Those Jurchen soldiers were playing on Xing's head, and they heard Yang Zaixing's roar from afar, and the Jurchens who seemed to be the leader grinned, and the mace in his hand casually came towards the two soldiers, and he didn't know what to mutter, so he saw the two soldiers raise their scimitars and run towards Yang Zaixing with a shout.

At this time, the Jurchens can be compared with the later Mengyuan people, Tunguska boar skins, and Japanese people, all of whom looked down on the Han people to the extreme, thinking that they were superior people, and they could kill and take away the Han people.

Yang Zaixing's marksmanship at this time, can be described in one word, that is, "fast", I saw a flash of silver light bloom in front of the eyes of the two soldiers, and after the silver light disappeared, I only saw Yang Zaixing passing between the two like a leisurely stroll, and the two of them didn't seem to see it, still holding the scimitar in their hands, until Yang Zaixing was about ten steps away from the two, and then he fell off the horse.

The death of these two people made those soldiers who were playing among the people stunned, and even if they abandoned those people, they all looked hideous, and they consumed Yang Zaixing rushing in their mouths, in their opinion, it was natural for them to kill the Han people, and it was intolerable for the Han people to kill them, and the crime was unforgivable.

"Come on! Come on, if you can die under the gun of the master, it is also your ancestors who have accumulated virtue for you! Yang Zaixing's face was pale, and the silver spear in his hand shook out six or seven spear flowers, and the trace of blood on the tip of the spear made the spear flowers extraordinarily charming and blurry.

The gun arrived, the knife was broken, the nail was cracked, and the death was killed, Yang Zaixing's silver spear was like having eyes, shuttling among the soldiers, almost every shot went down, it was able to bring out a handful of blood flowers and take away a life, although those soldiers were also extremely fierce, and they did their best, but compared with Yang Zaixing, they were undoubtedly much worse, and this gap made their number of people continue to decrease.

The leader-like Jurchen not far away had already stopped playing with the people, and was watching intently the battle between Yang Zaixing and his subordinates, although his face looked unusually calm, but from the green tendons on his hand holding the mace, it could be seen that his heart would definitely not be calm at this moment.

Suddenly, he turned his head sideways, and said a few words softly to a cronie who had always been by his side, the cronie understood, turned his head and ran backwards, at the moment when he started, Yang Zaixing just picked off the last soldier besieging him, and saw the action of the cronies, Yang Zaixing, who was covered in blood, couldn't help but be furious, and the silver spear and war horse moved together, "Wu Nafan dog, I can't run in front of the master, and leave my life for the master!" ”

"Humph! I'm not afraid of the wind flashing my tongue! The general snorted coldly, shook the mace in his hand, and said a strange Chinese sentence, which was called according to Yang Zaixing's top door, "Let's eat Grandpa Wuguohu's stick and then say!" ”

Yang Zaixing saw that his stick was menacing, and hurriedly stopped the war horse, held the gun in both hands, and shouted violently, "Open!" As soon as he greeted him, he heard a "boom", but Yang Zaixing was beaten back by people and horses.

Seeing this, Wu Guohu couldn't help laughing, "The Han fruit is useless, the stick of Shicai, the master only used eight points of strength......" He was proud, and suddenly felt a burst of pain on the hand holding the stick, and hurriedly looked down, and saw that the right hand holding the stick was cut open by the elder A wound, and blood was gushing out of the wound, "The master broke your ......"

"Phew!" Yang Zaixing spat on the ground fiercely, and the silver gun was horizontal, "Just rely on you, a dog, and still want to be Yang's master, but it's too self-conscious, don't talk nonsense, give Lao Tzu his life!" His eyes immediately froze, and the silver spear turned into a silver rainbow, directly picking at the chest and throat of the black tiger.

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