sentence, Wang Chan drifted away.

......

The Liangdu Wharf is still so sparse and deserted.

And Wang Chan's small boat was safely docked on the shore under the protection of Peng Lianghui.

He looked up at the boat in front of him, the corners of his mouth suddenly raised, and an intriguing smile appeared on his face.

Wang Chan slowly walked into the ship and gently pushed open the hatch.

In the faint sunlight through the cabin window, the breathless beauty of Wan Wan was sitting on the chair next to the window, looking down intently—her pair of white and flawless, untouched bare feet, her expression seemed to be a little unusually shy, but it seemed to be just her usual evil determination.

However, Wang Chan could see her nervousness at this time from her slightly flickering eyes.

Wang Chan leaned on the door frame in a dashing manner, looked at Wan Wan, and chuckled: "Why, did you come all the way from the Yin Sect to prepare to recommend yourself for a pillow seat?"

Wan Wan raised her head and looked at Wang Chan, gently shaking her long belly, black and bright hair, her face as white as jade, her eyebrows were green, and her beautiful eyes were looking forward to life, even Wang Chan had to admit that she was really attractive.

I only heard her cherry □ spit lightly: "It is an honor for the concubine to warm the bed for the son." ”

Her tone is not only gentle like a whisper on the pillow, but also slow as if she gently places every word in the space, which makes people feel very peaceful.

And the temptation is abnormal. (To be continued.) )