Chapter 53 Three Emperor

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The king and Alatancang stood side by side. One of them was tall, strong and burly, with white hair dancing wildly; the other was thin but muscular, and the bright silver lock armor on his body made him look like a sharp knife. Both of them maintained a high alert and stared at the figure approaching them step by step in front of them. The king licked his dry lips excitedly. The sweet smell of blood oozing from his lips made the king's mind blurred, leaving only a slow fighting spirit. He was eager to cut the knife in his hand into his eyes. In the former warrior's white armor - he had not forgotten the humiliation of turning in the hands of this terrible enemy when he had not forgotten Yining City. He stretched out his left hand and stroked the sword wound on his chest from his right shoulder collarbone to his left abdomen. It was the first time he had been injured since he came to Mengyang...

In fact, the battle between the two in Yining City did not determine the winner. If it hadn't been for the delusion of secretly intercepting the king and General Zhentian in the middle of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the two would have fought in the dark. But the king's dignity makes him unable to forgive himself for hurting himself in the hands of others. He is the king of China, the most powerful man in the whole grassland. Wherever he goes, everyone will kneel under his horse and call him the 'supreme king'. How can you tolerate being injured in the hands of a Mengyang person?

This decision to attack Mengyang is also looking forward to another decisive battle with General Zhentian of Mengyang. The days of seeking defeat alone in the vast grassland are too long. As he grows older, the blood in his veins is getting colder and colder, and he is eager to find a comparable person to rekindle the enthusiasm in his body...

The king's muscles were tight, * was lifted by him and horizontally on his chest. His amber eyes shone like a wolf, his pupils shrank into a point, and his eyes became more and more sharp. His thick legs were half bent, and his outer calf muscles were protruding, full of explosive power, as if he would jump up at any time and dive down like a giant eagle and tear up the enemy's neck. His bull-strong waist bent low, and his eyes were domineering.

Alatan retreated silently. He held a bow in his left hand and touched a beetail arrow in his right hand. He could pull a full bow and shoot arrows at any time. This series of movements were already familiar to him. The front part of the falcon-shaped forehead of his forehead is the falcon's mouth with curved hooks. The cold light is compelling, and the deep eyes under the forehead are cold. No one can guarantee whether the deep falcon leader will suddenly take action... But at the moment the falcon leader takes action, everything has become a foregone conclusion, and his agat tongue bow will never Losing his head... It will undoubtedly be a terrible threat for him to stand aside like that.

General Ye Mingshan's swords were shaking and buzzing. Seeing this powerful king, he was also full of ecstasy, which had nothing to do with the hatred of the empire. He was just the desire of a warrior to compete with each other when he met his opponent... Maybe as the king said If they are not enemies of different camps, they will definitely become friends, which may be the reason why the king rescued themselves under the arrows of the Mid-Autumn Festival!

But another thing, please struggle to climb out like a demon and bite the general's reason fiercely - Yuanhong, his own Yuanhong, died in the hands of the person in front of him... Every time he thinks of this, the general will feel cold regret and drown him fiercely. Why himself At that time, would he agree that Ye Yuanhong would take 3,000 light riders to be a pioneer? Three thousand people's light riding is nothing in front of Chi Nasi's magnificent horse! Maybe the child was lively at that time, and his red face with excitement infected him! Didn't you long to cross the battlefield with powerful warriors when you were young? So he easily promised Yuanhong to give him 3,000 light rides...

Some things that are wrong are regrets of life. Maybe the general will live in the nightmare of regret in the future.

In a moment, the crazy anger devoured the last trace of reason in the general's heart. More than ten steps away from the king, he suddenly jumped, which was an amazing height. The moon-white armor was dazzling under the surrounding firelight, like a dazzling sun in midair, but the light from the cold armor was not as warm as the sun. It's chilly.

Before the king could react, the dark Zhanlu sword and the heavy mountain straight knife were cut on the five feet* in front of the king's chest. With the momentum of jumping down, the king could not control his figure and staggered back a few steps. Looking up, the knife ridge of * was cut out two gaps, and the king only felt that his arm was shaken and numb. His eyes narrowed. At that time, when he was in Yining City, Yemingshan fought with himself with both hands and swords, but he didn't expect that this time he would suddenly take action without even saying hello. The king looked at Ye Mingshan's eyes, and his starry eyes were not bright, as if all the light sources were sucked in by those deep eyes, but in those eyes The murderous intention was extremely real. The king smiled in a low voice and whispered, "This is good..."

After Ye Mingshan cut off with one blow, he quickly turned around and rushed again. The straight knife in his left hand obliquely swept towards the king's head, and the Zhanlu sword in his right hand stabbed the king's lower abdomen like a poisonous dragon - it was the simplest and most direct and most lethal way to play! The arms danced continuously, and each blow was full of murderous intent. During the blades, sparks splashed, leaving no room for breathing and turning! The king has no doubt that if he breathes a little relief, the powerful blade will cut off his knife and cut into his body!

The king has always thought that the martial arts of southerners is a so-called 'orthodox martial arts' composed of one move or a set of coherent movements, which is an elegant, pleasing but elegant martial arts! This kind of martial arts is big and gentle, and there is a mixture of benevolence between his murderous moves. However, the martial arts of these barbarians are incompetent. They are born with their hands and come out according to their hearts, and there are no rules to follow. This is an attack move that only seeks purpose but not beauty. It is better to say that it is a method of slaughtering chickens and dogs. Because he only pays attention to killing, and he will kill if he takes action, not for fancy. Of course, it is also a way of fighting only for practical results, without any value of appreciation. Their martial arts practice methods are also different from the previous one, which can only find experience in cruel fighting and come up with the strongest killing move. This is also the fundamental reason why the Chinas people's amazing combat power!

But the moves used by this noble and elegant general Zhentian are more barbaric and domineering than their Chi Naisi people's moves. A pair of swords are wide open and closed, and there is no rules, but the momentum is endless, just like when the flood broke out in their widest Ririna River in the far north. The scene is unstoppable and cannot be defended. The king has been in a defensive disadvantage since he was robbed by General Zhentian just now. Maybe he is really old and his arm holding the knife is a little sore.

More than ten steps away, Alatancang's eyes became more and more gloomy. He saw the king's disadvantage. The king should have suppressed the momentum of General Zhentian with Chi Nasi's violent knife skill from the beginning, but it was all destroyed by the jumping down of Ye Mingshan and lost step by step! His heart was raised for the king, and even a bee tail had been pulled out of the arrowhead at his waist. His sharp eyes like eagles stared at the two people fighting together. He had planned in his heart that as long as the king was in danger, he would not hesitate to send this arrow into the heart of the general...

The warriors who fought fiercely around them avoided this area one after another. They did not dare to invade the murderous atmosphere of the king and the general, in their eyes. These two are the dyke that is on the verge of collapse. In front of these two people, they dare not dare to do anything, as if the dike will collapse if they move a little, and the torrent that accumulates a lot of power will swallow them in an instant... Such people can only worship and can't compare with each other!

The sword passed by with a whistling sound, and the king's face rose along the knife. The wide spine and straight knife brushed the tip of his nose, and even felt the cold air on the back of the knife, as well as the smell of blood and dirt accumulated in the gap of the knife. The king's hair also fluttered with the rise of his head, and the straight knife neatly cut off a wisp of messy hair and floated It fluttered down! The king will not doubt that if he moves slowly, his head will fall with that wisp of hair... This has never happened before! He is the most powerful man on the grassland. Is he so unbearable in the land of Mengyang?

The king roared angrily, like an angry lion, and the roar made the ears of the people around him buzz and almost dizzy. General Zhentian's momentum suddenly stopped, and under such a violent roar, he couldn't restrain himself! The momentum of the sword with both hands was blocked in an instant. At the moment when the momentum was interrupted, the king waved a huge circular arc with one arm in his right hand and cut it fiercely to the general's waist. As long as this knife was cut, he could even cut open the moon white armor on General Zhentian's body and cut his life in the waist... But if Mengyang is hall It's too ridiculous for the general to die like this...

The general's straight knife quickly blocked his waist, but the king's power was so powerful that the heavy five feet* actually smashed the straight knife, like being hit by a rhinoceros horn around his waist. The general was swept away far before he slowed down. The king's tiger leaped and waved his hand. His blade cut to the left side of the general's loss of the straight knife. He calculated that the sword in the general's right hand was too late to return. Even if he could make it, the chopping on the left side of his right hand would be very lame and difficult to exert his strength, and his vertical split could definitely crush the general's sword together...

This is a chance for the king to kill. He wants to end the battle with this blow, because his breathing has become short... The soreness of his arm is getting stronger and stronger.

The general's body has not yet stood upright. He saw the blade hanging on his back with a strong wind. Indeed, his left hand, which lost the straight knife, could not resist the knife, and the king just caught his dead corner... This is a must-kill death, at least for most people... And the general Even the few 'unexpected' people! There was no panic between his eyebrows, and the right wrist holding the sword shook. Zhan Lujian was handed to his left hand during the small movements. The general held the sword with his backhand, and the blade accurately held the domineering knife, but the king's knife was so powerful that the general couldn't control it and was pressed down to kneel down!

The king was a little surprised and pressed down with more force. The general held the sword in his backhand and resisted with strength. He knew that if he relaxed a little, the king's heavy * would split his life into two pieces!

No one knows how much strength they used between them. What's more shocking is the king. He stood upright, split the knife with his condescending hands and cut down his weight together. The general knelt on the ground to support him, supported his right hand, and his left hand held a sword in his backhand to compete with him! How can he not be shocked? His admiration for General Zhentian is getting deeper and deeper! Mengyang's heroes can't be underestimated, or Mengyang never lacks heroes!

He can't see any feelings on the general's face. He is calm and profound. He can't see the depth from the peaceful face, just like facing a bottomless hole... He doesn't know what terrible power will burst out the next moment...

The two were so stiff, and a cold light flashed in the deep eyes of Alatan's eyes, and his face was extremely murderous. He had been holding the bee tail arrow in his hand on the dragon tongue bow in the blink of an eye. His slender but clearly outlined arms instantly pulled the bow, full of bows like the moon and arrows like flying rainbows!

The king roared in a low voice, "Alatancang, what are you going to do?" The pressure between words is greater!

Alatancang didn't seem to hear the king's words, and Zhang Man's bow had been raised to the front! But his focus is not on the kings and generals, but on a place behind them! I only heard the sound of horses' hoofs slowly walking in. The king and the general looked together and saw a middle-aged warrior in fiery red paint armor looking at them coldly. The warrior's hair was meticulous, although it was mixed with spotted white hair, but it gave people a lion-like majesty! The most eye-catching eyes are the samurai's eyes, which seem to be burning charcoal-like eyes, dazzling! The horses under the warrior's mane are flattering like a flag, wild and domineering!

The charcoal-like eyes stared at the stalemate king and general, with an unfathomable expression on his face!

The general's heart sank to the bottom like a fall. His lips opened gently and he said silently, "Shen Gulan..."