The widow is a curse

Chapter 268 The confrontation between the two kings! (2)

Sitting on the horseback, Lie Yan looked coldly at the two teams of men and horses fighting fiercely under the grassy hill.

Seeing the Northern Desert Army being forced back to the camp by his own cavalry, he raised the corners of his lips coldly.

"Give me an order to surround the camp and leave no one alive!"

The messenger promised and blew the horn.

Strange rhythm, ready to convey the king's order.

The cavalry quickly changed formation and surrounded the Beimo Camp.

"king!"

Taji crossed his horse and rushed to his horse's side to meet a cavalryman who was attacking Duanmu Yaoyang,
"Northern Desert may not have many of us, but we cannot live without you! The toxicity in our bodies is on the rise, and we have to write anyway. Taji hopes to shed his last blood for you!"

"Yes, king!"

A group of soldiers echoed loudly.

Duanmu Yaoyang glanced past familiar faces, gritted his teeth and nodded.

Stirring the reins fiercely, the long whip in his hand danced like a wheel, and led a group of unpoisoned soldiers towards the weaker encirclement on the west side and rushed over.

Seeing a person on the west side, as if entering a land of no one, there is no one in his path, and he rushed out with a small team tearing through the encirclement.

"Stop them!"

Lie Yan's eyes turned cold, he clamped the horse's belly tightly, and rushed towards the man with a group of soldiers behind him.

Swinging the whip, he threw the Heihe cavalry in front of him off his horse. Duanmu Yaoyang shook the whip in his hand, and attacked a Heihe cavalry on the right.

Before his whip could reach the cavalryman, a black figure had already rushed towards him.

With a shake of the bowl in his hand, the long whip in Duanmu Yaoyang's hand rolled towards the black shadow as if it had eyes.

Swish!
The purple gold long whip is directly rolled on the triangular matte army thorns.

Duanmu Yaoyang retracted his arm with his hand, but the opponent did not move at all, and his strength was unexpectedly comparable to his.

He raised his face to look at the other party in doubt, only to see that the man was sitting on a tall horse, with dark eyes and a domineering aura.

Two people.

Across a long whip, they looked at each other and called each other's name at the same time.

"Duanmu Yaoyang!"

"Flame!"

There was some excitement in each other's voices.

It seems that everyone is looking forward to the arrival of this battle.

In the chaos army.

The two kings finally face each other.

(End of this chapter)