Eight hundred and fortieth chapters suffocated death
Seeing Wei Zong slowly walking towards this side, his aura becoming more and more depressing, Feng Xiu couldn't help it anymore, and hurriedly said: "Wei Zong, what are you doing? Why don't you apologize to the General! You can't help it!"
Think clearly about the consequences of offending the General. If you continue to act your own way, no one can save you!"
Wei Zongming was his subordinate after all. If he really had a conflict with Xia Xiong, he would probably be held accountable. Therefore, Feng Xiu seemed very anxious.
However, Wei Zong turned a deaf ear to his words and had no reaction at all.
Seeing this, Feng Xiu's face turned completely ugly. He finally understood that Wei Zong had never taken him seriously.
"Are you really going to fight me?" Looking at Wei Zong who was slowly approaching, Xia Xiong's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Not bad!" Wei Zong stood five feet in front of Xia Xiong. His eyes looked extremely calm, and he didn't look like he wanted to kill someone at all. Then, he slowly raised his head and said with a little provocation: "Single
Do you dare to pick?"
"Single challenge?" Xia Xiong suddenly laughed, looking at Wei Zong as if he were looking at a fool.
"I have so many people here, do you think you are qualified to challenge me in a duel? Or... you are just a centurion, and I, a great general, challenge you in a duel. Wouldn't that mean you are lowering yourself?"
He knew that Wei Zong was very strong, and even if he took action himself, he might not be able to defeat the opponent. But the key point was... why would he take action? There were so many people here, and if they swarmed Wei Zong, he would still be killed no matter how strong he was.
Turn into meat paste.
Xia Xiong's rejection did not disappoint Wei Zong. He just shook his head and said lightly: "Trash!"
"you……"
Before Xia Xiong could get angry, Wei Zong was seen disappearing from the place like a ghost. Before anyone could react, he returned to the place where he was. However, this time he had someone in his hand.
It was Xia Jingwu who was seriously injured.
"Jing Wu!!" Xia Xiong was shocked and angry, making a horrified sound.
"Let me go... Wei Zong, you bitch... ah..." Xia Jingwu cursed subconsciously, but the next moment he was thrown to the ground, his face was in close contact with the ground, and his good teeth were almost broken.
Such a cruel scene made everyone frowning, and Xia Xiong's eyes were so wide that he wanted to rush forward immediately and save his son from Wei Zong.
"Well...well..."
Ignoring Xia Jingwu who could no longer speak, Wei Zong threw him behind him. The next moment, several sergeants held Xia Jingwu down, and at the same time put a sharp long knife on Xia Jingwu's neck. The one holding the knife was
It's Yang Nu.
At this time, Wei Zong continued to look at Xia Xiong and said calmly: "General Xia, can you have a fair fight with me now? If you refuse... your son's life may not be guaranteed!"
"you dare--"
"Tell me if I dare!"
Wei Zong chuckled lightly and strode towards Xia Xiong. As he walked, he said: "General Xia, your son's fate depends on your thoughts. You have to think clearly."
Seeing Wei Zong coming, many of the soldiers around Xia Xiong were ready to take action against Wei Zong. However, Xia Xiong shouted loudly: "Everyone, stand down!"
He looked at Wei Zong with a cold look, and with a swish sound, he unsheathed his long sword and walked towards Wei Zong.
Against Wei Zong, he was not sure of victory, but now he had no other choice. For the sake of his son's life, he had no choice but to bite the bullet. But the better thing is that Wei Zong didn't know whether it was because of entrustment or something.
, he didn’t even bring a weapon.
This is an opportunity for him...
Boom!
In the midst of an explosion, Wei Zong's body suddenly shook, carrying the force of thunder, and crashed directly in front of Xia Xiong. Although he was only a warrior, the terrifying momentum he set off could even reach the level of a military general.
Humbled.
"So strong! Is he really just a warrior?" Xia Xiong was shocked, but his hands were not idle, he raised his long knife and stabbed Wei Zong in the abdomen.
This knife has been with him for many years. It is a rare and sharp blade that can cut iron like clay easily. As long as it can stab Wei Zong, he is sure to disembowel him!
However, Wei Zong reacted so quickly. He immediately turned sideways to avoid the blow. At the same time, he made a fist seal and slammed into Xia Xiong's face.
boom!
The fist wind was violent, as if it had formed an evil dragon, trying to devour Natsuo.
"No, I can't stop it!" Xia Xiong was shocked and quickly drew his sword and retreated. His retreat fell right into Wei Zong's hands.
Wei Zong stepped forward and forced Xia Xiong back with even more fierce punches. On the other hand, Xia Xiong's momentum gradually dropped to the bottom under Wei Zong's constant pressure.
Being oppressed in terms of momentum, Natsuo Xiong could only use 50% of his strength at most.
However, just when Xia Xiong's face turned pale and he kept retreating, Wei Zong suddenly stopped.
Everyone looked at him, wondering why he didn't just go all out and defeat Natsuo directly.
The next moment, Wei Zong shook his head and looked at Xia Xiong with disappointment in his eyes.
"You don't even dare to take a punch from me, I still overestimate you!"
After hearing Wei Zong's words, Xia Xiong's face turned from white to black and then purple. He felt extremely aggrieved, but he couldn't say anything because... he really didn't dare to take Wei Zong's punch.
"Forget it, I won't play with you anymore, let's end it all!"
After saying that, Wei Zong's body was like thunder, tearing apart the space and landing directly in front of Xia Xiong.
He... doesn't hold back anymore!
Seeing this scene, Wu Zhao, who was watching the battle, shrank his pupils and quickly ordered: "Come on, come on, kill him!" The strength Wei Zong showed had already frightened him. Naturally, he wanted to
Nip it in the cradle.
The sergeants looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and then rushed in the direction of Wei Zong and Xia Xiong.
"kill--"
At this time, Xia Xiong was knocked away by Wei Zong's punch. He vomited blood and flew into the crowd. Looking at the crowd coming up, there was a look of despair in his eyes. He used all his strength and got up from the ground.
He stretched out his arms, trying to stop everyone.
"This is a duel between me and him, don't come over! Get back!"
However, no one listened to his words. Countless sergeants rushed up and knocked him away. A steady stream of sergeants behind him even trampled over him.
Xia Xiong had been punched by Wei Zong before. All the internal organs in his body were torn apart, and he could only survive with one breath. Now he was trampled by everyone, and his last breath was gone, and he died like this.
Poor the dignified Wu'an city guard, a strong military commander in the late stage, was so aggrieved to be trampled to death by countless soldiers.