The widow is a curse

Chapter 269 Righteous, Throwing Life and Death!
The Zijin long whip suddenly tightened.

Ya Guang's army thorns drew a dim light and shadow in the air.

Like a roc, Lie Yan rushed up from the horse's back, and at the same time, Duanmu Yaoyang also shot up from the horse's back.

The two met each other in the air, and the military thorn and the Zijin whip hit the air, making a dull sound.

There was a strong turbulence in the air around the two of them.

The powerful zhenqi is transmitted from the opponent's weapon, penetrating the body and mind.

Both of them felt each other's strength.

"Northern Mo king, his reputation is indeed well-deserved!"

Lie Yan snorted softly, and attacked Duanmu Yaoyang again.

At this time, a group of soldiers behind him also stood up, entangled with Duanmu Yaoyang's followers.

Coupled with the previous siege, the 3000 troops who broke out with Duanmu Yaoyang quickly fell into the siege again.

Although he was looking forward to competing with Lie Yan, Duanmu Yaoyang knew it in his heart.

Now is not the time to fight!
With a feint, he flashed the flames of the military thorns, he turned his horse and walked away, shouting loudly.

"Don't love to fight, everyone rush out with me!"

"If you want to leave, I'm afraid it won't be that easy! This time, I want your entire Beimo army to be buried with my Heihe tribe!"

Lie Yan chased after him like a shadow, entangled him with a powerful attack.

Seeing Duanmu Yaoyang in front of him being stopped by the flames, Taji was so anxious that blood came out of his eyes.

Desperate to knock his opponent away, he galloped forward.

He straightened up the long spear in his hand and rushed towards Lie Yan. With the forward momentum of the horse, he did his best with this shot.

"Humph!"

Disdain flashed in Lieyan's eyes, and he spat out his palm, grabbing Taji's gun.

Taking advantage of the trend, he directly tore Taji off the horse.

He kept the horse's belly, and the front hooves of the sweaty horse ruthlessly stepped on Taji's chest.

Accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, Taji spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Taji!"

Duanmu Yaoyang roared uncontrollably.

Taji clung to the horse's leg in his chest with his last strength.

"King! Let's go..."

The long Zijin whip swept across like a stick, and the several cavalrymen rushing forward to intercept were immediately swept off their horses by Duanmuyao.

Gritting his teeth, he shook his head and rushed out.

(End of this chapter)