The jujube red horse was about to die, Zhao Zichuan's heart was full of grief and indignation, standing in the middle of the formation with a sword in both hands, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at the soldiers around with angry eyes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There is no war horse, the majesty of the "flying horse god general" is no longer there, the Mengyuan army has the courage to step forward, and the sword, shield and spear are approaching step by step, surrounding Zhao Zichuan in the center of the desperate formation, and the encirclement wants to take his life......

Wuliang Tuoduo saw it in his eyes, gradually came from behind the formation, and looked at Zhao Zichuan's current battle of trapped beasts, Wuliang Tuoduo smiled fiercely: "It's really the end of the hero, I can't imagine that the 'flying horse general' who galloped in the past is now ending up like this...... Zhao Zichuan, today you don't want to escape from the hands of my Wuliang Todo, the grievances of the hundred-year-old clan, after all, I won!"

Zhao Zichuan heard Wuliang Tuoduo's cold words, but he didn't make any response, he just looked at the surrounding iron shield mangya array, and the next moment the death fight was a bloody fight, no matter whether it was life or death in the end, he didn't care - the enemy was at present, Zhao Zichuan was in danger, concentrating on killing the enemy and fighting the formation, and he didn't dare to slack off......

Knowing that Zhao Zichuan's swordsmanship was brave, although he picked his war horse, the Mengyuan soldiers still did not dare to take it lightly. The army escorted along the formation, and the wolf's tooth long shield patrolled forward, forcing Zhao Zichuan into a dead end step by step.

Zhao Zichuan did not act rashly, but held his sword and concentrated like Mount Tai, and the strong bow seemed to be preparing for the attack, and the two sides of the battlefield fell into the tranquility and solemnity before the outbreak for a while......

Uliang Todo's eyes were certain, and his gesture gradually waved down...... "Kill!" With a short and sharp sound, Uliang Todo issued a "must kill order".

"Kill-" For a while, there were crowds of voices in the slope array, and the soldiers of Meng Yuan shouted in unison, and the sword and shield array rushed towards Zhao Zichuan.

Zhao Zichuan's sword aura was condensed, and he swore to fight to the death, jumped into the enemy's formation. The sword light flashed in all directions, flying all the bright, and the "Thunder Sword Technique" broke through the clouds, like the power of breaking the sky and running through the mountain, and the thunder swept by.

Meng Yuan's sword and shield were deep, and the "Thunder Sword Technique" was attacking, and the cold ice and iron shield were splashing sparks for a while, scattering and splitting...... "Ah-ah-ah......" At the same time, the soldiers in front were suffering heavy injuries, and the screams became more and more incessant. Zhao Zichuan's sword flashed the power of the tornado, impacting the Mengyuan array, penetrating through the soldiers and being invincible, and the raging tide roared for a while, and then it was swept away and dumped......

However, this move "Thunder Sword Technique", the energy consumed is not small, Zhao Zichuan has been through dozens of battles, his body has long been tired, coupled with the heavy damage of the previous artillery fire, the whole body is even more tired, after this sword technique, but he is unstable, panting constantly.

And this move only broke through the first "blockade" in the group of enemies, and when he looked up again, there were still hundreds of Mengyuan soldiers, like devils.

"Whew...... Hu ...... "Zhao Zichuan lay on the ground with a sword in one hand, panting heavily, and struck with all his might, but it was a drop in the bucket among the enemies, and after several consumptions, he would definitely not last long......

"Wow-" However, just as Zhao Zichuan's consciousness "relaxed" for a while, a sharp blade flashed out......

Zhao Zichuan realized it, but because his body was too tired, he couldn't dodge......

"Ah-" A terrifying iron weapon pierced, and a Mengyuan soldier killed in a panic, and the sharp blade of the spear was piercing Zhao Zichuan's calf.

"Forehead ......" Zhao Zichuan endured for a while, the blood and pain woke him up from exhaustion, and he grabbed the sword with his backhand, and the cold light flashed, Zhao Zichuan pulled out, and immediately broke the sword out, directly locked his throat and took the life of the sneak attack soldier, and the blood was splashed on the spot. The other party didn't even have time to scream before he died, and he died......

Although the death was terrifying, but seeing that Zhao Zichuan was stabbed and his mobility declined, the "flying cavalry god general" seen by the Mengyuan soldiers was just an ordinary mortal, not the so-called "god of war in the world", so naturally he was no longer afraid in his heart, and he "cheered up" again, and waved his troops to surround Zhao Zichuan.

Zhao Zichuan was slandered in the leg, and suddenly felt that his body was in a trance for a while, and his whole body strength became more and more erratic, and he was tortured by exhaustion and pain, and he was afraid that he would not be able to continue fighting for a long time. But seeing that the enemy soldiers were swarming up, he had to insist on fighting, Zhao Zichuan gritted his teeth for a while, continued to hold the sword in his hand, endured the pain of blood injuries, and fought hard......

"Kill-" Meng Yuan's army killed in unison, Zhao Zichuan flew and leaped, and his horizontal sword came out.

"Ah......h

"Ahh......h After a few rounds, the river and the sea were overturned, and the Mengyuan soldiers in the encirclement were already on their backs, and the cold ice and iron shields were scattered all over the place, looking at each other, full of mess.

However, Zhao Zichuan was not happy, landing and churning, several Mengyuan soldiers who were not afraid of death attacked in chaos, and the spears and blades were gathered towards each other, heading towards Zhao Zichuan. Zhao Zichuan was tired of coping, and he had no time to take care of it in the "Dragon Sword Break", and he was negligent in the chaos, and the thighs on his waist were all cut open by sharp blades, and the blood was oozing more than ......

"Ahh............h

This time Zhao Zichuan was really seriously injured, let alone continue to fight, even if he stood up alone, it would be difficult. After landing on the ground, Zhao Zichuan endured the pain on his body, supported with his hands, his eyes closed, panting constantly, and his heart was unwillingly restless: "Is this the end...... No, I can't fall yet, I haven't avenged my eldest brother and Yuru, so I can't end it like this...... I want to continue fighting, I am a descendant of the Zhao family, the grievances of the hundred-year-old clan, the 'Qiankun Two Swords' must not fall into the hands of the enemy......"

The soldiers in the front row surrounding Zhao Zichuan were also suffering heavy casualties, and the "Dragon Sword Break" lore just now had frightened the generals of Meng Yuan. Now, although he saw that Zhao Zichuan was seriously injured, the sword blade in his hand had never been put down, and the power of killing intent still existed, and the soldiers of Meng Yuan still did not dare to approach easily......

But Wuliang Tuoduo after the formation didn't want to let go of this opportunity, and when he saw Zhao Zichuan seriously injured and lying on the ground, his eyes immediately showed murderous aura, and he ordered in a desperate voice: "Zhao Zichuan is no good, continue to give it to me, kill Zhao Zichuan for me!"

Although he was afraid, after all, it was the military order of Wuliang Tuoduo, and the soldiers of Meng Yuan did not dare to disobey. And now that Zhao Zichuan is seriously injured and can't fight for a long time, the soldiers also want to gamble, so they regroup and scatter in line and continue to patrol with shields.

Zhao Zichuan looked up, the enemy soldiers were like tigers and wolves for a long time, knowing that the next round might be a fight for his life, Zhao Zichuan secretly said in his heart: "I think back then, only the rumored Shangguan Immortal Sword predecessors could compete with Meng Yuan Qianqi alone. I am incomparable to my predecessors, but I am in a desperate situation of death...... If I die in battle today, the heavens will die, even if I Zhao Zichuan dies in the field, I will die with Wuliang Tuoduo to avenge my blood......"

Secretly determined, the Mengyuan soldiers had already surrounded them. Seeing that Zhao Zichuan had been lying on the ground for a long time and had not stood up, thinking that Zhao Zichuan had tried his best to fight back, the soldiers decided to make the final blow......

"Kill-" Finally, the general gave a sudden order, and the surrounding army gathered troops.

Zhao Zichuan drank blood and was in pain, and looked around to see the army attacking, and regrouped with his sword in both hands......

When the cold soldier strikes, life and death are in sight......

"Roar-" Under the broken sky, a dragon roared, Zhao Zichuan surged up, and the chaotic army swore to make the last fight from it-"The Dragon Sword Break" rose up again, tearing blood and roaring into the sky, and the hovering dragon swept down, and the four sides were shocked. The Meng Yuan soldiers who came forward were eating sword qi, and a "dragon churning" swept across, and the screams started, and they died in Huangquan.

But this is also Zhao Zichuan's last fight......

The sword qi passed, and Zhao Zichuan seemed to be weak, jumped down in mid-air, and fell to the ground with a bang. However, what is even more terrifying is that at the moment when all the troops joined together to assassinate, several spears were piercing Zhao Zichuan's back and shoulders - the stabbing blade pierced his body, blood flowed everywhere, Zhao Zichuan was really on the verge of death this time, seriously injured, and fell to the ground dying motionless.

However, in the last fight of the "Dragon Sword Break", the Mengyuan army also suffered heavy losses, and almost all the people who wanted to commit crimes in front of Zhao Zichuan died tragically under the sword, and no one survived. This time, although Zhao Zichuan seemed to be killed and fell to the ground, and did not stand up to fight back, but the Mengyuan soldiers in the distance were already frightened, except for the archers outside the formation, the rest of the soldiers did not dare to advance again, even if Wuliang Tuoduo gave orders several times, the army was also hesitant......

However, Wuliang Tuoduo did not give an order, perhaps he knew that Zhao Zichuan's divine might had already scared his subordinates into disarray, and there was no need to continue to work in vain - seeing that Zhao Zichuan was dying, Wuliang Tuoduo had bad intentions at this time, and stepped forward with a knife and a few steps, apparently wanting to kill him with his own hands......

"It seems that you have fought to the limit, the last knife, let me personally send you to Huangquan......" Wuliang Tuoduo smiled coldly, full of murderous aura, stepped over the corpses of the troops in the surrounding formation, and walked towards Zhao Zichuan, who fell to the ground, step by step, the cold knife in his hand was already hungry.

And Zhao Zichuan was still lying on the ground motionless, although he was still conscious when he looked at each other, but he was bloodied all over his body, and there was a spear blade piercing through it, not to mention fighting back and resisting, it was difficult to get up again.

Wuliang Tuoduo's face was hideous, and he paced in front of Zhao Zichuan. Seeing that Zhao Zichuan was soaked in blood and was about to die, Wuliang Tuoduo seemed to have something to say, and looked at each other coldly: "A hundred years ago, in the first battle of Xiangyang, my ancestor of Mengyuan, Ah Shu, failed to take the 'Qiankun Second Sword' from the hands of the Zhao family, which is really a pity...... Now, a hundred years later, at the Ghost Gate Cliff Pass, I, Wuliang Tuoduo, was finally able to kill the descendants of the Zhao family with my own hands, seize the sword, and fulfill the last wish of my ancestors...... Zhao Zichuan, fate is like this, you still die in my hands after all. I killed your brother, I killed your wife, and now it's finally your turn...... You have to thank me for sending you to Huangquan with my own hands to reunite you with your eldest brother and wife......"

Zhao Zichuan fell to the ground, still enduring the pain on his body, gritted his teeth and insisted: "Wuliang Todo, although you are proficient in the art of war and strategy, you are just a villain who can only play all kinds of conspiracy methods...... Even if I, Zhao Zichuan, die on the battlefield, I will never die at the hands of a villain like you...... If you kill my brother and my wife, and don't mention the family feud between the Zhao family and Meng Yuan, whatever I say about this report, I will execute you with my own hands......"

Wuliang Tuoduo looked at Zhao Zichuan who was still "insisting", and said disdainfully: "Hmph, if you want to execute me, just rely on you now? What else can you do now...... The 'Flying Rider General' who once threatened the Central Plains is no more, and now you are just an ant that will be trampled to death by me at any time, what room do you have for resistance?"

Zhao Zichuan didn't respond much, but said forbearingly: "I will kill you with my own hands...... Kill you with your own hands......" As he spoke, the long sword in Zhao Zichuan's hand was always clenched, and it seemed that he was still making the final accumulation......

"It's a pity that you don't have this opportunity-" Wuliang Tuoduo smiled fiercely, lifted the cold knife in his hand, and said wildly, "Zhao Zichuan, go to death, the fate of the Zhao family has come to an end, and everything is over!"

"It's the end of it...... It's just that the one who has come to a dead end is you-" Zhao Zichuan finally cheered up, I don't know where the strength of his whole body came from, he endured the severe pain in his whole body, turned over and stood up, and waved his sword towards Wuliang Tuoduo......

"Bang-" The swords collided, and Wuliang Todo was shocked for a while, he would never have thought that Zhao Zichuan would be desperate, but he could still make such a stubborn resistance.

And Zhao Zichuan seems to have been waiting for this opportunity, the only time that Wuliang Tuoduo will get close to him, just at the moment when he is dying, he condenses the last strength of his whole body and swings his sword upward......

"What?" Wuliang Tuoduo's face was full of horror, he didn't expect that he was eager to kill, but he was careless, and he didn't want Zhao Zichuan to calculate himself and lure himself into the bait. Relying on strength alone, Wuliang Tuoduo was not Zhao Zichuan's opponent at all, and the arm that was cut by Su Jia had not yet healed, and Zhao Zichuan attacked with a sword, and he had no power to resist.

"That's it, it's over!!" Zhao Zichuan finally roared angrily, the sword light of the dry sword flashed, and he forcefully knocked down the cold knife, and finally stabbed ......

A sword light, blood spilling out......

"Forehead......" Wuliang Tuoduo stared at him, suddenly felt a chill in his body, looked down, and saw Zhao Zichuan's left-hand dry sword, piercing his abdomen - at that moment, Wuliang Tuoduo was surprised and understood that his life was not long.

"That's it, it's over......" The same words as just now, only this time Zhao Zichuan's tone was no longer excited, and he said in a low voice, "A hundred years ago, in the battle of Xiangyang, Mengyuan Ashu failed to take the 'Qiankun Second Sword' from the ancestors ......of the Zhao family;

Wuliang Tuoduo's consciousness gradually blurred, and finally, with horror and unwillingness, he looked at Zhao Zichuan's resolute eyes, and slowly fell down, lying in a pool of blood......

Wuliang Todo finally died on the battlefield, and he died at the hands of Zhao Zichuan......

"Wow-" Zhao Zichuan finally pulled out his long sword, supported and knelt on the ground--the scars all over his body were pierced by a sharp blade, Zhao Zichuan tried his best to kill the enemy Wuliang Todo, and he was about to reach the end of his life.

"Big brother, Yuru, I have avenged you......" Zhao Zichuan muttered in a low voice with the last consciousness in his darkness......

"Whoosh whoosh—" However, a dense rain of arrows followed......

Wuliang Tuoduo died, but the Mengyuan people would not let Zhao Zichuan go. Seeing that Zhao Zichuan was already dying, the archers outside the formation took their bows and aimed at them, and they fired arrows in unison, heading towards Zhao Zichuan, who was kneeling on the ground with a sword......

Looking at the rain of arrows flying in the sky, Zhao Zichuan did not have any fear at the last moment of his life, but smiled, looked at the front of him, and left happily...... (To be continued.) )