Tapping, tapping, the two horses galloped wildly in the martial arts arena.
Arroyo's war horse is an excellent one. It is the best war horse from Qi State, bar none.
Arroyo also had a good war horse, but it was slightly inferior.
I usually don't feel it, but it was revealed now.
His horse was getting closer and closer to Arroyo, and the long-handled sword slashed hard at Arroyo's waist.
This is a unique move of his, called the King of Hell and claiming his life.
As long as he was hit, Arroyo would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.
Arroyo smiled coldly, turned halfway, and stabbed Apollo's chest with the spear in his hand.
This is Arroyo's life-saving trick, called the carbine.
He wouldn't use it unless absolutely necessary, and now Arroyo is on the verge of death.
Puff, puff twice, both of their tricks failed.
Apollo's King of Hell was really powerful. He slashed at him from the waist to the spine. The long-handled sword got stuck on the opponent's spine and could not be pulled out.
Arroyo's black large intestine and liver were suddenly exposed from his abdomen, and he could no longer survive.
Apollo was even worse. Arroyo's shot stabbed him in the heart.
He struggled twice, and large mouthfuls of blood flowed from his mouth.
He fell directly from his horse and died immediately after being squeezed on the ground.
Arroyo also threw his spear on the ground, with a long-handled sword hanging on his spine. He hugged the horse tightly with both hands, not knowing whether to live or die.
Arroyo and Apollo's soldiers came over while crying.
Those who hold guns use guns, and those who save people save people.
Their soldiers didn't care about revenge at this time, and they all came to Youlang with their respective great ghost masters in their arms, and kowtowed to Bang Bang.
They have seen that the best doctor from Qi State cannot save people, but the doctor under the Little Sage can save people.
Youlang nodded, a doctor is like a parent.
He stepped forward and looked at Apollo carefully. The spear was still on his chest and blood was still flowing out of the wound.
He touched his nose with his hand and opened his eyelids to look.
Youlang shook his head and sighed heavily: "The Great Ghost Master Apollo's heart has been broken and he is not breathing. Prepare for the funeral."
Hearing this, Apollo's men howled loudly, it was over, the great ghost master was dead.
"The liver and spleen have been damaged and cannot be saved." Youlang stepped forward and looked at Arroyo carefully. "He's not dead yet, but he won't last half a day."
Seeing this, Amitofu couldn't help laughing.
While reciting Buddhist scriptures, he came to Arroyo and said, "Arroyo, the great ghost master, you have no objection to Lao Ne winning the final victory."
Although he had a kind face, there was a dazzling cold light in his eyes.
Arroyo was in extreme pain all over his body, but it hurt even more in his heart.
He and Apollo were fighting to the death, but he didn't expect that Amitofu would come to pick peaches in the autumn.
"You, you." Arroyo raised her hand with difficulty, pointed at Amitofu, and suddenly fainted and passed out.
His soldiers were crying and pinching him.
Arroyo woke up leisurely and said with difficulty to the soldiers: "Ah Shan, Ah Shan."
Arroyo also has several sons, but they are not good at martial arts and are far behind Amitofu.
"Ah Shan, Ah Shan." Several soldiers raised their heads in a hurry and yelled at the top of their lungs, "The Great Ghost Lord is looking for you."
"Coming, coming." Following the reply, Ah Shan slowly came over.
He was supported by two soldiers. His face was yellow and he walked very slowly.
There was blood on the front and back of his armor, but it had dried and turned black.
"Big Ghost Lord, Big Ghost Lord." When he came to Arroyo, he burst into tears.
Arroyo looked at Ah Shan, spit out a mouthful of blood, and said with difficulty: "Brother Ah Shan, I know you are seriously injured, but now I can't do it anymore, so I can only rely on you, my brother."
"Master Ghost, who is your opponent?" Ah Shan hesitated before asking with difficulty.
Arroyo took a hard look at the smiling Amitofu and spit out another mouthful of blood.
He said with difficulty: "Amitofu."
"Amitofu?" Seeing the smiling Amitofu, Ah Shan opened his mouth so wide that he could hardly close it. He could almost fit a duck egg in.
Ah Shan licked his dry lips, swallowed hard and said, "This, this."
If he wasn't seriously injured, he wouldn't be afraid of Amitabh at all.
However, he fought with A Yin and A Du successively, and was seriously injured twice. He could barely walk and needed to be supported by his own soldiers.
"Brother Ah Shan, I know you are seriously injured, but there are no martial arts masters in the Arroyo tribe." Arroyo looked at Ah Shan eagerly and said with difficulty.
"Big Ghost Lord, isn't there a Young Ghost Lord?" Ah Shan looked at A Man who was crying desperately.
Seeing Ah Shan's gaze, A Man's neck shrank.
Aman is about twenty years old, with a slender figure, a straight nose and a square mouth. He likes writing and hates martial arts.
His Chinese language skills are good. I heard that he took part in the Song Dynasty Juren Examination and passed the exam.
He also wanted to take the Jinshi examination of the Song Dynasty and learn how to govern his tribe like the Song Dynasty.
Although Aman failed in the competition, Arroyo did not let him go and personally taught him martial arts.
Although Aman was forced by Arroyo, he was not willing to practice martial arts at all.
Arroyo spitted on Aman: "Princess Ayi is a little lady, and she is both civil and military. Are you not even as good as her?"
In this way, under the pressure of Arroyo, he was unwilling to learn martial arts.
Although he studied martial arts for several years, his mind was not on martial arts at all.
He does have martial arts skills, but he is far behind Arroyo.
Arroyo also had several sons, but they were all concubines, and there was only one relegated son.
The mother of this banished son is the daughter of a demon lord, and the mothers of the other concubines are the daughters of their tribes.
If Arroyo has two relegated sons, he will definitely choose another relegated son to inherit his position.
Arroyo looked at his son, who was shrinking his neck and not daring to raise his head, and sighed.
If he had known this outcome earlier, he would have changed his position as Young Ghost Master, but it was already too late.
Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and said flatly to Ah Shan: "Ah Shan, as long as you defeat Amitofu, this great ghost master will be yours."
Amitofu's martial arts skills are almost the same as his own, and Aman is no match at all.
Now he has no choice but to pin his only hope on Ah Shan.
Of course, Arroyo actually does not want Ashan to be the chief ghost leader of the tribe.
Arroyo steeled herself to prepare for death.
If he were here, he could still suppress Ah Shan with his prestige.
But after his death, his son was cowardly and could not suppress Ashan at all.
Since the son can't suppress Ah Shan, it's better to use Amitofu's hand to get rid of Ah Shan.
But for Ah Shan to duel with Amitofu, there must be a huge bait.
The biggest bait is the position of the Great Ghost Lord.
So now that he is holding out this bait, he is not afraid that Ah Shan will not take the bait.
He knew the extent of Ah Shan's injuries. His chest and back were severely injured, and now he relied entirely on his will to hold on.
In this case, Amitofu will definitely kill Ah Shan.
Of course, if Ashan is indeed outstanding in martial arts, it would be best to die together with Amitofu.
His move was a plan to kill two birds with one stone. It not only eliminated a serious problem in the tribe's heart, but also took the opportunity to weaken Amitofu's power.
"This, this." Ah Shan looked at Amitofu and shook his head.
Seeing Ah Shan's refusal, Arroyo endured the pain in her waist and spine.
He took out the Great Ghost Lord's seal with difficulty and threw it on the ground: "Brother Ashan, as long as you defeat Amitofu, this seal will be yours."
Amitofu looked at the big seal of the Great Ghost Lord on the ground, with a sarcastic smile on his face.
Amitofu glanced at Ah Shan with disdain and thought: "Is life or position more important?"
