dandy city lord

Chapter 168 Kill God!
When the black-bone chicken soldiers heard the rewards offered by Tang and Song Dynasties, greed burst out in their hearts.

The originally neat army formation was suddenly crushed by greed, dozens of people rushed out of the army formation and rushed towards Yang Hu and Zhao Qingtian.

With a ferocious expression on his face, Yang Hu moved forward steadily, holding the giant shield and saber in his hand.

The two black-bone chicken soldiers who rushed the fastest, with the same ferocity on their faces, swung their sabers and brought up two Bai Lian to slash at Yang Hu.

It was the thick and rough shield in Yang Hu's hand that welcomed them to slash, and it came out lightly within the distance of his outstretched arms. The majestic power of the two sabers seemed to be slashed against an iron wall.

The moment of clanking and explosion.

With the shield gently sent, Yang Hu's face was exposed.

The slightly tilted giant shield in his hand shot up.

Hit with a bang.

The two soldiers did not expect that the master with a head worth thousands of gold would have such power. The moment the sword and shield collided, a huge force poured into the two of them along with the sword in their hands.

Like a huge wave that overwhelms the river, it rages in the body.

The bodies of the two were instantly destroyed by the force of the brutal impact, the saber was released, and there was a burning pain in the internal organs, and the blood spurted involuntarily on their backs followed their bodies being knocked into the air, drawing two dazzling bloodstains in the air.

Melt into the pouring rain.

Yang Hu with a ferocious face strode forward, catching up to the two knocked-off bodies across a distance of five meters like lightning, with the Baizhan knife in his hand as light as a chef chopping meat on a chopping board.

Two seemingly slow but lightning-fast pauses.

The half-empty bodies of two black-bone chicken soldiers were cut into four and fell into the muddy water.

Then the pawns who rushed close to Yang Hu showed panic in their eyes and faces.

They are soldiers, and what they practice all day long is swords and guns.

They are well aware that to quickly decapitate a person, or cut them into two pieces, is far beyond the power they can use.

The soldiers who rushed forward were frightened and wanted to stop.

But it seems a bit late.

The companions behind them surrounded their bodies and continued to rush forward... In the eyes of the heavily armored sergeant, he could see Yang Hu's figure in the standard training posture when he was practicing in the school field.

Yang Hu took a step forward, raised the saber in his hand and slashed out with a slash. The hundred-cutting knife made a shrill sound of piercing the air and instantly cut through the chest armor of the black-bone soldier. With another step under his feet, the shield slammed forward It landed fiercely on the curled up body of the black-bone chicken soldier, and with a flip of his wrist, the bright sword glow turned around from under the shield, and slashed out horizontally.

Cut that pawn in two.

Stepping forward, rushing forward, shielding, slashing.

The standard basic shield, swing and slash practice basics, Yang Hu's figure flashed in front of the black-bone chicken soldiers, that lightness, that elegance, that was a comfort, and there was no embarrassment of being besieged by dozens of people.

It's like entering a no-man's land.

More than [-] black-bone chicken soldiers slashed at Yang Hu's continuous steps, blood staining the spot.

Yang Hu, bloodthirsty!

The rest of the Wuji soldiers were all shocked.

They were just ordinary defenders of the Tang family city, and the strongest ones were no more than guards. Facing the god-killing Yang Hu in the violent storm, the blood and fear everywhere destroyed their will.

Shouts of terror echoed through the crowd.

"Back off, don't squeeze. Don't squeeze!"

"Retreat, retreat, and array."

"Get out of the way... let..."

"Is that a person?"

"The devil. He's the devil."

The black-bone soldiers' strokes and panic spread, and the greed that was worth a thousand dollars in their hearts was shattered by Yang Hu's blood.

Frightened, he turned and ran back.

Yang Hu's burly figure was strolling in the courtyard in the pouring rain, and the fleeing black-bone chicken soldiers were not very fast in the crowd, so it was impossible to escape his pursuit.

One step, one knife, one cut, one life.

Yang Hu's eyes became crystal clear and red under the stimulation of Qi and blood.

Like a blood-stained blade, demanding the lives of black-bone chicken soldiers.

He walked into the enemy camp alone.

The figures of Tang and Song riding on their mounts are trembling, like a peasant woman sifting out rice grains in front of the courtyard.

He sits high and sees far.

That enemy general started from swinging a knife, he was the most basic way of swinging a knife, but the strength of his swing, let alone an ordinary soldier, is probably a wild wolf guard at the city guard level in the city... or even It is also difficult for Zhan Xiongwei to be so decisive.

Cut in two.

Tang and Song are well aware of the power they possess.

With his strength of the fourth level of the Wild Wolf Guard, let alone cutting the soldiers wearing soft armor into two pieces, even with all his strength, he can only kill them. As for one knife and two pieces, he is still far behind!
The generals of the enemy army are already more than [-] people.

Facing the killing god who is striding towards him, can he not be afraid?

"Go up, go up and block him, block him."

Tang Song had long forgotten the roundabout tactics in his mind, and also forgot what he was supposed to do as an officer. Seeing the blood in Yang Hu's eyes, he roared in horror and commanded his soldiers to rush forward to block Yang Hu.

But he turned his horse's head and retreated to the back of the formation.

The rest of the black-bone chicken soldiers are now both terrified and excited.

Seeing the enemy general rushing into their camp alone, the fear that had just arisen in their hearts was also replaced by that thousand-gold general.

As for the tragic scene of their companions being slaughtered, it became their motivation instead.

Because a person's strength is limited, the enemy will be considered strong, but under the siege of so many people, he can't last long.

At that time, the head worth a thousand gold will be his own.

Ant-like black-bone chicken soldiers rushed towards Yang Hu.

……

Dead bodies all over the field.

The field was full of severed corpses.

The pungent blood melted into the rain and dispersed with the gust of wind blowing through the rain curtain.

Yang Hu threw away the rolled Baizhan Dao in his hand, looked at the fleeing black-bone chicken soldiers in the distance, and waved his hand.

The heavily armored sergeants scattered behind him rushed out, reaping the final victory.

Qing Kui, Kong Wu, Bald Head, Luo Liang... the captain of a group of heavily armored soldiers, even though he was chasing the scattered enemies, the shocking figure of the city lord still flashed in front of his eyes.

They haven't seen it.

Never seen it before!
Never thought of that either.

A person can be so fearless and powerful in the face of hundreds of enemies, and with the strength of one person, he can defeat an army of hundreds of people.

They saw it today, and saw a city lord bearing the name of a dandy and a waste, forcibly using a rough giant shield and a hundred-cutting knife to defeat an army of hundreds of people.

For a simple slash, Yang Hu has never used a gorgeous fighting technique from the beginning to the end, just a simple slash, a simple cut in two.

That scene kept reappearing in Qingkui's mind.

It's like a brand that can't be wiped away.

Zhao Qingtian stood five steps behind Yang Hu.

His big hand, which had never trembled before holding a long spear, trembled slightly and convulsed.

Although Zhao Qingtian surrendered to Yang Hu, the bronze city lord, for some reasons, he has always maintained his inner arrogance.

Whether it's experience or combat effectiveness, Yang Hu's subordinates, even Liu Dawei and Zhao Qingtian, are not comparable at all.

too weak.

But now, Zhao Qingtian felt a powerful fighting spirit that he had never seen before from Yang Hu.

The fighting spirit exuding from Yang Hu's body was comparable to the opponents Zhao Qingtian had seen before.

Zhao Qingtian tightened his grip on the spear in his hand.

However, he felt that the fighting spirit on Yang Hu's body disappeared strangely, and he also became lazy. He yawned and lay down in the bloody mud where he was, and said to Zhao Qingtian: "I'll rest. meeting."

(End of this chapter)