Chapter Ninety-Eight: Ten Years of Feud

"Who am I?" The voice completely became hoarse, with a sense of sadness, and the black-robed man raised his hand to take off the black robe, "If you want to know who this seat is, then this seat will let you see clearly who it is." ”

Hearing this, the soldiers who gathered around felt that something was wrong, and they faintly sensed a familiarity in the black-robed man.

A...... Frightening familiarity.

The black-robed man grabbed the black-robed robe with his right hand and pulled it, and the black-robed robe flew up, flying like a flag, and finally fell like dust, and finally returned to mortal dust.

"General?!"

Everyone finally saw the faces under the black robes, and almost half of the soldiers subconsciously took a half step back and exclaimed.

After throwing away the black robe, a person with short hair and an extremely hideous expression appeared, and there was a clear blue mark on the center of his eyebrows, which seemed to be formed by three mountains, exuding a repressive aura.

Its appearance is not handsome, it can be said that it is not good-looking, but the masculinity that wafts out between the eyebrows is really fascinating, the eyes are shining, the temperament is rigid, there is a sense of being immobile in the conquest of thousands of troops, and the general's demeanor is fully revealed.

"It's you!" Long Hao's expression was moved, he would not forget that the battle ten years ago, although he won, he was almost seriously injured, if it wasn't for the elixir, he must have returned to bliss.

If there is anyone in the world who can match him, then he will definitely shake his head and say nothing, but his mind will flash the battle ten years ago, and only that person can fight him.

"I can't imagine that I'll come back alive." The black-robed man stared at Long Hao coldly, and his hoarse voice made people tremble, "Ten years ago, it was just a matter for you to seize my military power, but you relied on the backstage to be hard, and when I went out, I took my virtuous wife Ling. Humiliation, I was not against you at that time, and now this seat is back. ”

"Since that day, this seat has been renamed Fu Chou, which means revenge, today should understand everything, and return this place to a clear light."

All the soldiers, you look at me, I look at you, there is a deep fear in their eyes, they deeply remember the horror of the previous general, and now they still have lingering palpitations and cannot forget.

The black-robed man, who was the previous general, was the person who was stationed here, and the army was strict and the means were quite ruthless, so no one dared to disobey his order, although he did not look very good, but his luck was excellent, and he married a daughter-in-law, and his appearance was as beautiful as a flower, and his body was like a water snake, which made people crazy.

Ten years ago, Long Hao appeared, with his father's order, to seize the power of Fu Chou's army, and he was infinitely infatuated with the beautiful woman, and finally couldn't hold it back, and sent Fu Chou out under the pretext, and then he stunned the woman and took it to the tent......

"I didn't expect you to come back alive, which really surprised General Ben." His face did not change, Long Hao said coldly, the killing intent was like a cold wind in the ice and snow, sweeping in all directions.

"Back then, you insulted my wife, causing her to commit suicide, and I was willing to turn into a sword spirit and let me kill you." As he spoke, Fu Chou's face was full of sadness, "I was defeated, I was seriously injured and fled, the shame of that day, and the blood wash today." ”

The women in the corner laughed, their laughter echoing through the valley, and the laughter that usually sounded soft and made the blood boil, now seemed like the sound of a request for life, which made the soldiers uneasy.

More than 10,000 people, holding sharp blades, wanted to kill Fu Chou under the knife, but now they didn't dare to move, with horror on their faces, they deeply understood that if Fu Chou dared to come back, they would be sure to kill Long Hao.

And the two bloody heads before were even more shocking, Long Hao was a general, and he was a warrior with a voyeuristic body.

His father is a general, and he is a martial artist with a void body, and he is not also killed by Fu Chou, and he comes with a human head.

His grandfather was a marshal, a true void warrior, and he was still carried by his head.

Just two examples are enough to make the soldiers frightened, they have been in the ** all year round, they have forgotten what is killing, what is war, what is blood.

"I'd like to see what you're capable of." Raising his head and roaring, Long Hao's body was like lightning, his whole body exuded silver light, and the long stick was waved, slashing towards Fu Chou.

Anger is raging, hatred is spreading, both sides are in a situation of no death, and if no one falls today, then this battle will not stop.

In Fu Chou's heart, Long Hao's family deserved to die, but he had mercy and only killed Long Hao's father and grandfather, and the rest were bypassed by him.

But Long Hao can't be forgiven, because he is the culprit, and he is the one who brewed all this, and he should be killed.

"Lady, you are optimistic, and you have avenged your husband." Raising his head and smiling sadly, it was sad to watch, Fu Chou was not afraid of Long Hao at all, and faced him with his bare hands.

One stick after another, flying all over the sky, but he couldn't touch Fu Chou at all, his body didn't seem to move, and he maintained a forward posture.

But even this did not move, and the silver long stick that filled the sky could not get close to him at all.

"You, that's all you can do?" Rushing to Long Hao, Fu Chou said hoarsely, raising his hand is a punch that hit Long Hao's heart hard.

The body flew upside down, fell to the ground and took a few steps back before stabilizing his body, Long Hao's face was gloomy, and there was a flame burning in his eyes.

"What can I do with a mere peep into the void?" Fu Chou stepped out, his steps were very slow and slow, as if he was not stepping on the ground, but stepping on the hearts of all the soldiers.

"Brothers, today is either him dead, or we are dead, kill."

Several commanders looked at each other, and they saw the fear in each other's eyes, and finally yelled, rushed towards Fu Chou with weapons in hand, and followed closely by many soldiers, they all understood that if they didn't kill Fu Chou today, they would die.

"Obsessed." Snorted coldly, looking at the soldiers rushing over, Fu Chou's expression was even more poignant, among the people who rushed in, there were familiar faces, brothers who had fought in battle, and now they turned their backs and threatened to kill him.

His heart was like colic, but he didn't hesitate, and when Fu Chou took a step, strands of momentum emanated from his body, forming a hurricane like a sharp blade, spreading out in all directions.

Touching this wind, the soldiers who rushed towards were reduced to blood in the shouting, and in the blink of an eye, more than half of the more than 10,000 people died, this was not a killing, but a complete slaughter.

"Stick sweep a thousand armies!"

Jumping up and shouting, Long Hao's body was in the air, and the silver stick in his hand rolled up like a long dragon, forming a whirlwind, drilling towards Fu Chou.

Once a martial artist steps into the Three Voids, he can practice martial arts, which is more powerful than the divine powers of a cultivator, and this is where a martial artist is really powerful.

Warriors, cultivators, sword cultivators, and demon cultivators are collectively called monks.

"Such moves, dare to show off in front of this seat?" With his right hand in his palm, he raised it and pinched it in the air, and saw that the silver stick that was spinning and drilled stopped instantly, as if it was stationary, and Long Hao's body was also still in the air, unable to move.

A broken knife appeared in his hand, Fu Chou's originally sad expression became soft, he held the knife in one hand, stroked the blade with the other and murmured: "Lady, for your husband, I will avenge you, let you drink his blood and eat his soul." ”