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Chapter Ninety-Five: Risking Your Life, The Battlefield Is Blurred

Wen Chou showed no fear when facing the five generals. He saw him dancing wildly with his broadsword, completely defending his body. No matter what moves the enemy generals used, Wen Chou could always stretch out his weapon at the right moment to block them.

The soldiers of Shanggu formed their own battle formations. Under the leadership of low-level officers, they were divided into groups and mixed in various corners. At this time, they were equivalent to a machine that only knew how to kill but did not know pain. I saw a soldier's sword cut across the side of Xianbei.

His throat was cut, but another Xianbei opened a long wound on his stomach. Intestines mixed with mucus gushed out from the wound, hanging outside with a faint heat. The soldier only frowned slightly, as if he was not the one who was injured.

Like this, he picked up his sword and continued fighting. Looking at another place, the same Shanggu soldier was cut by Xianbei, but the wound was different, on the throat. As we all know, cutting the throat means death. The soldier opened his mouth,

He made a "ho ho" sound from his mouth as if pulling a windshield, and his eyes began to slowly wander. The moment he fell down on his horse, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he jumped up and threw the Xianbei in front of him off the horse.

This situation happened in more than one place. At this time, the Shanggu soldiers were an out-and-out machine. Their eyes glowed red, and their faces flashed with violence. They didn't know the pain, they just moved forward and tore apart the enemy in front of them.

crack.

Unknowingly, Wen Chou had fought fifty rounds with the enemy generals. The five generals of Xianbei tried their best, using swords, guns and sticks one after another, and they became more and more cooperative. However, Wen Chou had been fighting for a long time and had exhausted a lot of physical strength. Now he showed even more weakness. Only

It was seen that the speed with which he drew the sword was far from as fast as it was at the beginning, and he was slowly falling into a disadvantage.

After crossing the ten, Wen Chou was breathing heavily, and the arm holding the knife was trembling slightly due to exhaustion.

"Haha... The enemy general is at the end of his strong bow!!!" The five Xianbei generals looked at Wen Chou's performance, their faces full of excitement, and they drew their swords much faster. I saw a Xianbei general stabbing out a long spear in his hand, until

Wen Chou's neck. Wen Chou roared and raised his knife to block it.

"When..." The weapons collided, making a rapid and loud sound of gold and iron.

"Hey!!!" General Xianbei did not withdraw his weapon. He only heard him grunt, and suddenly exerted force, pressing Wen Chou's sword down a few inches.

The second wave of power caught Wen Chou off guard, and he hurriedly gathered strength to knock away the enemy general's spear. Because of this obstacle, Bu Dugen seized the flaw and slashed out with his sword, reaching the ultimate speed and heading straight for Wen Chou's waist.

At that time, Wen Chou's weapons were mixed with the weapons of General Qiang Xianbei, and he was unable to respond at all.

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Bu Dugen's mouth, and he suddenly increased his strength. The speed of the sword increased a few minutes, and in an instant it was only a few inches away from Wen Chou's waist. At this critical moment, Wen Chou twisted his waist. Bu Dugen's weapon was in Wen Chou's hand.

His abdomen was scratched, leaving a long gash in the suit, with blood oozing out of it.

Wen Chou endured the pain, took the time to touch the wound, and let out a breath of relief. It turned out that it was just a scratch on the skin, and it was not a big problem. Fortunately, he reacted faster just now, otherwise the skin would not be scratched now, but cut into two pieces.

Already.

The battle was still going on. Wen Chou was holding a big knife and hurriedly blocking the weapons coming from all around. As time went by, the wounds on his body slowly began to increase.

"Am I really going to die here?" Wen Chou felt the weakness and pain coming from his body and smiled bitterly. At this time, he was almost using up his last strength. His face also looked extremely pale due to excessive blood loss.

"Kill!!!" Wen Chou shook his hands and launched the final attack.
Chapter completed!
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