The first thousand two hundred and thirty-four chapters to sow discord
Wan Yifu smiled bitterly, feeling regretful in his heart. If the soldiers around him were the Tianlang Cavalry under King Dingtian, Wan Yifu would have at least a 70% chance of saving Zhemu Hetu's life in this battle.
Zhemu Hetu stared at Wanyi Mansion with a sinister look, and said slowly: "I want you to be the last to die, and you will definitely do it."
Wan Yifu got angry and shouted: "If you want to take my head, just come and get it."
Zhemu Hetu laughed ferociously, and the only thing left was how to execute these people Ling Chi. Zhemu Hetu's movement was very fast, and he rushed in front of several people in Wanyi Mansion in the blink of an eye. However, there seemed to be a red light stronger than Zhemu Hetu's.
Tu's movement was three points faster, and it flashed from Zhemu Hetu's ear, and then disappeared. Zhemu Hetu didn't pay attention to it, just thought it was the night wind shaking the fire, so it was nothing to worry about.
With this sudden slash of the sword, the two Dagan soldiers standing at the front who overestimated their capabilities must be killed, and then they will slowly torture the remaining Wan Yifu. Zhemu Hetu thought about it, feeling particularly special in his heart.
It's so satisfying, every time I put these things that I have never got in my hands and trample them, I feel an unspeakable joy.
As if he saw the two heads that were about to fly up, Zhemu Hetu felt that his blood was getting warmer, his heart was beating faster, and his mouth was dry and eager. However, what made Zhemu Hetu strange was that this knife
I've already swung it out, but why haven't I seen the shadow of the knife flying out?
Zhemu Hetu looked sideways, and saw that the right side of his body was empty. The black long knife was missing, and his right arm was missing. Zhemu Hetu was stunned for a moment, and he still had time to look up in surprise at the Dagan soldier in front of him.
, then a burst of heartbreaking pain came from his right arm. Zhemu Hetu let out a scream like a night owl. Although he didn’t know what happened, there must have been something else, and Zhemu Hetu almost lost his soul, and then he endured it.
Holding back the severe pain coming from his right shoulder, he raised his energy and flew back quickly.
A hand, like a ghost, was placed on Zhemu Hetu's shoulder, pressing down Zhemu Hetu's just-raised figure. Zhemu Hetu's whole body stiffened, his legs were weak, and he felt a stream of heat dripping from his crotch to the soles of his feet.
Zhemu Hetu slowly turned his stiff neck and looked back. A face that should have belonged to a dead man was looking at him quietly. Zhemu Hetu didn't know the name of the man wearing the uniform of a Dagan soldier, but
But he knew that this man was originally the second Dagan soldier who died in his hands tonight.
"Zhuge Hehe!" Wan Yifu closed his eyes and said in a low voice.
The corners of Zhemu Hetu's mouth twitched, and his face was uglier than crying. He said with difficulty: "Who are you?"
"Sir Dagan." Zhuge Hehe said coldly, "I have been waiting for you for a long time."
The sudden change in the field shocked everyone in Wanyi Mansion. Zhemu Hetu's arm was broken off by a move, which was not as good as Zhuge Mahe's resurrection. It was even more surprising to everyone. He was obviously an abandoned son who was favored by Wan Yi Mansion. They never thought that it turned out to be an abandoned son.
There was something else going on. Although Wan Yifu guessed that the commander in the army would not have any backup plans, he never expected that the commander in the camp's backup plan was right next to everyone, and the moment he took action, it would lead to a shocking ending.
Wanyi Mansion is silent, and since Zhuge Mahe is not dead, naturally these calculations and arrangements cannot escape Zhuge Mahe's eyes. Zhuge Mahe's life and death, for everyone in Wanyi Mansion, the outcome has already been determined.
Perhaps the seeds of tonight's results were already planted when I took the order to leave the camp.
"What do you want?" Zhemu Hetu barely managed to calm down, but unfortunately the trembling in his words already revealed the fear and panic in his heart at this moment. It is really hard to imagine how a person with such a temperament can practice such martial arts.
"Killing to pay for one's life and debts to pay back money have always been natural. You killed more than a hundred of my Dagan soldiers, and now it's time to pay with blood. But you can rest assured that I will kill you, but I have no intention of torturing you.
That’s all.”
"You, you want to kill me? You can't kill me! I..." Zhemu Hetu panicked and yelled incoherently.
Zhuge frowned. He really didn't expect that Zhemuhetu would be so bad. He just looked at his vicious and sinister methods, which may be just to cover up the cowardice and cowardice in his heart.
"Why can't I kill you?"
"I, I am a disciple of Master Meng Jue. If you kill me, my master will definitely not let you go."
Zhuge Hehe smiled indifferently and said: "Don't say that he won't let me go. I have no intention of letting him go. If he doesn't come to me, I will definitely go to him."
Zhe Mu He Tu was startled, his heart suddenly brightened, and he suddenly felt cold. No wonder the voice sounded so familiar, it turned out to be him, the King of Heavenly Ganding.
Zhemuhetu's face was ashen, and he finally remembered the flash of red light just beside his ears. He was dazzled by it, but it was clearly the sharp edge of the Minghong Dao in Li Luo's palm. The master once talked about this Minghong Dao back then.
, although the words are extremely vague, one thing is clear and clear. If you encounter the Minghong Sword, it is impossible to defeat it and the best thing to do is avoid it.
Time has passed, and I remember clearly what Master said about Zhe Mu He Tu. I don’t know why I forgot about it when I went south to Yeliang Prefecture. Maybe it was destiny.
"It's you!" Zhemu Hetu shouted miserably, his heart sinking into ice, and he looked like he was completely despairing.
"Well, I didn't expect you and I to meet again so soon." Li Luo, whose pseudonym is Zhuge Hehe, replied calmly.
"I didn't expect you to come. It seems I'm doomed." Zhemu Hetu said with gritted teeth and grief and anger. Listening to the sound and distinguishing the shapes, it seemed that he didn't think of the cruelty when he killed the Dagan soldiers. He just wanted to express his anger at Li Luo. Why did he do this?
He disguised himself and sneaked into the Dagan soldiers to launch a sneak attack.
"If it's a catastrophe, it should be considered inevitable." Li Luo said calmly.
Zhemu Hetu was filled with resentment. He lost too much blood in his right arm. Li Luo had no intention of sealing the acupuncture point to stop the bleeding. After a while, he saw that Zhemu Hetu's face was as white as white wax, with a blue-black color. Even if Li Luo couldn't kill him,
Zhemu Hetu, Zhemu Hetu will not survive long if this continues.
"Hahaha, soldiers of Dagan, this is your commander, the majestic King Dingtian, lying on the ground pretending to be dead, turning a blind eye while watching the tragic death of his soldiers, and using such despicable and shameless means to plot a sneak attack. Such a person deserves you
Are you risking your life?" Zhe Mu He Tu roared ferociously.
Wan Yifu and the remaining people all changed their expressions, guessing that this Zhuge Hehe must be a master sent from above, but they never expected that he would be the commander of this northern expedition, Xi Kongji Commander Li Luo
.For a moment, everyone's thoughts were mixed and hard to figure out whether they blamed Li Luo for not saving him even after he died, or they were worried that the previous trick of treating Li Luo as an abandoned son would leave a legacy of disaster.
Li Luo's expression remained unchanged, calm and composed, and did not stop Zhe Mu He Tu from stirring up discord.