Wang Zhen roared, and the bright silver spear in his hand reflected in the rising sun, shining with dazzling silver brilliance. Wang Zhen took advantage of this strong light to still exist, and waved his gun in front of Zheng Ping, and the very dazzling silver light suddenly flashed into Zheng Ping's eyes mercilessly.

Zheng Ping immediately let out a loud "ahh

When Wang Zhen saw that the plan was effective, he was overjoyed in his heart, and said secretly: "The soldiers are not tired of cheating, don't blame me for being despicable." Immediately took the opportunity to transport all the strength of his body into his arms, quickly waved the bright silver spear in his hand, and stabbed again and again, each blow aimed at Zheng Ping's heart, intercostal, lower abdomen and other fatal parts, the technique was vicious and ruthless. I saw that the shadow of the gun was like the wind, the silver light was like rain, endless, going forward and successively, seeing that Zheng Ping was about to be stabbed into a sieve, but the accident happened in an instant.

Zheng Ping roared angrily, the sound shook the four fields, and the left hand that had been covering his eyes before also stretched out forward in an instant, accurately identifying the location of the bright silver spear in the rain of silver guns, and catching the churning silver spear with his bare hands!

Wang Zhen was shocked, and immediately tried his best to pull the bright silver spear out of Zheng Ping's hand and get out of control. But he found that the silver spear was embedded in a diamond, and no matter how hard he struggled and twitched, it had no effect, but he felt that the silver spear was being held tighter and tighter. Wang Zhen even felt that the next moment, the bright silver spear in his hand would be broken and crushed by Zheng Ping, and a sense of unknown fear suddenly filled Wang Zhen's heart, and at that moment, he seemed to see the hand of the god of death beckoning at him.

One moment, two moments, like a shuttle of time, seems to be stuck at this moment. Zheng Ping and Wang Zhen stared at each other silently, without making a sound. The two looked at each other as if there was no difference, but those who were discerning could easily discern the clues. Because in the eyes of the two, one flashed with determination, and the other implied fear.

A moment can sometimes make all the difference, but people always ignore the function of the moment, so they pass by countless opportunities. Hope is created by oneself, and destiny is also chosen by oneself, if you can't grasp and cherish it, it is tantamount to digging your own grave.

Wang Zhen is undoubtedly the one who does not know how to grasp his fate, not only did he fail to concentrate his mind in order to find a way out of the crisis, but he also generated anxiety and uneasiness at such a moment. His actions undoubtedly opened the door to the underworld for himself.

A moment of distraction and hesitation created the most perfect opportunity for Zheng Ping to counterattack, and the purple gold knife in his right hand slashed out diagonally from the bottom to the top, and a purple gold cold light froze the void.

The purple gold sharp edge, cutting the cold wind, trembling in the vacuum, like deep winter.

Wang Zhen suddenly felt a chill that almost congealed all the blood in his body, and an extra wound across his ribs instantly appeared on his chest, and red blood suddenly sprayed out, splashing Zheng Ping's armor all over red. Wang Zhen then fell from his horse, convulsed on the ground several times, and died of exhaustion. A pool of blood immediately formed under the corpse, and the scene was horrific and unusual.

Zheng Ping glanced at Wang Zhen's corpse on the ground regretfully, and sighed softly: "The battlefield is different child's play, and letting the opponent live is equivalent to forcing myself to go to a dead end, and I have no choice." ”

Wang Zhen's war horse galloped back to the Tang Army on its own, and at this time Zheng Ping said loudly: "Which general will go into battle again to give advice?" Di Xiang saw that he had lost a beloved general, and couldn't help but be angry, and said in his heart: "The strength of the generals of the Jing Army is extraordinary, and it seems that the only way to do it quickly is to fight quickly." So Lang Sheng responded: "General Zheng Ping is superb in martial arts, let me lead the teaching." Before the words fell, even the people and horses had come to Zheng Ping, which was really vigorous and resolute, without the slightest feeling of dragging mud and water.

Zheng Pingzheng wanted to praise him, but he didn't want Di Xiang to make a move immediately, Fang Tian painted the halberd like a golden snake out of the hole, the action was fast and ruthless, and he stabbed straight into Zheng Ping's heart, the technique was accurate, and he didn't deviate half an inch!

Di Xiang is familiar with the Tang Dynasty military book, so he naturally knows the magic of preemptive strike. As the saying goes: the first strike is the strongest, and the second strike suffers. There must be a reason for this supreme law, which is enshrined as a martial arts competition.

Zheng Ping barely reacted, his body hurriedly leaned back, narrowly avoiding this fatal blow, but he couldn't help but be afraid in his heart, secretly thinking that this Di Xiang was really a ruthless person.

Di Xiang did not relax after successfully taking the lead, taking advantage of the situation and pressing again and again, the halberd in his hand ran freely like a living thing, like a giant snake dancing wildly, and a thousand Jiao went to sea. The halberd shadows overlap and intertwine, the movements are scattered, every move and style is directed at the key point, and there is a killing machine hidden in every step, as if Zheng Ping will not stop until he is killed.

Zheng Ping was already in a passive state, so his body was full of flaws, although with his superb skills he was able to avoid Di Xiang's continuous ferocious attacks, but he was still quite reluctant, and it was probably only a matter of time before he was defeated.

Caught in such a dangerous situation, Zheng Ping secretly said that it was not good in his heart, but his consciousness clearly warned himself that he must not be distracted, otherwise it would be equivalent to cutting off his own way of life.

At this critical moment, the sound of "bell ----" resounded through the four fields and clearly entered everyone's ears.

Di Xiang's mind rippled because of the sudden sound, and his thoughts turned, and he almost stopped the rapid and compact attack. Di Xiang hurriedly calmed down and wanted to speed up the movements of his hands, but he didn't notice that the speed at which he wielded the halberd was already much slower.

The sound of "bell ----" sounded twice, and Di Xiang's offensive finally showed a trace of messiness at this moment. Zheng Ping seized the opportunity, and after swinging the purple gold knife and successfully swinging away the halberd that stabbed him in front of him, he dragged the knife and turned the horse, and galloped back to his own formation.

Di Xiang finally understood that he had been tricked at this time, and he was extremely unhappy in his heart, and he wanted to scold but finally held back, and said in a deep voice: "Are all the generals of the Jing Army characters who have escaped from the battle? I hope you can send a person with real ability to fight against me, instead of driving some nameless minions." ”

Although Lin Xiusheng easily heard the strong irony in Di Xiang's words, his expression did not show a trace of waves, but said with a smile: "Your Excellency's martial arts attainments are really perfect, presumably the soldiers in the army are also long-trained elites, and I admire them very much." This battle has been defeated, and we will fight again in the future!" he led the whole army back into the city, and then ordered the guards to quickly close the city gates.

Di Xiang looked at the closed city gate in a daze, his heart was mixed, and he stood in place for a long time before he shook his head, looked up to the sky and sighed before leading the army back to the camp.

After returning to the camp, Di Xiang reported today's battle situation to Ming Wei in detail. Ming Wei bowed his head and said, "Well done." I think that the commander of the Jing Army, Lin Xiusheng, suddenly withdrew his troops in defeat, which proves that he is only trying to test the strength of our generals this time, and use what he has seen today to arrange the next countermeasures. We must not give the other side time to adjust their strategy, you go to rest now, and then call the battle later. ”

Before that, when Di Xiang led the army to the gate of Falling Snow City for the second time, there were some changes on the city wall. I saw a plaque hanging high above the city gate, with two eye-catching characters on it: "Exemption from war". There were more than twice as many guards and patrols on the city walls as last time, and they were all on extreme alert at the moment.

Di Xiang stared at the war-free card, he couldn't help but cry and laugh, and his evaluation of Lin Xiusheng in his heart couldn't help but drop a lot. However, he still did not give up shouting to the guards on the city wall, and his voice was so loud that he could hear it. But when he cried out for a meal, no one responded. Di Xiang finally felt tired, his voice was dry and hoarse, and he said in his heart: "The prince did not order us to forcibly take the city, it seems that today is in vain." Looking at the guards standing like sculptures on the city wall, Di Xiang was full of complaints and couldn't speak, so he had no choice but to move back to the camp again.

After Ming Wei learned about the military situation this time, he frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "According to what you said, if I am not mistaken, Lin Xiusheng's old fox should be brewing a conspiracy to defeat our army in one fell swoop, and we must not let it succeed." Moreover, the army has limited food and grass, so it is not suitable for a long battle. The only way to do that is to agitate nowadays. ”

Di Xiang seemed to understand whether he understood or not, and said suspiciously: "How to provoke the general?" Ming Wei said with a straight face: "When you go to call the battle tomorrow, if there is still no response, you can insult Jingjun and Lin Lao'er, the more ugly the scolding, the better." There is a way that a soldier can be killed but not dishonored, and if you slander them like this, you will surely be able to lure the serpent out of the hole and disrupt its plan. ”

Di Xiang showed admiration on his face, and said with his head bowed: "The prince is wise, if I can arouse the anger of the Jing army tomorrow and make it go out, then I, Di Xiang, will definitely live up to expectations and annihilate the enemy in one fell swoop!"

Ming Wei smiled and reminded: "I appreciate your strength very much, but Yasukuni will never lack elite soldiers, you are always a little reluctant to lead the army to challenge alone, tomorrow I will personally lead the troops to ambush a mile away from the gate of Luoxue City, once the Jing army is out of the city, we can break it together." Di Xiang understood, withdrew from the camp and began to prepare for the next day.