Meng Huo and his remaining thousands of barbarian soldiers were like a lonely boat against the current, and were swallowed by the huge waves of Qi army rushing towards him in a blink of an eye.

Meng Huo, who was struggling dyingly, fought desperately and fell into a state of fighting alone.

And his silences howled shrillly, and in a blink of an eye they became ghosts under the swords of the Qi army soldiers.

Although he was in a defeat, Meng Huo's martial arts were not weak, so how could ordinary Qi soldiers stop him?

He was so crazy that he actually made a bloody road for Meng Huo and approached Yuan Fang.

Meng Huo shouted violently, rode his horse and danced his sword, and rushed towards Yuan Fang like crazy.

The surrounding Yicheng's personal army moved together, and then he wanted to rush forward to block Meng Huo who was rushing towards him.

"Let me retreat!"

Yuan Fang shouted sternly and said boldly: "You are all out of the way. I will pack up this dog with your own hands."

After the order, how dare all the soldiers and soldiers not follow? They were busy making way for both sides.

Yuan Fang stepped forward a few steps, and stood up with a halberd, as towering as a mountain, proudly facing Meng Huo who was rushing towards him.

Seeing that Yuan Fang wanted to meet his challenge in person, Meng Huo couldn't help but feel happy, thinking that Yuan Fang was arrogant and dared to fight alone with him. He was just using his super martial arts to kill Yuan Fang in one fell swoop.

Even if you will siege and kill Yuan Fang's soldiers next, killing Yuan Fang's mortal enemy is enough.

With this thought, Meng Huo suddenly felt a fighting spirit, whistled by the horse, and raised the sword in his hand and slashed straight towards Yuan Fang's face.

One rider and one sword, and it came in a blink of an eye.

"Yuan Thief, die--" As Meng Huo shouted, the bright blade roared over.

Yuan Fang, who was as quiet as ice, had a disdainful sneer at the corner of his mouth.

In his eyes, murderous intent suddenly gathered, and the ape's arms moved like shadows. The square sky painting halberd in his hand had already attacked like lightning.

The halberd was too fast, and it came back and forth. Before Meng Huo could even see Yuan Fang's body movements, the Fangtian Painted Rider had already arrived with the power of the raging waves and slanted.

throat!

Amid the roar, the fire flew everywhere.

A surging force rushed towards him, pouring into Meng Huo's body like a tide, shaking his blood and rushing, and he had the urge to vomit blood in an instant.

The sword in his hand was even more shocked and knocked out. He was so numb that he almost couldn't hold the sword.

One move will make the right decision immediately.

"In the late stage of practicing dirty practice, this kid is young and has reached the late stage of practicing dirty practice. How is this possible?"

When he first fought with Yuan Fang, Meng Huo was frightened to discover that Yuan Fang was powerful not only because he used troops like a god, but even this martial arts was so strong.

At this time, Meng Huo had an illusion in an instant, as if the enemy he was facing was not an ordinary mortal, but a god.

When he was frightened and distracted, Yuan Fang's arm shadow moved like the wind. The Azure Dragon Sword had already rushed towards him like a tide of raging waves.

Meng Huo's martial arts is really not weak, and he has reached the middle stage of bone forging. Looking around the world, it is definitely a rare existence.

Unfortunately, what if it is in the middle stage of bone forging? Facing Yuan Fang, he is almost rushing to Yixie's martial arts. It's not a single blow.

Yuan Fang hated Meng Huo deeply and didn't even leave any room to tease him. He took out his real skills as soon as he started, forcing Meng Huo to deal with it in a few moves. He had a lot of flaws and almost didn't even have a chance to breathe.

Meng Huo was frightened, facing Yuan Fang's attack from the storm, and was completely out of order.

After walking by several moves, he heard a "clang" sound of metal, and the big knife in Meng Huo's hand flew out of his hand.

Just when Meng Huo was not yet shocked, the Fang Tian painting halberd in Yuan Fang's hand had already swung out, and a knife hit Meng Huo's back.

With a weight of more than 140 kilograms, coupled with Yuan Fang's late-stage power in the drill, the strength of this halberd was already at a terrifying level.

"Ah~~"

Meng Huo screamed, his huge body had been slapped away from his horse and fell heavily to the ground.

When Meng Huo, who was vomiting blood, struggled to get up from the ground, Yuan Fang's towering body was already blocking his presence.

Fang Tian's painting halberd was already raised, and the blood-dropped halberd was about in front of him. Yuan Fang only needed to raise his hand gently to take Meng Huo's life.

"King Qi spares your life, King Qi will be kind, be kind."

In the middle of life and death, Meng Huo decisively abandoned all his dignity, all his self-reliance, and servilely apologized to Yuan Fang.

"Menghuo, if you rule the Southern Central, it's fine to be king and dominate. I have no grudges and grudges with you. Why do you provoke me?" Yuan Fang stood on his horse and shouted sternly.

Meng Huo hurriedly said, "The criminal's fault is known to be wrong. The criminal's stupidity is because he is bewitched by the Sima brothers and is blinded by his mind, so he is so stupid that he offended His Highness."

The king of the Southern Barbarians is now like a dog, crawling towards Yuan Fang for survival, and his dignity is gone.

Now that the defeat is defeated, all the responsibilities are placed on the Sima brothers, and there is no firmness left.

"The barbarians are barbarians, and they are shameless. With your virtue, you want to challenge me. It's a joke." Yuan Fang said coldly and sarcastically.

Meng Huo hurriedly climbed forward a few steps, and then crawled in front of Yuan Fang like a dog, and said tremblingly: "As a southern barbarian, I am not aware of the king's transformation and stupidity, so I was provoked by the Sima family. I beg your highness to give me a chance to reform myself. I really know my guilt."

Provoking for no reason, burning, killing, looting, damaging Han people, colluding with Sima family...

Yuan Fang can forgive Meng Huo for all these crimes? Even if he wags his tail and begs for mercy, he kneels here and begs for mercy like a dog, so what?

Yuan Fang could not tolerate sand in his eyes. What he wanted was heroes, not shameless people.

kill!

Endless anger and endless contempt were like a raging fire, burning into his heart a crazy word "kill".

"It's too late, Meng Huo, it's useless to blame Sima Yi. You and Sima Yi will both die. I will send you to hell first!"

Wei Ran shouted angrily, Yuan Fangying's eyes blew fire, and Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand waved angrily.

"Give me your life, spare me your life~~" Meng Huo was extremely terrified and begged for mercy in a hoarse cry.

The next breath, the painting halberd, fell ruthlessly.

Blood splattered, and howling stopped abruptly.

Meng Huo's head, the head of the King of the Southern Barbarians, rolled to the ground.

Yuan Fang, who killed Meng Huo, felt it was not enough, so he continued to order his soldiers to kill wildly, and it was necessary to kill all the barbarians in Guangdu City, and kill no one left.

This killing took place from afternoon to dusk, and the shouts of killing gradually stopped.

The 15,000 barbarians in Guangdu City have all been killed, and no one is left to the point of being left.

Yuan Fang rode his horse like flying, and with an unfinished murderous intent, he headed straight for the county government.

There was an enemy who made him hate even more, waiting to be killed by him.

...

County Government.

In the empty lobby, the weak Sima Yi sat in a wheelchair in a desperate situation, dazed and dazed.

He was full of listlessness, and he was already disheveled in hair, with a haggard appearance, and so decadent, and there was no trace of the demeanor and pride of a noble family and a famous young man.

Outside the door, the shouts of killing were approaching quickly. Sima Yi knew that his mortal enemy had attacked the county government and came to him.

"I am a dignified Sima Zhongda, a great family, and famous all over the world, but I was destroyed like this. I was destroyed by a despicable thief. The sky has no eyes. How unfair~~"

Sima Yi was both self-deprecating and sad and angry, his face was distorted and deformed, and he looked like an injustice.

Crack!

Suddenly, a roar sounded. The door was broken into pieces and destroyed by huge force.

The dazzling light surged into the dim lobby. Sima Yi's body shook and his eyes were immediately stabbed by the light. He subconsciously raised his hand to block it.

He was dizzy and could only hear the sound of horse hooves, as if soldiers and horses broke into the lobby.

His vision gradually became clearer, and Sima Yi slowly lowered his arms, raised his heavy head, and looked forward with difficulty.

In his vision, the familiar figure stood in front of him like an iron tower.

On the fire-like war horse, the young general in silver armor exuded a solemn power all over his body, and his knife-like face was filled with extraordinary confidence, and the painting halberd he held in his hand was still dripping with warm blood.

Yuan Fang was so proud that he stared at the top of the high school, and the Sima Yi, who described the embarrassing and decadent and intertwined with fear and hatred.

Sima Yi's deep eyes burst into resentment and shame, and his white teeth were biting almost torn apart. His originally decadent and listless body seemed to be stimulated in an instant, filled with resentment and was almost about to explode.

"Yuan———————”

After a while, Sima Yi gritted his teeth and finally two words burst out from his mouth.

One snatched his fiancée, the other destroyed his legs, and the other forced him into a desperate situation, hating him to the extreme.

Yuan Fang was not angry, but instead raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and a sneer raised.

He just sat so high on the horse, staring at Sima Yi coldly.

This self-righteous and despised young master of aristocratic families, this insidious man who used all means to deal with him, is now sitting in a wheelchair and sitting in front of him.

But he, with the talent of the winner, could fully appreciate Sima Yi's angry expression.

Yuan Fang's sneer made Sima Yi feel that his dignity was like being humiliated wantonly, and that unprecedented sense of humiliation made Sima Yi extremely angry.

"Yuan Fang~~"

Sima Yi roared and roared again, like a vicious roar in desperate situation, and tried his best to let out a roar.

All Yuan Fang heard was weak and powerless, vulnerable.

He pushed his horse forward, stepped onto the advanced level, and looked down at Sima Yi.

The eagle's eyes were like blades, and the power of the king who was not angry and powerful made Sima Yi, who was angry and ashamed, shook all over and felt a little scared in his heart.

"Sima Yi, are you worthy of talking to me head-on? Come on, drag him out of the hall." Yuan Fangli shouted.

Then Yicong, who followed, rushed up and dragged Sima Yi from the wheelchair, dragged him down from the higher rank, and threw him into the hall.

Yuan Fang turned over and dismounted, turned around, and sat down slowly.
Chapter completed!