Eight Hills in the Eastern Jin Dynasty

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Murong Lin's expression changed slightly. He raised his right hand and stopped his warhorse. The more than 300 cavalry behind him stopped slowly, and the more than 100 cavalry turned to the side of the Jin army formation. , draw bows and arrows on guard, while the rest spread out the formation, ready to attack the red Jin army cavalry a hundred paces away at any time, or to guard against their attacks, after all, this is An elite soldier that is visible to the naked eye is obviously much stronger than the old guard cavalry just now.

The red-armored cavalry on the opposite side rode their horses forward and took more than 20 steps, but Murong Lin was not to be outdone, taking more than 10 steps forward, the two cavalry stopped at a distance of about 70 steps, Murong Lin said solemnly: "Who is coming, report your name, I, the prince of Beihai, Murong Lin, will come down and will not kill the nameless!"

The red-armored cavalry general laughed: "So you are Murong Lin, the prince of Beihai, who is known as the famous general in the armored cavalry, is that you?"

Murong Lin patted his breastplate proudly: "Since you know my reputation, how dare you come to die? Since I broke through the siege of Beicheng today, people have killed people, Buddhas have killed Buddhas, and those who died under my hands... "

The red-armored cavalry general interrupted him: "Okay, you're crazy!"

Murong Lin waved his hand impatiently: "No, I haven't killed enough yet, I've only attacked half of the west city, it's still early, I want..."

The red-armored cavalry general contemptuously stretched out the index finger of his right hand and shook it: "No, I mean, you're done crazy! From now on, neither you nor your subordinates want to take another step forward!"

Murong Lin's face first flashed a hint of surprise, and then turned into anger. He gritted his teeth and roared: "Boy (from the voice of the people, he could hear that this is probably in his early twenties). The young man), are you impatient to live? Sign up for the name, I said, my subordinates will not kill the unknown!"

The red-armored cavalry general said coldly: "My surname is Liu, my name is Rongzu, and Rongzu is Rongzu. I want to use military exploits to make my Liu family's ancestors honorable. You must remember this name. , don't report the wrong name!"

Murong Lin sneered and said, "Liu Rongzu? I've never heard of it before. Seeing that your troops are well equipped, I think it's just a son of a certain noble family, and you're just making some extravagances. I'll warn you for the last time, now get away from me, Don't give this life in vain and make your mother cry at home."

Liu Rongzu slowly took off his face, revealing the face of a young man of twenty-three or four years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a heroic spirit. His facial features were straight, and his complexion was the same color as his skin. The apple muscle is particularly obvious. Under the right eye, a red mole the size of a mung bean is beating slightly with his voice, but it is vague, which will give people an invisible pressure.

Liu Rongzu looked at Murong Lin with a murderous look in his eyes, and said, "Murong Lin, remember this face well, just like remembering the name. When you come to the Lord of Hell, don't you forget it?!"

Murong Lin gritted his teeth: "Arrogant child, I will send you to see the King of Hell right now!"

He said, as soon as he mentioned Ma Lan, he was about to step forward, and a rough voice came from behind him: "Prince, such a little thief, why do you need to do it yourself, I will take off his head now!"

When Murong Lin turned his head, he saw a burly man with a height of more than eight feet, a face full of flesh, heavily armored, and a heavy mace in his hand. Yes, Mahmod.

Murong Lin nodded: "Be careful, this person dares to be so arrogant, he must have some skills, and he should not underestimate the enemy. Also, guard against someone in the formation behind him who secretly uses cold arrows."

Mahmoud laughed: "Don't worry, Shizi, my old horse has killed countless enemies in my life, this boy is still a Wuer, horse fighting is not their forte, don't look at his size, I think that armor is probably cutting corners Yes, it looks a little floating, and when I send him back to his hometown now, I will take the bird flag in their formation, and then you will take advantage of the situation to rush to kill, and we will be able to drive these rout horses and roam the entire battlefield!"

Murong Lin smiled and patted Mahmod on the shoulder: "You are really talented, I like the way you play, go, cut this kid, take their flag, the words on the flag It is written that the honor goes to the ancestors, then send this kid to see his ancestors!"

Mahmoud slapped his mace in a careless manner, rushed out thirty paces away from Liu Rongzu, and shouted disdainfully, "Boy, grandpa is a member of the 11th Iron Cavalry Team under the King of Beihai. Yes, Mahmoud is also, if you are wise, you can get off your horse and kowtow three times, and you can spare your life because of your youth!"

Liu Rongzu's face was expressionless, he didn't even look at Mahamod, his eyes were still fixed on Murong Lin in the distance~www.wuxiaspot.com~ There was no emotional fluctuation in his tone: "You are not worthy of being with you. I'll call, go back and ask your young master to lead the death."

Mahmoud's eyebrows were wide, and he pulled down his face, and the mace in his hand hovered above his head like a whirlwind, accompanied by his roar: "Boy, you are so brave, how dare you Dare to look down on your Ma, now, look at it, this is the wolf-toothed wind and stick method, let you see what the real martial arts are!"

While swinging his mace, he let out a battle cry: "Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, front, front, back..."

With every sound of his, the mace will dance a stick flower in the corresponding position, and the sand on the ground will be rolled up with the violent stick wind, and enveloped around his war horse, an invisible air current seems to form With his body protection magic, this 30-pound mace seemed to be like a twig in his hand, lifting the weight lightly, even the armored riders behind him couldn't help but applaud in unison. : "Great trick!"

However, Liu Rongzu was quietly holding the reins of his horse, holding Fang Tianhua halberd upside down, and stood motionless on the spot. He didn't even bother to look at Mahmod, but still just looked at Murong Lin.

Mahmod was even more angry and shouted: "Boy, are you afraid, dare not see what I do?"

Liu Rongzu said coldly: "A clown like a monkey, swinging a bat on a horse, are you fighting the dust on the ground?"

Mahmoud laughed: "Boy, what are you crazy about, even the strong wind danced by grandpa is enough to blow your boy off his horse. Grandpa will kill you now, see if you can resist!"

He said, a roar turned into a two-handed stick, and a gust of windmill also swayed, the mace seemed to become the propeller of a helicopter, and even people dozens of steps away could feel the blow. The wind is coming.

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