Back Off, Let Me Come

As the headless corpse fell, the world seemed to be silent for a moment. Qiu Cheng's pupils shrank in shock and he smashed his fist against the wall.

There was a lot of anger.

"hateful!"

"It's really hateful!"

Everyone was silent, not daring to say anything.

What he said at this time would undoubtedly rub off on Qiu Cheng.

Winning or losing in a battle also depends on the situation.

Being beheaded in front of the battle is undoubtedly the most serious kind. One's own war drums are sluggish and morale is declining. When Qiu Cheng heard this, he was very angry. He strode towards the war drum and took the drumstick from the soldier's hand. Infuse the drumsticks and drum heads with literary spirit.

Dong dong dong dong——

A high-pitched and angry drum beat sounded.

Use literary power to forcibly boost declining morale.

This trick really works.

Qiu Cheng held the drumstick in his hand, pointed at the high-spirited Lu Jue below, and said fiercely: "Who will behead this son for me?"

"The last general invites you to fight!"

"The last general invites you to fight!"

"The last general invites you to fight!"

After Qiu Cheng finished speaking, three or four generals came out to ask for battle.

The strength of these generals is impressive.

In the past, the lowest level was a captain who could guard the garrison of a county. Some of them came here for the Qiu family's reputation, some were impressed by Qiu Cheng's sincerity and large sum of money, and some had a good relationship with him and agreed to follow him when he came forward to recruit them.

Judging from the lineup of military commanders...

This can arouse Shen Tang's envy.

For a group of generals, their faces were not glorious when their leader was beheaded by an unknown soldier in front of the battle line. Even if he doesn't care about his usual friendship, he still wants to keep Lu Jue just to wash away his shame. Qiu Cheng chose to be more conservative this time.

A burly middle-aged general was chosen.

"This battle will be left to you." Qiu Cheng said seriously.

The middle-aged military general's eyes were fierce and fierce, and he said loudly and forcefully, "The final general will definitely fulfill his mission. He will not only avenge the death of Pao Ze in battle, but also recover an interest from Thief Shen!" His younger brother led the troops not long ago. He attacked Beishang County and was beheaded.

The murderer is a young general in red and silver armor.

He had just searched around and found only one person with matching characteristics, but the person was too young and his martial aura had been completely restrained, so he couldn't tell the specific level of his martial courage. He was not sure that this person was the murderer, but he knew that the murderer was under Shen Tang's tent.

Anyone who works for Shen Tang is his enemy.

Qiu Cheng finally showed a happy face and relaxed his brows.

"Okay, okay, I will hold a banquet and serve wine for you when you return in triumph." Qiu Cheng was very confident in the middle-aged general. It turned out that Lu Jue had already fought once, and his martial energy had been consumed tremendously; secondly, his level was far inferior to others. At most ten moves will make his head fall to the ground!

"Thank you, my lord!"

The middle-aged general held his fists and accepted the order.

I saw him roaring into the sky, his voice was like a lion's roar, and the sound waves set off a strong wind, causing the flag to wave wildly.

He jumped off the city wall and didn't do anything fancy. Every time he took a step, the rising martial energy turned into armor parts in the corresponding parts. Not long after, he was possessed by a full set of martial arts armor, holding a halberd with a lion's head and dark patterns, and his aura was overwhelming.

He looked at Lu Jue with cold eyes.

Asked: "How do you want to die?"

He said a word lightly, but in Lu Jue's eyes, he saw a terrifying scene of a hundred-foot-long lion pressing down on the ground. The complete suppression of the momentum made him subconsciously shrink back his heels. But before his heels landed, his shoulders were stabilized by a firm force.

Looking back, it was...

Um, no one.

When Lu Jue came back to his senses, he realized that his temples were covered in sweat.

Shen Tang ran forward on her beloved motorcycle. The snow-white mule shook its head happily, grinning like a mean smile. One man and one mule, just right between the middle-aged general and Lu Jue. Lu Jue was sure that the power just now came from his lord, but the lord said: "Shousheng, retreat, this person is not something you can handle now..."

Shen Tang wanted to arrange those enemies with similar strength to serve as grindstones for newcomers on her side. If a few newcomers could realize the exclusive [Warrior's Intent] between life and death, the future would undoubtedly be brighter. She did not want to grind the newcomers to pieces. .

therefore--

When you have to go up, go up, and when you have to go back, go back.

The greatest advantage of Lu Jue, or the staff under Shen Tang's tent, is that they listen to advice. Listen to others' advice, eat enough, and don't act rashly. The middle-aged general did not stop Lu Jue because he was confident in his own strength and because Shen Tang was also wearing red clothes and silver armor.

Xun Ding on the city wall: "..."

I have seen people looking for shit, but I have never seen people looking for death.

If you kill Lu Jue, you will win the second game.

This guy let Lu Jue go and replaced him with the most difficult bone for his opponent. What was he thinking? Do you really think that you are that tyrannical and unreasonable Gong Xiqiu? Without even looking, Xun Ding could already predict the fate of the middle-aged general.

However, people don’t think so.

He just scanned Shen Tang's outfit with disdain.

Orthodox martial artists pursue an exaggerated and muscular body, and strong and powerful muscles are the proof of strength. Shen Tang is undoubtedly a cripple in front of him. He was not tall, his shoulders were not broad, and his appearance was not manly.

Gu Chi, who was frowning and analyzing: "..."

If it weren't for the wrong occasion, he almost laughed out loud on the spot. After enduring it again and again, I still couldn't suppress the curvature of the corners of my mouth.

Xun Zhen asked him: "Why are you laughing at the tide?"

Gu Chi replied: "Of course I am laughing at this person and seeking death."

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a talent that hits the mark so accurately.

The middle-aged military general didn't know this, so he glanced at Shen Tang with slightly squinted eyes, and then said, "Nobody, what's your name?"

Shen Tang opened his mouth and said: "Your ancestor."

The middle-aged general raised his thick eyebrows, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he rushed towards Shen Tang. However, he still suppressed his anger and sneered: "You are young, but your tone is not bad. Except for you, Who else is wearing red clothes and silver armor?"

Shen Tang was riding on the back of the motorcycle, tilting his head and thinking carefully.

Answer: "No, only your ancestor."

The middle-aged military general laughed angrily: "You are young, but you are not thin-skinned. You said that you are the only general wearing red clothes and silver armor in the thief's tent. Could it be that you have personally beheaded a ninth-level and fifth-level doctor? ? You’re not afraid of the strong wind blowing your tongue.”

Shen Tang heard something in the other party's words.

Smiling Yingying provoked: "No one believes the truth these days. Among the people I have killed, a ninth-level or fifth-level doctor is really not ranked high. Whose head are you referring to? Maybe he was born in a unique way. I still have some impressions. Also, who are you calling a thief? You are a thief if you don’t ask for it. Your lord is the one who kills people and steals food, so he should be called the ‘Autumn Thief’!”

When the middle-aged general heard this, his heart sank. His attention was completely attracted by the second sentence, and he failed to take into account the last two sentences.

If this young player didn't lie...

Was his brother really killed by this person?

No, not possible.

How could this person be so young?

But Shen Tang smiled and said: "I seem to have some impression of your face. What is your relationship with the ninth-level and fifth-level doctor who led troops to attack the granary in Beishang County that day? Is he your son or your brother? What is your relationship? Are you looking for me to reunite you?"

The wind at night was extremely cold to the bone.

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A piece of bad news, a piece of good news.

The bad news is, only half a chapter is left to be submitted.

The good news is that I finally got rid of the gas, and the hospital confinement meal was quite delicious.

Hey, I’ve been scrolling through various apps like crazy these past two days, but there’s no medicine for babies to reduce fever. Even fever-reducing patches are on pre-sale until the 15th of next month. It is expected that I will be discharged from the hospital on the 19th, but I feel more dangerous and bald with worry.