A person's tragedy is so small in the killing field.

The most terrible thing here is death, and the most common thing is death, and what is more terrible than death is that you are not afraid of death.

Du Xiang, who was at the end of the crossbow, didn't know where to get his strength, and the spear broke through the formation, and he actually rushed through the three hundred iron cavalry array, leaving a long bloody road paved by corpses.

"Devil!"

"He's the devil!"

A commotion was directly caused in the camp of the homeless cavalry, and it was appalling to know that one person wanted to cut through the sea of guns and knives composed of three hundred people.

So much so that this group of half-demons and half-demons were shocked.

Du Xiang was also uncomfortable, the knife marks and gun holes all over his body slowly flowed with blood, the armor was tattered, the battle robe was also soaked with blood, the right hand that was originally tied to the war knife, the entire right arm was cut off in half, and only a small amount of skin was linked to the minced meat, so that the entire right arm would not be completely broken, but with each movement of Du Xiang, the arm that naturally fell would shake violently, and then there was a violent tearing feeling, which was painful.

Du Xiang's left arm was still intact, his right hand twisted the barrel of the gun, and the tip of the gun was pointed upwards and there was a corpse that was not even a corpse, but could only be barely called a piece of meat.

This corpse is Tong Niu, at the moment when Du Xiang met him, he was directly nailed to death with a shot, and he was picked at the head of the gun as a shield, and he didn't know how many chops he blocked for Du Xiang along the way, so that by the time Du Xiang chiseled through the military formation, Tong Niu's corpse was already one in ten.

The fear of the three hundred homeless horsemen spread like an epidemic, and everyone fell into deep fear.

Du Xiang's legs lightly clamped the horse's belly, and the equally scarred war horse under his crotch stopped his pace with a sharp heart.

Du Xiang shook a beautiful spear flower with a gun in his left hand, and Tong Niu's only remaining body was directly split and exploded, and then Du Xiang stuck his spear into the ground, pulled out a short knife from his left waist, and waved it vigorously at his right arm, and the silver light flashed, and the arm fell in response.

Suddenly, a huge pain in the heart rushed straight from the arm to the Tianling Gai, which completely awakened the originally somewhat drowsy brain.

And Du Xiang gritted his teeth from beginning to end and didn't say a word.

After doing all this, Du Xiang didn't care about the broken arm, the general only needed to be wrapped in a corpse and die, and He Wei was born into the Hundred Battles City.

Du Xiang is a rough man, he doesn't know much about the truth, he only thinks that it is best for him to die on horseback in his life, and it is really embarrassing to die in bed.

Pulling out the bloodied spear, he gently stroked the mane on the horse's back with his ring finger and little finger, as if he felt a little guilty that this guy was going to die together.

The war horse is the most spiritual, and it seems to feel Du Xiang's guilt, he lowered his head and neighed, and re-stepped into the horse's hooves, this time the target was Ding Lai, who was fighting in the first place.

The rear of the battlefield was terrifyingly quiet, and no one among the homeless people dared to stop this devil who had come out of the mountain of corpses and blood.

Finally, Du Xiang walked in front of Ding Lai, and looked at the leader of the homeless people who was already bruised and gritted his teeth, and actually laughed, and said, "Just you, a dog thief, are you delusional to break my Xinji City?" It's ridiculous. Suddenly, Du Xiang's words changed, he restrained his smile, pointed his gun at Ding, and said coldly: "What kind of garbage are you?"

"Die!" Ding Lai could no longer disguise his indifferent expression and roared: "Death to Lao Tzu!"

Ding Lai raised the reins with his right hand, and after falling, his fist smashed heavily on the horse's neck, the war horse neighed in pain and trotted forward with the horse's hooves, Ding Lai pulled out his long sword, and when he was three steps away from Du Xiang, Ding Lai stabbed the sword into Du Xiang's chest after picking up Du Xiang's spear with a sword, and then gritted his teeth close to Du Xiang's ear and said: "You can die."

Du Xiang, who had already exhausted himself, sneered again: "Are you scared? Since it's a dog bastard, what kind of big-tailed wolf is pretending, it's really disgusting. After scolding Du Xiang, he was particularly angry, his head slammed hard, and there was a muffled sound, and the two of them suddenly broke their heads and bled out.

"Big brother!" Bi Heng was also startled when he saw this scene, and hurriedly drove his horse to Ding Lai.

"Ahhhh Ding Lai screamed wildly, he was originally just begging for a life on the border line, saying that he didn't want to be big was lying to others, but Ding Lai didn't want to really tie his life to someone else's knife to beg for wealth, whether this life is dead or alive is no longer up to Ding. So speaking of which, Ding Lai's anger is probably much more than Du Xiang's.

It's just that harming people is harming people after all, no matter if you are wronged, as long as you wave a knife at others, it will be wrong.

Wu Ming, who had just escaped from the inn, couldn't help but turn his head from a distance when he looked at the scene that was almost worthy of a whip corpse, and asked, "Since you just helped him, why don't you help him again?" ”

The storyteller on the side did not respond. If he hadn't secretly shot just now and blocked the fatal fifty-three knives for Du Xiang, how could Du Xiang have been able to chisel through it for a while? This is not a boring book for idle tea drinkers.

After waiting for a long time and not waiting for Mr. Storyteller's response, Wuming said to himself: "It's better to stay here than to stare at that devil." ”

The storyteller scoffed, "Then you just keep staring." ”

Wu Ming's face suddenly turned blue as if he had eaten a fly, and he didn't dare to continue complaining.

After a long time, the storyteller suddenly said: "Don't look at it, today's excitement is gone, have a good rest tonight, and tomorrow will be even more lively." ”

As if a prophecy, not long after Mr. Storyteller said that, Ding Lai quickly stopped fighting and withdrew the charging outcasts, which gave Xinji City a little respite.

"It's over?" Wuming asked incredulously.

The storyteller shook his head and said, "What do you think, end?" This is just the beginning. ”

In the North Gate Inn, Zhang Fuzhi slept very sweetly on the table, but the subtle snoring sound that sounded from time to time was particularly harsh. Chu Shishanhe, who was lying on the bed and resting with his eyes closed, rolled back and forth, holding the quilt and wrapping his head to no avail, and finally sat up directly and picked up the pillow and smashed it at Zhang Fuzhi.

"Well, ah......" Zhang Fuzhi, who was awakened by the smash, raised his head in confusion and looked around, as if wondering who I am? Where am I? After being blinded for a while, Zhang Fuzhi came back to his senses, then scratched his neck, and looked at Chu Shishanhe with a resentful look like an angry little daughter-in-law, but in the end he still didn't have a seizure, but picked up the pillow and put it on the table to continue to rest, after all, it is really time to rest and rest all the way.

"Can you get out?" Chu Shishanhe reprimanded loudly.

Zhang Fuzhi raised his head and changed directions to continue sleeping, constantly arranging in his heart, 'The little devil wants to use the topic to play to drive Lao Tzu out, and he wants to eat fart.' ’

Chu Xinsu, who had been sitting on the square chair by the window and practicing, turned around and looked out the window and said, "It seems that there is no sound outside, is it over?" Let's run. ”

Chu Shishanhe, who had been beaten by the small abacus, scratched his head in annoyance, and said softly: "It's still early, it's just that today's fight is over, and you have to make a fuss at night, so let's practice early." ”