As soon as the sword was in hand, the green beast accelerated, and He Lingchuan and Hong Chenglue passed by each other.
"Dang" there was a sound of gold and iron, with a long aftertaste, and the rising air waves knocked all the surrounding soldiers to the ground.
He Lingchuan, who was on horseback, also leaned back, his mouth split open and bleeding.
He had just made an angry strike, pouring all his energy and energy into it, coupled with the full power of the green mottled beast, he finally unleashed the most perfect wave slash so far.
Essence, energy, and spirit are all at their peak.
Even the large tent about a foot away behind Hong Chenglue and its pillars thicker than the mouth of a bowl were never interrupted.
However, this sword swing was like cutting down on a mainstay. Not only did it fail to cut Hong Chenglue in two, but He Lingchuan himself was shocked to the point that his jaw cracked, and his insides felt like he had been hit hard.
You know, Hong Chenglue stood on the ground, moved from stillness, and stabbed him forcefully.
In this round of fighting, He Lingchuan basically concluded that Hong Chenglue's abilities were probably not as good as those of Commander Xiao.
Hong Chenglue himself also took three big steps back in succession, each step leaving deeper footprints than the previous one. Only then did he manage to get rid of the momentum on his body, so as not to fall to the ground.
He Lingchuan was sad, and he felt uncomfortable too. The sword almost flew out of his hand. The opponent's force was transmitted from the blade, with fire and ice, and it penetrated into the meridians. If it was not dealt with in time, there would be big trouble.
Only he knew clearly that there was a surge of energy and blood in his chest, and his internal organs were really shaken.
The sword struck by this young man was full of energy, the angle and the killing intent were impeccable. The only shortcoming might be that it was not cunning enough.
If he is allowed to grow up, within five years, Yuan Kingdom will have another general.
Thinking of this, Hong Chenglue felt murderous.
He recognized this boy. During the Baiming Valley negotiation a few days ago, this boy was standing next to He Chunhua. He should be the eldest son of this dead official, He Lingchuan.
Baili Qing's arm was cut off by him, and now it seems that his defeat was not unjust.
What a pity, how could a traitor like He Chunhua deserve such a fierce son?
It's a pity that after such a delay, the surrounding kite soldiers surged in like a tide, surrounding Hong Chenglue in the middle, and separating him from the He family and his son.
Hong Chenglue could only look at He Lingchuan with regret.
He Lingchuan didn't care about causing trouble for him anymore, and jumped off his horse to see He Chunhua: "Dad!"
He had been living with the He family for more than a few months since time travel, and his relationship with this cheap dad, He Chunhua, was actually delicate. He was both distant and wary. However, seeing him fall to the ground with a knife in his vital wound, He Lingchuan's heart was in his throat.
He Chunhua is the head coach of the Xiazhou Army, how could he fall at this time!
Chapter completed!