die.

Not scary.

What is terrible is that you cannot implement your will. You can break free from all constraints, live freely and live freely.

King of Han? Tiger from Liaodong?

No.

I'm just Wu Nian.

Ordinary surname, ordinary name.

But he is a passionate man.

Between life and death, ordinary people are trembling.

The brave are fearless.

The horse spear stabbed by Hou Wancheng did not shake Wu Nian at all.

Wanyan Xian and the Mongols' warriors were full of malicious voices, and the big inner guards and Wei Polu were full of fear, as if they were wind in their ears.

Wu Nian's eyebrows were flying freely, and his willpower was as solid as a rock.

He knew what he was doing and what he was going to do next.

Can follow the steps and adapt to the situation.

Wu Nian first glanced at Wanyan Xian, and looked mocking. Then he also learned from Wanyan Xian's appearance and gave up the horse spear in his hand.

This glance is extremely lethal.

This made Wanyan Xian feel a bad premonition, and then she felt cold.

Wu Nian gave up his horse spear and his hands were freed up. Wanyan Xian was already useless. Although he was holding Wu Nian's horse spear tightly, he held it upside down and it was difficult for one hand to cause any damage.

Facing the spear that was so close, Wu Nian's eyes were steady, his breathing was not at all disordered, and his brows even slightly stretched out.

The brave are fearless.

Hou Wancheng's horse spear is shining with cold light and extremely sharp.

Wu Nian, however, grabbed the spear with both hands firmly at the speed of lightning.

With a "puff", the flesh was cut open and blood was blooming. Wu Nian knew without looking at it, and the bones could be seen in the depth of the wound.

pain.

Of course it hurts.

But Wu Nian's expression was like a rock that remained unmoving for thousands of years, without any change.

Time seems to have stopped.

The noise at the scene soared into the sky, but it seemed like a needle was falling. Everyone's eyes were focused on Wu Nian.

The eyes of the big guards were still frightened, but there was a little more joy in the fear.

The soldiers of the Mongol Yuan were still excited, but there was a little more shock in their eyes.

True. Enter the blade with empty hands.

Resist damage.

Wu Nian's hand was injured, but his arm was still there and he was very strong.

"Kill!!!!!!!" Hou Wancheng looked at the spear tip that was close to Wu Nian's neck. Of course, it was impossible for him to let go. He roared wildly, trying his best to stab the spear tip into Wu Nian's neck.

His face was red, his tiger's eyes widened, and his arms protected by the armor were obviously thicker, and he had tried his best.

But Wu Nian's hands are more stable.

Holding the blade in his hand, blood dripped onto the ground. But Hou Wancheng's spear was unable to make progress.

It seems like a close distance, like the end of the world.

The fate of the King of Han is very strong.

"What are you doing?!!!!!!!!!!," Wanyan Xian shouted. At the same time, he grabbed Wu Nian's horse spear and used his strength to slam it into Wu Nian's head.

"King!!!" Seeing this, a large guard roared wildly and rushed up from the horse's back.

With a "touch", Wanyan Xian held the horse spear and hit the big inner guard with a stick. The strength of the Wanhu was still there. The big inner guard was hit on the back, and a muffled groaned, falling from the air, not knowing life and death.

"Good brother."

Wu Nian's eyes flashed and he said, then his arms suddenly had a thousand pounds of force, pouring it on the horse spear in his hand.

He held the sharp spear in his hand and pushed forward with his arms.

A "touch" sound.

Hou Wancheng's face changed drastically, and his arms were like springs, shrinking to his chest.

"Kill!!!" Hou Wancheng was furious and his dignity was hurt. He roared wildly, flapped his arms, and planned to fight hard.

At this moment, Wu Nian shook his hands and then let go of Hou Wancheng's horse spear.

Hou Wancheng was caught off guard, and the horse spear, with all the strength of his body, stabbed Wu Nian.

With a "puff", blood light burst out.

A wound suddenly appeared on the left side of Wu Nian's neck, and blood flowed out.

"King!!!!!!!" The eyes of the big guards, Wei Polu and others were about to break, and their heads turned blank in an instant.

"good."

"The King of Han is dead. The King of Han is dead."

"General Hou is mighty and kills the King of Han in the formation."

The Mengyuan soldiers cheered loudly, as if they had decided to dominate the country with one arrow.

Wanyan Xian was happy first and then surprised, and shouted: "Be careful."

What a king of Han.

Really fearless.

This grip, a sway, a swing, and a release made Hou Wancheng lose his accuracy in this spear. The blood was not spurted out, but splashed out.

A slight difference can lead to a thousand miles of mistakes.

But he has to have great courage and fearlessness, who dares to do this?

With a slight difference, Wu Nian's blood vessels will be cut open.

The large blood vessel on the neck was cut open, which meant that the King of Hell had issued an order.

Wu Nian's eyes remained unchanged, as if it was not himself who was stabbed.

Hou Wancheng's scalp was numb. In order to fight with Wu Nian, he had already devoted all his strength to this spear and could not stop.

Between the light of lightning.

Wu Nian stretched out his right hand, which was covered in blood in his palm, pulled out the steel knife from his waist, and rushed forward, and the Han King rushed forward.

The sword light drew a perfect semicircle in the air, and then the blood light burst out.

There was a "puff".

Wu Nian's eyes turned, watching Hou Wancheng's neck cut open by himself, and then bleeded blood.

A tiny difference is about the point where the blood vessel is cut.

"It's over." Hou Wancheng kept his stance of a horse spear, looked down at his neck, and showed a wry smile on his face. Then he used his last strength and shouted: "Athletics, keep rushing. You are all dead soldiers."

After saying that, Hou Wancheng spewed out more blood, and the vitality in his body was quickly lost as the blood was sprayed out. After a while, the spear in his hand fell to the ground, his body shook for a few times, and also fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, and he died with his eyes open.

Nine thousand households died, one person died.

Nine tigers, eight left.

"As General Hou said, even if all our households are dead, you are still warriors of the Yuan Dynasty. Now you are putting yourself in the death to live."

“We are surrounded.”

"Only by fighting hard can you have vitality."

"Kill!!!!" Wanyan Xian was delayed by the big guard for a while and failed to hit Wu Nian. She watched Hou Wancheng die in battle. Her eyes were about to break, and after roaring hard, he raised his right arm again, took Wu Nian's spear and rushed forward, trying to kill Wu Nian.

Wu Young looked at this person contemptuously. The tiger that lost its teeth is still a tiger?

You are ruined, I am not ruined.

He lightly controlled the war horse and avoided Wanyan Xian's attack. The steel knife in his hand was invincible, like a white rainbow piercing the sun.

The sharp tip of the knife pierced Wanyan Xian's neck and came out from behind, with blood spraying.

“Seven left.”
Chapter completed!