villain

Chapter 93
Lei Gong led two hundred cavalrymen howling and rushed across the bridge over the guillotine ditch.

Not far away, the figures of Dong Yu and others were looming, and they seemed to be very panicked.After crossing a mountain ridge, it suddenly disappeared.Lei Gong didn't even think about it, he kept urging the yellow scarf behind him to speed up.

After turning over the mountain ridge, it seems that there is no way out.

There is a sparse forest directly in front of you, and you can vaguely see figures shaking, and there are very vague noises.

It sounded like they were arguing, presumably those people also found themselves in a dead end.

Lei Gong was overjoyed, and waved his big iron spear in the air, "The thief can't run away, chase, follow me quickly, kill the thief, and reward ten gold."

Ten gold was not a small amount at that time, and the yellow scarf fighters immediately became excited and rushed towards the sparse forest with Lei Gong.

One hundred steps... sixty steps...

The sound in the sparse forest suddenly disappeared, and even the swaying figure disappeared.

"Rush, rush in!"

Lei Gong didn't notice that there was anything wrong, and he still led the people forward.Fifty steps, thirty steps...

Seeing that he was about to enter the sparse forest, suddenly there was a loud noise like a thunderbolt coming from the forest.

A black light roared and flew towards Lei Gong.That Lei Gong had sharp eyes and quick hands, he raised his spear and pointed forward.Hearing the clear and crisp sound of the clang echoing in the air, the strong force contained in the black light was really numb.However, a two-footer fell to the snow.

"Lei Gong, take your life!"

Almost at the moment when the spear appeared, Yiqi rushed out of the forest first.

Roaring on the horse, it was like a thunderbolt exploding in Lei Gong's ear.The hands here are still numb, Lei Gong was startled by the roar.It was too late, but soon, a huge, round iron ball slammed towards Lei Gong.

There are countless diamond-shaped mirrors on the iron ball, which refract dazzling light under the sunlight.

Lei Gong's head was still a little dazed, and his hands were still a little numb. Seeing the sledgehammer flying towards him, he instinctively raised his spear again to pick it out.

This time, there was no such luck!
The iron spear was indeed picked on the sledgehammer, but it seemed to be picking a mountain.The sledgehammer was still attacking ferociously, and with a bang, pieces of the armor on Lei Gong's chest were smashed into the air, and the entire chest was dented into the body.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Lei Gong fell backwards.

At this time, the war horse also rushed over.The moment the two horses staggered their stirrups, a cold light flashed by, and Lei Gong's head was chopped off.The headless dead body fell to the ground, and a fountain of blood spewed out from the neck cavity, instantly staining the ground red.

Those two hundred yellow turban wrestlers are still confused!

Known for his bravery, Lei Gong, who was privately called a butcher by the Yellow Turban fighters, was actually beheaded by his horse in one round?
Moreover, there is only one person on the other side, but there are more than 200 people on your side. Isn't this guy afraid of death?
Only then did the yellow turban wrestlers see each other's appearance clearly.Jumping off the horse, Dang is nine feet tall, with a thick back and a bronzed face, a pair of slender eyes that are always half-closed, a lion's nose and wide mouth, and slightly withered yellow hair, like a lion's mane, which looks particularly eye-catching. .In one hand is a sledgehammer weighing more than 80 kilograms, and in the other is a horse-killing sword.

He rushed over like a monster, the Horse-Chopping Sword was like lightning, and the Urn Gold Hammer was like thunder.

Hammers and swords clashed, and a dozen yellow turban wrestlers who rushed to the front were beaten by swords and hammers in the blink of an eye, and fell off their horses.

Blood spattered on the black armor of the monster, showing a strange dark red color.

The horse under the crotch was like a dragon going out to sea, jumping and biting, kicking and bumping.The mounts of the yellow turban warriors are ordinary war horses. They seem to be very afraid of this horse and keep shrinking back.Several horses wanted to go up to compete, but the horse stepped on its leg with its hoof upturned. With a click, the horse neighed shrillly and knelt on the ground, and the yellow turban warrior on the horse also fell to the ground.

Before they could stand up, the surrounding horses knocked them over.

The horseshoes were circling, and several yellow scarf wrestlers howled in pain, their flesh and blood being trampled.

However, these yellow turban wrestlers are indeed well-trained.After experiencing the initial confusion, he immediately calmed down and launched a counterattack.It's just that the opponent is too fierce, no one can go a round in front of him.

The sledgehammer is like the post of Lord Hades to seduce the soul, as long as it touches it, it will die, and if it touches it, it will die.

The remaining half-dead were also trampled to death by random horses.In half a stick of incense, a quarter of the two hundred cavalry fell.

However, the yellow turban wrestler did not flinch, and continued to attack the opponent frantically.

No matter how powerful you are, you are still alone.There are more than 100 people here, is it possible that we can't beat you to death, and can't you be exhausted?
According to ordinary people's thinking, there is nothing wrong with this.

It's a pity that what they faced was a guy who was born with a unique personality.Dong Bi saw that these yellow turban fighters were not scattered, and their energy was indeed being consumed continuously.The killing intent in his heart suddenly exploded, and he suddenly shouted.The yellow turban wrestler who was relatively close to him could clearly hear a strange crackling sound from the monster.

With a flexible flip of the wrist, the mechanism on the sledgehammer was released.

Hua Leng made a sound, and the two-foot-long chain was exposed.Using strength with one arm, he held his breath in his dantian, and suddenly roared. The sledgehammer weighing more than 90 kilograms turned into a wheel with a whimper.The two-foot-long iron chain was covered with barbs and sharp blades, and the hammer head swept by, let alone being unable to resist.The sledgehammer went faster and faster, bringing up the snow on the ground and flying all over the sky.

Blood, snow, and the smashed flesh and blood mixed together and flew in the air.

At the same time, a loud shout came from behind the yellow turban Lishi: "Don't go, thief, your grandpa Dian is here!"

More than a dozen halberds flew out, taking the lives of seven or eight yellow scarf warriors.

A tiger-like man was sitting astride a tall Xiliang horse, followed by a dozen or so trolls who came from behind.

He was already terrified by being killed by Dong Bi, but Dian Wei appeared with this group of fresh troops, causing the yellow scarf warriors to panic.

It was also unclear how many troops the opponent had, so the yellow scarf fighters fled in all directions.

And Dong Bi let go of his hand suddenly, and the sledgehammer that was already round flew out whistling.Four or five backward yellow turban wrestlers were entangled by iron chains, and the sharp barbs on the chains cut through their armor. A series of screams sounded, and they were taken off their horses by the inertia of the hammer. The qi in is getting less and less, and the qi out is getting weaker and weaker.

The sledgehammer left his hand, Dong Bi held the Zhanma sword with both hands, and concealed the kill from behind.

This has created a very strange situation, the large number of people are routing, and the small number of people are chasing and killing.

Seeing that they were about to escape from the battlefield, more than a dozen people were chased by spears, and they were nailed to the ground with their horses.

This fight was so dark that the sun and the moon were dark.

Dong Bi sat proudly on his horse, with his sword on the saddle bridge, watching Dian Wei lead the trolls to clean up the battlefield.

A yellow scarf warrior attracted Dong Bi's attention!
That guy's face was like the bottom of a pot, and it was so dark that it made people feel frightened.With a closed door knife in his hand, he stood with the three trolls, and there was no distinction between them.Dong Bi narrowed his eyes, and thought: This is a good player, who is he?

I am very interested in the man with the steel needle-like iron beard on his face.

Dong Bi suddenly shouted: "Trolls, continue to hunt, this man is handed over to me!"

The sword and horse merged into one, and the sound sounded, Xianglong had already rushed towards the black-faced man.The troll warriors dispersed in a tacit understanding, and regardless of what happened to that guy, they turned their heads and continued to chase and kill the yellow scarf warrior who was fleeing.As fast as a dragon and a horse, the troll warrior had just dispersed, and before the man could recover, he rushed over.The Zhanma sword was transferred from under the ribs to his left hand strangely.

When the two horses met each other, Dong Bi yelled, "Mountain splitting style!"

The Horse-Chopping Sword fell down, as fast as lightning.Although the black-faced man was a little panicked, his reaction was extremely quick, and he raised his hand and raised his knife to block it.

clang!
A man borrows the power of a horse, and a horse borrows the prestige of a man.

This was an ordinary blow without fancy, which made the black-faced man's throat feel sweet, and the jaws of his hands burst.

"batter!"

The mountain splitting style is just the beginning, but the real lore is behind.

The heads of the horses staggered, Xianglong suddenly swung his head and hit the head of the opponent's horse.The horse neighed long and nearly knocked the black-faced man off the horse.As soon as the mount was stabilized, the mountain-splitting triple strike arrived.Swiping, swiping, slashing with three swords, the shock made the black-faced man no longer able to hold the weapon steadily.Unable to keep up in one breath, blood spurted out of his mouth.The moment the two horses pedaled wrongly, Dong Pi lightly stretched his ape arms, grabbed the belt around the man's waist, and shouted: "Get off!"

The black-faced man was dragged off the horse, and the war horse ran two or three steps after the owner left, and fell to the ground with a plop, foaming at the mouth.It turned out that in the moment of confrontation just now, Dong Pi's huge force had shaken the horses beyond their ability.

Reining in the horse, the horse-slaying sword rested on the black-faced man's shoulder.

The cold chill made the black-faced man finally wake up.He raised his head and stared at Dong Pi, and shouted sadly: "Ugly ghost, you will die!"

Why do ugly people always call others ugly ghosts?

Is it out of psychological inferiority?Sometimes Dong Bi can't figure it out.At least he never scolded ugly ghosts, at most he was jealous of those handsome little boys.Swearing is not good, and swearing is a sign of lack of quality.

The sword slashed fiercely on the face of the black-faced man, and the man spurted out a mouthful of blood, and there were still a few teeth.

Dong Bi sneered, "Man, what's your name? There are not many people who can stop me from killing me."

"You kill me, I will never surrender!"

Dong Bi looked up to the sky and laughed, "Man, you are too self-indulgent. When did I ask you to surrender? It's just that you are still brave, much stronger than that shit Leigong. So after killing you, I will give you Put up a tombstone."

"what?"

The black-faced man was really speechless at this moment, his face was burnt into a sour purple color.

It turned out that people didn't want him to surrender at all!If I knew this earlier, what kind of hero should I pretend to be!Might as well just slip away from the start.

However, even if you die, you can't lose your dignity, the dignity of a warrior.

The black-faced man wiped the blood from his mouth, and said without fear: "A certain business does not change its name, sits and does not change its surname. The surname is Zhou, and there is only one warehouse. Your Zhou Cang, Uncle Zhou, is me!"

Anyway, once you die, you might as well die more beautifully.

After the black-faced man turned into a speech, he saw Dong Bi suddenly squatted down and slapped him hard on the neck.

Severe pain hit, and my head became more and more confused.Before he passed out, Zhou Cang was still thinking: I was wronged, so I just died like this?

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Suddenly found that NO.30 is today...

Please ask for a monthly pass in the next worship, I wonder if it is possible?
For the bugs raised by everyone, I have carefully read them and recorded them.It's just because I have been busy saving manuscripts these two days and have no time to make detailed revisions, please forgive me.

(End of this chapter)