Tuoba Gui nodded seriously and said in a deep voice: "King Wu's words, just like your teachings to Tuoba over the years, will always be engraved in Tuoba's heart. I, Tuoba Gui, swear to the sky that if I rebel against Yan in this life,
It will not lead to a happy death, teach me brothers to fight each other, father and son to attack each other, let my biological son and the woman I love most take my life!"
Tuoba Gui looked very serious when he swore. After saying these words, he bit his fingers, took off his mask, and smeared the blood from his fingers on his cheeks. This was an extremely formal oath procedure on the grassland, which meant
You swear an oath to your ancestors and gods, and if you break it, you will really be punished.
Murong Chui sighed: "You don't have to swear like this. You must not let your hair grow wild, especially in front of the gods. No one can predict what will happen in the future. But I am still very happy to see you do this, Master Tuoba."
Lord, Dayan will be your strong backing from now on. When I need help, I will not hesitate. But now, I need you to do something for me."
In the center of the battlefield, smoke and dust filled the air, and the shouts of killing shook the earth. The soldiers of the Beifu Army, equipped with horse armor and cavalry, were killed in a group. Although there were less than a thousand people, they were all elite warriors with the power of bears and tigers.
, all of them are experienced in hundreds of battles, and can be said to be the best soldiers of this era, but here they are, risking their lives and fighting, the setting sun is like blood, maybe even God cannot bear to see these soldiers fall like this one by one.
Bar.
Liu Yu slashed out with his sword, and the general in front of him who was wearing a face mask and looking like an iron tower, had the heart-protecting iron mirror on his chest shattered like glass.
On the body, a long, deep gash was pulled out, and the white ribs were suddenly exposed, while yellow fat and red flesh poured out from the wound like a fountain.
But at the same time, a dagger in the man's hand stabbed Liu Yu's left leg fiercely. Liu Yu groaned and clearly heard the sound of his skirt shattering, and there was also a sound on his thigh.
It was like a severe bite. If the knife had not hit the opponent first and reduced the force of the stab, I am afraid that my own leg would have been pierced into the bone.
Liu Yu gritted his teeth, regardless of the injury on his leg, roared like a tiger, pushed the handle of the knife with both hands, and sent it forward. The Bailiansu Iron Knife was like cutting a branch, chopping the exposed ribs into pieces, fiercely
The ground pierced into the bloody chest, and a beating heart was cut in two, and the shoulder blades behind it were shattered into pieces, and this iron-tower-like Yan Jun primary school didn't even have time to hum.
, he jumped forward and bumped into Liu Yu's shoulder. The sharp blade pierced the armor on his back and came out from his back.
Liu Yu gritted his teeth, pushed the corpse, and slid softly from his body. His body was also stained red by the blood on the corpse. Liu Yu gritted his teeth, and the blood on his legs
The wound hurt so much that he thrust the big knife into the ground, pulled off a strip of cloth from his body, and tied his wound tightly. This was the fourth wound he had suffered today, since he had been with Murong Feng's subordinates.
At the beginning of the massacre, he had already killed twelve powerful enemies, but his body was also injured everywhere. Even as strong as him, he still felt a little dizzy and unsustainable.
Liu Yu wiped the blood on his face, turned around and looked around. The ground was littered with corpses. More than half of the soldiers of the Beifu Army had been killed or injured, and there were less than 150 knights left on the opposite side. They were all dismounted and fighting on foot, gnashing their teeth.
When fighting one-on-one, even the warriors who kill their opponents with all their strength will vent their hatred by slashing and stabbing the opponent who has fallen in front of them with one knife after another, as if the only way to survive is to turn the opponent into a ball of blood and mud.
Let yourself feel that you are the one who is alive and your opponent is the one who is dead.
More than a dozen steps away, Xiang Jing waved the sword in his hand and was fighting with an enemy general covered in silver armor. The sound of iron cows and tigers roared repeatedly, and the sword was swung wildly. Almost every move seemed to be about to strike.
The opponent was cut into two pieces, but he always missed the mark. The enemy general was tall and strong, but also extremely flexible, like a snake. Every time Xiang Jing's sword seemed impossible to dodge, but he failed.
Even if he jumps and dodges repeatedly, he can always get past the blade and his body. However, Xiang Jing's moves can be counterattacked by Xiang Jing even after using them for a long time. In just a dozen moves, at least he was hit in the legs, shoulders and arms.
After three shots, if he hadn't been as strong as a bear, he would have fallen down long ago. Even so, as the blood from his several wounds kept pouring out, Xiang Jing's strength also declined, and his movements began to slow down gradually.
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With a "Woo" sound, the silver-armored enemy general dodged a powerful slash from Xiang Jing's head. The sword slashed a gap on the ground, and the silver-armored enemy general spun around and bypassed Xiang Jing's side.
, the silver gun swung, and with a "hiss" sound, there was another cut on Xiang Jing's calf, and his iron tower-like figure was also shorter, and he could hardly stand.
Xiang Jing roared like a tiger, and swung his broadsword backwards, turning from chopping to slashing. The silver-armored enemy general seemed to have been prepared for it. After cutting Xiang Jing, he jumped backwards. This time, the blade brought up
Several armor leaves on his chest fell to the ground in pieces, and his figure jumped back twice in a row, suddenly flashed five feet away, and touched his face. The evil ghost took it in his face and fell down.
With a cold and murderous face, isn't it Murong Feng?
Xiang Jing used the last of his strength to swing the knife. After the missed blow, several wounds on his body spurted blood at the same time, and the cut right calf was unable to support his body.
The weight, the iron tower-like body, fell suddenly. He struggled to hold the knife on the ground to prevent himself from lying down. But now, he has lost any ability to fight. Even a ten-year-old child can't.
It would take his life.
Murong Feng looked at Xiang Jing who was kneeling on one knee in front of him, holding his sword in front of him, and said coldly: "You are a warrior. There are not many people in the world who can take fifty moves from me, Murong Feng. If I tell you your name,
I, Murong Feng, will not kill unknown people."
Blood froth appeared at the corner of Xiang Jing's mouth. This fight lasted for more than half an hour. Finally, his strength was still unable to match Murong Feng's agility. In his eyes, the enemy's shadow began to blur. He shook his head vigorously.
He shook his head, trying to stay awake as much as possible, and gritted his teeth and said: "You, you are Murong Feng? No wonder, no wonder I, Xiang Jing, I can't kill you, what a pity, what a pity!"
Murong Feng nodded: "Your name is Xiang Jing? I heard that there is a man in the Beifu Army nicknamed Tieniu. It must be you. If you die in my hands, you will have no regrets! Go see your brother!"
As he spoke, murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He raised his spear and was about to stab Xiang Jing. Xiang Jing closed his eyes and was about to die when he heard a thunderous tiger roar: "Don't hurt me!"
Brother Niu, here comes the slave!"
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