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"Your Majesty, General Pu Chari is willing to fight with the warriors of the Song Dynasty." Among the Jin army, a big man like an iron tower stood out at this moment, almost 1.9 meters tall, with muscles all over his body and a fierce face.

Drink like a bell.

This Jin man finally changed his name. After two consecutive battles, the Jin army officers and soldiers stopped despising the Song people and finally started to take it seriously. This time, Meng'an came out, and Meng'an was also a member of the Jin army.

, which is equivalent to the position of brigade commander. The positions of Jin Army generals are almost all ranked according to their strength, and it is impossible to have a corpse position.

"Okay, Pucha Ri Meng'an, don't let me lose my reputation as a golden warrior." Jin Wushu looked at Bai Yan and the others with a fierce look in his eyes.

When Puchari stepped onto the ring, the wooden platform could hardly bear the weight of Puchari and was creaking.

It was his turn to go on stage. Bai Yan rolled up his sleeves and was about to go on stage to do it, but he saw Zhou Tong holding him back.

"Little friend Bai Yan, let me take part in this scene. I haven't done anything for a long time. Let's see what this invincible golden man can do." Zhou Tong grabbed Bai Yan and said.

"Master, no, you're too old." Bai Yan didn't worry about Zhou Tong going up. After all, he was already over seventy years old. No matter how good his kung fu was when he was young, age is not forgiving, and life and death are at stake.

"Little friend Bai Yan, although I am old, I have three punches. Not many people in the world can block these three punches. Little friend Bai Yan, please don't try to persuade me. As a warrior, I can die in this arena today.

If you do this, you can achieve the greatest path in my heart." Zhou Tong held Bai Yan's hand and said.

Master Zhou Tong was devoted to seeking the truth, and Bai Yan was not in a position to stop him, so he simply let go.

When the soldiers of the Jin Army saw that it was an old man with a white beard who stepped onto the ring, they couldn't help laughing, saying that there was no one in the Song Dynasty, so they actually sent an old man to die.

Jin Wushu smiled, glanced around the Song people and said, "Is there anyone willing to gamble with his life?"

The captured Song people were all hiding behind. At this moment, a young man's voice came, although immature but firm: "I am willing to live and die together with the old gentleman."

It turned out to be Zhao Zichen. It seems that the princes and grandsons of the old Zhao family are not all useless. Then Zhao Ji and Zhao Heng, two weaklings, wanted to sway the emperor, so they simply abdicated. Bai Yan couldn't control it again.

Started to think wildly.

The iron-tower-like Puchari was fierce. Seeing an old man with a white beard actually get on the ring, without holding a weapon, and facing him with his bare hands. Puchari suddenly became angry, feeling that the Song Dynasty was humiliating him: "

Old man, this is an arena. If I punch you, you will die. Someone else who can punch you will come up."

At this moment, Bai Yan even thought that the golden man Pucha Ri Meng'an was quite cute.

"This is a military arena. Today is a battle of life and death. I am old, but I can withstand a few punches. General, don't underestimate me." Zhou Tong said solemnly.

Puchari Meng'an dropped the iron mace in his hand and said rather boldly: "Okay, then I won't use my weapon anymore. Let's see if you, old man, can withstand my iron fist."

"Please." Zhou Tong cupped his fists.

Pu Chari shouted, like a thunder in mid-air, and he rushed towards Zhou Tong like a mountain, and smashed Zhou Tong's face with a fist as big as clay pot.

Zhou Tong straddled his horse and punched, punching against each other. The two punches intersected, and there was a muffled sound of thunder. Bai Yan seemed to hear the sound of bones breaking. At the same time, Pu Chari's expression changed drastically.

Before Pu Chari could react, Zhou Tong was already close to him. With a simple uppercut, Pu Chari's body weighing more than two hundred kilograms actually rose into the air. Zhou Tong leaned against him,

Two more steps forward, a straight punch, Puchari's body flew out, blood spurted from Puchari's mouth and nose in mid-air, and then he hit the ring heavily, dust flew up, Puchari twitched twice, and then died.

There was movement.

With three simple punches, a horse-step punch, an uppercut, and a straight punch, he went back to his simplicity and returned to his original nature. An old man from the Song Dynasty in his seventies killed the Jin army fiercely in an instant.

The generals of the Jin army who were watching the battle were silent, and Jin Wushu's face was ashen.

The young boy Zhao Zicheng held his young fists and cheered loudly: "Old sir, you are mighty!"

However, at this moment, Master Zhou Tong, who was on the stage, suddenly spurted out a stream of blood and fell to the ground.

Bai Yan was shocked, rushed to the ring, picked up Zhou Tong, and saw that Zhou Tong's face was abnormally flushed, and blood foam was flowing from the corner of Zhou Tong's mouth, but his expression was still free and easy, and he smiled: "Bai Yan

"Young friend Yan, I still underestimated this golden man. With age, my bones and muscles are no longer strong enough. Although no one in the world can stop my three punches, my body can no longer bear it."

"Master, don't talk. I'll take you down to heal your wounds." Bai Yan held Zhou Tong in his arms and held Zhou Tong's hand.

"Do you understand my three punches?"

Bai Yan nodded, Zhou Tong smiled, smiling with great joy, and then struggled to hold Bai Yan, who wanted to check his injuries, and said: "Don't do unnecessary things. These three punches have been held in my body for many days. Today,

, was able to be used, and I died a worthy death. My dear friend Bai Yan, the court can no longer count on you. No matter you are a human or an immortal, if possible, please take me, the people of the Song Dynasty, home, okay?"

Following the direction of Zhou Tong's finger, Bai Yan saw those Song people trembling under the Jin man's butcher knife.

"Okay." Bai Yan replied.

Zhou Tong smiled, closed his eyes, and lowered his arms.

Zhou Tong in his arms weighed less than seventy kilograms, but Bai Yan felt extremely heavy in his arms. Bai Yan held Zhou Tong's body and handed it to Lin Chong.

Lin Chong burst into tears, put Zhou Tong on the ground, and then kowtowed three times respectfully. Once he became a teacher, he became a father forever. Yan Qing also bowed with the help of Master Li.

Bai Yan walked up to Zhao Zicheng expressionlessly, took Zhao Zicheng's hand, and walked back to the formation. The Jin army officers were silent and no one stopped him.

"Do we still want to fight?" On the stage, Jin Wushu looked at Bai Yan with a cold face.

"Of course." In the audience, Bai Yan's eyes only had pure perseverance as he stared at Jin Wushu.

"Where are my warriors from Dajin?" Jin Wushu stood up suddenly and roared like a tiger roaring in the forest.

"Well, it depends on the king's order." Under the stage, all the Jin troops in Tongling responded in unison, with the sound of armor and swords clashing.

"Wanyan Zongbi, I want to fight a hundred of them, and I want to take the people of the Song Dynasty home." Bai Yan, with endless fighting spirit burning in his chest and belly at this moment, called Jin Tuwu by his real name.

"Haha, okay, as you wish. Everyone is safe, everyone is planning to defeat, come out." Jin Wushu laughed angrily, and with an order, a group of Jin warriors like wolves and tigers surrounded Bai Yan

live.

"Who among you is willing to bet on this battle?" Wanyan Zongbi looked coldly at the captured Song people in the audience, and everyone was silent.

Wanyan Zongbi looked at the quail-like Song people in the audience with disdain, and then looked at Bai Yan with a half-smile.

At this moment, the young man, Zhao Zichen, gritted his teeth and stood up, walked to the people of the Song Dynasty and said: "Everyone, if you back down now, where is the dignity of the Song Dynasty? I swear in the name of the blood of Taizu, I, Zhao Zichan, am willing to live with you all.

If we die together and are willing to gamble with our lives, come to my side."

This Zhao Zicheng was quite good, but after he had been inciting for a long time, only a few singing and dancing girls stood beside Zhao Zicheng, as well as a large number of Song officials and hostages, with their heads shrunk into their necks like quails.

Bai Yan thought to himself, hey, this Zhao Zicheng does not have enough Zhao capacity, and his appeal is limited.

Bai Yan's mind turned around and he secretly activated the tactical component of the Tianji system. An illusory three-dimensional image of a glaring King Kong appeared behind Bai Yan.

"Immortal, it is indeed an immortal who has descended to earth. I am willing to bet on it." Zhao Ji and Guo Jing crawled to stand next to Zhao Zicheng. Then, all the officials and hostages from the Song Dynasty who had been looted came over in a swarm.