According to the soldiers of the Tiger Battalion, the Marquis rushed alone into the dense barbarian army. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The info armor clanged on his body, and the dragon spear pointed at him, and he was three feet close, and he was slashed to death by the seven-star sword.

He slaughtered all the way to the barbarian leader, and let out the loudest roar of the entire battlefield, knocking off the bravest and most warlike man of the entire barbarian.

At that time, he had lost his left arm, and the sharp arrow filled with the venom of the golden scorpion had already wounded him in the chest, the poison that was enough to kill a huge creature like a "fire sign", but it did not make Hou Fu fall, and he slashed everyone in front of him like crazy.

When he was dying, he slashed and killed more than 370 barbarians, including a large number of barbarian cavalry, more than a dozen elite warriors, and the leader of the high barbarians, Mufule.

Later, the Marquis gradually fell, and everyone in the Tiger Battalion tried desperately to retrieve his body, but the body was already unrecognizable.

In the trampling of tens of thousands of barbarians, how complete can the corpse be?

The marquis did not open the coffin, as he said, sprinkled his ashes on the high head of the western city.

The green bones and red powder carried his soul to float in Surabaya, looking for his deceased lover, and there was a beautiful legend of the later Tian'a Liuying.

In the vast and empty palace of Shuo Ri, Emperor Shuo lay in front of the desk for a long time without speaking, he just poured a full glass of wine. When he was a little drunk, he angrily slapped the case and said sharply: "Hou Fu! Why did you die so quickly? You didn't even give me a chance to surpass you! Could it be that I could only live under your scenery for the rest of my life, and even this throne was a scrap of food that you disdained?"

Enraged, he smashed his glass, kicked over the case, and rolled down in the luxurious glazed hall.

In the deep prison of Shuori.

The wounded steed was pulled by a large number of guards, and Chi needed seventeen guards to pull it firmly with iron ropes before he could barely control it.

"What to do, Your Majesty?"

"Where is the mad dog that hurt me?"

"Cell 37. ”

"Very good, very good, just pull this horse to the front of cell 37. "Yes. ”

As heavy footsteps sounded, Hou Xue's eyes opened suddenly, and she walked to the place near the corridor of the cell with her spear in her hand. He seemed to smell something, and Lu Yubing also watched all this with a non-seeptic look.

It was Hou Xiaochen who led many guards to pull Chi over, and Hou Xue had already seen them, so he secretly retreated from the edge of the cell, and stretched the tip of the gun out of the gap between the iron bars of the cell.

He adjusted his breathing, holding the tail of the gun in one hand and the body of the gun in the other, every inch of his body tensed.

He didn't make any more noises, and even the tip of the gun was only a little bit visible.

The female doctor suddenly hugged Hou Xue from behind and said in a low voice: "What do you want? He is my country's son-in-law, you quickly put down the gun." Hou Xue pushed her away, and she fell to the ground hard.

The doctor hurriedly hugged his thigh again, and kept saying, "Don't look for death, are you really crazy?" Hou Xue held his breath and concentrated, no matter how the doctor interfered with him and how he pulled his body downward, he could not let him loose in the slightest.

At the moment when Hou Xue's pupils contracted, his tense muscles were instantly released, and the doctor spit out two words blankly: "It's over." ”

- The gun has been stabbed!

This simple shot has the power to shatter the world. Containing the "Dragon's Roar" and another wave of unknown internal methods, it is a violent and precise assassination gun.

If it weren't for the dead man of the Flowing Shadow who tried his best to resist with his body, maybe Hou Xiaochen would have died directly here.

The dead man used a short knife to block, and the blade made of stainless steel was shattered by the iron spear, and he used his hands, arms, and even his chest to block, but this shot still shattered all the protection and stabbed Hou Xiaochen.

Even before he died, the dead man used his broken hand to strangle the iron spear in his body, taking away Hou Xue's only weapon.

Hou Xiaochen was shocked, he pushed away the corpse of the Shadow Dead Soldier, and shouted angrily, "Everyone, stop! ”

More than twenty people tried their best to press it downward, but they could not bend its noble legs and hooves in the slightest.

The crowd shouted: "Your Majesty, this horse has a violent temperament, and we need to suppress it for a while." ”

Hou Xiaochen pulled out the golden scimitar from his waist and slashed into Chi's joints!

The scimitar rubbed fiercely, Hou Xiaochen smiled coldly, and said, "I heard that the skin of the blood horse is like steel, and the bone is like iron, just sharpening my knife." The second knife was even more ferocious, and the whole horse's leg was suddenly broken, and the bloody horse, which had never knelt down, finally fell.

Hou Xiaochen laughed, "Look, isn't this just kneeling?" Everyone was dumbfounded, "Your Majesty, look ......"

Hou Xue clutched the iron bar of the cell with both hands, his skin and flesh had been crushed, and his muscles and bones made a cracking sound, and he shook the iron bar with his flesh, and half of his body had been squeezed out.

An inexplicable fear will hang over everyone present.

It is like a troll suppressed by the Buddhas in the sky, and it is pouring into the world from the cracks of hell in a desperate manner.

Hou Xiaochen is actually smart and courageous, but he can't help but be moved by such a scene. He used to cause trouble everywhere, but it was just to lure out his father's henchman, Liuying. He wasn't the kind of person who was willing to wait until Emperor Shuo died of old age, so he pretended to be panicked and shouted: "Come and escort!

The two Shadow Dead men rushed to the bars one left and the other to the right.

They drew their sharp short knives and stabbed forward! The sharp blade must have slashed into Hou Xue's flesh first.

Indeed, the knife stabbed into Hou Xue's arm, but Hou Xue locked their throats with one hand. With a sudden force, their throats were crushed, and bones and red blood splattered on him.

Even though Hou Xue didn't say a word, it was like a devil who devoured the sky and the earth roaring at everyone, and the invisible hand pulled everyone back, they were like being surrounded by thousands of sharp knives, even the slightest breath would be pierced and killed.

- "Da, da, da"

The Shadow Force sensed something had changed, and the second group of ten quickly moved into the cell, their boots rattling on the ground.

If something happens to the son-in-law, they all die.

However, this is the most tightly supervised prison in Shuori, and apart from the transfer of the jailers by his son-in-law, what kind of trouble can he cause? After all, only the emperor and the warden have the right to enter and leave freely among the felons held at the bottom of the prison.

The Shadow Dead kept running, but they saw a man holding the neck of a dead horse, covered in blood. I wonder if it was his own blood, or the blood of the horse, or the blood of the horrible corpses beside him?

Hou Xue just hugged Chi and didn't say a word, he held the severely deformed spear in his other hand, and the head of the spear pierced Chi's heart.

Blood horses are a unique race.

If they can't run, they can't be the closest animal to the wind on the savannah, and they will die of depression. Red roared suddenly, and rushed a few feet towards the blood-stained tip of the spear, piercing its body. The doctor shrunk in the cage and trembled, just because she saw Hou Xue's appearance during the war, which was the most brutal murder method she had ever seen, and she had faintly heard the "blood rage" trait inherited from the Gongcheng family for generations.