The silver spear dances, and the dragon and snake move. The spear in Mu Chenhao's hand reached the pinnacle and hit Su Hu's throat without mercy. In the middle of the fight, if you keep your hands, it is a dead end.

Su Hu concentrated, shook the halberd to block, and when the two soldiers were expeting, Mu Chenhao's body shook and slid down the two soldiers, and slammed into Su Hu's chest with his shoulder as the axis. Su Hu withdrew his hand and retreated to avoid Mu Chenhao's shoulder attack. It's not enough, Mu Chenhao is already holding a gun to catch up.

"Backing the landslide!"

If the sky fell and smashed the mountain, Mu Chenhao's spear twisted into a terrifying arc due to excessive force, grazing the air and making a whistling wind sound, towards Su Hu's head, slashing away.

Hearing a piercing scream, a wave-like flow of air dispersed in all directions. Mu Chenhao's gun stopped two inches in front of Su Hu, and Su Hu's gilded halberd blocked in front of the gun and couldn't move half an inch forward. After Mu Chenhao was surprised for a moment, Su Hu sneered: "Backing the landslide? ”

Moving back half a step, Mu Chenhao retreated weakly, and slapped a palm on Mu Chenhao's chest with a mighty force.

Scarlet poured out, squirting into the air and spilling all over the ground. The spear fell from his hand and his body fell heavily to the ground.

With just one palm, Su Hu hurt Mu Chenhao.

Su Hu looked at Mu Chenhao, who was still slowly standing up after being seriously injured, and his eyes were cold: "It's really incredible that you can practice like this by a landslide, but it's nothing more than that." As he spoke, he raised the gilded halberd and stabbed it towards Mu Chenhao's heart, killing Mu Chenhao.

The next moment, the gilded halberd was grabbed by Mu Chenhao's hands, and the tip of the halberd stopped between Mu Chenhao's eyebrows. Su Hu looked at the half-kneeling person in front of him: "Heh, there are tigers, and it is difficult to smell roses." You, who sacrificed so many pawns in vain, just ran to die. ”

Mu Chenhao grabbed the halberd blade with one hand, and the blade cut through Mu Chenhao's palm, and blood gushed out, dripping on the ground.

It was the light of an instant, washing away the lead, Su Hu was frightened, and he retreated quickly, but he was obviously a step slower. It was a very inconspicuous knife, even plain, but it cost its own life.

plopped, Su Hu's body leaned back and collapsed to the ground. The gilded halberd also fell crooked to one side, and the entire tent suddenly fell silent, leaving only Mu Chenhao's gasping sound.

After a while, Mu Chenhao got up, walked in front of Su Hu, and mended the knife. The pupils of his eyes suddenly shrank, and he stepped back in disbelief. Seeing that Su Hu's body trembled, he coughed a few times, and actually stood up.

looked at his clothes stained with a large area of blood, and his face was bloodthirsty: "Unexpectedly, you kid is an expert in playing with knives." ”

Mu Chenhao clenched the knife in his hand and wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, "This is a killing knife." ”

When Su Hu heard this, he laughed, fortunately, the soldiers patrolling nearby were all killed by Mu Chenhao, and no one would notice the situation here for a while, not to mention the vigilance that everyone had lost after the previous batch.

Even though Su Hu won the three armies bravely, there were countless souls under the halberd, and he went through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. But he is still afraid of death, even more than ordinary people. He is not afraid of being cut into mud on the battlefield, he is not afraid of being shot into a hedgehog, he is afraid that after winning the battle, a person will inadvertently cut off his head, and die an unknown death, and he will be frightened and frightened.

"No wonder he is the commander of a city at a young age, his mind is so mature that he can't prevent it, he wants to sell the weak and seek me, if he really thinks about me for decades, it will not be in vain, go all out, these careful thoughts can't hide from me. Su Hu got up and picked up the gilt halberd, and simply tore off the tattered shirt, revealing his lean upper body, which was scarred and shocking, and the latest knife wound was still slowly overflowing with hot blood.

After the candle flame was cut off by Mu Chenhao, there was no light in the entire tent, and the two of them in the darkness only had the blade in their hands flickering coldly.

In an instant, the streamer was like a meteor in the night sky, it was Su Hu's gilded halberd, the halberd passed through the sky, pressed out a whistling wind, and whistled away in the direction of Mu Chenhao. Mu Chenhao's calves were slightly bent, and the silver spear danced, directly facing the halberd.

The two soldiers exchanged fiercely, and a piercing scream pierced from the landing. In an instant, Su Hu's palm reached his chest, and then the gilded halberd faced his head.

Vargo!

In the chaos of the army, where did those clear-sighted moves come from, otherwise, only by being decisive and aggressive can they survive. Vargo, that's it.

A palm and a halberd sealed Mu Chenhao's whole body, and if he had no way to retreat, he would definitely die.

Since you can't retreat, then attack it.

The silver spear was slightly mangless, reversed in Mu Chenhao's hand, long and long, like a swimming dragon. Su Hu's palm went down through the air, wanting to break the heavenly spirit. Mu Chenhao was half on his side, and the halberd came in his hand, and the silver spear crossed the sky, and the halberd shadow and spear flashed. Between the lightning and flint, there have been several ghost gates.

In the night of Tianyandu, the air is dead, the people have nowhere to escape, the soldiers can only fight to the death, and the result of tomorrow is actually known to everyone.

In the city lord's mansion, the lights are shallow, the first few pages of the bookcase are lonely, the candles are automatic without wind, the delicate ones may be extinguished at any time, the seats are cold, the case is cold, and the illusion of tranquility is not enjoyed. It turned out that the city lord had long since lost his place.

No, maybe even the night watchman is missing from the city

Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, the twilight shadow is difficult to see, and even the light of the blade is difficult to see. For a long time, I only vaguely saw the first person, deliberately lowered the volume tone, and spewed out a heavy sentence,

"Do it!"

Those who are about to die are also good in their words.

Desperate people have only one fight, fight to the death!

Between the words, the cold sword and iron halberd shook in the night, and the soldiers, who looked at death as if they were home, could no longer hide the surging qi and blood, and rushed to the tent group that was peaceful on the surface.

Less than 5,000 men and horses poured out of the city, trying to fight their way out of the 20,000 enemy army. Or self-defeating, or dying, in this world, no one wants to sit still.

Caught off guard, no one thought that Tianyan, who was already in the dying, would do this, and for a while, blood splattered five feet. Many people died in their sleep, many died in drunkenness, many people were awakened by the hot blood spilled on their faces, and the horror coagulated on their faces, and before they could say a word of begging for mercy, their heads were separated.

You Ming, the deputy general of the Tianyan Capital Army on this trip, is also a material experienced in a hundred battles, although he is not as wise as Su Hu, but in terms of martial arts, the stone rock axe in You Ming's hand is also innumerable.

The status that has only been survived by fighting to the death, no one is a fool, and he is naturally extremely sorry for his life, only hearing the slight sound of rustling outside the tent, You Mingden opened his eyes. The stone pan axe returned to his hand, stepped out of the account, and looked at the main tent, the central tent, the black pitch was quiet and deep, and there was nothing unusual.

The heart is frightened, and the hearts of the quiet people are furious, and the air is permeated, You Ming is very familiar, it is a bloodthirsty murderous aura.

"Enemy attack!"

In a rage, You Ming lifted his axe and slashed down towards the darkness beside him, threatening to split the rolling night and open up a piece of light.

It was a flickering sword, no more than three feet long, without light or shadow, and it stabbed straight at the axe.

In war, what you fight is strength, the life of the big is for the future, and the mass grave of the small strength, anyone will try to use the heavy and powerful, grand hand blade within the scope of bearing, so good at killing and living. Like the long sword and the short sword, it is rare to appear on the battlefield, after all, no one will joke with their own lives.

But on the contrary, someone made a sword, right in front of his eyes, and wanted to fight for his life. You Ming seemed to have seen the scene where his stone axe cut off the sword and smashed the head on the other side.

The sword danced and the shadows flashed, You Ming didn't notice the wonderful change in expression on his face, and his face was distorted and hideous as if he had seen a ghost. The stone rock axe itself weighs dozens of catties, and with the powerful blessing of hundreds of catties of You Ming's arms, it is enough to cut through thick armor of any material. Tonight, I saw a sword no more than three feet long, fluttering, resisting this extremely powerful blow.

Without waiting to lose his mind, You Ming looked at it with a solemn face, it was taboo to underestimate the enemy on the field, horizontal axe, stepped down with both legs, and used his body as a shaft to cross the stone axe in his hand, the force was extreme, and the air flow that was cut also let out a roar.

The sword has passed without a trace, You Ming has no heart to fight, and he knows that the person in front of him is invincible. That sword, across ten thousand jun, ink stained half a star, in an instant, an indescribable force came from the sword, through the stone axe, like a maggot on the tarsal bone spread to the whole body, the incomparably suppressed pain as if to crush itself, the spring gushing.

From You Ming's mouth, blood gushed with saliva, and as his body fell backwards, it drew an arc in the air, and then spilled down. In another moment, You Ming landed, the stone axe was thrown aside, and the blood that had just been spit out was dappled and sprinkled on his body, and the still hot temperature penetrated into his skin, filling the whole body with pain, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore and opened his mouth to wail.

The gap in general. What is bravery? It is foolish to know that you are weak but still have the strength to fight, and to know that you have no chance of winning and that you have no room for resistance.

You Ming is not stupid, he is afraid, and he has fought countless battles, but he has never seen a person who can make him so desperate, die of grievances, and fail to die heartily. You Ming was even more reluctant to regret it, endured the pain, laughed, and between his mouths, a large amount of blood foam gushed out, and there was no sign of stopping.

The man with the sword was as calm as water, and his bright eyes looked at the dying man quietly in the night, watching him laugh unbridledly.

After laughing, You Ming lay paralyzed on the ground: "Unbelievable, there are still such people in the world, who are you." ”

After the sword, a blood mark appeared in You Ming's throat, and then the blood gushed like a spring, spread across the entire neck, and spread out to the entire ground, You Ming's eyes were dilated, and the last survival instinct allowed him to stretch out his hand and keep grabbing into the air, scratching a few times, his hands fell to the ground, and finally entered a darkness in front of him, before he died, he heard the name that the man muttered,

"Yan Lingchuan.