After interpenetrating with Lord Hou, he became addicted to house fighting

"Come again!" Hu Jiuyue adjusted his posture, flicked the tip of his spear, and faced him again.

Zhong Shilang didn't know martial arts and couldn't understand much. He just held the reins tightly with both hands and asked Rong Mu beside him: "Our side...will win, right?"

Rong Mu pursed his lips and said calmly: "Hu Jiuyue is no match for that man." That man was not only strong, but also very experienced in fighting. He came up and used his strength advantage to defeat Hu Jiuyue's energy.

Even if the two are equally powerful, Hu Jiuyue will only lose if they continue to fight, not to mention that Brand is stronger than Hu Jiuyue.

Seeing that Rong Mu stopped talking, Zhong Shilang had no choice but to stare at the battlefield.

The situation of the battle quickly changed. Brand slashed with his sword. Hu Jiuyue was unable to dodge, and his helmet was chopped off by the opponent. He broke out in a cold sweat and quickly picked up the reins and dodged to the side.

Brand's eyes were full of contempt and murderous intent, and he swung his sword flat, intending to cut Hu Jiuyue in half.

Suddenly, Hu Jiuyue's horse lost its front hoof and fell down. Hu Jiuyue was also thrown off the horse.

But it was precisely because of this that Hu Jiuyue was lucky enough to survive.

Two generals behind Rong An rode out and brought Hu Jiuyue back.

Having lost his best opportunity, Brand stopped pursuing him and just looked at Rong An with his lips curled up. "I said, we are clearly fighting with real swords and guns. Isn't it immoral for you to take action?"

Only then did Zhong Shilang, who was already breaking out in a cold sweat, realize that Rong An was holding a crossbow in his hand, and that Hu Jiuyue was lying on the ground, whining, with an arrow in his front hoof knee.

I couldn't help but secretly say that I was lucky. If the champion hadn't taken action, Hu Jiujiu would have died on the spot.

At this time, soldiers had already passed by and dragged Hu Jiuyue's horse away.

Rong An said calmly: "You bandits who invade other countries, do you also know what 'morality' is?"

"Well said!" Zhong Shilang shouted with enthusiasm.

Brand raised his eyebrows, "You said this is your country's land? If you call it, will it agree?"

"Commander!" The generals behind Rong An asked for a fight, "Let us deal with this foreign devil!"

Rong An slowly raised his hand, and there was a sudden silence behind him. He controlled his horse and said, "I will come in person."

A slight smile appeared on Brand's face, "I've heard that you are a fighting genius, and I just want to see it!
"If I win against you, I will make a wine glass out of your skull! This is our country's tradition!
"It is also an honor that belongs to you, because I will become a hero that my people will always look up to, and your skull wine cup will also be my relic and be enshrined by my people."

"Really," Rong An's expression was still indifferent, "But I won't leave any part of your body, disgusting."

"Glory always belongs to the winner!" Brand brandished a long knife and rushed over.

Zhong Shilang was frightened and asked Rong Mu with a trembling voice: "Will the... Marshal win?"

Rong Mu couldn't help but rolled his eyes at him. Could this old boy have some serious illness?

The ignored Mr. Zhong turned his head and looked at the battlefield again. Suddenly, it was as if someone had cast a immobilizing spell and he was unable to move. Why did Brand, who was so arrogant just now, end up on the ground?

Brand didn't expect that he was the one who swung the knife first, so why was he thrown to the ground?
Afterwards, I realized that I was in severe pain in my chest and abdomen, and blood was gushing out. I wanted to move, but I felt that all my strength was lost along with the gushing blood.