Eight Hills in the Eastern Jin Dynasty

Before Zhu Biao could finish his words, there was a loud sound of bowstrings. It was the sound of hundreds of big bows being fired at the same time. A ruthless rain of arrows swept across the twelve warriors, each of whom had ten sticks inserted into their bodies. The above feather arrows are like archery targets, with unwillingness and regret, all fell on their backs and sacrificed heroically.

Xu Kuizhi was inexplicably sad and angry, and shouted at Zhu Biao, "Brother Biao, Brother Biao!"

Zhu Biao's entire front chest and front of his body were hit by at least fifteen arrows. At this moment, he has fallen to the ground, blood on the corners of his mouth, and only his last breath is left. Looking at Xu Kuizhi, he said hard with the last bit of strength: "Quick, go, go."

Thirty paces away, Murong Ping let out a long whistle, rode his horse to aid the lance, and went straight to the stunned Xu Kuizhi in the car, shouting sharply, "Zhu Lingshi, take your life!"

Behind him, the more than 100 knights of the Yan Army who had just finished shooting their bows and arrows also put away their big bows, followed behind Murong Ping, and charged towards Zhu Lingshi, all of them gritted their teeth and waved their weapons. , I can't wait to smash the enemy's main general on the opposite chariot into tens of thousands of pieces, smashing his bones into ashes, and venting the hatred of so many brothers and sisters who died today!

Xu Kuizhi gritted his teeth, and a surge of hatred rolled into his heart. Even an hour ago, this scholar would have been so frightened when he saw so many ferocious enemy troops rushing towards him, he would have turned his head and ran away. However, this brutal battle has made this young man a strong warrior. Zhu Biao and Liu Shitong have only known each other for half an hour, but they have become brothers of life and death. In front of his eyes, he is now There was only one thought in mind: kill Murong Ping and avenge the brothers who died in battle.

Xu Kuizhi stared at Murong Ping who was rushing towards him at a high speed. The halberd in his hand was unprecedentedly stable, and the tip of the halberd always pointed at Murong Ping himself. In the past, it was impossible to see the movements of the people on the horses that were running at full speed. This time, he could see clearly that Murong Ping's Ma Leng came straight to his head, but he didn't dodge or avoid him. As long as he stabbed Murong Ping, even if he did his best, he would die without regret!

Murong Ping's eyes widened, but his speed did not slow down at all. Amid Xu Kuizhi's roar, Murong Ping's mount quickly passed by the side of Xu Kuizhi's chariot. He came towards Murong Ping's chest, and Murong Ping also made a choice in an instant. His right hand was loosened, and the riding lance clamped under his ribs suddenly fell to the ground, and his whole body was thrown back, completely lying on the back of the horse. He could even see the halberd passing from the tip of his nose, the icy smell of steel filled his entire brain, and his right hand, which had just been freed up, grabbed the halberd like lightning.

Xu Kuizhi only felt an overwhelming force coming from the halberd pole, taking him up into the air, flying in the sky, just less than two steps away, Murong Ping's cold eyes were looking at him, he was very excited. He wanted to do something, even opened his mouth to bite Murong Ping's **** face.

But as soon as Xu Kuizhi opened his mouth, he only felt that he fell from the air to the ground, a sharp pain on his back, and his **** seemed to be slashed with a knife, split from two halves into eight pieces, he instinctively wanted to use his hands He touched his buttocks, and when he moved, the pain was so painful that he almost burst into tears. The feeling that all the bones in his body were almost shattered. It was such a painful realization. For the first time in his life, Xu Kuizhi felt it.

A stench of horses penetrated Xu Kuizhi's nose, the sunlight suddenly turned dark, and Murong Ping's savage, hateful face was displayed in front of Xu Kuizhi, a thin bloodstain on his face. His right cheek was beating, and it was only half an inch away from scratching his eyes. A **** lance was pressed against his chest, and Murong Ping's cold words entered his ears. Middle: "Who are you?"

Xu Kuizhi gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "If you want to kill, kill, I, Zhu Lingshi, will never blink!"

Murong Ping twitched the corners of his mouth disdainfully: "How can you be Zhu Lingshi with such martial arts as you? Say, who are you?! I'll give you a happy death!"

Xu Kuizhi coughed hard twice, and his internal organs were in severe pain. He said loudly: "I am a soldier in the Beifu Army and joined the army Xu Kuizhi. I just hate me for not being good at learning and not being able to kill you, a vicious thief, Murong Ping, don't be complacent. There will definitely be Beifu soldiers like me who will avenge me, you can do it!"

Murong Ping touched the blood line on his right face, the flesh on his face twitched gently, and he muttered to himself: "Damn, a middle soldier joined the army, a little clerk, actually hurt me Murong Ping!"

As he walked up to a muscular warrior with a knotted beard, it was Murong Ping's rear guard Yuwen Shimin, and he whispered, "Brother Ping, this kid is a Xibei, Zhu Lingshi probably ran away early. , leave him here to die, do we want to continue chasing him?"

Murong Ping shook his head and sighed, "I'm afraid we've been tricked~www.wuxiaspot.com~ These chariots are used by the Jin army to lure the enemy, our current situation is not good, we have to withdraw quickly, but... …”

When he said this, murderous intent flashed in his eyes. Looking at Xu Kuizhi on the ground, Chang Lan poked forward slightly, and a **** arrow spewed out from Xu Kuizhi's chest. The pain was so painful that he almost screamed, because he could clearly feel it. The pain of the lance piercing his ribs, and this pain became more and more intense as Murong Ping's wrist rotated and the blade tip rubbed against his sternum repeatedly.

Murong Ping said in a deep voice: "Boy, tell me, where is Zhu Lingshi, how many people he has, and tell me, I will let you die, otherwise, I will dig your chest inch by inch. Belly, pick out your liver and intestines, let you reincarnate as a ghost in your next life, and you will never forget the taste!"

Xu Kuizhi suddenly burst into laughter, even though this burst of laughter allowed him to hear the terrifying "crack" sound of the ribs being pierced, Murong Ping's expression changed, and he often drew back two inches while riding the lance. Roared: "Do you want to die now?"

Xu Kuiyi was panting and said with a smile: "I tell you, Brother Stone is killing your whole family in the city right now, hahahaha!"

Murong Ping was so angry that he raised his lance and shouted, "I'll kill you!"

However, when he held the lance, he felt a cold light hit his face, instinctively turned his head, and a sharp pain in his left cheek must have been the result of an arrow swiping his cheek, while Yuwen Shimin beside him vomited blood and fell to the ground. In the smoke and dust about thirty paces away, there were crowds of people, and a steady voice echoed in his ears: "I am Zhu Lingshi, and I'm here to clean up you!" (To be continued)

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