Zhu Feng's attack on the angrily attack immediately aroused the bloodiness of the Liao warriors. Seven or eight thousand men and chiefs jumped out and rushed straight to Zhu Feng.

Zhu Feng put his sword back into the sheath and looked coldly at Xiao Yujue, the governor of Zhangguo. Xiao Yujue stared at Zhu Feng with big eyes and shouted loudly, stopping those subordinates who were about to take action.

The Liao Kingdom, caught off guard, dared not underestimate the enemy anymore. After a brief discussion, a short and strong man was sent in the second battle. The man walked to the middle of the tent, slowly took off his shirt, revealing his dark and thick upper body, and there were long scars in front and behind his body.

Zhu Feng looked solemn, turned around and pulled Hao Shi, and whispered: "It's a difficult master, be careful."

Hao Shi nodded calmly, gently uttered the four words "I will never die" and stepped into the venue.

Hao Shi walked to the low and strong man with great seriousness, slowly took off his upper body's clothes, then stacked them properly under his feet, turned to the southeast, knelt on one knee, lowered his head and closed his hands and said a few words, and then slowly stood up.

The strong Khitan man hugged his hands, watched Hao Shi do all his movements without moving, and turned back in front of him.

"Baru." The strong man gently pulled out the knife and threw the scabbard aside.

"Hao Shi." Hao Shi pulled out his knife and gently placed the scabbard on his clothes.

Hao Shi nodded slightly and bowed, and the person jumped out like a wind, thrusting his knife straight, Baru's wrist trembled slightly, and the blade raised just right, and the tip of the knife met Hao Shi's knife.

Hao Shi felt a stern and immediately accelerated his sword. The sword was like a heavy rain or a strong wind, sweeping towards Baru. Baru was like a reef in the storm of the storm, without any fear, and easily blocked the wind and rain.

The strong wind and rain will not last long. Soon, all viewers could find that Hao Shi's sword skills gradually slowed down, especially the Liao Dynasty's viewers, and their expressions became relaxed.

It was when Hao Shi's breathing sounded gradually and his sword technique slowed down. Baru, who had not moved in an instant, moved the long sword from light to thick. Every time he blocked Hao Shi's head, he would always bounce his knife backwards.

Hao Shi's steps became heavy, and the sweat beads on his face condensed into drips, falling down his face.

Baru suddenly roared, and the tip of the knife accurately held up Hao Shi's back, then suddenly pressed down, learning the moves of Zhufeng just now, intending to open Hao Shi's intestines and break his belly.

A hint of joy flashed across Hao Shi's eyes, and he leaned his body slightly toward him. The steel knife went straight into his abdomen like a silk cotton.

Baru looked happy and sent the knife forward with all his strength. Hao Shi roared in pain, grabbed the blade tightly with his left hand, and the steel knife that was originally slow and heavy with his right hand suddenly bounced up like a poisonous snake, and also penetrated deeply into Baru's ribs.

For a moment, because Hao Shi was already ready to trade his life for life, the two were seriously injured.

Although Hao Shi was sweating like rain and his face was twitching, he stood firmly, his eyes became more and more dazzling, and he murmured: "Everyone can be born noble and great, and he is not afraid of any distress, nor is he afraid of any pain..."

What Hao Shi retelled was what Lin Feng said when he took them to Liao, about the essence of the aristocratic spirit. From the moment he stood up to fight, Hao Shi was ready to sprinkle blood on the spot.

Blood dripped from Hao Shi's body and left hand one after another, and the dripping speed became faster and faster, and it flowed into a small piece on the ground. In the silence of the whole audience, the dripping sounds became louder and louder, forming a shocking melody with Hao Shi's murmuring.

"stop."

"stop."

Zhu Feng, Liu Chengjun shouted out at the same time and rushed into the field.

"It's a guy. This game is a draw. We will decide the final victory in the last game. How about it?" Xiao Yujue looked at Hao Shi in admiration, stepped forward and said loudly.

"Okay, the final victory will be decided." Zhu Feng's eyes were filled with tears, and he stepped forward and hugged Hao Shi, and hurriedly bandaged him the wound, but the abdominal wound was too deep and wide, and he could not stop the surging blood.

Hao Shi was trembling all over, and his left and right hands tried to grasp Zhu Feng's clothes on his chest, and asked intermittently: "I am generous to death, I have... Is it responsible? I don't know if this... is... aristocratic spirit."

"Think, why don't you count? You are the real aristocrat in the minds of all brothers. I promise that Lord Lin will be the first to grant you a noble." Zhu Feng could feel that Hao Shi's body was getting colder, so he could only hug his good brother who had been through life and death with him, wailed and burst into tears.

"I miss Lord Lin, I want to live a long life..." Hao Shi murmured, his voice at this point.

"Hao Shi," the wind roared wildly, shaking Hao Shi on the ground, but Hao Shi had no reaction. This brave special forces soldier who was willing to die for the noble spirit in his heart had passed away.

The winds jumped up like madman, roared into the sky several times, tore their shirts apart, looked around the people in the tent with hatred eyes, and then knelt down on both knees, respectfully straightened Hao Shi's body, pulled out the knife in his belly with both hands, and wiped the blood from the knife with his shirt. The man stood up, swung his swords with both hands, and roared: "Who is the next one?"

The roar was filled with pain and resentment, and the whole person was like a volcano ready to go.

Xiao Yujue, who was observing the seriously injured Baru, slowly stood up, waved his hand, and a strong man carrying a big axe stood up behind him.

Zhu Feng twisted his bloody shirt into a bunch, lowered his head and slowly wrapped his hands around his wrists. However, when Zhu Feng was about to take the second battle, one hand stopped him, which was Yang Ye with admiration.

"Generals, General Hao, are really heroes. I admire you. In this battle, we should be the one who is out." Yang Ye said softly, with a long iron spear trembling in his right hand, pointing out the strong man who was fighting, "I'm Yang Ye, please."

Liu Chong and Liu Chengjun both did not speak, which was considered acquiescent.

At this time, if they continue to watch the military and national affairs of the Shouzhou people and the Liao people in the Northern Han Dynasty coldly, the face of the Northern Han in Shouzhou will be completely lost from then on. Not only will the future cooperation be gone, they will also have to guard against Lin Feng's revenge. Everyone in the world knows that although it has not been exposed, Lin Feng's deeds of killing the whole family because his wife and children were humiliated. Lin Feng's style of protecting his shortcomings is famous all over the world.

"Pull Ermu." The strong man groaned, swung his axe, and smashed it over with a storm of wind.

Yang Ye was slightly tilted, and he swung his pistols three times in the air. The first two hits hit the axe surface of the big axe, and the third one went straight to Ermu's hand swinging the axe.

He pulled Ermu back with his hands, and the big axe hit the handle of the gun again. Yang Ye did not retreat but advanced instead. He pressed the gun and collapsed, and he lifted the big axe out, and the two sides fought together.

Yang Ye held the gun in his hand, and his feet were indefinitely traveling. The iron spear was shaking, and there was no way to distinguish between the virtual and the real. Suddenly, he did not move like a mountain, or moved like thunder. The most wonderful thing is that if you succeed, you can poke it at will, which makes people dare not fight back easily.

He swung the giant axe more than one meter long, like holding a light wooden stick, chopping, smashing, slamming, striking, and stabbing. Everything was exposed with the sound of wind, and it was difficult to distinguish with Yang Ye for a moment.

After more than a dozen rounds, Yang Ye suddenly took a step back and followed the gun, looking like he wanted to distance the two of them and take advantage of the spear "one inch long and one inch stronger" long spear.

He roared Ermu, swung his axe with both hands, followed closely, and smashed his head towards Yang Ye. Yang Ye twisted his head back and avoided him. He also leaned halfway, and he stepped forward two steps in a row. The axe was tight and tight, approaching Yang Ye.

"Stop." Xiao Yujue shouted loudly and stepped out of the line quickly.

The pike, who raised an axe with both hands, had to stop there. The shiny spear tip was pressing against his throat. Yang Ye, who had been stepping back, suddenly used a "returning spear" and used his ultimate attack to defeat the enemy.

"We lost this battle, let's go." Xiao Yujue turned around and left immediately.

Zhu Feng remained silent and went over to carry Hao Shi's body and left the tent. Several brothers who were accompanying him followed closely behind. Several of them found a small warship and crossed the Fen River directly to the west.
Chapter completed!