Night.

The fire prison is closed.

A spacious hall for deliberations.

A tall general heard the recommendation of his distant relative, Lao Song Tou, and his face, showed a proud expression, and then strode out and stood in the center of the hall.

This person is the most courageous anti-thief captain of the Blood Turban Army-Song Batian, he is holding a two-handled hammer in his hand, and he is full of confidence:

"General, please rest assured, with these two drum urns and golden hammers in the hands of the last general, what can be called Jiang Chen, Zhang Baisui and others, there is no return!"

Hearing this, Wang Ganju was in a good mood and nodded:

"Well, General Song's strength, I recognize."

"In the past, when he attacked the county town of Dunhuang, he opened the city gate with his own strength and made great achievements, which can be described as the courage of ten thousand people!"

At the time of the initial rebellion, the Blood Turban Army and Wang Ganju himself were only three generals, and Song Batian was one of them.

This person's most courageous record is to use the brute force of one person, rushing to the gate of Dunhuang County, waving three heavy hammers in succession, and in just three or five breaths, the thick wooden door weighing nearly 100,000 catties was opened a big hole by the raw hammer.

Many anti-thieves and soldiers broke into the door hole and killed Dunhuang County into a river of blood, and the heads were rolling. Song Batian also got the nickname of "Song Sanhammer" because of this.

The lieutenants also recalled Song Batian's past achievements, and they all nodded yes, and said in unison:

"General Song is extremely brave, and he is invincible under Wuhou!"

At this moment, another prestigious anti-thief captain, holding a pear blossom mountain axe, weighing about eight thousand catties, was extremely dissatisfied:

"Song Sanhammer, how can he be worthy of the title of "the first fierce general of the Blood Turban Army", you might as well compare with each other to see who wins and who loses?"

The person who spoke was another veteran captain from the Blood Turban Army, called Han Yonghu.

This person was born in Yizhou, and the martial arts he stepped into was not a thief, but a strong general in Yizhou-the general who guarded the mountain.

In terms of foreign warfare, although Han Yonghu is slightly inferior to Song Batian, his special mysterious skills can make him triple his strength when guarding the mountain gate!

Therefore, if this guy does not leave the range of Ranquan Mountain, his comprehensive strength will be even three points stronger than Song Batian.

There is no first in the text, and there is no second in the martial arts.

Hearing Han Yonghu's provocation, how could Song Batian endure it, he immediately raised the drum urn golden hammer in his hand, and said unceremoniously:

"Even you, a wild cat guarding the mountain, are you worthy of competing with this general?"

In just a few words, the atmosphere of the entire conference hall was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

The rest of the ordinary anti-thief captains were also happy to have a lively look, and shouted one after another:

"Hit, fuck fuck!"

"I'll give fifty taels of silver, and General Song can win!"

"I'm sorry, it's really a little family, I'll pay a hundred taels, and bet on General Han to win!"

Just when there was a lot of noise, the eighteen captains present all trembled, as if they sensed some kind of extremely terrifying aura.

Instantly.

The audience was silent.

The eighteen anti-thief captains were all silent, and looked up at the leader on the tiger-skin pineapple wooden chair, their eyes full of fear.

"Humph!"

Wang Ganju snorted coldly, and absorbed all the terrifying aura burst out of the Seven Killing Star Destiny, and then showed a warm smile like a spring breeze:

"The two generals both have the courage to be unstoppable, but now, the Blood Turban Army is facing a great enemy, can the two generals take a break from the internal strife and unite with the outside world, how about it?"

Song Batian and Han Yonghu glanced at each other, both snorted dissatisfiedly, and then skimmed their heads, but it could be regarded as revealing what happened tonight.

Wang Ganju smiled:

"General Ben has a note."

"Whoever can cut off the head of Captain Jiang Chen of Qingzhou will be the number one general of my Blood Turban Army, and he will be named a general, and his status is only below this general."

Hearing this, both Song Batian and Han Yonghu had a strong fighting intent in their eyes, and they said in unison, "The last general will obey the order.

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Then.

The two fought for a long time.

What they are fighting for is not a sideline, but the first qualification to fight, they are all full of confidence in their own strength, and secretly think:

"It's just a young general who became famous in the remote Western Regions, and there are no heroes in the Western Regions, so he made the shaft famous!"

"There are no tigers in the mountains, the monkey is the king, how can he make a name for himself in the Western Regions, and how much strength can he have?"

"At most three hammers, you will be able to hammer ginger dust into meat puree"

"With just three axes, this young general surnamed Jiang will be called, and there will be no return!"

The two have been together for a long time, and their ideas are very similar, and in the end, they still opened their mouths with Wang Ganju and ordered Song Batian to go out of the customs first to invite a fight.

Soon.

With a smug look, Song Batian strode to the outside of the wall, and roared like a thunderbolt at the Qingliang bandit coalition who was camping:

"Where is Jiang Chen'er?"

The roar was very loud, the sound spread for ten miles, and the birds and birds in the nearby mountains and forests were all scattered in shock.

And at this time.

Qingliang's coalition army of bandits, a total of 10,000 soldiers, also heard this provocative roar, and raised their heads to look at the towering wall, and then, countless eyes focused on Jiang Chen.

"Interesting~"

A trace of coldness appeared at the corner of Jiang Chen's mouth, and he strode out of the barracks that had not yet been built, his eyes penetrated for several miles, and fell directly on Song Batian, this person had a fierce face, nine feet tall, full of muscles and strong muscles, and was by no means an ordinary person.

【Song Batian】

【Condition:Good】

[Hometown: Liangzhou, Dunhuang, Xiaogu County]

[Personality: Born Blood Courage (Crimson), Seven Killing Star Scrolls (Crimson), Thief General (Crimson/Black), Blood Debt (Black)]

[Fortune: He was supposed to become a cavalry general in Liangzhou, but he was oppressed by the tax collectors and failed to enlist in Liangzhou, and then joined the Blood Turban Army. 】

[Nickname: Song Sanhammer]

【Dao: The Way of Blood Evil (12 Steps)】

[Cultivation is: Anti-thief captain (consummation), the total amount of qi and blood is one hundred and twenty-four stones. 】

[Exercises (Abilities): Blood Sacrifice Slaughtering the City and Reverse Dragon Duel (Blazing Gold), Killing Officials Thirteen Hammers (Blazing Gold) ......]

[Heaven's Comment: Killing one is a crime, and slaughtering ten thousand is a male; Slaughtered nine million, it was for the male of the male! 】

The original body had also been oppressed by tax collectors, which made Jiang Chen feel a little sympathy for this person, but when he saw that Song Batian had slaughtered the people many times, he no longer had the slightest good feeling.

Jiang Chen showed a cold and disgusted expression, and asked coldly:

"Who are you?"

Song Batian stood on the wall of the fire prison, looking down at the tens of thousands of Qingliang bandit coalition troops in the distance, and he was not afraid at all.

He held a two-handled drum urn golden hammer, and took the initiative to invite the battle:

"I am Song Batian, the first general of the Blood Turban Army, you dog officer, you just shot five brothers of our army, this is a blood feud, can you dare to fight with this general for 300 rounds?"

Before Jiang Chen could speak, in the barracks, Wei Anguo laughed three times:

"Captain Jiang is my first lieutenant in Qingzhou, and the weapon he holds is even more mysterious, how can you, a nameless rat, stain the blade of the tiger?"

"Zhang Temple."

"The end will be."

"Test the strength of this nameless thief."

"The last will obey."

Soon.

Zhang Si got the order, rode a dragon horse, galloped to the fire prison wall, hooked his fingers, and said provocatively:

"Thief general, can you dare to go out and fight with this general?"

Jiang Chen knew in his heart that at present, he had no idea how much combat power the Blood Turban Army had.

"Sun Tzu: Seeking Attack" has a saying:

"Know yourself and know your opponent, and you will not be defeated in a hundred battles!"

In fact, Wei Anguo deliberately sent Zhang Si to fight, which was a small attack on the strength of the Blood Turban Army

Temptation of the heart.

"Damn!"

"Dare to underestimate Naigong!"

Song Batian was so angry in his heart that he didn't even bother to ride the horse, so he immediately jumped out of the fire prison wall, and with a "boom", the ground collapsed into a deep pit.

Wei Anguo's eyes pierced through the smoke and dust, and he saw the situation inside.

The pit is nearly seven feet deep, and even if you don't comprehend the mystery of the Tao, you may not be much worse if you just jump down.

"This thief is very strong!" Wei Anguo sat upright on the general's chair, secretly commenting, and casually discharged several spiritual phantoms that had become fine pangolins, and rushed into the ground in case of emergency.

Wait for the smoke to clear.

Song Batian jumped out of the deep pit intact with two drum urns and golden hammers in his hands, which suddenly made many soldiers gasp.

"Shhh

"How much does this person weigh? 5,000 catties, 10,000 catties? Didn't you have a boulder on your back?"

"Even if he is a martial marquis, he will not have such a heavy body, in my opinion, it must be on his body, or the weapon in his hand, using some kind of heavy spiritual material!"

"That pit must be at least a foot deep, right?"

In the exclamation of many soldiers, Song Batian suddenly exerted force under his feet, and in an instant, he burst out with terrifying qi and blood, and the whole person was like a vicious tiger that chose people to devour, and pounced on Zhang Si who was riding a war horse, and the two drums and urns in his hands were golden hammers, and they burst out with cold killing intent:

"Lao Tzu, I hate you dog officials who look down on people the most!"

With this roar, Song Batian's murderous intent was furious, revealing an extremely hideous smile, and the double hammer in his hand waved reluctantly, flashing a scarlet light!

"Die!"

Song Batian roared angrily and swung his hammer!

Suddenly, the war horse that Zhang Si was riding was suddenly frightened by Song Batian's expression like a man-eating tiger, and his horse's feet were messy.

And then—

Bang!

The hammer that Song Batian swung out was so swift, in just a moment, it hit the horse's chest quickly, as fast as the wind!

The hammer he swung was so ferocious, it shattered the sternum of the war horse in an instant, and then, even the internal organs instantly shattered into blood foam, and Zhang Si, the owner on horseback, was also impacted by a huge force, and was knocked away dozens of steps away in a blink of an eye.

Bloody!

The hot horse blood instantly dyed Song Batian into a terrifying blood demon, but with blood on his body, he became more and more violent, and roared fiercely:

"It's not fun, let's hammer it again!"

said.

Song Batian's eyes were cold, and his eyebrows were filled with a frightening bloody aura, and he walked towards Zhang Si with a frightened face step by step.

"Brother, I'll save you!"

When Zhang Shan was in a hurry, he didn't even have time to ask for instructions, so he immediately slapped his horse out, holding a long knife, trying to rescue.

However.

After Song Batian was contaminated with blood, not only did his strength increase greatly, but he also seemed to have become another person, violent, resentful, fierce, crazy, and evil......

It's as if all the negative emotions in the world are gathered in this person.

At this moment, not only Zhang Si, who was shot away, but even Zhang Shan, who came to the rescue, was all shocked, his mind was blank, and the whole person was stunned in place.

Terror!

Great Terror!

This man is the most terrifying wicked person in the world!

"This is the way of blood?"

Jiang Chen clenched the buzzing tiger spirit in his hand, and sensed the strong battle intent that burst out from the soul of the instrument.

It was also at this time.

Above the city walls in the distance.

The old Song Tou followed Wang Ganju before and after the saddle, and also had some understanding of the stars in troubled times.

Seeing that his nephew was so bloody, he looked up again, and above the night sky, the Seven Killing Stars were faintly flashing with fierce light, and immediately laughed and said:

"General Jiang, there were three heroes fighting against Lu Bu in ancient times, if you are brave enough, you might as well follow the example of the ancients, come together, help my nephew, and become enlightened in seven kills!"

Voice

Just fell.

Song Batian's face was full of hideousness, his eyes flashed with extreme fierceness, he held a two-handled drum urn golden hammer in his hand, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Jiang Chen'er, do you dare to fight with General Ben?"

Under the gaze of thousands of soldiers, Jiang Chen walked out of the barracks step by step and responded coldly:

"Song Batian's face was full of hideousness, his eyes flashed with extreme fierceness, his hand held a two-handled drum urn golden hammer, and his voice was hoarse."