My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 581: Be the first to ascend to the madness
"Ha...what are you shouting about!?"

Le Jin landed on the vault and saw his subordinates being trampled to death by the opponent. The shock in his eyes was replaced by anger, "Such a big man, how can you bear the sky?!"

After finishing his words, Le Jin squatted in a half-crouched position, kicked his feet, and rushed over.

Over there, O'Lain, who was nearly a foot tall, waved one arm, pulling the iron chain with the long handle in his hand, and the wolf-toothed iron ball at the end of the flail roared into the air.

Under the iron face, Le Jin's eyes flashed coldly. He ducked to avoid the wolf-toothed iron ball that passed over his head. The moment he approached the opponent's huge body, he jumped up and stabbed the opponent's throat with the iron spear.

"Ah!"

O'Lain's muscles tensed up, and he moved his chin downwards. The sharp spearhead hit the junction between his chin and neck, and his huge body suddenly made a dull sound.

The whole person took two steps back, and then felt a sense of weakness and nausea.

This shot was heavy and heavy. O'Lain really didn't expect that such a short body of the other party could burst out with such terrifying power.

His dark, twisted face became even more ferocious. He retracted his heavy flail and shook his shoulders, his muscles trembling.

"Ahhh-"

The severe pain made O'Lain almost crazy.

The flail in the latter's hand brought up pieces of snowflakes and waved them away——

Two completely different voices suddenly rose up, a piece of leg armor flew with sparks, and a red mark suddenly appeared on the thigh as thick as a person's waist.

Alarm bells rang in O'Lain's heart. The moment he grabbed Le Jin's hand and threw him away, the cloak behind Le Jin suddenly lifted up, his left hand suddenly raised, and an armor-piercing awl made the sound of wind and thunder.

Another flail fell, and Le Jin's entire body was sent flying by shock waves. He bounced several times on the ground and rolled twice before stopping.

In mid-air, with a few clanging sounds, Le Jin danced and fired his gun, knocking the thrown ax away. The moment it fell, he stepped on the shoulder of an advance soldier who was galloping, and took advantage of the collision of the opponent's horse. Using his strength, Le Jin rushed out again. O'Lain roared angrily and also danced the hammer ball towards him.

At this time, Le Jin suddenly discovered that the wounds he had caused on the other party gradually healed and stopped bleeding amid the other party's rage.

The next second, O'Lain's ferocious and angry expression froze for a moment, and the charging figure instantly pressed against his chest. The blade fell, and blood spattered.

The entire ground shook wildly, and the first soldiers who entered the crowd dismounted their horses and fell down one after another as they were affected by the spreading air waves.

The latter suddenly raised his face and showed a successful smile.

He landed directly on the ground. Without waiting for the opponent's flail to be retracted, he quickly approached him. He suddenly pulled out the Huanshou sword at his waist, and a clanging sound of the sword was heard. A ray of cold light cut through the snowflakes in front of him and directed towards the opponent's thigh. Cut it off with one knife.

"Wen Qian, don't panic, Pang De is coming!"

The huge body reached two feet and stood in the howling wind and snow. O'Lain's voice said word by word: "Orientals, now you have seen my power, this is given to me by Holy Lothar! "

The sound of the soles of the feet hitting the ground resounded on the ground, the soil exploded and flew, and Le Jin's figure rushed towards the opponent like an arrow off the string.

Le Jin didn't blink. He couldn't understand even a word of what the other person said, but he followed the other person's words and said, "Didn't anyone tell you that you shouldn't talk too much nonsense when trying to defeat an enemy?"

O'Lain's eyes widened and he roared angrily: "Get out!!"

When he struggled hard, his mouth and nose were covered with blood. He raised his face, and the Western barbarian across the field of vision struggled to pull out the armor-piercing awl on his shoulder, dragging the flesh and blood.

The fierce and boiling battle lasted for a moment between two people, one huge and one thin. Le Jin slashed out a knife and hit the opponent's shoulder. Suddenly, a shout came and he was knocked away again.

Immediately, he turned over and half-knelt, lowered his gaze. The armor leaves on his chest were all broken and fell off, and his helmet fell to no where. He was hunched over, clutching his aching chest, and his loose hair covered half of his face. , blood spread from the corner of his mouth to his chin, and dripped to the ground.

"I'm going to smash you!"

"I'm going to eat you! Eat you!"

"Ah!" O'Lain retreated in pain, with a look of shock and anger on his face. When the second knife came, he directly raised his foot and kicked the opponent's blade, and swung the flail in his hand, shooting down from top to bottom. Zhu Lejin's head was smashed down angrily.

O'Lain was furious like a giant. The flail he smashed down rose up again. With a bang, he hit Le Jin again. Le Jin retreated to avoid it. The flail continued to bombard, dragging it up, swinging, and smashing it down.

At this moment, Le Jin's eyes flashed coldly behind the iron mask on his face, and he jumped out quickly. The flail's iron ball hit the ground where he had just stood, which was as frozen as rock. , directly opened a deep pit.

"What a fucking monster... almost as good as Dian Wei."

The opponent's physique is extremely oppressive, like a copper wall and an iron wall pushing over him. It is not impossible to kill the opponent, but in that case... Le Jin himself may not be able to get out of these thousands of people. The enemy is in position.

"Damn..."

The air wave surged, and Le Jin, who threw himself forward, raised his knife and touched it. The air wave pushed him over, but he was still shaken and staggered back a few steps.

Le Jin was thrown directly by the opponent. The huge force could not be offset at all, and he fell to the ground abruptly, scratching a distance of more than ten feet.

"Harder!"

Le Jin gritted his teeth, bent down to pick up the Huanshou knife from the ground, and held it in his hand again. After muttering a curse, he also took steps towards the opponent again.

Bah!
puff--

"Go first, never be afraid of death!"

The other hand grabbed Le Jin's shoulder.

Le Jin stood up slowly, covering his chest with one hand, holding the handle of the knife tightly with the other, staring at the huge figure opposite, dragging the flail.

Le Jin stepped forward and approached again. As the iron spear whizzed out, O'Lain suddenly stretched out his hand and instantly grasped the spear head with his thick palm. With a bulge of muscles in his thick arm, he led the man with the spear. Le Jin raised it.

"what?!"

Then, he threw Le Jin away, and the surrounding soldiers rushed over to support their general. There were also barbarians under O'Lain's command who came with weapons and threw a few short axes.

puff!
The huge body shook, and the moment he was thrown away, the slender armor-piercing awl penetrated his shoulder.

The spear head made contact with the iron ball, making a crisp sound and sparks exploding in the wind and snow. The spear flew out of Le Jin's hand.

At the moment when the iron ball full of spikes flew towards Le Jin, a black war horse rushed through the wind and snow, smashing away the barbarian soldiers blocking the road one after another. The man jumped up from the horse, The long knife in his hand was slashed out with a buzzing sound.

bah—

The blade struck the iron ball. Pound used the force of the fall and the strength after his advancement to directly chop down the iron ball flying towards Le Jin.

"Western barbarians, try my sword!"

As soon as Pang De fell, the blade deflected, dragged behind him, running at an astonishing speed, and struck out with another knife at O'Lain, who had just withdrawn his flail.

O'Lain probably knew from the strength of the opponent's previous slash that he couldn't take the opponent's sword forcefully, so he tightened the iron chain in front of him to defend himself. However, he saw the cutting edge of the blade stop the moment it touched the iron chain, and then deflected. At an angle, Pound held the handle of the knife in both hands and made a slash.

A half-arm holding an iron chain was thrown into the wind and snow in the night.

Olaine covered his half-broken left arm and retreated repeatedly with disbelief in his eyes, while Pang De on the other side was also retreating. He waved his sword to force away the approaching barbarians, retreated to Le Jin's side, and pulled him up.

"Wen Qian, can you still leave?"

"Yes..." Le Jin responded in a low voice in the iron mask, and then Pang pulled him in front of his horse and put him on the horse.

However, at the moment Le Jin mounted his horse, the wind and snow in front of him rolled up, and then pushed away from all directions, and a chariot rushed over.

Speeding straight for a section of the road, the mixed snowflakes formed a vortex and swept in with the chariot.

O'Lain stood on it, with blood dripping from his broken left arm, while holding the reins in his other hand, he knocked away the advanced soldiers, flying Qiang cavalry, and the barbarians under his command who were fighting on the roadside in front.

In the terrifying impact, one after another figures were overturned and knocked away. Pound put Le Jin on his horse, pulled out the long knife inserted in the ground, turned around, and slashed at the charging chariot and the pulling horse. Down!

O'Lain also let go of the reins at the same time. With his only hand, he grabbed the long handle of the flail and swung it away, deflecting the long knife. However, Pound's knife was unusual for ordinary generals. Even if he was hit, However, still with unparalleled power, it crashed onto the chariot.

The huge car body suddenly made a loud noise, and the moment it was about to rush in front of Pang De, the war horse fell and rolled, and the car body quickly fell apart, disintegrating into countless wreckage.

O'Lain above, Pound on the opposite side, and Le Jin on horseback were all wrapped up. In the death cry of the war horse, there was a rumbling sound, and the shattered frame and the body of the war horse carried a terrifying impact. Pushing all three people away, leaving a mess of nearly 100 meters.

The disintegrated carriage was scattered all over the floor. The carriage's boards, axles, and wheels were pushed for a distance of only more than thirty feet. The remains of various chariots were everywhere. The dead galloping horses were twisted and deformed, and their internal organs were dragged all over the floor.

Soldiers from both sides rushed over. In the chaos, Pang De held his knife and struggled to get up. Opposite him, the wooden frame moved and then jumped away.

O'Lain, who had only one arm, slowly stood up. There was blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were hideous and terrifying.

"Hmph...hehe...hahaha!!"

He looked at the embarrassment of the Dongfang general opposite, while the other one was lying in the ruins of the chariot, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and suddenly burst into laughter.

He casually picked up the scattered wooden pillars of the chariot and smashed away an early soldier who was charging towards him on horseback. Then he kicked away the debris in front of his feet and walked towards the opponent step by step again.

As he walked around, O'Lain looked obsessed with this state of mind.

"Look, I am no longer the bloated, fat loser I was before. You are just like ants in front of me."

He lifted the broken arm, and the fracture was visible to the naked eye, as if insects were squirming, and granulation was sprouting from the originally flat wound.

"Come again!"

Through the wind and snow, Pang De saw this scene in his eyes. He stood up again with the blade of the sword, then drew the sword and stepped forward to meet him.

The two sides fought again. The blade of the blade scraped against O'Lain's armor, sparking a long chain of sparks. The swinging wooden pillar also hit Pound's shoulder. In the terrifying shock, the shoulder armor broke away from his shoulder.

Pang De twisted his feet and used his body to bear the blow. He suddenly raised his hand and put a knife on the opponent's chest: "Kill you!"

As he rushed forward, he pressed O'Lain's huge body back. The opponent raised his foot and kicked on Bond's chest. The blade pierced the iron armor, picking out a piece of flesh and blood, and Bond's body flew upside down. He went out and bumped into a barbarian. The latter directly suffered the huge force, and his strong body instantly squeezed out blood and poured it on Pang De's back.

"Tricky..." Pound gasped for air, still stubbornly wanting to continue fighting. After taking a breath, his voice suddenly rose and he roared: "Barbarians!"

Dragging the long knife, he rushed forward again.

Not far away, in the mess, the figure buried under the frame touched the cold frozen soil, and pain spread throughout his body.

"Your Majesty... Mr. Cao... Jin... can't hold it any longer..."

"Wen Qian, get up!"

The figure with her eyes tightly closed suddenly heard Cao Cao's shout.

There was also Li Dian's voice lingering.

"Wen Qian! If there's a battle, be the first to attack. Dian will guard the way back!"

The sound disappeared, and then there was another roar of 'barbarian'. His eyes that were originally closed suddenly opened, as if something was condensed under his eyes.

"Ling Ming!"

Over there, gold and iron clashed, and Pang De maintained his blocking posture. The moment he was knocked away, the figure under the rubble slowly stood up, and the wreckage covering his body fell to the ground one by one as he stood up.

"Wen Qian?!" Pang De could hardly stand. Looking away, in the wind and snow over there, Le Jin lowered his head and glanced at the cloth soaked in blood on his hand. The blood seeped out and dyed half of it red. arms.

"Injured again."

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, moved his right hand, bent down to pick up the ring-head knife on the ground, held it tightly, and then turned to look at Pang De, grinning.

"I...don't die easily!"

Then, his eyes fell on O'Lain over there, "Right, barbarian!"

next moment.

The debris and chariot wreckage under his feet were pushed away with a bang, and the whole person turned into an afterimage and passed through the flying snow.

Secret Technique: Be the first to ascend!
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In Satila City, the scout delivering the battle report galloped through the snowy night and headed straight to the palace. After passing the palace gate, the scout had no time to wait for the horse to stop, so he jumped off the horse and ran to the castle gate in front of the courtyard.

"Report!"

The scout walked into the royal palace covered in snowflakes, with warm breath on his body. He knelt in the middle, while the surrounding Chinese generals stopped talking and looked over.

Xiahou Dun asked impatiently: "Can General Le and General Pang wipe out the enemy?"

The scout did not dare to hesitate and spoke to Su Chen who was sitting on the throne above: "Your Majesty, the troops and horses under General Le are in a stalemate with the barbarians. When he returned from humble duty, General Pang led the flying Qiang cavalry and was rushing to help. "

"Stalemate?"

Su Chen frowned. He had the impression that it would be impossible for these Western soldiers to fight with the Qingzhou Army under his command in such a situation.

Just as he continued to ask questions, among the battle groups far outside the city, a figure rushing out of the ruins had already joined O'Lain.

The wind and snow blew away, and the slashed blade slashed away the wooden pillar, leaving a red mark on the huge body. Le Jin disappeared from the place in an instant, and then appeared again, already behind O'Lain, slashing with a single blow. Opening the flesh, O'Lain turned around and swept his arms across, and Le Jin disappeared again.

In Pang De's field of vision, Le Jin's speed was getting faster and faster, and the speed of the sword was almost so fast that only the light of the sword could be seen.

O'Lain was powerful and heavy, and his speed was not slow, but he could no longer keep up with Le Jin's speed. He punched hard, taking a step slower each time. As Le Jin's figure got faster and faster, in the blink of an eye, It turned into four figures, dragging a series of afterimages and sprinting back and forth in front, back, left, and right of O'Lain.

puff-

The sound of flesh and blood being torn apart resounded intensively on the huge body.

Pieces of skin and flesh kept falling off.

O'Lain, who was still able to fight back, gradually slowed down until he was surrounded by the afterimage dragged out by Le Jin. The moment he stood motionless, a blue-white sword light like lightning flashed in Pang De's eyes, and Le Jin suddenly suddenly Standing in front of him, he shook the sword in his hand and inserted it into the scabbard.

The huge body standing behind Le Jin was now only a bloody skeleton.

The head clicked, and with a horrified expression, it broke from the neck bone and rolled down——

(End of this chapter)