die.

Not terrible.

What's terrible is that you can't carry out your own will. Break free from all constraints and live freely and freely.

King of Han? Tiger of Liaodong?

No.

I'm just Wu Nian.

Common surnames, common first names.

But he is a passionate man.

Between life and death, ordinary people tremble.

The brave are fearless.

The horse stabbed by Hou Wancheng did not waver Wu Nian in the slightest.

The malicious voices of Wan Yanxian and the Meng Yuan soldiers, and the frightened voices of the imperial guards and Wei Polu seemed to fall on deaf ears.

Wu Nian's eyebrows were flying wildly, but his willpower was condensed and as solid as a rock.

He knows what he is doing and what he is going to do next.

Ability to work step-by-step and adapt to changing circumstances.

Wu Nian glanced at Wan Yanxian first, with a mocking look in his eyes. Then he also imitated Wan Yanxian's behavior and abandoned the horse in his hand.

This glance was extremely lethal.

Wan Yanxian had a bad premonition in his heart, and then his heart went cold.

Wu Nian gave up his horse arm, freeing up his hands. Wan Yanxian was already disabled. Although he was holding on to Wu Nian's horse arm tightly, he held it upside down and it was difficult to do any damage with one hand.

Facing the spear point so close at hand, Wu Nian's eyes were steady, his breathing was not disordered at all, and his brows even relaxed slightly.

The brave are fearless.

Hou Wancheng's horse spear, the spear edge gleaming with cold light, is unparalleledly sharp.

However, Wu Nian, with lightning speed, firmly grasped the spear tip with both hands forward and backward.

There was a "poof" sound. The skin and flesh were cut open, and blood burst out. Wu Nian knew without looking that the bone was deep enough to see the wound.

pain.

Of course it hurts.

But Wu Nian's expression was like a rock that remained motionless for thousands of years, without any change.

Time seems to have stopped.

The noise at the scene was soaring to the sky, but it was as if a pindrop could be heard. Everyone's eyes were focused on Wu Nian.

The eyes of the Ouchi guards were still frightened, but there was a little joy in the fright.

The Meng Yuan soldiers were still excited, but there was a little more astonishment in their eyes.

Really. Empty-handed.

Resistant to damage.

Wu Nian's hand was injured, but his arm was still there and very strong.

"Kill!!!!!!!" Hou Wancheng looked at the tip of the spear very close to Wu Nian's neck. Of course, he couldn't let go. He roared and tried his best to pierce the tip of the spear.

Wu Nian's neck.

His face was red, his eyes were wide open, and his arms protected by armor were obviously thicker, and he had tried his best.

But Wu Nian's hand is steadier.

The white blade in his hand, dripping with blood, fell to the ground. But Hou Wancheng's spear could not make any progress.

It seems so close and yet so far away.

The life of the King of Han was very tough.

"What are you doing?!!!! Stab it." Wan Yanxian yelled. At the same time, he grabbed Wu Nian's right hand and used all his strength to round Wu Nian's head.

Smash it.

"Your Majesty!!!!" Upon seeing this, an Ouchi guard roared wildly and jumped forward from his horse.

There was a "bump". Wanyanxian held the horse stick upside down and hit the Ouchi guard with the stick. Wanhu's power was still there, and the Ouchi guard was hit in the back. He groaned and fell from the air.

, I don’t know life or death.

"Good brother."

The light in Wu Nian's eyes flashed away, and he said something. Then his arms suddenly gave birth to great strength, which was poured into the horse in his hand.

He held the sharp spear in his hand and pushed his arms forward.

A "touch" sound.

Hou Wancheng's expression changed dramatically, and his arms contracted to his chest like springs.

"Kill!!!!" Hou Wancheng was furious, his dignity was hurt. He roared wildly, raised his arms, and planned to fight forcefully.

At this moment, Wu Nian flicked his hands and let go of Hou Wancheng's horse.

Hou Wancheng was caught off guard, and Ma Shan stabbed Wu Nian with all his strength.

With a "Puff" sound, blood bloomed.

A wound suddenly appeared on the left side of Wu Nian's neck. Blood flowed out.

"Your Majesty!!!!!!!!!" The eyes of the Ouchi guards, Wei Polu and others were about to burst, and their heads went blank for a moment.

"good."

"The King of Han is dead. The King of Han is dead."

"General Hou is so powerful that he kills the King of Han in formation."

The soldiers of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty cheered loudly, as if they had decided the country with one arrow.

Wan Yanxian was first happy and then surprised, and shouted: "Be careful."

What a good King of Han.

Really fearless.

With this grip, a twist, a flick, and a release, Hou Wancheng's spear lost its accuracy, and the blood did not spurt out, but spattered out.

A slight difference can make a difference of a thousand miles.

But who would dare to do this unless he has great courage and fearlessness?

At the slightest chance, Wu Nian's blood vessels would be cut open.

The large blood vessels in the neck were cut open, which was equivalent to an order from the King of Hell.

Wu Nian's eyes remained unchanged, as if he was not the one who was stabbed.

Hou Wancheng's scalp was numb. In order to compete with Wu Nian, he had put all his strength into this fight and could not stop.

Between lightning and stone.

Wu Nian stretched out his right hand, the palm of which was covered with blood, pulled out the steel knife from his waist, and rode his horse forward. The King of Han rushed forward.

The sword light drew a perfect semicircle in the air, and then blood bloomed.

"Pfft" sound.

Wu Nian's eyes rolled as he watched Hou Wancheng's neck being cut open by himself, and blood spurting out.

A slight difference can mean cutting a blood vessel.

"It's over." Hou Wancheng maintained the posture of stabbing the horse, looking down at his neck, with a wry smile on his face, and then he used his last strength and shouted: "Athletes, continue to charge. You all can

He is a dead soldier."

After saying that, Hou Wancheng spurted out more blood, and the vitality in his body was quickly lost as the blood spurted out. After a moment, the horse in his hand fell to the ground, and his body shook a few times before falling to the ground.

, eyes wide open, eyes closed.

Out of nine thousand households, one person died.

Nine tigers, eight are left.

"Do as General Hou said. Even if all our families die, you will still be warriors of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty. Now you have to risk your life to survive."

"We are surrounded."

"Only by fighting hard can you have a chance to survive."

"Kill!!!!" Wan Yanxian was delayed by the imperial guard and failed to hit Wu Nian. He watched Hou Wancheng die in the battle. His eyes were split, and after roaring with all his strength, he got up again.

Holding Wu Nian's horse in his right arm, he rode his horse forward, intending to kill Wu Nian.

Wu Young glanced at this man with disdain. Is a tiger that has lost its teeth still a tiger?

You are useless, but I am not useless.

He controlled the horse lightly and avoided Wan Yanxian's attack. The steel sword in his hand was fired at the right moment, like a white rainbow piercing the sun.

The sharp tip of the knife pierced Wanyanxian's neck, and blood spurted out from behind.

"There are seven left."
Chapter completed!