Fufeng Song

() Hu people are martial artists, and those who can become the leader of a clan and surname, could it be that they are people with extraordinary courage, and the same is true for Wu Yan.He was famous for his divine power when he was young, and he once killed ferocious beasts with his bare hands, so he was able to shock all the ministries.Even now, the great chief still personally competes with the young warriors in the tribe in terms of bow horse and martial arts, and even more than a dozen fierce men are no match for him.

However, the fifty sword-wielding warriors in front of him suddenly gave him a strong sense of fear.

It was Wu Yan's proposal to arrange a group of people outside the big tent to prevent accidents.And he handed over this task to Nanlou, which also has its own deep meaning.On the one hand, the military force of the Baishan tribe is far less powerful than that of the Hanshan tribe. Now that he is in control of the overall situation, he might as well give Nanlou some power and responsibility to show his affection and trust in him.On the other hand, if a bloody massacre really occurred during the deliberation process, the responsibility can be shifted to Nanlou in the future.The relationship between the Baishan tribe and the Wuhuan sub-branches is hostile, which is conducive to his position as the leader of Daijun Wuhuan.

When these warriors showed up for the first time, they fiercely forced back several commanders who were trying to leave the field, so Wu Yan felt that his arrangements were very appropriate and everything was in his hands.

But now...

Dozens of long knives stood like a forest, approaching without haste, but Wu Yan stopped suddenly.

These people are not Wuhuan people at all, when Wuyan finally saw these sword-wielding warriors up close, he immediately confirmed this.Although they wore the usual gowns of Wuhuan warriors, and their curly hair and hairstyles were the same as those of Wuhuan people, there were still subtle differences in their faces and postures.At the same time, Wu Yan also clearly felt the awe-inspiring majesty in the gestures of these people. The killing intent in their eyes that disregarded life and death could only be cultivated in countless bloody and tragic fights.

The sun at noon in summer should make people hot and dry, but Wu Yan felt a chill piercing through his head.The strong ability is telling him: These people are real brave men, if he acts rashly, he will definitely die, and he will die immediately!

Wu Yan maintained the posture of holding up the tent with one hand, and slowly turned his head, looking at Hu Liuniang in the tent.These people were all arranged by Nanlou, but Nanlou's guy is only a rat, even if he had ten guts, he wouldn't be able to play such tricks.In the current situation, the key lies only in Hu Liuniang.

Since the Bingzhou swordsmen were fought, the villages in the southern Taihang Mountains have lost contact with Daidi.This Hu Dazhai Lord came here suddenly, where did he come from?And when did she collude with Nanlou?

"Unexpectedly, people in the green forest of Taihang would deliberately interfere in the internal affairs of our Hu tribe in Daijun." Wu Yan paused every word.

"How could it be..." Hu Liuniang replied with a smile: "It's just that a friend wanted to meet Chief Wuyan and ordered me to be a man. I also hope that Chief Wuyan will not blame me for being abrupt." good."

"Oh? Master Hu Dazhai is an old acquaintance of our Daijun Wuhuan. If I had known that Master Hu was coming, I would have prepared a little wine to entertain me anyway. Wanting to introduce someone is just a trivial matter, so why bother?" Wasting so much effort?"

Just as he was about to say a few more words, Wu Yan suddenly felt a pain in his vest.This is the feeling of the sharp blade slowly advancing, piercing through the robe and piercing the skin.Apparently, these warriors are going to repeat their old tricks, repeating the scene of forcing Su Pu back just now.

But although this situation is dangerous, it cannot scare Wu Yan.Although the sharp blade was added to his body, Wu Yan just shook his head and sneered: "Using these ghostly tricks to force myself to submit, I have underestimated the bloodiness of the Wuhuan people and the aggression of the northern Xinjiang barbarians!"

He shrugged slightly, straightened his shoulders, and stood on his heels.Even though the blade pierced his body, his posture remained unchanged, as if he didn't pay attention to the sharp pain penetrating his body from the blade point at all.As a result, the knife hand behind him did not dare to act rashly.The point of the knife was still against the back of the heart, but it stopped exerting force.

He is only one step away from being able to unify the heroes of the Wuhuan tribes of Daijun. Wuyanxiong's strong and strong character is far beyond ordinary people.From the moment when the victory of the integration of the various ministries fell to the predicament where his fate was in the hands of others, such a contrast was enough to make people feel dizzy, but Wu Yan regained his spirit in the blink of an eye.It's just fifty sword-wielding warriors, and these people can only surround the big tent at most.And in the entire camp outside the big tent, there are elite fighters from the Hanshan tribe wandering everywhere; Wu Yan's confidantes are guarding every important access road and critical checkpoint.As long as he shouted loudly as a warning, he could immediately gather hundreds of warriors. With a ten to one force advantage, he could chop all the people in the tent into mincemeat!

For today's Wuhuan Qushuai gathering, Wu Yan has already made full preparations.He never believed that with so many arrangements, he would lose to a mere 50 people, let alone someone who dared to kill himself at the risk of death.

Thinking in this way, Wu Yan said eloquently: "This method can only scare the weak people, and it is completely useless to me, Wu Yan. Why don't you wait a moment for them to retreat? I have something to discuss with the chiefs. A moment? After I have settled the matter of the family, it will not be too late to meet your friend..."

"Time is limited, we can't wait." Suddenly someone answered in a deep voice.

Hanging behind the dome is a huge felt painting made of high-quality pure white wool, with a picture of a pack of wolves eating a cow, which is very imposing.At this moment, the felt painting was flipped open, and a young general wearing a fish-scale armor and an iron dagger on his head walked into the dome, holding a long knife at his waist.

Even though the Wuhuan people have been trapped in the mountainous area in the south of Daijun for many years, so that their eyes and ears are blocked.But Key's vision is still there.The young general's attire was clearly that of an imperial court officer!How is this going?Many Wuhuan tycoons present panicked for a moment, dumbfounded and didn't know what to do.Although dozens of people were here, they could only watch the young man walk forward.

When he randomly stood in the middle of the dome, there was a kind of strong self-confidence that turned his hands over and over again, as if he took everyone as a foil.

Wu Yan felt that the situation was getting out of his control. He tried his best to calm down and shouted sharply, "Who are you?"

"General Pingbei, Lu Yao, General Yamen under the command of Yue Shigong, governor of Bingzhou, has seen Chief Wuyan." The young man's deep eyes flashed, and he bowed his hands to Wuyan calmly: "The one you mentioned just now The Jin army is Lu's subordinate."

As these words caught his ears, Wu Yan's thoughts changed sharply, and he understood a lot in an instant.This general from Jin actually appeared in the chief's tent of Wuhuan Baishan, but he didn't know it.That being the case, did the arrangements that I thought were foolproof before really have any effect?No wonder Hu Liuniang looked at her so contemptuously. It turns out that this meeting of the Wuhuan tycoon and her various schemes may all be under the surveillance of others...

He looked at this general from Jin, at Hu Liuniang, then at Nanlou with a stiff face, and finally at the rest of Wuhuanqu Shuai who had flustered faces, feeling depressed for a while.What is the purpose of my painstaking efforts to unify Wuhuan, the county of Daijun?Isn't it possible that the Wuhuan people can regain the glory of the past and no longer be oppressed by the imperial court and the Xianbei people?But they never expected that Nanlou, the most powerful ally of the Baishan tribe, would have colluded with the Jin people long ago!

After all, Wu Yan is an old man in his sixties, no matter how strong he is, he will not be able to withstand such repeated blows.Suddenly, I felt a salty smell rose in my throat, as if I was about to spurt a mouthful of hot blood.He clenched his fists tightly, resisted swallowing the mouthful of blood back into his stomach, and said slowly in the most steady tone: "So it's General Lu..."

Even if there is no way to deal with it, you might as well entertain a few words for a while, buy some time, and then slowly plan a better plan.Even on such an occasion, Wu Yan still did not give up.

However, Lu Yao would never give Wu Yan a chance.The leader of the most powerful Wuhuan clan in Daijun is not the kind of character who is willing to be manipulated by others.

Lu Yao interrupted Wu Yan's words, and said calmly: "Kill it."

Wu Yan suddenly felt a chill in his heart.He lowered his head to look, and saw a sharp knife piercing through his chest, with a full stroke of more than half a foot.He coughed a few times, and bright red blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth and nasal cavity.

The curtain was parted, and the light fell on the face of the samurai with the sword.This gentleman is obviously Liu Fei, the newly promoted team leader of Lu Yao's subordinates.

The titan who followed Ji Sang in the past held the handle of the knife and twisted it back and forth several times before he let out a "hi" and drew the knife back to its sheath.

This is really a very professional killing technique.Wu Yan immediately fell to the ground.The limbs twitched slightly, but the person was already dead.