"It's a Han dog! Three men and one woman!"

The four of them were no faster than the powerful horses and were surrounded within a short time. Seeing the fierce Manchu Jurchen soldiers in front of them, they laughed loudly and glanced at themselves with naked eyes. Wang Lele felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Kill the men and leave the women!" The general in the distance heard the report and issued the order. At that moment, the four or five Manchu soldiers in front drew out their bright swords, clapped their horses and drew them up. They raised their swords and waved them over the heads of several people. Two of them, caressing the big swords,

Laughing, he grabbed Wang Lele with one hand.

Li Chengliang threw Li Zicheng onto his back, howled loudly, stepped forward, and punched a horse that rushed forward. The horse and the man flew up, and with a neigh, five or six people fell out.

Ten feet away, a big hole appeared in the horse's body, and it was bloody and bloody. It died on the spot. The cavalryman also bled from all his orifices and was shaken to death by the internal force.

He punched both men and horses to death, but Li Chengliang didn't stop. He jumped up and broke the sword of a Manchu soldier with one punch. Then he fell to the ground, grabbed the horse's legs with both hands, and lifted the entire horse and company.

They swept around fiercely and killed four or five Manchurian soldiers.

Just as Wang Zhong was about to take action, Li Chengliang had already killed six or seven people and captured two horses.

"Hurry up!" More than a dozen Manchu soldiers surrounded us, and the large troops over there quickly surrounded us.

"Li Chengliang, it turns out to be you!"

When Li Chengliang saw a dozen Manchu soldiers about to draw their bows and shoot arrows, he quickly took the snake saliva flag in his hand, shook it, and eighteen streaks of black energy flew out, and he pounced on the man.

They were all poisoned to death.

There were at least three thousand people in this army. They were surrounded and there was only one way to die. Li Chengliang and Wang Zhong seized the horses and were about to escape. Suddenly there was a roar and two generals in armor jumped up from their horses like swallows.

He passed through the clouds and rushed over. Faster than a horse, he was close in the blink of an eye.

"Ban Buer, Temu Duoduo, you know that I am Li Chengliang, but you still dare to come."

Wang Zhong saw two generals flying over. One was about forty years old, strong and sturdy, with two mustaches on his mouth. His name was Bumble. The other was younger, less than thirty, with an eagle nose.

The harrier eyes are all big braids hanging down the back of the head, which are called ironwood blossoms.

Throwing Wang Lele onto his horse, Wang Zhong took a bow, drew his iron bow, took a poisonous arrow, and shot an arrow towards Tiemu Duoduo, who was charging towards him.

Temu Duoduo let out a sneer, tapped his feet on the ground, jumped up, and hid.

The Jurchens in Manchuria have become a phenomenon. In recent years, they have been approaching Liaodong. They are burning, killing and looting. They come and go like the wind. They have joined forces with Mongolia to kill Han people. Everywhere they go, they either kill the men and keep the women, or leave the strong laborers to work as coolies.

Slave Li Chengliang sent troops to kill many times, and both sides developed hatred.

Li Chengliang recognized that the man who mounted the yellow flag this time was Daishan, the eldest son of the Manchu Lord Nurhachi, and his two generals with high martial arts skills were Banbul and Temuduoduo.

"I didn't expect that it was Li Chengliang who dared to throw himself into the trap! Mr. Fan, you have to take action yourself." At this time, Daishan, Nurhaci's eldest son, saw the cavalry surrounding him. He expected that Li Chengliang would not be able to escape, so he turned to a horseman next to him.

Tsing Yi scribe said.

Dai Shan was wearing bright armor and holding a long spear. He was younger than Wang Zhong. He looked about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was full of heroic spirit and exuded a formidable aura.

"The three great masters of the Confucian sect engaged in a battle with the old monk from Montenegro in the city of Hetuala. Who among the world's warriors wouldn't want to come and see it? Li Chengliang was dismissed from the post of Commander-in-Chief of Liaodong Army, which is no longer a cause for concern. However, he is a descendant of the Mohist family, and I heard that he has a book on his body.

Lu Ban Shu is very useful to obtain. It is also good to capture it! As long as the old immortal wins this time, the master will declare himself the Khan of Heaven and fight against the Ming Dynasty!" The scribe in green named Mr. Fan stared at the field, took a look, and

Keep an eye on Wang Zhong.

"Who is this person? No, it's the Sanyin Demon-Slaying Sword!"

Suddenly there was green energy in the field. It turned out that Wang Zhong saw Temu Duoduo rushing up and tried his martial arts with one arrow. He quickly used the Sanyin Demon Killing Sword. The black knife rolled and dozens of Manchu soldiers surrounding him were hacked to death on the spot.

, Temu Duoduo barely escaped with his life.

Wang Zhong and Li Chengliang had already gone out to fight, galloping their horses. Wang Lele was extremely skilled in riding, so he took Wang Zhong and ran away.

Mr. Fan's expression changed, he raised his sleeves, and a blue light flew out, "Go!"

"Why are there so many flying swords!" Wang Zhong was riding on his horse, with his back facing backward to prevent the opponent's cold arrows. Suddenly he saw a green light approaching, and he was shocked.

"Fan Wencheng is actually in the army! This is his Tianyou Sword!" Li Chengliang was shocked when he saw it. He quickly shook the snake saliva flag, and black energy burst out.

Fan Wencheng laughed and pointed with his hand. He saw that the Tianyou Sword was cultivated from the Confucian sect's awe-inspiring righteousness. It was extremely powerful and was not afraid of filth. With just one stroke, the dragon and snake were caught off guard and the black energy was scattered in all directions.

Fan Wencheng is a descendant of the great Confucian Fan Zhongyan, and the Tianyou Sword means "worrying about the world's worries first".

As soon as they stopped, a large group of cavalry came around and blocked the way! Everyone set up their bows and arrows and took aim.

Wang Zhong looked at the entanglement between Koutian Youjian and the Snake Saliva Flag, and was blocked in front of him. He was thinking about his way out. Suddenly, a rolling voice came from the sky, "Fan Wencheng, you dare to show off your little tricks."

A blood-red light fell, three feet long, surrounded by five-colored clouds.

This blood-red light intercepted the clear light of the Tianyou Sword, and with a twist, Fan Wencheng suddenly trembled all over, his face turned pale, and he desperately took the Tianyou Sword back.

"Five Clouds Blood Slaying Sword! You are Xi Kongtong Yelu Jingwen!"

Wang Zhong looked around and saw no one. Only the Five Clouds Blood Slaying Sword was jumping in the air, and a voice came from the sword, "It's me, Li Chengliang hurt my disciple Wei Zhongxian, let me deal with it.

Do you dare to meddle in other people’s business?”

The five-colored clouds on the sword began to evaporate, and in a blink of an eye they condensed into the shape of an old man with a gloomy face, floating and uncertain between reality and illusion.

"This old devil's soul has escaped and attached itself to the sword to show off. Brother, hurry up and send people to search for this old devil's body within two hundred miles. This old devil's soul has just been transformed. When he escapes, his body will lose consciousness.

If he hides it somewhere, it will be fine if he destroys it. I am holding him back, and with the prestige of the old immortal from Montenegro, this old devil does not dare to kill him." Fan Wencheng secretly winked at Dai Shan.
Chapter completed!