Chapter Seventy-Five: Good Knife, Good Knife
Walking out of the bison ditch is Yuxu Peak, seeing that victory is in sight, Ou Xuzi is also excited, galloping with horses, five horses running one after the other, but I didn't expect a team of officers and soldiers to appear in front of him, blocking the way head-on.
General Zhaluchi took the lead, looked at Ou Xuzi coldly and said: "You are Ou Xuzi, as well as Renci, Yan Hua, and your wife Xiao Xuanhan and son behind. I finally understood why Bara Toast had died. Ou Xuzi, although you have successfully escaped my layers of obstacles, it is not so easy to get to Yuxu Peak, and if you don't obediently dismount and surrender, I won't embarrass you too much. ”
Ou En Xuzi looked at him and didn't say anything, but Mr. Yan Hua's expression changed greatly, and he whispered to Ou Xuzi: "He is General Zharuchi, the murderous demon king, he led the Yuan soldiers to break through my county seat, and the county commander died under his sword." ”
Ou Xuzi nodded, and said to General Zharuchi: "Now that you already know why I killed Bala, and still chase after him, he destroyed our whole family, more than 30 people died, and defiled my wife, if it were you, would you not take revenge?"
General Zharuchi said: "Yes, but what you killed was the most noble Yuan Dynasty Qianhu, no matter what the reason, the crime is unforgivable, I must arrest you and go back to the imperial court." As for your wife, she is as beautiful as a flower, and if she is sent to the palace, the emperor will like it today. ”
Ou Xuzi sneered and said, "Then you have to ask me if the knife in my hand agrees." ”
General Charuche asked curiously, "I heard that the sword in your hand is a treasure sword, sharpened like clay, and I also heard that the holy sword that Bara presented to the Holy Lord came from your hand, you are a swordsmith, who are your ancestors?"
Ou Xuzi replied: "Your life may soon enter the countdown, so it doesn't hurt to sue you, I am the descendant of the sword ancestor Ou Yezi." ”
General Zhaluchi was shocked, looked at Ou Xuzi and said: "The descendant of Ou Yezi, the ancestor of the sword, he forged the Zhanlu sword, the courtier and the soldier, and the king pressed Zhanlu. How great, disrespectful, disrespectful. ”
The Yuan people are rude, but they still respect the heroes.
Ou Xuzi did not answer.
General Zharuche pondered for a moment and said: "I have changed my mind and captured you alive and sacrificed you to the imperial court, because you are the only swordsmith in the world, it is a pity to kill you, how about it, this condition is not bad." ”
Ou Xuzi shook his head and said: "I have an unshared hatred with you Yuanren, today is either you die or I live, let the horse come." ”
General Zharucchi laughed and said: "Do you think I am really afraid of you? I have hundreds of soldiers under my command, brave and strong, strong and powerful, and you want to hit a stone with an egg, isn't it not self-sufficient? As long as you return to the imperial court and forge a treasure sword for the saint today, you don't want what you want, and where to go, you think carefully. ”
Ou Xuzi shook his head and said, "If you want me to become your eagle claw to kill your own compatriots, I can't do it. ”
General Zhalucchi's face changed and he scolded: "Ou Xuzi, you don't have a face for you, then don't blame me for being rude, sergeants." Go up and kill him, don't hurt that woman, and take it alive and sacrifice it to the saint today. ”
Yuan Bingmen roared and rushed over.
Ou Xuzi pulled out the Zhan Lu knife and waved it in the air, and a strong man's momentum arose, only to see the sword light in mid-air, forming a series of shining swords, bright and dazzling, murderous.
General Zaruche asked in surprise, "What kind of knife is this?"
"Zhan Lu knife. ”
"Ah, I've only heard of the Zhan Lu Sword, not the Zhan Lu Sword. ”
"What do you Yuan people know, just from the era of digging the ground to burn meat, you have occupied the land of our Song Dynasty with great ferocity, killing innocents indiscriminately, and even your Kublai Khan has just come down from horseback, a barbarian. ”
General Zhaluchi said angrily: "Guy who doesn't know death, dare to insult the saint of today and destroy the sins of the nine clans, come, I want to see how strong the Zhanlu knife in your hand is." ”
Ou Xuzi rushed up, the two war horses were staggered, the fierce Zhan Lu knife crossed a brilliant arc of light in the night, and made a rapid sound of breaking the air when the head was cut down, General Zharuchi hurriedly greeted him with the Damascus scimitar in his hand, only to hear a clear and incomparably loud sound, the Damascus scimitar was broken into two, General Zhaluchi was battle-hardened in the end, the body quickly dodged, the tip of the Zhan Lu knife rubbed his scalp and cut over, he was frightened to turn the horse's head and turn around and run, and the soldiers immediately came up to respond, so as to save his life.
General Charuchi's face turned pale, and he saw that there was only one scimitar left in his hand, the Damascus scimitar was his most precious weapon, there had never been a weapon that could compete with it, and today it lost and was cut off by the root.
"Good knives, good knives, worthy of the name, worthy of the name. General Charuche calmed down and roared.
Ou Xuzi knew that things were not good, General Zhaluchi would not fight with him anymore, hundreds of Yuan soldiers each had bows and arrows in their hands, and if a hundred arrows were fired, they would all have to die, and none of them would be left.