The joust continues.

Brother Wanyan looked at the seat of the Southern Song Dynasty and said loudly: "The master of the Southern Song Dynasty, do you dare to come up and fight?"

"Why don't you dare!" Before the words fell, a man in white with a burly figure and sword eyebrows swept into the ring, holding a pair of eight-edged plum blossom bright silver hammers in his hands.

Brother Wanyan asked, "Are you Zong Shiyi?"

The man in white said loudly: "Exactly." ”

Brother Wanyan asked again, "What is the relationship between Old General Zongze and you?"

Zong Shiyi replied: "The old general Zong Ze is my grandfather. ”

Brother Wanyan sighed lightly and said lightly: "My father respects the old general Zong Ze very much. But today, the grandson of the old general is going to die at my hands, it's a pity!"

Zong Shiyi smiled lightly: "You and I are both soldiers, and we should understand that there is no father and son on the battlefield, and Your Excellency does not need to show mercy to your subordinates." A good man, standing up to the sky, even if he dies on the battlefield and is shrouded in horse leather, he will never frown. ”

Bold words, every word is loud. Everyone present was moved.

Yan Shan shook his head with a wry smile, secretly thinking in his heart: Jiangmen Huzi, it is a pity to fall like this. However, what can he do? Zong Shiyi is iron-clad, knowing that he will die, he will never run away. But there is one thing Yan Shan doesn't understand, why didn't the accompanying person directly abstain?

"Let's fight!" Wanyan Gu Ge let out a long sigh and picked up the pair of drum urns and golden hammers.

Zong Shiyi used his true power, waved the eight-sided plum blossom bright silver hammer, and attacked Wanyan Guge.

Brother Wanyan Gu did not hesitate, his arms competed, and the golden hammer of the drum urn was suddenly raised and greeted him.

This pair of drum urns and golden hammers weighed 800 catties. This pair of eight-sided plum blossom bright silver hammers also weighs 300 catties. Brother Wanyan Gu and Zong Shiyi danced vigorously, and they were both born with divine powers.

With a "bang", the two hammers collided, and the sound was deafening. "Bang bang", the two hammers collided three times in a row. The figures are exchanged, and the two stand opposite each other.

Brother Wanyan Gu looked indifferent, calm and waveless, holding the drum urn and golden hammer in his hand, but he did not continue to shoot. Zong Shiyi's body was churning with qi and blood, and his arms were trembling incessantly.

At this moment, Zong Shiyi understood that Brother Wanyan Gu was waiting for him to admit defeat. However, he would rather die than admit defeat. He took a deep breath, used all his strength, swung the eight-sided plum blossom bright silver hammer, and rushed towards Brother Wanyan, as gorgeous as fireworks, but unfortunately there was only a moment of brilliance.

Brother Wanyan smiled indifferently, picked up a hammer to block the pair of eight-sided plum blossom bright silver hammers, and the other hammer smashed into Zong Shiyi's chest.

Zong Shiyi smiled indifferently, and the pair of eight-sided plum blossom bright silver hammers fell on the ring. His body was thrown backwards, and then landed in the ring. Blood gushes out of his mouth and kills him on the spot (double kill).

There was silence in the venue, and it seemed that everyone was mourning in silence for the hero.

The body was carried down.

On the seat of the Southern Song Dynasty, a middle-aged man in a brocade robe looked indifferent, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if he had shown a hint of a smile.

All this, Yanshan is in full view. At this moment, he understood it all. This person's name is Zhang Jun, and he is an accomplice to the killing of Marshal Yue Feiyue. Today, he indirectly killed the famous general Hou Zong Shiyi, which is really intolerable.

The joust continues.

Brother Wanyan looked at the Mongolian seat again, and said loudly: "Mongolian master, are you willing to come up and fight?"

A big man with a bearded face jumped into the ring, carrying a giant axe in his hand, and said in a rough voice: "My name is Zamu Khan, and I have come to accompany you through the moves." ”

Looking at this stupid and stupid man, Brother Wanyan Gu looked disdainful, and secretly said in his heart: Temporary substitution, arranging a substitute for the dead ghost, it is also up to you to think of it.

Zam Khan shouted, "Why don't you speak?"

Brother Wanyan Gu sneered: "Remember my name, Brother Wanyan Gu." ”

Zam Khan nodded earnestly. Then, he stepped forward quickly, picked up the giant axe, and slashed Huashan with one move to take Yan Guge's head.

Brother Wanyan's figure flashed, and the drum urn and golden hammer smashed into Zamu Khan's vest.

Zamu Khan slashed the air with an axe, and was about to change his move, but he was hit by a heavy hammer in his vest, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground. Then, he never got up again (three kills).

Brother Wanyan looked indifferent and didn't say a word.

Another body was carried down.

The joust continues.

Brother Wanyan looked at the seat of the Western Liao Kingdom again, and said with a light smile: "The master of the Western Liao Kingdom, do you still dare to fight?"

A gray-clothed man with an ordinary appearance and a thin figure swept into the ring, his eyes were bright, and he said casually: "Do you really think that you are invincible in the world?"

Brother Wanyan said lightly: "Let's do it!"

In a flash of cold light, a dagger appeared in the thin man's hand. A gray figure flashed, and the thin man was as fast as a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, he was attached to Brother Wanyan Gu. He swung the dagger in his hand and scrambled quickly.

Brother Wanyan Gu showed disdain, and the double hammer danced extremely fast, flying up and down, and in an instant, the thin man was shrouded in the shadow of the hammer.

Those present could not help but be shocked. These 800 catties of drum urns and golden hammers were danced by Brother Wanyan Gu at will, and the speed was unimaginable. This kind of divine power is simply incredible.

At this scene, everyone couldn't help but think of Li Yuanba, the king of Zhao in Xifu. The same innate divine power, the same beating drum urn golden hammer. It's just that I don't know, can this Brother Yan Gu also become the first hero in the world?

With a sound of "Peng", the golden hammer of the drum urn smashed into the thin man's lower abdomen. There was a sound of bones shattering, and the skinny man flew into the air like a kite with a broken string, and landed in the ring (killing frantically).

Brother Wanyan Gu looked indifferent and didn't look at the thin man again.

Another corpse was carried down.