44. Kuzhu Temple ambush II

Outside the back mountain Zhike Hall, the swordsmanships were drawn. A group of people from Yanhuai were surrounded by Zhao Ze's big army and had retreated to the steps, and there was no way to escape.

Yang Wenguang pulled out his sword from his waist and pointed to Yan Huai.

"Come here, Yang will accompany you for a hundred rounds"

Yan Huai shook his head and said, "You don't have to pretend to be a good person. If you want to kill him, just kill him. Yan has no regrets."

Yang Wenguang said, "Yan Huai, I think you are a man. I want to have two moves with you, but I also look up to you. Do you really want to be shot to death by a crossbow like this?"

Yanhuai had to tighten his teeth and glared. For a long time, he sneered and said, "Okay, okay, live for the sword and die for the sword. Yan only knows that he will definitely die on the battlefield in this life and didn't expect it to come so quickly."

"Come here"

Yang Wenguang motioned to dodge left and right and watched the battle. He walked alone with his sword to the open space in front of the steps and stood with his swords and eyes. The wind blew from the two martial artists. His calm expression was the same, and only the pride in his chest was raised. In fact, their hearts were as calm as water.

It's just a desire to kill the enemy.

Suddenly, Yang Wenguang shouted, "Look at the sword!"

The sword in the palm of his hand stabbed out in an instant and took Yanhuai's throat. Yanhuai looked at the right time and raised his knife to greet him. The sword stabbed the surface of the knife, splashed a few sparks, and then a huge force hit him, hitting his body like a heavy fist, forcing Yanhuai to take a few steps back to stand firm.

"What a powerful opponent" Yan Huai shouted in his heart, and then he made a move.

"Look at the knife"

The thick-backed machete shook gently, got rid of the shackles of the sword, and slashed Yang Wenguang's left shoulder with the momentum of thunder. Yang Wenguang dodged and jumped up and fought back. A sword light fell from the air. Yanhuai stood up with the knife. In the blink of an eye, the two blades hit each other and made 21 moves in an instant.

Yang Wenguang's recruitment is fatal, and the Yanhuai style is compelling. It's really a fierce tiger meets Jiaolong, and the wrestler meets heroes, which is difficult to solve.

Yang Wenguang's body is extremely fast. The more brave he is in the Vietnam War. The rise and fall of the sword, he can add fists and feet. Yanhuai is not the master of vegetarians. Over the years, the training in the army has made his knife skills perfect. The fighting in the army is to kill with one blow. The moves are not fixed. He can also do it, but he is not as good as Yang Wenguang, but Yan Huai knew the art of sumo, and Yang Wenguang's fists and feet didn't do anything to him.

He suddenly felt that he was very tired, very tired, maybe he was tired, maybe he was physically.

When fighting, Yang Wenguang said, "Yanhuai, you are old. You really shouldn't go to this muddy water."

Yanhuai was silent for a moment, then frowned and scolded, "There is no good thing to be an official. Grandpa fought against Liaogou's blood at the border the year before last. This year, he was domineing and generous and paid empty salary. It's hard to tolerate if you don't kill him. You are not a good person to help him."

Yang Wenguang stepped up his offensive, put his sword against the other party's blade, forced Yan Huai under a bodhi tree, and scolded angrily, "Don't look down on people. People in the world are not all bad people. Otherwise, what should you say when you rebel and plunder the people from Yizhou? If you have the ability to kill the Khitan dog, what kind of man is fighting in the nest?"

"Fuck you"

The blue veins on the back of Yanhuai's hand burst, and his waist and back exerted strength, which shocked Yang Wenguang back several steps.

Then, he ran out quickly and swept around with a knife in his hands. This skill of breaking the knife was a killing move, but Yang Wenguang didn't want to fight with him anymore.

"Good to come, look at Grandpa's means"

Yang Wenguang leveled the sword, squatted down and ran out quickly. In the blink of an eye, the two bumped into each other again. The swords were combined, and the harsh sound sounded.

The sword is broken, and the knife flies...

Yang Wenguang punched Yan Huai's chest fiercely. Yan Huai punched Yang Wenguang at the same time. The two were punched by each other at the same time and fell in the opposite direction.

"Lord Yang" soldiers shouted anxiously, because they saw Yang Wenguang spitting blood.

But Yanhuai is not.

Yanhuai knelt on one knee in pain and supported it bitterly, covered his chest and gasped.

The same is true of Yang Wenguang, but he is very young and can stand up and walk over.

"You lost, Yanhuai. If you want to die, you can break it now. If you want to live, just hang up. I think you are a man. I can help you." Yang Wenguang pulled out a dagger from his arms and threw it to the ground.

"You choose!"

After saying that, Yang Wenguang turned around and left there.

Yanhuai stared at the dagger on the ground, as if life was disappearing and slowly disappearing. Maybe the pain will be very short-lived.

But will it really be short-lived?

He couldn't imagine, because many comrades in the army said it was very painful before they died. No one said it didn't hurt at all. Is it because Liaogou's sword poisonous? Or is your own knife very clean?

Yanhuai touched the dagger on the ground and cut it to his neck. The blade was so fast that he touched the skin and felt cool.

That's the feeling of death, that's murder.

Before Yang Wenguang turned around and returned to this array, the crossbowmen around him had been very nervous, because they were afraid that the anti-thief would take action behind his back. In that case, they would shoot arrows and kill all these people here, blood for blood, and tooth for tooth. This is the rule of the army.