Chapter 12 Blood Knife Kills the Tiger

However, at this moment, there was a rapid footsteps around him, and then there was a loud shout, and a wind rushed over his head.

Su Yong opened his eyes slightly and saw a figure passing over his body, waving a steel knife and cutting at Mutoru.

This figure is not strange, and Su Yong soon found that it was his teammate Yan Qing.

"No!" He shouted loudly.

But it's too late.

Na Mutoru just turned the knife light, and the blurred knife light deviated slightly from the direction and cut to Yan Qing.

With a crisp sound, the steel knife in Yan Qing's hand immediately flew out of his hand and popped more than ten meters before it was inserted into the ground. The machete did not diminish. It hit Yan Qing, and there was a dull sound.

Then Su Yong on the ground was covered with a pool of blood in the sky!

"No!" He shouted loudly, and he didn't know where the power came from. He turned over and rushed out and picked up the blood knife.

When he got the blood knife, the familiar feeling suddenly appeared in his heart. It seemed that as soon as he put his finger on the handle of the knife, he caught hope, and an unspeakable self-confidence immediately rose.

But this power of self-confidence is far less than the anger in my heart at this moment!

At this moment, Yan Qing, who was cut in two pieces, fell right in front of him. He saw that Yan Qing's wide eyes were still open!

Damn it, you, you son of a bitch! Su Yong shouted and cut it out with a knife in both hands!

The blood knife danced a gorgeous blood light, and the red sword spirit on the blade appeared again, like a blood rainbow rising on the ground!

Mutoru smiled contemptuously. At this time, his machete had fallen to the ground. He hurriedly raised the handle of the knife and faced the blood light.

The eight-foot-long handle has a thick and small arm, which is made of tungsten. If you knock it out, you can smash the other party and spit blood!

However, as soon as he raised his arms, there was a crisp sound, and then his arms were light, and the power from all his muscles suddenly fell into the air!

He looked down in astonishment and saw that the arm-thick handle on his machete had been cut off by the other party. The blood light did not drop, and he was cutting quickly to his lower abdomen.

How is this possible? Mutoru can't care so much. A little under his feet, his body has been vertically out!

Unfortunately, it is still a little slower.

Although the blood knife is not close to him, the hazy sword spirit has broken his leather armor and cut into his lower abdomen!

With a force on Mutolu's toes, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his lower body, and the strength reached his waist and could no longer support it. He hung his head again at a loss, only to find that his abdomen was constantly spraying and ejaculating blood. On the slowly expanding wound, some intestinal organs are constantly flowing out!

His last toes accelerated his pain, and the force rushed to his waist, but his waist had been cut off. As a result, the lower body bounced up, but the upper body itself had fallen back!

And Su Yong also exhausted all his strength after wielding this knife. His consciousness gradually blurred, and finally hit the ground with a bang.

It's just that the blood knife is still tightly held in my hand.

At the moment before the coma, he seemed to hear the Yanmeng people in front of him shouting and rushing towards him, and someone behind him shouted "Su Dutou!" Then there was the rapid sound of horses' hoofs...

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Su Yong woke up after three hours. Looking at the slightly yellow light in the tent, he had a warm feeling in his heart.

Life is so beautiful. It's good to live!

But how can Su Yong be happy to think of Yan Qing's death to save himself?

"Su Du woke up!" When he heard Zhao Gu's shouting, he couldn't help turning his head and smiling at him.

When he turned his head, he found that there were already a lot of people around him. The generals in the Black Cyclone Column were almost full of camp tents, and the Silver Dragon Army commander named Iron Bull was also there.

There is a strong breath at the head of the bed. He turned his head again with difficulty and found that it was the yellow-robed general.

"Su Dutou, Yan Qing..." As soon as Zhao Gu's voice came out, Sun Shangwu beside him patted him on the shoulder: "Stop it."

Several soldiers around him were all companions in the original team, and they sobbed when they heard the words.

Su Yong was also in tears. He half stood up and choked in a low voice, "He is to save me..."

Several soldiers around him stretched out their big hands and held his hand tightly.

"Su Du doesn't have to be sad. It's his blessing that Yan Qing can save you.

Zhao Gu and others have been his teammates since he joined the army. Although it has not been a long time, they have gone through many tests, and their friendship is comparable to brothers.

At this moment, when everyone heard Zhao Gu say this, everyone burst into tears.

"Don't say that," Su Yong suddenly sat up and said with a straight face, "You have to remember that life is the most important thing for a person, and it is never worth giving up your life for a person!" If Yan Qing dies for me, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life. Even if you avenge him, this debt can't be paid off!"

Su Yong, from later generations, is used to the scene of mutual use and looks at the selfish face. When Yan Qing died for him, the infinite grief and indignation in his heart not only made him give him a brilliant knife, but also gave his heart a huge shock.

In this world, human nature is so simple and simple. Who would have expected that a taciturn comrade-in-arms would die to save himself?

There is no doubt that Yan Qing knows the huge gap between his strength and the other party, but he still desperately exchanges his life for a trace of vitality. What kind of spirit is this?

The yellow robe sighed, and then nodded without saying anything. But he knew that after this battle, the hearts of the Black Cyclone team members were firmly condensed together.

If several people are killed or injured in exchange for such an achievement, it will be worth it.

After all, it was Sun Shangwu, a veteran, who came to his senses first, stretched out his big hand full of callus and pressed Su Yong's hand: " boss, you killed Mutoru, one of the three tigers of Yanmeng, which is unparalleled. Look, the lord of the city guard of Dragon Wing City came to see you specially!"

The general of Huang Pao smiled and looked at Su Yong's face without surprise. He couldn't help smiling bitterly and said, "Have you seen it?"

Su Yong said lightly, "In addition to the leader of Longyi City, who else dares to point out General Xiao Changfeng on the tower?"

Long Yi led Zhan Kuang Lan and laughed and said, "Brother Su's eyes are really bright, and they are extremely human. Previously, I heard that the battle of Phoenix was also the surprise attack of the Su brothers, which relieved the siege. I didn't expect Commander Yan to send you here. This is really a blessing of dragon wings!"

Su Yong smiled modestly and said, "Lord Zhan, don't laugh. I, Su Yong, have only been in the army for more than a month. How can I use troops? All this happened by chance. The blind cat met a dead mouse. How could it be worthy of Lord Zhan to say so?

Su Yong didn't lie about this. In his previous life, although he loved the military and had seen Sun Tzu's Art of War several times, it was just a piece of paper talk. It was completely different from this real sword and gun war.

Apart from the common sense factor of observing the right time and place, he is a real military white.

"What a blind cat meets a dead mouse!" Zhan Kuanglan laughed and said, "In my opinion, I'm afraid that few of those pretentious generals have the heart of the Su brothers! You said that everything was just a coincidence, but I don't think anyone can make such a coincidence!"

There was a burst of laughter in the camp, but the sadness of losing my comrade-in-arms was diluted.

At this moment, a fierce silver helmet general rushed in and shouted, "Go away! Which one is Su Yong? Which one is Su Yong?"

The black whirlwind people couldn't help but be furious. Sun Shangwu shouted, "Who are you? What's the matter with us?"

Captain Tie Niu next to him hesitated for a moment and whispered, "That's Du Zifeng, the deputy general of General Xiao Changfeng of our Silver Dragon Army."

Du Zifeng snorted, pushed away Sun Shangwu, who was in front of him, and shouted, "Call that boy out!" Our General Xiao Changfeng fought with the Yanmeng people. What did he come to join in the fun? What is the reason why this boy came to ruin our general's reputation in our dignified decisive battle?

Damn, are you a dignified decisive battle? When you fight like this, you don't know who will die in the end? Everyone couldn't help but be furious.

Which one is this? I helped you win the battle, but did you care about dogs and mice?

When Zhao Gu saw his eldest grandson Shangwu being pushed to the ground by him, he couldn't help rushing over angrily: "What the hell did you say? How dare you do it?"

Zhao Gu was young and came fiercely. Although Du Zifeng was stronger than him, he pushed back four or five steps in a row. He staggered before he stood firm. In anger, he pulled out a sword and pointed to Zhao Gu and shouted, "Are you fucking looking for death?"

Dragon Wing Commander Zhan Kuanglan was about to come forward, but a gust of wind passed before they met, and Su Yong had grabbed the blood knife and rushed over.