die.
Not terrible.
The terrible thing is that you can't carry out your own will. Break away from all the constraints, live freely, and live freely.
King of Han? Liaodong tiger?
No.
I'm just Wu Nian.
Common surnames, common first names.
But he is a passionate man.
Between life and death, ordinary people tremble.
The brave are fearless.
Hou Wancheng's stab at Ma Shu did not waver Wu Nian in the slightest.
The malicious voices of Wan Yanxian and the Meng Yuan soldiers, and the frightened voices of the Ouchi guards and Wei Polu seemed to fall on deaf ears.
Wu Nian's eyebrows were flying wildly, but his willpower was condensed and as solid as a rock.
He knew what he was doing and what he was going to do next.
Ability to work step-by-step and adapt to changing circumstances.
Wu Nian glanced at Wan Yanxian first, with a mocking look in his eyes. Then he also followed Wan Yanxian's example and gave up the horse in his hand.
This glance was extremely lethal.
Wan Yanxian had a bad premonition in his heart, and then his heart went cold.
Wu Nian gave up his horse, freeing up his hands. Wan Yanxian was already disabled. Although he was holding on to Wu Nian's horse tightly, he was holding it upside down and it was difficult to do any damage with one hand.
Facing the spear point so close at hand, Wu Nian's eyes were steady, his breathing was not disordered at all, and he even relaxed his brows slightly.
The brave are fearless.
Hou Wancheng's horse spear, the spear edge gleaming with cold light, is unparalleledly sharp.
Wu Nian, however, used lightning speed, using both hands forward and backward, to firmly grasp the spear tip.
"Pfft" sound. The skin and flesh were cut open, and blood bloomed. Wu Nian knew without looking that the wound was deep enough to show the bone.
pain.
Of course it hurts.
But Wu Nian's expression was like a rock that had not changed for thousands of years, without any change.
Time seems to have stopped.
The noise at the scene was soaring to the sky, but it was as if a pin drop could be heard. Everyone's eyes were focused on Wu Nian.
The eyes of the Ouchi guards were still frightened, but there was a little more joy in the fright.
The Meng Yuan soldiers were still excited, but there was a little more astonishment in their eyes.
Really. Empty-handed.
Resist damage.
Wu Nian's hand was injured, but his arm was still there and very strong.
"Kill!!!!!!" Hou Wancheng looked at the tip of the spear so close to Wu Nian's neck. Of course, he couldn't let go. He roared and tried his best to pierce the tip of the spear. Wu Nian's neck.
His face was red, his eyes were wide open, and his arms protected by armor were obviously thicker, and he had tried his best.
But Wu Nian's hand was steadier.
The white blade in his hand, dripping with blood, fell to the ground. But Hou Wancheng's ambition could not make any progress.
It seems so close, yet so far away.
The life of the King of Han was very tough.
"What are you doing?!!!! Stab it." Wan Yanxian yelled. At the same time, Ma Shan's right hand, which was holding Wu Nian, used all his strength to round it and hit Wu Nian on the head.
"Your Majesty!!!!" Upon seeing this, an Ouchi guard roared wildly and flew forward from his horse.
A "touch" sound. Wan Yanxian held the horse's pole upside down and hit the Ouchi guard with a stick. Wanhu's power was still there, and the Ouchi guard was hit in the back. With a muffled groan, he fell from the air, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
"Brothers."
The light in Wu Nian's eyes flashed and he said something. Then his arms suddenly gave birth to immense power, which was poured into the horse in his hand.
He held the sharp spear in his hand and pushed his arms forward.
A "touch" sound.
Hou Wancheng's expression changed dramatically, and his arms contracted to his chest like springs.
"Kill!!!" Hou Wancheng was furious and his dignity was hurt. He roared wildly, raised his arms, and planned to fight hard.
At this moment, Wu Nian flicked his hands and let go of Hou Wancheng's horse.
Hou Wancheng was caught off guard, and Ma Shan stabbed Wu Nian with all his strength.
With a "Puff" sound, blood bloomed.
A wound suddenly appeared on the left side of Wu Nian's neck. Blood flowed.
"Your Majesty!!!!!!!" The eyes of the Ouchi guards, Wei Polu and others were about to burst, and their heads went blank for a moment.
"good."
"The King of Han is dead. The King of Han is dead."
"General Hou is so powerful that he kills the King of Han in formation."
The Meng Yuan soldiers cheered loudly, as if they had decided the country with one arrow.
Wanyanxian was first happy and then surprised, and shouted: "Be careful."
What a good King of Han.
Really fearless.
With this grip, a twist, a flick, and a release, Hou Wancheng's spear lost its accuracy, and the blood was not spurted out, but splattered.
A slight difference can make a difference of a thousand miles.
But who would dare to do this unless he has great courage and fearlessness?
At the slightest chance, Wu Nian's blood vessels would be cut open.
The large blood vessels in the neck were cut open, which was equivalent to an order from the King of Hell.
Wu Nian's eyes remained unchanged, as if he was not the one who was stabbed.
Hou Wancheng's scalp was numb. In order to compete with Wu Nian, he had put all his strength into this fight and could not stop.
Between lightning and stone.
Wu Nian stretched out his right hand, whose palm was covered with blood, pulled out the steel knife from his waist, and rode his horse forward. The King of Han rushed forward.
The sword light drew a perfect semicircle in the air, and then blood bloomed.
"Pfft" sound.
Wu Nian rolled his eyes and watched Hou Wancheng's neck being cut open by himself, and then blood spurted out.
A slight difference could mean cutting into a blood vessel.
"It's over." Hou Wancheng maintained the posture of stabbing the horse, looking down at his neck, with a wry smile on his face, and then he used his last strength and shouted: "Athletes, keep charging. You all can He’s a dead soldier.”
Say it. Hou Wancheng spurted out more blood, and the vitality in his body was quickly lost as the blood spurted out. After a moment, the horse in his hand fell to the ground. His body shook a few times and then fell to the ground. His eyes were wide open and he was still staring blankly.
Out of nine thousand households, one person died.
Nine tigers, eight are left.
"Do as General Hou said. Even if all our families are dead, you are still Meng Yuan warriors. Now you have to risk your life and survive."
"We're surrounded."
"Only by fighting hard can you have a chance to survive."
"Kill!!!" Wan Yanxian was delayed by the imperial guard and failed to hit Wu Nian, and watched helplessly as Hou Wancheng died in battle. His eyes were about to burst, and after roaring with all his strength, he raised his right arm again, held Wu Nian's horse-stem upside down, and charged forward with his horse, intending to crush Wu Nian to death.
Wu Young glanced at this man with disdain. A tiger that has lost its teeth is still a tiger?
You are useless, but I am not useless.
He controlled the horse lightly and avoided Wan Yanxian's attack. The steel knife in his hand was shot in a blink of an eye, like a white rainbow piercing the sun.
The sharp tip of the knife pierced Wanyanxian's neck, and blood spurted out from behind.
"There are seven left."
Wu Nian said to himself.
