Chapter 1677 Running to the Thunder Torch, the landing has been silent
Under the severe pain, Huang Xin was already covered in sweat. He was breathing heavily. The blood gushing from his shoulders not only infected the lower half of the armor on his body, but also the Sangmen sword that he was still holding tightly in his hand.
At this time, it was as heavy as an iron weight weighing hundreds of kilograms. It seemed that Huang Xin could no longer bear such weight. He took another deep breath, gritted his teeth and stared forward, almost madly.
Ren Sen and General Yan Shude were rushing over. The leader of the Ben Lei Army was covered in blood. He screamed and urged his horse forward, trying to block the enemy's momentum with his own flesh and blood. However, Yan Shude immediately slashed him from the waist with a knife.
He was split open and immediately cut into two pieces. Not far away, Ren Sen's spear passed by, and the rebels' throats were red, and their hearts were bleeding. More than ten cavalry athletes were hit and fell from their horses. It seemed that they were all unstoppable.
That guy has the power of a single shot.
The kindness of the past...the loyalty to each other...the benefactor...brother Qin Ming...the younger brother took the first step...
Huang Xin, who originally looked angry and anxious, saw the two powerful enemies Ren Sen and Yan Shude suddenly attacking him, but his face showed a calmness and calmness as if he was ready to die. Since he followed Qin Ming and surrendered to Xiao Tang to join the righteousness, he has been
Huang Xin's skill was not as good as that of a first-class horse and tiger general, but he was still good at fighting in battle. However, although he was honest with each other and honest with the heroes, because he boasted that he would catch all the bandits from the three mountains in Qingzhou, he gained the nickname of "Suppressing the Three Mountains".
Later, he first surrendered to the Qingzhou Erlongshan Dazhai that he threatened to pacify. His nickname inevitably attracted ridicule from some leaders in the village.
It was just that the nickname he had given him when the officials and gangsters were different was now his brother. It seemed that Xiao Tang and others just laughed it off. As for Huang Xin, who was also a little surprised, he took a deep breath and heard Xiao Tang.
Haosheng of the Tang Dynasty asked him to try his best to assist Qin Ming, who had a close friendship with him, in the battle. But now was the critical moment. Huang Xin endured the severe pain of his shoulder injury and stood up, but still resolutely rode out and galloped towards the oncoming killer.
A powerful enemy. Ren Sen and Yan Shude saw Huang Xin roaring and approaching with swords. Although they were in a state of decline, Huang Xin, who was already determined to die, was majestic and brave, but they saw his appearance:
Duanfang is like a tiger and leopard, and his body is as big as a dragon. He has always wielded the Sangmen sword in his life. He is Huang Xin who commands the Three Mountains!
When Yan Shude saw this, he spit hard and cursed loudly: "I also heard that there was a general under Qin Ming named Huang Xin who was the closest to him. It turns out it was you who had threatened to boast that he would
He captured all the strong bandits from the Three Mountains of Qingzhou, so he was called Zhen Sanshan. What he was supposed to do was to be a gangster, but now he surrendered to Luocao along with the thieves of Qin and Ming dynasties, and instead became the leader of the bandits and horses from the two mountains of Qingzhou. How can he still have any backbone?
? What's the point of trying to control three mountains? It's just turning the tables on you! Are you worthy of fighting me? In the end, you're still going to die here with Qin Ming in my hands!"
"That's right! I, Huang Xin, didn't know the details of brother Xiao Tang at the beginning. I boasted that I wanted to suppress the strong bandits in the three mountains, because it was a place where strongmen and grass bandits roamed. I wanted to calm the land and the people, but I did not live up to my duties! Now I am the town's leader.
Three Mountains, we still have to guard the fertile land of our homeland, and try our best to achieve great things together with the heroic heroes in the village who resist external humiliation. How can you, a dog thief who surrenders to prison, know my inner ambition!?"
Huang Xin shouted fiercely and slashed out with his sword. There was a loud sound and struck hard on the iron machete that Yan Shude had chopped into the air. Even when he still raised his sword to meet the attack, Huang Xin could already feel the pain in his shoulders.
Painful, his arms were so numb that he could no longer wield the Sangmen sword as freely as usual. Even though his shoulder was seriously injured, the skin was torn and blood was flowing, but Huang Xin still waved the sword hysterically and frantically, and he kept teasing.
Deyan Shude was even more intent on killing. Ren Sen was a beast that had already set its sights on its prey. He rushed his horse from the side and once again raised his spear and stabbed directly at the vital part of Huang Xin, who was fighting to the death.
.....
The roar, like the roar of a furious beast, not only instantly covered up the roaring battle group, but also almost shattered the eardrums of all the surrounding soldiers. When Yan Shude and Ren Sen looked back in shock, they saw that they had been severely injured.
Qin Ming rushed in like a giant spirit god descending from the mortal world. The blood-stained mace in his hand was swirled again, and then he swept out violently with a devastating force, and immediately rushed to the scene.
The enemy cavalry nearby was mopped up, and immediately several people flew out of the air and died before they even landed!
Qin Ming, who originally had a ferocious fighting style, was furious and violent. Every time he swung the mace in his hand with such force that it was like flying sand and rocks, and the gluttonous wind was beating down on the snow. The violent and burning anger in his chest was added to his waist.
The strong and muscular body of the thick-shouldered and round body seems to have produced infinite divine power. The fierce and fierce tiger general burst out at this moment with energy that seems to be more than a thousand pounds, enough to tear the tiger and leopard apart, not to mention that Qin Ming's hand is still tight.
Holding the mace stick that he was most proficient in, he started to dance violently, and the force of the roll seemed to be enough to smash everything in the world!
Ren Sen, who was as skilled in martial arts, was immediately forced to retreat by Qin Ming's violent attacks. Not only did he ride his horse to intercept Huang Xin, Qin Ming still waved his arms to beat the mace-waving Huhusheng.
When the wind and the horse galloped towards Yan Shude, he did not care about the severe fractures in his bones and shouted violently: "Yan Shude! There is no end between you and me! But where are we going?
!? Come on! Kill as hard as you can!!!!!!!!”
The ferocious and fierce Yan Shude couldn't help but be shocked when he heard the sound of thunder and thunder. But when he saw Qin Mingyuan's eyes spitting fire, he would peel off his teeth and grind them to pieces. The fierce and violent voice was like shaking the sky.
The violent wind shook the ground, and it was like a torrential rain that turned the sea over the river. The fangs and big sticks were circling, and the blood was like rolling clouds of prairie fire and fell from the sky. Yan Shude suddenly felt frightened, but he had no choice but to
He bravely raised his iron machete and went for a head-on collision, trying to parry Qin Ming's heavy blow to the head!
The loud sound of the metal collision of heavy ordnance was particularly fierce. Iron filings and sparks flew everywhere. The tangled veins on the two men's arms seemed to be violent due to the surging blood. Yan Shude also suddenly felt that his hands were suddenly clawed.
It burst out and oozed blood. The tight iron machete had been hit by a violent impact. The blade was curled, and a crack suddenly appeared on the blade! The wrist was already heavy, but it was as heavy as if it was pressed by a boulder. However, Qin Ming
The wolf-toothed stick in his hand was struck faster and harder than the last, but it still hit it hard like a violent storm. The sound was so loud and violent that even Ren Sen who was standing next to him was frightened.
Shocked, it was difficult to rush into the battle group where Qin Ming and Yan Shude fought fiercely!
It wasn't until Yan Shude was forced to do nothing by Qin Ming's fierce attack that he had no choice but to become ferocious and slash out the sword in his hand again. He was shocked to find that Qin Mingzhong's offensive style was originally to focus on attacking and despising defense.
The door was wide open, and in a rage, they risked their lives and swung the mace club to attack. Under this situation, the two domineering and ruthless generals made a desperate move, and I am afraid that at almost the same moment, they would fight with all their strength.
The densely embedded copper-nailed mace and the iron machete will fall on each other...
"Tum!!!!!!", "Tum!!!!!!!!"
Then there was another crisp and heart-stopping sound of bone shattering, and finally the mace hit Yan Shude viciously in the heart, and more than ten copper nails embedded in the mace immediately penetrated into his heart.
Among the flesh and blood of the chest, the ribs in the chest were shattered one after another due to the violent bombardment, and several broken bones were even inserted into Yan Shude's heart immediately. The blood spurted out of his mouth was like a fountain, and there was a look of shock on his face.
His big body also fell upside down from the horse.
However, the angry shouts in Qin Ming's mouth also stopped abruptly. He was also hit hard on the chest by the machete swept by Yan Shude. The momentum of the raging thunder and thunderbolts also suddenly stopped. Compared with the previous furious and manic momentum,
, even when wielding the mace club, there was a loud roar of the wind. Qin Ming, who was originally impatient and had a voice like thunder, was silent at this time as he rolled and fell from the saddle.