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Yan Qing also jumped onto the ring, holding a simple knife, to confront Nabo Shu.

"Who wants to be the first bet? If you win, I will let you go back. As for if you lose, the one who was the bet must stay and be buried with you." Jin Wushu glanced at the Song people, wanting to see if anyone had the guts.

Consider it a bet.

Zhao Ji glanced at Yan Qing and shrank back. Guo Jing looked at Yan Qing and turned away. The other Song people were hesitant.

"Your Majesty, I am the first bettor. I hope your Majesty will not break his promise." Li Shishi walked out of the crowd and said to Jin Wushu.

Jin Wushu frowned slightly on the high platform and said: "Miss Shishi, a duel between warriors is not a trivial matter. If you lose, even I, the king, will not be able to protect you."

Master Li said without changing his expression: "I hope your Majesty will make it happen."

Jin Wushu became angry and said to Bu Shu: "Smash this Song dog into a pulp and let them see what a golden warrior is."

But he saw that Bu Shu roared angrily, and towards Yan Qing, Tie Guduo roared and hit him on the head. Yan Qing had a good foundation in martial arts, and was not a problem for ordinary martial arts masters. He raised his simple sword and wanted to

Block first. Tieguduo is very powerful and heavy. Once the moves are used enough, your simple sword can attack the middle.

But Yan Qing forgot that this was in the army, not a battle in the rivers and lakes. The warriors who came out of the army did not have those fancy tricks. What they focused on was to kill with one blow.

Seeing that Yan Qing was about to use the Pu knife to resist Tie Guduo, Zhou Tong knew that something was going to happen and shouted: "No."

But unfortunately, it was too late. Tieguduo and Pudao intersected, and Pudao broke. Tieguduo hit Yan Qing's arm, and the arm bones were broken immediately. Pudao fell to the ground. Yanqing rolled and avoided the first blow to the head.

Two hammers.

Seeing that Bo Shumou succeeded in his attack, the iron bones in his hands danced like windmills. Yan Qing rolled around on the ground in embarrassment. Seeing that his life was in danger, the soldiers of the Jin Army cheered loudly. Master Li couldn't bear it.

Turn your head.

"Attack its base and fight on the ground." Zhou Tong continued to remind.

Yan Qing spotted an opening and twisted his legs. This was a delicate maneuver that Bo Shumuke had never seen before. He was unable to stand on his feet and fell to the ground with a clang.

Yan Qing immediately turned over and pinned Bo Shumuke tightly under him. He used his intact left hand to strangle Bo Shumuke's neck, and then kept tightening it, and then tightened it again.

Bo Shumuke was suppressed and Tie Guduo was also thrown away, so he stretched out his fist and kept attacking Yan Qing's face backwards. Yan Qing did not try to dodge, and was beaten until his mouth and nose were bleeding, and his face was ferocious, but

The arm that strangled Bolushumoke's neck continued to tighten tighter and tighter. Bolushumoke's breathing became more and more rapid, and the fists swung back became less and less powerful.

Yan Qing shouted loudly, exerted all his strength, and twisted hard, but heard a snap, and Bolush Mouke's neck was broken. Yan Qing let go of his hand, and Bolush Mouke's head hung softly.

, blood began to ooze from the mouth and nose.

On the ring, it took only a moment for a life and death decision to be made. Yan Qing's face was covered with blood, and one of his arms was hanging down, but he staggered to the crowd and pulled Li Shishi out. The soldiers of the Jin Army still wanted to stop him

, Jin Wushu waved his hand and shouted back.

"In the Song Dynasty, there were also warriors. They were inferior to others in terms of tactics and skills, and they did not die due to conspiracy. No soldiers can stop me. Hero, you can take Miss Shishi away, but this world will soon belong to me, Dajin.

If you can join me, I will match you up." Jin Wushu was quite ambitious and actually wanted to recruit Yan Qing.

Yan Qing laughed and said: "How can I, a Chinese man, associate with savages?"

Jin Wushu was not angry at all. He looked around his soldiers and said, "Who will fight next?"

"Your Majesty, Wusuli is willing to fight." A Jin army leader wearing tiger skin, with a hooked nose and a fierce face came out.

"Okay, Wusuli Mooke, don't let me lose my dignity." Jin Wushu waved his hand.

Wusuli took out a mace. This Jin man was accustomed to using heavy weapons. Lin Chong said to Bai Yan and Zhou Tong: "Let me go in this battle."

Yan Qing was leaning next to Master Li at this moment, squinting one of his swollen eyes and saying to Lin Chong: "Brother Lin Chong, this gold thief is not weak in martial arts, so be careful."

Lin Chong nodded, shook his big gun, and then stepped onto the ring. Jin Wushu glanced at the Song people and said, "Who is willing to bet on this round?"

In fact, Lin Chong today has already read half a century, and his beard and hair are already covered in frost. Everyone has seen the ferocity of the Jin Army, and everyone is a little nervous about whether they can risk their lives on it.

Jin Wushu glanced around and saw that no one dared to answer, so he wanted to laugh.

But he saw a woman standing out from the crowd. It was the woman who was originally held in Jin Wushu's arms. She stepped forward and said to Lin Chong Wanfu: "This general, the slave Zhao Huanhuan, is willing to live and die with the general.

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"Zhao Huanhuan, you are the Roufu Emperor." Lin Chong was surprised. After all, he had served as the instructor of 800,000 imperial troops, and he still knew a little about the women of the Tian family. At this moment, he looked at this woman. Her clothes were ragged, her hair was messy, and her face was

The reason for the tears lies in the fact that a noble person in the sky fell like a grass root, frightened, humiliated and in pain.

"General, the slave family has fallen into such a state, where is the Roufu Emperor Ji? I hope the general will make a triumphant return!" Zhao Huanhuan, the Roufu Emperor Ji, forced out a smile and blessed her face.

"Zhao Huanhuan, don't you want to live?" Jin Wushu said to Emperor Roufu with a livid face.

"What's the point of living? The slave family should have killed themselves just like the queen sister." Zhao Huanhuan raised his head and looked directly into Jin Wushu's fierce eyes. Although his body was trembling, his eyes did not flinch.

Bai Yan thought to himself that this woman was worth saving.

The battle on the ring was about to break out. Wusuli Mooke, holding a mace, swept towards Lin Chong with great force. Lin Chong's big gun shook and there was a clang. Lin Chong used his skill and used the twist of his body to unload.

He fired the mace with great force, turned his body at the same time, retracted the big gun and stabbed it with a beautiful carbine, directly piercing Ussurimouk's throat.

Lin Chong's big gun flicked again, and Wusuli's head flew out. Gululu rolled down the high platform and flew to Jin Wushu's feet. At the same time, Wusuli's headless corpse was on the ring, with blood protruding from his neck like a fountain.

, a moment later, the headless corpse also fell down.

Instant kill!

There were no fancy moves, just one move that could lead to life and death. Lin Chong withdrew his big gun, like a god of war, stepped down from the ring, grabbed Roufu Emperor Ji Zhao Huanhuan, and brought him back to Bai Yan.

Bai Yan felt sad and happy when he saw Zhao Huanhuan. He grabbed Lin Chong's arm and refused to let go, looking at Lin Chong with extraordinary admiration.

Bai Yan was thinking wildly in his mind, this Roufu Emperor would not be able to marry her in the future anyway, and it happened that Lin Chong's wife was killed by Gao Yanei and did not renew the relationship, so why not marry Lin Chong and give Lin Chong a monkey.

"Brother Bai Yan, what are you thinking about?" Lin Chong led Emperor Roufu back and asked when he saw Bai Yan looking silly.

"Ah, it's okay, I'm planning a better life for you in the future." Bai Yan laughed.

Jin Wushu was sitting on the high platform, looking a little worried. He waved his hand: "Don't stop, next one."