As soon as he finished speaking, Hu Ben behind him used Meng Hu as an arrow to form an arrow, and rushed towards the soldiers outside the palace with unparalleled momentum.
"It's over!" After breaking open the gate of the palace with the dead soldiers, Cheng Yi had no choice but to wait at the door because of the obstruction of Jiang Yun's crossbow array. Just as he organized a group of dead soldiers to rush in by force.
At that moment, the sound of Meng Hu's charge could be heard in his ears. His vision went dark, and Cheng Yi instantly slumped to the ground, muttering to himself.
"Sir, the Menghu from the north of the city is coming, let's retreat!" The spy commander looked at Cheng Yi's appearance, his heart trembled, and he quickly stepped forward to pull Cheng Yi up and shouted.
"Withdraw! We can still withdraw!" Cheng Yi murmured as if he was awakened from a nightmare, then grabbed the sword next to him and shouted loudly, "Get out of here!"
As soon as the voice fell, Cheng Yi took the lead and rushed out of East Street with a big knife in his hand. He met Meng Hu and Hu Benjun who were charging in a sagittal shape.
"I haven't made great achievements yet, how could I die here? Get out of my way!" Looking at Meng Hu charging with an arrow, Cheng Yi turned around and started running in the opposite direction. No matter who blocked him along the way,
Everything in front of him was split open by his knife. For Cheng Yi at this time, as long as he could escape from the East Street first and escape from the sight of Meng Hu and Huben, it would be worth paying no matter how high the price was.
"Hmph! I want to run!" Although Meng Hu didn't know that Cheng Yi was the one running away at this time, that is, the leader of the attack, but seeing Cheng Yi's unscrupulous running posture, everyone else followed his orders.
And as he ran away after him, he immediately understood that this must be a big fish. He immediately roared, urged his horse, and chased Cheng Yi like lightning.
Along the way, neither the soldiers of the wealthy family nor Han Sui's spies could stop him for a moment. The swords flew down, and the heavy rain in the sky instantly turned into a rain of blood. Countless bodies that had been chopped off were floating in the air, spraying blood mist.
"die!"
In the blink of an eye, Meng Hu chased after Cheng Yi, slashed with his sword, and instantly cut several of the guards who heard the noise and turned to block him in half. The hot blood mixed with the cold rain slowly spread out.
"If you want my life, then I'll trade it with yours!" Cheng Yi, who heard the noise and knew that he could no longer escape, calmed down, turned around, and pointed straight at Meng Hu with a big knife,
The twisted face was mixed with rain and blood, and there was a trace of madness in the bloodthirsty eyes.
"Kill!" Meng Hu showed a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth, tightened the sword in his hand, and shouted coldly with a cold light flashing in his eyes.
As the war horse moved, Meng Hu's momentum became stronger and sharper, just like the sword in his hand, as sharp as an edge, moving forward indomitably. The sword stained with countless blood rains carried an unparalleled power under the blessing of Gang Qi.
The sharp edge slashed down hard, and the scarlet sword flashed through the void at an extremely fast speed, arriving in front of Cheng Yi in the blink of an eye.
Cheng Yi didn't expect that Meng Hu would not be moved at all under such crazy pressure from him. Not only did he not hesitate at all, but he didn't even stop to ask himself, so he slashed at him with his sword. In panic, Cheng Yi
He suddenly jumped to the left, swung his sword, cut through the rain and fog, and cut out a series of sword nets to protect him.
“Ding ding ding ding!”
In the baptism of the heavy rain, the two swords kept making the sound of clashing together. Meng Hu did not expect that this seemingly insignificant enemy could have such sword skills. He immediately became interested and did not use his horse power to suppress it.
The man suddenly jumped down from the back of the dark cloud, his sword dragging the ground and making a permeating sound through the rain.
Cheng Yi's expression changed, and he looked at the dark cloud horse parked aside. A trace of yearning for life emerged in his crazy eyes. He knew that as long as he could kill the Meng Hu in front of him, or even knock him down temporarily, then
You will have the opportunity to grab the BMW next to you, thus getting a great chance of escape.
Thinking of this, Cheng Yi's expression became more and more crazy. He exerted force on his wrist, and the sword seemed to turn into a bolt of lightning. With a sharp edge, it fiercely broke through the rain and fog and swept towards Meng Hu's chest. This sword can be said to be Cheng Yi's.
The sword he used to exert all his life's energy was the pinnacle sword in his life. He didn't hold back at all, and he didn't leave any escape route for himself. He struck with the mentality of either you or me, and even the mentality of perishing together.
This knife came out.
Cheng Yi has absolute confidence in this sword. Even Lu Bu, who is known as the best general in the world, if he doesn't want to die with him under this sword, he has to avoid the edge temporarily. Cheng Yi doesn't think that Meng Hu will be able to fight with him.
The thought of perishing together, let alone the belief that Meng Hu would have the strength to ignore the sword.
In short, Cheng Yi seemed to have a smile on his face. He seemed to have seen the result of Meng Hu dodging, jumping on his horse, and escaping. However,
Meng Hu did not avoid it. He did not choose to dodge as Cheng Yi imagined. Of course, Meng Hu did not have the urge to die with Cheng Yi. In response to Cheng Yi's self-confessed fatal blow, Meng Hu smiled coldly and his anger exploded.
, the wrist was reversed, and the black Bailian sword in his hand seemed to turn into a black lightning in an instant, slashing down at a speed countless times faster than Cheng Yi.
Cheng Yi's proud expression changed, and the corner of his mouth that had just shown a smile slowly solidified.
He could swear that he had never seen such a fast and cruel knife.
The black blade mixed with blood-red rainwater, like lightning in the sky, cut through the rain and fog, cut through the void, and cut through Cheng Yi's desire for life with terrifying murderous intent.
"Ding! Puff~"
In the heavy rain, there was first a thunderous sound of gold and iron, followed by two more ripping sounds of the blade cutting through flesh.
Gone by in a flash, passing by.
Meng Hu and Cheng Yi each turned their backs to each other, as if nothing happened just now. Meng Hu slowly put away his sword and remained silent.
Cheng Yi looked at the dark cloud horse less than ten meters in front of him, his eyes showing infinite regret and desire for life, and then he fell heavily to the ground, splashing rain all over the sky. On his chest,
Hot blood surged out of the mouth crazily, blood
The flowers bloomed mixed with rainwater and spread outward. His eyes slowly glazed over. In the hazy rain and mist, Cheng Yi knew that his time was going to be hazy. He turned his head hard and looked at Meng Hu, his mouth opening and closing.
More blood came out.
"Killing knife!" Meng Hu seemed to know what Cheng Yi wanted to ask, and replied calmly, "Killing at the age of three, every day, for twenty years."
After the dust settled, Cheng Yi seemed to have finally received a satisfactory answer, his pupils gradually became dilated, and he slowly became silent.
"Alas!" Meng Hu sighed softly as he stepped over Cheng Yi's body and walked towards the dark clouds, "Actually, I lied to you. As expected, I am still too kind!"
