Guifang's ability to become a highly respected little man depends on his terrifying brute strength and rich fighting experience.

He looked at Yang Ding's slightly vain steps, a sneer appeared on his lips, and rushed towards him with a knife in one hand.

It opens and closes all the way, like a strong wind or a heavy rain.

Guifang slashed more than ten knives in succession, forcing Yang Ding to retreat continuously, as if the rush just now was just his self-righteous bravery. The harsh sound of the blades connecting was heard by those around him. Seeing that Yang Ding was in a state of confusion from the beginning

Downwind, many people couldn't help but look panicked.

Another sword slashed out quickly, and Yang Ding was forced to avoid it. Guifang shouted coldly, and when he returned the sword, he raised his leg and kicked him suddenly.

Yang Ding couldn't avoid it, so he could only block it with his arms, but was kicked to the ground by Guifang.

He spurted out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably, and had no time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, because the other party slashed at him again, so he could only roll on the ground continuously, and stood up dangerously.

The barbarian soldiers couldn't help but shout loudly all around. Seeing that the fight was as easy as expected, the extremely embarrassed figure of the young Liang man made them laugh constantly. Seeing that Yang Ding was so unbearable, the ghost immediately slowed down his offensive slightly, just like he was playing before

He was like a prey, obviously trying to slowly torture Yang Ding to death.

The ensuing battle turned into a one-sided situation. Yang Ding was always at a huge disadvantage and suffered many injuries. In addition to escaping several fatal dangers, he almost became Guifang's human sandbag, with stains all over his body.

dust.

"waste!"

Oni Fang scolded and laughed at the same time. It was obviously difficult for the barbarians to have such a relaxing and comfortable opportunity to watch the show. Unknowingly, everyone's attention was attracted.

However, for the people of Daliang, what they saw was that Yang Ding was knocked down time and time again and then struggled to stand up. The unbridled laughter of the barbarians echoed in their ears. In the eyes of these barbarians, there was no difference between them and Yang Ding.

They all have the same fate as livestock. If they can be used, they will be used and if not, they will be killed.

Finally, someone silently clenched his fists.

Because Yang Ding has not accepted his fate, even if he looks extremely miserable, he will stand up again every time he falls.

The barbarian soldiers stood together in twos and threes with their swords in hand, watching the abuse in the center of the field with great interest. However, no one noticed that the Liang people, who were as weak as sheep, were silently led by some young men.

As it moved, it gradually formed a completely different situation from before.

Perhaps because he felt bored, after all, the other party had no ability to resist, Onikata spat disdainfully and shouted angrily: "Die!"

He held the knife in both hands and struck hard at the throat of Yang Ding who was lying on the ground.

"Hide quickly!"

Suddenly, someone among the people burst out with a cry of grief.

As if time slowed down at this moment, Yang Ding turned to look at his compatriots, as if he could see the unwillingness and struggle in their eyes, and also saw his companions raising their right hands to send the agreed signal.

Between heaven and earth, a violent wind suddenly rose.

Onikata saw a blur in front of his eyes, and then the body of the young man lying on the ground slid half a foot to the side, causing his powerful and heavy knife to hit the ground. Onikata, who had been fighting ferocious beasts for many years, suddenly felt a sense of crisis in his heart.

, this was an instinct he had developed countless times, so he immediately moved forward instead of retreating, and the moment Yang Ding stood up with his hands on the ground, he held a knife and slashed away.

Yang Ding's eyes bloomed with blazing murderous intent, and he turned forward with a knife in one hand, arriving in front of the ghost in the blink of an eye.

Guifang's moves were too old and he couldn't retreat. He made a fist with his backhand and hit Yang Ding in the chest.

Yang Ding did not dodge or dodge, he resisted the punch forcefully, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out in his face.

Guifang's vision was blocked, and then he heard the sound of howling wind.

The long knife in Yang Ding's hand drew a semicircle and struck Gui Fang's neck with great force!

Guifang screamed and took a big step back. His sight was still blocked, so he could only hold the knife in his right hand and slash at Yang Ding's shoulder randomly.

The barbarians were shouting angry curses all around, but an even louder wave suppressed their voices.

"Daliang man, kill him!"

Accompanied by dozens of people roaring in unison, more than a thousand bloody Daliang people, led by Yang Ding's companions, rushed towards the scattered barbarians according to the previously organized team.

When most of the barbarian soldiers were preparing to rescue their leader, they never imagined that those timid Liang people who were afraid of death would dare to launch a desperate counterattack!

Four or five Liang people pounced on a barbarian soldier. Even though they didn't have weapons, they still had fists and teeth.

Scenes like this can be seen everywhere.

But Yang Ding couldn't see it.

He stared at Guifang, watching him raise his hand to wipe away the blood on his face, and watching the knife strike his shoulder. Without any hesitation or hesitation, he strode forward and let the opponent's long knife strike.

The end fell on his shoulder, he held the handle of the knife with both hands, summoned all the energy in his body, roared and stabbed the opponent's heart with the knife!

There was blood dripping on his shoulders, but Yang Ding didn't even look at it. He turned around and killed the nearest barbarian soldier.

As soon as Guifang died, the barbarian soldiers immediately fell into fighting on their own. However, facing the almost crazy people of Daliang, they felt panic for the first time.

As time goes by, people continue to die.

This is no longer a battle in the conventional sense, but a Shura Field like Jiuyou Purgatory.

Crazy shouting, spraying blood and red eyes.

I don’t know how much time passed until...

A group of tired cavalry rushed from a distance. Wei Rui, the leader, looked at the unimaginably tragic battlefield in front of him and trembled: "Kill!"

Yang Ding, who was covered in wounds, turned to look at the rushing Daliang cavalry, and showed a relieved smile with difficulty.

The body swayed, and then fell towards the south like a mountain.

…

Kuta mountains.

After many days of stalemate, as tribesmen from various tribes of barbarians continued to flee here, Liejiaomi could no longer suppress the spread of the news.

A group of Liang Army cavalry left the main force and went deep into the wilderness, ruthlessly killing people and grabbing food along the way. The opponent obviously had no intention of stopping. If the stalemate continued, they might even sweep away all the barbarian tribes. The leader of the barbarian tribe received the bad news.

Weeping to heaven and earth, the leader of the fleeing tribe was still in panic even before he saw them.

For them, plundering the Liang Kingdom was for a better life, but their own tribal heritage was more important.

Although Liejiaomi could generally maintain his prestige, he also knew in his heart that if he did not make a decision immediately, he might not wait until the Liang cavalry took the risk to attack the mountain, and there would be a large-scale mutiny on his side.

"Chief, we can't delay this any longer!" Jun Xumi said with great worry.

It is obviously impossible to withdraw the troops, because the cavalry on the opposite side are all over the countryside. Once they discover that the barbarian army has withdrawn, they will be able to exert their greatest advantage in the endless wilderness.

After a long silence, Liejiaomi gritted his teeth and said, "Send the order to send out troops for a decisive battle with Liang Guo's cavalry!"

It's the tenth day of May.
Chapter completed!