King of Liao at the end of Han Dynasty

Chapter 847 The White Knight’s Final Battle (4)

"Report!" An anxious cry rang out, and the messenger came galloping on horseback, and arrived in front of Li Lin who was marching.

"Report to the Wolf King!" The orderly shouted: "Not far ahead, our troops have collided with the enemy and started fighting!"

"Oh?" Li Lin frowned slightly, and said in doubt: "It stands to reason that I was chasing the wrong way, Jia Xu should have led someone to run a long way! How could we run into each other so quickly?"

The soldier immediately added: "The enemy army has less than a thousand people! The two generals Hou Yu and Ma Chao left more than a thousand people, and the rest of them have continued to chase!"

"Thousands of people!" Li Lin frowned even tighter. What does this mean? Could it be that Jia Xu left these people to stop me from chasing him?It's not necessary either?I have tens of thousands of people chasing you, who did you leave these hundreds of people for?Even Li Lin from the Blood Killing Battalion didn't dare to play like this. He looked at the distance in a daze, and Li Lin shouted: "Go! Go and have a look!"

"Yes!"

With a drum in his heart, Li Lin led the crowd to the front, and over there, the battle between the Blood Killing Battalion and the Yellow Turban Warriors had reached a fever pitch. One side was the Yellow Turban Warriors who had changed their physique and mind by using sorcery, while the other was a perverted warrior. In the gathering place of non-human beings, the blood killing camp of non-human beings, the yellow turban wrestlers clearly had the upper hand at first. The strength is enough for the soldiers of the Blood Killing Camp to drink a pot, but whoever is in the Blood Killing Camp has already figured out the way of the Yellow Turban Warriors after just a few meetings. You have strength and I still have brains. Everyone in the battalion is a sharp weapon to kill, and there is still no way to kill. The yellow turban wrestlers are just tanks without brains, and with a slight advantage in numbers, the blood killing battalion has also fought against the yellow turban wrestlers in a short while. In a tie, both sides may have consumption.

"Huh...huh..." Ma Chao kept panting heavily, the silver armor on his body was already covered with blood, the armor on one arm had been completely stripped off, and the breastplate had been damaged. It can be seen that it is the mark of a fist, and half of the mask on the helmet has been knocked off, revealing half of Ma Chao's face, no!It's half a bloody face......

Looking at Zhang Baiqi on the opposite side, it is also difficult. There are wounds all over his body. The armor that was not very straight at first has been regarded as a broken mirror. Blood oozes out, the gray hair has been dyed red, and the blood-red eyes have been swollen from another beating. Needless to say, there are bloodstains on the body, some are my own, some are Ma Chao, and some are others...

"Roar!" Zhang Baiqi, who didn't feel the slightest pain at all, let out a roar, and his arms were vigorously exerted, like an ape roaring, staring at Ma Chao in front of him, shouting and contemptuous.

"Bang!" With a crisp sound, Ma Chao took off his helmet. One part of his face was white and the other was red, making him look even more terrifying. Seeing that the steel knife in his hand had been broken into two pieces, Ma Chao licked it. With a mouth full of blood, he raised his head and looked at Zhang Baiqi again.

"Roar!" There was another roar, and Zhang Baiqi launched an attack. It was obvious that Zhang Baiqi's feet were a little limping, but it didn't affect him at all, only at a slower speed.

"Hey! I'm so fucking exhausted!" Ma Chao suddenly said something, crying and laughing, as if he was helpless, and also a little sad. Seeing Zhang Baiqi who had already attacked, although the speed was far slower than before, Ma Chao was the same, and he had no strength to dodge the blow. Looking at Zhang Baiqi's sandbag-sized fist, Ma Chao even thought of it. The scene where my head was blown off by this fist.

"Ha!" Exhausting all his strength, Ma Chao wailed and raised half of the steel knife in his hand, without moving his body at all, but Zhang Baiqi's body had already rushed towards him.

"Pfft!" The steel knife pierced deeply into Zhang Baiqi's heart, but Zhang Baiqi seemed to ignore it and continued to move forward. His own fist wanted to hit Ma Chao's head.

Ma Chao has already closed his eyes subconsciously, "This knife of mine is enough to kill Zhang Baiqi. Yueji is dead, Zhang Baiqi is dead, and there is Jia Xu. With the lord here, he will definitely kill Jia Xu." If he was killed, his father's feud would be avenged. Although there is still Liu He, as long as the lord is around, how could he let Liu He go? Liu He will die sooner or later! Father, uncles, brothers! All the brothers of the Xiliang Army, I, Ma Meng, have lived up to your high expectations, and I have avenged you! Father, my child, I will come to see you right away! Brothers, I will come to see you right away, Ma Xiu, Ma Dai, Ling Ming, you have to follow the lord well, and you will surely become prosperous!"

At that moment, Ma Chao thought a lot, and he had already confessed his last words in his heart. He only waited for the coming of death, and felt that the cold fist wind was getting closer and closer to his face with the smell of blood and evil spirit. , I seem to feel the huge impact of that fist, I guess Zhang Baiqi's punch will not make my death too painful...

"Ah!" Suddenly there was a scream, Ma Chao frowned, and immediately opened his eyes, seeing a slender cold blade stretching out from the side of his face, it even scratched Ma Chao's cheek, It directly pierced Zhang Baiqi's fist.

After that, the speed of the long and narrow cold blade didn't slow down, turning clockwise, it immediately rolled the meat in the arm that had been pierced by the cold blade into minced meat, and then flew out from Zhang Baiqi's arm.

"Lin Dao!" The cold light at that moment made Ma Chao figure out what kind of weapon it was. , Zhang Baiqi retreated subconsciously, his fist was exhausted, Ma Chao gritted his teeth, swallowed this dose of fist, the steel knife inserted in Zhang Baiqi's heart had already been released, and he punched himself hard in the face. The moment he stepped on it, Ma Chao grasped the handle of the steel knife with all his strength.

"puff!"

"puff!"

There were two sounds from the city gate, one was the sound of Zhang Baiqi's fist hitting Ma Chao's face, and the other was the sound of Ma Chao's steel knife breaking out of Zhang Baiqi's body.

Zhang Baiqi punched Ma Chao in the face, and Ma Chao's half-numbed body was blown away, and the steel knife that Ma Chao was holding tightly moved accordingly, and it was originally inserted into Zhang Baiqi's heart. In this way, a huge cut was made obliquely on Zhang Baiqi's heart, and Ma Chao pulled out the back.

"Eh!" Zhang Baiqi still wanted to roar, but found that he seemed to have no strength to roar out, and even shook his head. Zhang Baiqi looked down at his heart, his eyes seemed so confused and ignorant, as if A child seems to see something new happening to him.

"Crack! Crack!" Several footsteps in the city moved towards Zhang Baiqi, mixed with a majestic murderous aura, they came to Zhang Baiqi's front.

Hearing the sound, Zhang Baiqi raised his head and saw the black armor covered with blood and minced flesh. Zhang Baiqi stared slightly, and wanted to wave his fist, but his body no longer listened to his orders, shaking After a few clicks, there was no way to move.

"Shua!" A flash of cold light flashed, and the opposite Hei Jia mercilessly waved the forest knife that was already full of scars in his hand, looking at Zhang Baiqi's neck, Zhang Baiqi had no resistance.

A cold light flashed, and the man in black armor picked up Zhang Baiqi's head.

"Bang!" With a heavy voice, the headless corpse fell backwards...

Zhang Baiqi died, this person who inherited the great virtuous teacher died in such a tragic way, without any last words or even any reaction before his death, in the end, his blank eyes seemed to tell that he would be short-lived and miserable The life of a sad person must have something lovely......

Ma Chao, who fell to the ground and clutched his chest, saw Zhang Baiqi's head being lifted up slowly, with a tragic smile on the corner of his mouth, Zhang Baiqi died, he survived, his enemy died, Ma Chao He should have laughed out loud, but Ma Chao found that he couldn’t laugh at all. For some reason, he felt that he might as well have been punched to death by Zhang Baiqi just now, and died with him. I had already thought about your mother’s last words... ...

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, the man in black armor who saved Ma Chao and watched Zhang Baiqi slowly took off his blood-stained black mask. Ma Chao stared at him immediately.

"Hou Yu!" Ma Chao muttered unwillingly. Yes, it was Hou Yu who suddenly came out from behind Ma Chao and saved his life. Ma Chao touched the cheek that was scratched by Hou Yu's forest knife, very Looking at Hou Yu unhappily, although he was his savior, Ma Chao didn't want to see him very much, and wanted to compete with him, but in such a situation, he was saved by this person. Ma Chao said heartily, "It's better not to let you save me!"

Hou Yu held Zhang Baiqi's head high, not to say that your general is dead, facing the irrational yellow scarf fighter, how useful is it to say such a thing, hold Zhang Baiqi's head high, Hou Yu Slowly raised his head and looked at Zhang Baiqi.

"Hehe...haha..." Hou Yu sneered. Hou Yu was so young that he had never had any feelings. When he saw everyone with a face, Hou Yu actually laughed. First he sneered, then The whisper became louder and more cautious, and Ma Chao, who was watching from the side, felt fear...

"Let's go! Keep chasing!" Li Lin, who was on the periphery, looked at Hou Yu, who was holding Zhang Baiqi's head and grinning, and suddenly said something...

(End of this chapter)