dandy city lord

Chapter 126 Cut again!

The soldiers on both sides looked at Yang Hu who was standing alone in the field.

The burly figure in the tiger's howling armor continued to magnify in their hearts, like a killing god descending from the sky on black clouds!
Murong Zhongyuan, who was as powerful as Zhan Xiongwei, was killed with a single knife. Is this Lincheng City Lord Yang Hu?

Murong Jun fell silent like death.

There was no cheers from the soldiers in Lincheng, but three low growls like thunder!
"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

Murong Yuntian listened to the deep and thunderous roar, and knew that his aura against the soldiers facing the city was rising, even if he faced a group of rubbish, it was extremely unfavorable to Murong disciples.

As an outstanding general of the Murong family, Murong Yuntian is well aware of how unpredictable the variables on the battlefield are. Sometimes, just a small change is enough to affect the entire battle situation.

Slashing the enemy with a sword in the first battle, could it be that the trash is trying to reverse the disadvantage...

Murong Yuntian took a deep breath, suppressed the ignorance in his heart, and scolded sharply: "That trash Murong Zhongyuan? Can't even beat a dude?"

His voice spread far and wide.

At the same time, he also used his majesty to suppress the wavering that just appeared in Murong's heart.

As Murong Yuntian's personal entourage, confidant, counselor Wei Zheng knew what he should do at this moment.

Stopping the feather fan in his hand, he looked at Murong Zhonglei next to him,

Murong Zhonglei nodded to Wei Zhengwei and strode out of the line, knelt down on one knee to Murong Yuntian and said in a loud voice: "The last general invites you to fight, a blood shame."

Murong Yuntian looked at him coldly: "If you win, you must die."

"Design!" Murong Zhonglei got up solemnly, raised his white wax stick and strode towards the field.

……

The mountain wind became more and more fierce.

The raindrops in the sky also became bigger.

The raindrops hit Yang Hu's Tiger Roaring Armor, splashing crystal fragments.

Murong Zhongyuan's body gave off a pungent smell of blood, and the blood on Yang Hubai's knife also gathered along the shiny blade to the tip of the knife, dripping into the weeds.

Watching another Murong disciple come out.

Yang Hu raised his eyebrows and flicked away the raindrops on his brows.

Name: Murong Zhonglei

Age: 34
Occupation: soldier

Rank: Zhan Xiongwei
Combat power: 190 nine
General skills: hold the sky with one stick

Loyalty: Big Red

Faction: Hostile

Murong Zhonglei's fighting strength was thirteen points more than Murong Zhongyuan's, and his weapon was a brow-level cudgel that was rarely seen among soldiers and generals.

The corner of Yang Hu's mouth curled into a sinister smile.

Murong Zhonglei approached Yang Hu and yelled at him, "Murong Zhonglei."

This is called a name.

"Yang Hu." Yang Hu blatantly said, his feet swept forward in small steps, the dense steps were more dense than the raindrops falling from the sky, the third step made Murong Zhonglei opposite him change his face.

The dense ups and downs from Yang Hu's feet were like a light drum beating in a hurry. The sound of the drum covered up the torrential rain in the sky, hit Murong Zhonglei's ears directly, and passed to his chest to oppress his heart. With the sound of footsteps, Murong Zhonglei could only feel the qi and blood in his whole body throbbing uncontrollably.

Facing Murong Zhongyuan's formidable enemy who was slashed with a single blow, Murong Zhonglei had carefully adjusted his whole body's state within a hundred steps of entering the field based on his years of experience in confrontation.

But now it was completely disrupted by Yang Hu's intensive footsteps.

"What kind of martial art is this?" Murong Zhonglei was terrified in his heart, and sent forward the eyebrow-level stick in his hand, a hazy shadow of the stick broke out of his hand, brought the air around him and slammed into Yang Hu from the air, his figure also Following Yang Hu's approach, he stepped back quickly and walked around Yang Hu to be on guard.

Avoid its edge!

Facing the rushing stick shadow, the arrogant and domineering Yang Hu showed disdain, and swept the shield in his hand. The hazy stick shadow that Murong Zhonglei hit, disappeared invisible like a popping sound from broken raindrops.

As soon as the two of them crossed each other in the field, Murong Zhonglei showed his weakness.

This made Murong Yuntian outside the court feel ominous.

Murong Zhongyuan, who has followed him for more than ten years, fought in various cities, and with the brave power of his weeping blood knife, he often won a complete victory against the enemy in the field.

He is a fierce general under his command.

But he was beheaded by Yang Hu.

Murong Zhonglei held an eyebrow-level stick in his hand like a fierce tiger. Among the younger generation of Murong's family, he was also one of the best.

Fighting against Yang Hu, but just meeting each other and wandering around... The big thing is not good!

Ominousness spread in Murong Yuntian's heart.

Wei Zheng in white beside him didn't feel ominous anymore in his heart, but was shocked by the ferocity emanating from Yang Hu's body, feeling like a disaster was leading the way.

As his thoughts turned, Wei Zheng only felt that the thousands of Murong disciples around him were like a herd of sheep.

In this way, he was exposed in front of Yang Hu who turned into a fierce tiger.

He himself is in it!

"That dude...does he want to use his own strength to block Murong Yuntian's attack?"

A thought that made Wei Zheng's whole body cold suddenly flooded into his mind.

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Lincheng Army Formation
Liu Dabaozi, who was wearing the battle armor of the barbarian bull, swept away his usual humiliation, and his thin body was also agitated by the rapid flow of blood all over his body, making him look like a giant statue standing in front of the formation.

Seeing Yang Hu's bravery in the match, Liu Dazi's eyes were staring at the two corpses in the grass all the time.

When he silently said the word "momentum!", his thoughts became clear.

Imposing manner, the city lord is asking the soldiers to appreciate this.

With one's own strength, the power of a fierce soldier!
Those who kill the enemy are brave and brave.

The city lord is creating opportunities for these scum.

Two frightening rays of light shot out from the eyes of Master Liu, and he said in a deep voice: "All soldiers, practice the power of dragon and elephant on the spot. Don't you understand that this is the city lord reminding you?"

Liu Dabazi's deep voice is like the ringing of a bell!

Echoing in the ears of the soldiers, awakening the goose.

Kong Wu and other soldiers were looking at the heroic appearance of the city lord on the field with excitement, and they were happy to see him. Suddenly they received an order from General Liu, and they all suddenly came to their senses.

Yang Hu taught the soldiers of Lincheng the power of the dragon and elephant, and nearly a thousand people benefited. At this moment, when the soldiers were mentioned by Liu Dazhao, they immediately gathered their minds without any worries, and quickly entered the practice in silence.

The power of the dragon and elephant in their bodies was circulating rapidly, but the image of Yang Hu lunging forward and slashing obliquely with his sword kept flashing in their minds.

Decisive, brave, and murderous!

Yang Hu's figure constantly impacted the blood of the soldiers. The power of the dragon and elephant is the exclusive martial art of the city lord, although it may not be able to be exerted to the strongest extreme on the soldiers.

However, it has an irreplaceable excellence in improving their qi, blood and force, not to mention, under Yang Hu's city system, he has inextricably linked with every soldier.

When Yang Hu first came into contact with the city system, he once thought that he was creating a force similar to faith.

The idea of ​​a new power of his own.

If the city system brought Yang Hu a brand-new control method, then there is no doubt that loyalty is the weapon that is most likely to become a threshold and can eliminate and limit the advancement of his soldiers.

Loyalty intensified, qi and blood surged, and the power of the dragon elephant soared crazily in the soldiers.

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Feel the change in the breath of soldiers!

In the arena, Yang Hu faced Murong Zhonglei and wandered around in a panic, his face was ferocious, and his steps changed into strides forward. Murong Zhonglei's eyes flashed panic, and the eyebrow-level stick pierced into the ground and violently lifted.

A piece of earth and rock four to five meters in size rolled and smashed towards Yang Hu.

He shouldn't... He should have fought to the death.

Or simply withdraw from the battlefield, maybe there is still a chance to survive.

The huge piece of earth and rock blocked Yang Hu's sight, and it also blocked his sight.

A thunderous roar suddenly rang in Murong Zhonglei's ear.

The shock froze his backed figure in panic.

Yang Hu, who jumped up, smashed the earth and rocks with his shield, flying all over the sky, and slashed at the retreating Murong Zhonglei with his knife.

The blade glows like a rainbow!
Unstoppable.

The fear in Murong Zhonglei's heart intensified, he raised his eyebrow-level stick in a panic and swung towards Yang Hu's Baizhan Dao.

Click, click!
With two crisp sounds, Yang Hu's figure on the ground moved like a tiger, leaping forward two meters lightly, and slowly raised his sword.

Murong Zhonglei stood stiffly behind him, the knife marks on his body exploded into a cloud of blood and fell down with a bang.

Murong Zhonglei, dead!

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