Call of the Deer

Chapter 189 Lu Bu's Shame, Da Lang's Blessing
The sun is setting at dusk, the purple clouds are setting in the west, purple belts are hanging high in the western sky, the cold wind is still howling, the sky is still full of frost, and the blood is exploding here, exploding...

And under the huge city of Linyuan, one after another stumped limbs and short arms were riding horizontally, wailing...

Streaks of bright red blood blended this thick land, dyed it a new bright color, and the countless broken armor and broken weapons were crying silently...

The Northern Underworld Army wearing black armor fell in a mess outside Linyuan City, either with unwillingness, determination, regret, or endless reverie...

"You son of a bitch, give your grandpa Yuanba a hammer again, drink!"

Li Yuanba was very excited. Every time he hammered, sand and rocks flew away, and countless shattered battle armors were scattered in all directions. Under his giant hammer, they looked extremely weak and shattered at the touch.

This is simply a one-sided massacre. It has been more than four hours since the Northern Underworld Army left the city. In these four hours, there are no more than ten thousand Northern Underworld Army.

Up to now, there are only less than [-] heavily armored Mo Dao soldiers left to fight against the coalition forces. They seem to be drowning weaklings, struggling for the last time...

But at this moment, the coalition forces have invested nearly 3 troops, and are besieging the more than [-] Northern Dark Army. At this point, they have surrounded the Northern Dark Army inside and out, and plan to wipe out these stinky soldiers. The tough Northern Underworld Army, showing their prestige...

Whether it is the Northern Underworld Army or the Southern Allied Forces, the two sides have already waged real fire, especially the Northern Underworld Army. At this moment, they regard death as home, and start hand-to-hand combat with the enemy with the style of burning jade and stone. Every knife will only hurt the enemy and not defend.

The enemy slashes you once, and you repay him twice. This is the truest portrayal of the Beiming Army at this moment.

Guo Chongtao's nearly ten thousand army lost nearly half of it at this moment, and hundreds of them died and were injured by Wu Song. At this moment, Wu Song forgot the pain, like a killing machine, crazily slaughtering these damned people who betrayed the Lord and begged for glory .

Step by step, he approached Guo Chongtao, who was commanding the battle, like the footsteps of death, stepping on Guo Chongtao's heart step by step, very tormented and depressed.

"This Wu Song is just such a lunatic, go on, go on, he is already at the end of his strength, he can't hold on for much longer, go on..."

At this moment, Guo Chongtao was also in a panic. He didn't expect that this Wu Song would be so crazy that he would cut off his left arm alive without any conspicuousness. He was simply inhuman.

Unfortunately, during this period of time, he said this sentence countless times, and countless people tried it for him, but the result was that they went to hell, and Wu Song was still the Asura God of War who could never fall.

The sword solidified by the blood donation has completely merged with Wu Song. The two are indistinguishable from each other.

One knife, one arm, one blood, one soul, one person, arbitrarily judge ten thousand people, no one dares to go beyond, no one dares to look directly into the ear, this is Wu Song, the strong man who broke his wrist!
"Hmph, Old Thief Guo, a dog thief who sells his master for glory, what other tricks do you have, just use it..."

Wu Song glanced at Guo Chongtao standing behind the rebels with extremely cold and contemptuous eyes, his eyes were full of contempt and disdain.

Of course, the killing intent was the most, whether it was the revenge of his broken arm or the death of tens of thousands of heroic souls, they were all contained in his eyes that exuded endless killing intent.

It makes people feel the icy chill all over their body unconsciously, like ice coming, colder than this winter's chill, like falling into an ice cellar...

On the other side, with the continuous encirclement of the coalition forces, the Beiming army, which suffered heavy losses, began to gather together and formed a fish-scale formation to resist the invasion of the coalition forces.

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"Four Elephant Spear Formation, the Four Saints must kill, and the spears will split mountains and rivers!"

"The white tiger roars the halberd, the tiger suppresses the common people!"

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Stab!" "Pfft!"

After one blow, the Four Elephant Spear Formation disintegrated in an instant, and the four generals of the Yang family suffered varying degrees of injuries, especially Yang Yanping's left arm was broken at the root, cut off by the painted halberd, and blood flowed continuously.

At this moment, Yang Yanping's face was as pale as snow, and his face was twitching, but he still drew his spear, staring coldly at Lu Bu, who was also capsized in the gutter, standing upright under the sky...

On the other side, Yang Yanzhao finally couldn't suppress his internal injuries at this moment, and was sluggish, holding a gentian silver gun, and glaring fiercely at Lu Bu on the opposite side; Lu Bu firmly protected Yang Yanzhao.

As for the seventh son, Yang Yansi, his eyes were full of anger. His battle armor was broken in half from the middle at this moment, but he himself was unscathed. Blood was bleeding from the tip of the tiger's head chiseled gold gun, and under the shining of the setting sun, it exuded a red afterglow. …

As for Lu Bu, his eyes were bloodshot and his face was extremely gloomy. His left leg, in particular, was trembling uncontrollably. When he looked carefully, there was blood oozing from his feet. It turned out that his left leg had been pierced with a transparent hole. Donate blood The corners of Lu Bu's mouth twitched in pain...

"Okay, very good, very good, I haven't tasted the taste of injury for a long time, you, very good, very good, in order to repay your 'gift', I-will-live-cut-you!"

Lu Bu's face was gloomy to the extreme, his whole body suddenly withdrew, Fang Tian's painted halberd inserted obliquely into the soil behind him, and stared at Yang Yansi very calmly, as if a volcano was about to erupt, which made people unconsciously produce a strong deep uneasiness...

"Fifth brother, sixth brother, seventh brother, go quickly, let me go..."

At this moment, Yang Yanping picked up Qu Luhun's golden gun and rushed towards Lu Bu with all his strength, while shouting angrily, his face was full of panic and helplessness...

"Seventh brother, let's go!"

As the most stable of the brothers, Yang Yande naturally knew what to choose at this moment. He immediately carried Yang Yanzhao on his back, shouted angrily, raised the gentian silver gun, and charged at the weakest point in the coalition army...

At this moment, Yang Yansi's eyes were red, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and humiliation. He knew better than Yang Yanping that the strength of the furious Lu Bu was infinitely close to the peak of human beings.

With such strength, even in his heyday, he was no match for him, let alone at this moment, he is already in the decline of the Western Mountains, but watching his elder brother Yang Yanping die for them, the pain is simply not ordinary. tolerable...

"Yansi, let's go!"

With blood and tears in Yang Yande's eyes, the gentian silver gun in his hand was firing with anger. Each blow would harvest the lives of several people, cut a bloody path, and rushed to the periphery, while shouting angrily at Yang Yansi who was still hesitating.

"Brother, let's go, Yansi will avenge you, ah..."

Yang Yansi shouted angrily, and then chased after Yang Yande. At this time, the eighth and ninth sisters also killed Yang Yande and joined him.

"Ah, those who stand in my way die, die to me..."

Yang Yansi was extremely angry at the moment, his eyes were bloodshot, and the golden spear with the tiger's head in his hand pierced out like a gust of wind and rain, like phantoms and winds, sultry, beheading all the coalition forces in front of him, and rushed to the place where he was about to rush out. The besieged Yang Yande and his party.

"Withered bones in the tomb, dare to stop me, die!"

With a bang, Yang Yanping was stabbed in the chest by Lu Bu, and he vomited blood and died. His death was extremely tragic.
"Hmph, can I go? It's just a dream..."

After killing Yang Yanping, Lu Bu glanced at Yang Yande and the others who were about to break out with extremely cold eyes, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and at the same time he touched the spiked arrow at his waist...

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(End of this chapter)