Death.

It's not terrible.

It's terrible to not be able to carry out your will. Break free from all shackles, live freely, and live wantonly.

King Han? Liaodong Tigers?

No.

I'm just Wu Nian.

Ordinary surnames, common first names.

But he is a hot-blooded man.

Between life and death, ordinary people tremble.

The brave are fearless.

Hou Wancheng's stabbed horse lance did not make Wu Nian shake in the slightest.

The malicious voices of Wan Yanxian and Meng Yuan's soldiers, and the frightened voices of the guards and Wei Poyu all seemed to be the wind in their ears.

Wu Nian's eyebrows flew wantonly, and his willpower was condensed and as solid as a rock.

He knew what he was doing and what he was going to do next.

Able to follow the rules and be able to adapt to changes.

Wu Nian glanced at Wan Yan Xian first, and his eyes showed a look of mockery. Then he also learned Yan Xian's appearance and gave up the horse lance in his hand.

At this glance, the lethality is huge.

made Wan Yanxian feel a bad premonition in his heart, and then his heart was cold.

Wu Nian gave up his horse lance, and his hands were free. And Wan Yanxian has been abolished, although he is holding Wu Nian's horse lance, but holding it upside down, it is difficult to do any damage with one hand.

Facing the spear edge that was close at hand, Wu Nian's eyes were steady, his breathing was not disturbed at all, and his brows even relaxed slightly.

The brave are fearless.

Hou Wancheng's horse lance, the spear edge is cold and shining, and the edge is incomparable.

Wu Nian was at lightning speed, with both hands one positive and one backward, firmly grasping the spear.

"Poof". The flesh is sliced open, and the blood blooms. Wu Nian didn't need to look to know that the wound was deep and the bones were visible.

Hurt.

Of course it hurts.

But Wu Nian's expression was like a rock that had not moved for ten thousand years, and there was no change.

Time seemed to have stopped.

The scene was noisy, but it seemed to be heard again. Everyone's eyes were focused on Wu Nian.

The eyes of the Ouchi guards were still frightened, but there was a little more joy in the fear.

The Mengyuan soldiers were still enthusiastic, but there was a little more astonishment in their eyes.

True. Empty-handed into the white blade.

Hard damage resistance.

Wu Nian's hand was injured, but his arm was still there, and his strength was great.

"Kill !!!!!!" Hou Wancheng looked at the tip of the spear that was close to Wu Nian's neck, of course, it was impossible to let go, roared wildly, and tried his best to pierce the tip of the spear into Wu Nian's neck.

His face was red, his eyes were round, and his arms under the protection of his armor were obviously thick, and he had done his best.

But Wu Nian's hand was more steady.

Holding a white blade in his hand, blood was dripping and fell to the ground. But Hou Wancheng's lance is not allowed to enter.

It seems to be close at hand, like the end of the world.

King Han's life is very hard.

"What are you doing?!!!!! Stab it. Wan Yanxian yelled. At the same time, grabbing Wu Nian's right hand and exerting his strength to eat milk, he smashed Wu Nian's head round.

"The King's !!!" Seeing this, one of Ouchi's guards roared wildly and flew up from his horse.

"Bump". Wan Yanxian held the horse lance upside down and hit the Ouchi guard with a stick. Wanhu's strength was still there, and the Ouchi guard was hit in the back, snorted, and fell from the sky, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Good brother."

The light in Wu Nian's eyes flashed and he spoke. Then his arms suddenly gave birth to ten thousand powers, and poured them into the horse lance in his hand.

He held a sharp spear in his hand and pushed his arms forward.

"Bump".

Hou Wancheng's face changed drastically, and his arms shrank to his chest like springs.

"Kill !!!" Hou Wancheng was furious, and his dignity was hurt. He roared wildly, shook his arms, and planned to fight hard.

At this moment, Wu Nian's hands flicked, and then let go of Hou Wancheng's horse lance.

Hou Wancheng was caught off guard, and Ma Lance, with the strength of his whole body, stabbed at Wu Nian.

With a "poof", the blood bloomed.

On the left side of Wu Nian's neck, a wound suddenly appeared. Blood flowed out.

"The King's !!!!!!!" The eyes of the Ouchi guards, Wei Poyu and others were about to split, and their heads were blank for a moment.

"Okay."

"King Han is dead. King Han is dead. ”

"General Hou is mighty, and he will kill the king of Han."

The Mengyuan soldiers cheered loudly, as if an arrow had determined the country.

And Wan Yanxian was first overjoyed and then shocked, and shouted: "Be careful." ”

What a Han king.

It's fearless.

This grip, wrestling, throwing, and letting go, made Hou Wancheng's spear lose its accuracy, and the blood did not spurt out, but splashed out.

One false step will make a great difference.

But if it is not courageous and fearless, who would dare to do this?

By the slightest margin, Wu Nian's blood vessels were about to be cut.

The large blood vessels in the neck were cut, which was equivalent to an order from Lord Yama.

Wu Nian's gaze remained unchanged, as if it was not himself who was stabbed.

Hou Wancheng's scalp was numb, and in order to wrestle with Wu Nian, his strength had been put into this lance, and he couldn't stop it.

Between the lightning and the fire.

Wu Nian stretched out his right hand, which was covered with blood, pulled out the steel knife at his waist, and stepped forward, and the King of Han rushed forward.

The sword light drew a perfect semicircle in the air, and then the blood light bloomed.

"Poof".

Wu Nian's eyes rolled, watching Hou Wancheng's neck be cut by himself, and then spraying blood wildly.

The difference is a fraction of a centimeter with the right cut to the blood vessels.

"It's over." Hou Wancheng maintained the posture of stabbing out the horse lance, looked down at his neck, and showed a wry smile on his face, and then he used his last strength and shouted: "Athletes." Keep rushing. You're all dead. ”

Let's talk about it. Hou Wancheng spurted out more blood, and the vitality in his body quickly drained as the blood spurted out. A moment later, the horse lance in his hand fell to the ground, his body shook a few times, and it also fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, and he did not bat at death.

Of the nine thousand households, one person died.

Nine-headed tigers, eight left.

"Do as General Hou says. Even if all of our households are dead, you are still Mengyuan warriors. Now it's time to put it to death and come back to life. ”

"We're surrounded."

"Only by fighting hard can there be life."

"Kill !!!" Wan Yanxian was delayed by the big internal guards, failed to hit Wu Nian, and watched Hou Wancheng die in battle. After his eyes were split, and after roaring hard, he raised his right arm again, took Wu Nian's horse lance, and rode forward, wanting to crush Wu Nian to death.

Wu Young glanced at this person with contempt, the tiger who lost his teeth, is that still a tiger?

You're useless, I'm not.

He steered the war horse lightly, dodged Wan Yanxian's attack, and the steel knife in his hand was like a white rainbow running through the sun.

The sharp tip of the knife pierced Wan Yanxian's neck, emerging from behind, and blood sprayed.

"There are seven left."

Wu Nian muttered to himself.