"If you use floods to deal with us, then I will use the fire to return this favor to you!"

The flames reflected a burly figure. He appeared on the command ship of the Xia Tang Navy. At this moment, the fire was burning behind him, and a red color reflected his iron-red face.

Yong Wuya stared at the man standing at the stern of the boat, looking a little familiar. With his memory, he quickly remembered that he had dealt with this person before. He had previously taken the vanguard of the Tang Shui Shishi to attack Huazhou City, but he was stopped by this person using cold water to pour the city walls. Then he came up with the idea of ​​directly destroying Huazhou City with the help of heavy rain and floods. The two of them had completely formed a bond.

"General Yang, we finally met."

"We only won once before, but now it's the third game. Whoever wins is the real winner!"

"Okay, I will do my best to win this time!"

Yang Zhong took out a long halberd from behind like a magic trick, which was the fire-spot gold that had been accompanying him. He turned his wrist and aimed at Yong Wuya, and set off a stance to compete for the top and bottom.

Yong Wuya laughed, "As the head coach of the first army, the main thing is to use tactics to command the soldiers under his command to fight, like using arms and fingers, rather than simply being brave and fierce. But even if you put aside all strategies, planning, military tactics, and simply fighting, you are not my opponent."

"You're right, so I didn't plan to fight alone this time!" Yang Zhong also laughed. Although he said that, Yong Wuya did not see other enemies appear. Whether this man was using fraud or just trying to scare himself, Yong Wuya had no intention of calculating, as long as he could capture Yang Zhong alive.

The fire point gold became particularly shining under the light of the fire. Yang Zhong rushed up just by step. The long halberd had already cut through Qingkong and pierced into Yong Wuya's body. To be precise, it was not Yong Wuya's body, but the cloak behind him. The black cloak was poked like a weapon and pierced into the hull.

Before the long halberd was completely pierced into the hull, Yang Zhong's body had already turned with the weapon. He left the ground and supported his entire body with the help of his arm. He jumped up from the spot and turned over to the top of the ship, which also allowed him to escape the disaster.

Standing on the top of the boat, Yang Zhong turned around and looked at the deck. All he could see was a shocking wound on the deck. This wound was too deep, and even the inside of the cabin under the deck was vaguely visible.

It was indeed amazing! Yang Zhong was finally a little scared at this time. As long as he was slower, his head would be different. It seemed that the news about Xuan Shaoning was indeed correct! Yang Zhong looked at Yong Wuya who was standing on the side of the ship.

Yong Wuya was covered in black armor, and a black pattern appeared on the side of his right face. Yang Zhong didn't care much. What he cared about the most was Yong Wuya's weapon. This was a combination of a horse spear and a sickle, and the whole body was shining with a black and white luster. Because the whole body was covered with black and white, each circle of color was as wide as a palm. The color was unified at the position of the sickle head, and all turned black, but Yang Zhong always felt that blood red was hidden in the darkness.

Yang Zhong's legs took a step back slightly, and in an instant he lost Yong Wujia's figure. At the same time, he also expected the danger to come. Based on his past experience in fighting, his first reaction was that his weakest behind him, so Yang Zhong quickly turned around and pulled out his long halberd to deal with it regardless of the situation. Unfortunately, his guess was wrong this time, and there was still no one behind him at this moment.

No! Yang Zhong's body turned around several times in a row and fell from the top of the boat. Fortunately, he had a long halberd leaning against him and did not fall directly. However, the pain from the soles of his feet on both sides made him look at his feet.

Yang Zhong raised one of his feet tremblingly and saw that the bottom of his boots had cracked. The white cloth socks inside could be seen from the cracks. The originally white cloth socks gradually penetrated the white cloth socks. Yang Zhong didn't dare to look anymore. He already knew that the soles of his feet were not seriously injured this time. Yong Wuya's weapon was too sharp, and he could even cut his feet after cutting the top of the ship.

Yong Wuya was standing on the top of the ship at this moment, and in just a moment, the two of them changed their positions. Yang Zhong looked up at Yong Wuya on the top of the ship. The injury on his foot was likely to make Yang Zhong unable to stand firm in the next battle, but he could never show it. He had to deceive Yong Wuya, so that he could still have a glimmer of life.

"Why do you have to force it, General Yang?" Yong Wuya's voice came from the top of the ship, and it sounded a little similar to someone. Who is it? By the way, it was Long Wen, the voice of the cold eunuch. "The longer you get hurt, the longer you drag your feet, the more serious you get. You can still pretend now. Believe me, you will be affected even after just one stick of incense."

Yang Zhong knew that Yong Wuya was right, and the pain in the soles of his feet had been spreading to his mind one after another along the meridians. Damn, this guy was too cunning. The first move was to hurt his feet. After that, the battle obviously had an advantage. How should he deal with it? Yang Zhong didn't plan to rub his mouth any longer. He kept staring at Yong Wuya without even daring to blink. This person's skill was too fast and he would disappear in front of him in the blink of an eye.

It was precisely because of this that Yang Zhong found that the black pattern on Yong Wuya's side face seemed to have increased and thickened. At this time, he could not control the enemy's tattoos. No matter what kind of tattoo it was, it was not as important as the battle.

But the soles of his feet were so painful. Yang Zhong really couldn't stand steadily. Although he barely stood up against the long spear, after a while, Yang Zhong could feel the warmth of the soles of his feet. This feeling was like blood was soaking in his shoes and socks and flowing out along the crack. Yang Zhong forced himself not to look down, but he couldn't help it. This feeling was too real and too tormenting. He just moved the soles of his feet gently, and the sticky feeling became even more obvious.

A drop of sweat rolled down Yang Zhong's forehead, and happened to roll over his eyelashes. Yang Zhong's eyes couldn't bear it anymore. One of his eyes immediately blinked. It was just like this that Yong Wuya disappeared from his sight again.

Oh no! Yang Zhong couldn't get up any longer, so he could only retreat until he leaned back on the side of the ship. Then he only felt a hole breaking in the side of the ship near him, and he fell in the opposite direction, and then he saw Yong Wuya appear at his feet.

"General Yang, you can actually take a good look at your foot injury. If you don't look at it, you won't have the chance to look at it again in the future." Yong Wuya looked at Yang Zhong with a grin. Yang Zhong only felt that the black lines had become very obvious on Yong Wuya's face, which was so obvious that it spread from one side to the mountain root, and it was about to cross the mountain root to the other cheek.

Sweat rolled down Yang Zhong's face one after another, and soon wet his front. He gasped and said, "I know my injuries myself, and I don't need you to remind you. What you should pay attention to is your own situation!"

"Hahaha!" Yong Wuya laughed louder, and he said, "Do you know what the lines on my face are? I can tell you that once I enter the battle, these lines will appear on my face, and the more intense the battle is, these lines will become more obvious and occupy more positions on my cheeks, until these lines completely cover my face. Do you know what will happen?"

"I don't want to know!" Yang Zhong suddenly stabbed the long halberd. Such a trick was unexpected. Although it was a bit unexpected, please dodge it lightly.

Yong Wuya had just stood firm and wanted to ridicule Yang Zhong, but unexpectedly his ankle hurt. He quickly turned around and saw a person rolling away from his feet to the deck. When did this person appear? Why didn't he feel someone approaching at all? What weapon did he use to hurt himself? For a moment, a series of thoughts came out to make Yong Wuya look at the person who took action and hurt him more seriously.

The man got up after a few times and looked very young. He held a long sword that was the same black body in his hand. The characteristic of this sword was that the blade was square and had a very different appearance from most swords in the world. It must have been this sword that cut Yong Wuya's ankle.

"You'd better look at your ankles too! You may not be in serious injuries at this time, but I promise that after a stick of incense you will experience the pain caused by this injury." The young man said in a tone of Yong Wuya.

"Oh? Then I really have to wait and see if it's really what you said!" Yong Wuya deliberately turned his ankle, but when he moved, the pain in his ankle immediately made his face twitch.

"No need to force it, I don't expect someone to say that I won't win!"

"Young man, I'm not too angry, let me know you too!"
Chapter completed!