Dai Zong thought that Yang Zaixing was cut by him and his body was covered with scars, and his martial arts must have dropped significantly. Yang Zaixing would inevitably be unable to avoid the rapid and fatal blow of his own wind step.

With this blow, he could take Yang Zaixing's head and make him famous all over the world.

Today, Taishan Kingdom was defeated and even the capital was lost. It was a huge loss and the national prestige was wiped out. If he killed the general of Wei, he would be considered a victory in the defeat, which would slightly regain some face for Song Jiang.

With the arrogance of determined victory, Dai Zong rushed straight into Yang Zaixing's chest with his sword.

Yang Zaixing, who was covered in bruises, quietly sneered at the corner of his mouth.

All Dai Zong's actions were broken down one by one in his eyes, and they could see clearly!

Because at this time, Yang Zaixing's martial arts value had increased to 100, and he had the martial arts realm of a half-step martial arts saint.

In the eyes of the half-step martial saint, although Dai Zong's storm was extraordinary, it was normal and there was no novelty.

"Dog thing, let me experience my bloody power today!"

Yang Zaixing let out a low roar, regardless of the pain around him, before Dai Zong stabbed the sword, the sword in his hand rolled up a bloody storm and rushed out in the front direction.

As soon as the move was made, Dai Zong's expression changed in shock, as if he had seen a ghost.

He thought Yang Zaixing was slow to keep up with his footwork speed. Before he could react, he broke through his defense and pierced Yang Zaixing's chest.

However, he never expected that under this bruised and bruised condition, Yang Zaixing's speed of attack suddenly doubled, and before he surpassed his footwork, the sword attacked him with a bang.

"No, why did this guy's martial arts suddenly become faster?"

In horror, Dai Zong dared not attack again. He was eager to withdraw his steps and return his sword to avoid Yang Zaixing's attack.

However, just as his thought flashed, the sword, which was swept by the power of a storm, bombarded at a speed beyond imagination.

As fast as lightning, he surpassed the wind, and was so fast that he could not dodge his footwork!

"Half-step Martial Saint, this is the speed of the half-step Martial Saint's move. How is this possible? How is it possible..." Dai Zong changed his color in horror, and his eyes instantly opened to a big blow, as if he had seen the most strange thing in his life.

That guy who was only at the top of martial arts, was injured by himself and was covered in bruises and was completely exhausted. He should not even have the strength to resist, but suddenly he burst out the combat power of a half-step martial saint!

It's really a ghost!

It was too late to think such a shocked thought came to Dai Zong's mind.

The overwhelming heavy sword, wrapped with the crazy force of the half-step Martial Saint, came to the frontal bombardment without any hesitation.

throat!

A metal thundering sound that pierced the eardrums sounded, and the blood-stained sword flew out of his hand.

The moment the impact was hit, Dai Zong felt the huge force of the collapse of the sky and the earth, and frantically poured into his body. In an instant, it was shocked to the fifth internal area and suffered severe injuries, which was extremely painful.

Immediately afterwards, he screamed "ah" and blood was gushing out of his mouth. His huge body soared into the air, flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily away seven steps.

Crack!

As he landed on the ground, Dai Zong made a sound of bone breaking. There were countless ribs, and he broke them on the spot. The pain was even more painful and he fainted almost instantly.

Just as he was still enduring the severe pain and struggling to get up from the ground, Yang Zaixing's towering figure had already enveloped him in the shadow.

Dai Zong reluctantly opened his eyes, looked at Yang Zaixing with shock and anger, incredible eyes, and looked at the man who was cut to the ground by himself, but with a half-step attack of the Martial Saint, miraculously knocking him to the ground.

"You are actually a half-step martial saint, and you are actually a half-step martial saint. Then you are still hurt like that by me. Could it be that you are deliberately playing tricks on me?" Dai Zong sprayed blood in his mouth, staring at Yang Zaixing with extremely confused eyes.

Yang Zaixing snorted coldly, "I'm just playing tricks on you, how about it."

Dai Zong was completely confused now.

It is common for martial arts masters to rely on their super martial arts and use cat-catching mice-like tactics to play with martial arts that are far inferior to their opponents.

Dai Zong never expected that someone in this world clearly had the extraordinary martial arts of a half-step martial saint. He did not hesitate to let the enemy go and deliberately let the enemy stab a seventeen or eighteen swords just to tease the enemy!

"Madman, you are a madman, a madman!" Dai Zong's worldview collapsed, and his voice screamed in hoarseness and trembling.

Of course he wouldn't know that Yang Zaixing has the talent of "blood madman". If he hadn't been stabbed by him for 17 or 18 swords and shed so much blood, how could he have been able to rise to a half-step Martial Saint, and how could he have broken his talent of "Divine Action"?

"How do you feel if you lose to the madman? Hahaha--" Yang Zaixing laughed sarcastically, as if he was really like a madman, his sword was raised high in his hand, and he would take his life if he acted.

Just as the blade was about to be cut off, Yuchi Gong rushed from behind and shouted, "Crazy Yang, keep someone under the knife."

Madman Yang?

Yang Zaixing raised his sword in the air, glanced around for a few moments, and was stunned for a moment before he realized that Yuchi Gong was calling him.

"Your Majesty has told you not to kill any enemy generals who can be captured alive. They should be handed over to Your Majesty for handling. The contribution will be even greater. If you kill him, wouldn't it be less than a piece of credit?" Yuchi Gong, who was rushing towards him, reminded.

Only then did Yang Zaixing suddenly realize that he wanted to kill, and ordered his soldiers to tie Dai Zong and hand him over to the emperor for the future to deal with it.

Yuchi Gong looked him up and down again, and looked at him covered in blood and looked tragic. He couldn't help but gasp and sighed with his tongue: "It's fine to deal with that freak Wu Song who was injured, but he can even hurt himself like this ghost when dealing with such a small character. It seems that the nickname of Yang Crazy Man I gave you is really right. You are such a madman."

Yang Zaixing was stunned and could only shake his head helplessly and smile bitterly, thinking to himself that you thought I wanted to be so hurt. How could you improve your martial arts without being so hurt? How could you take down the Dai Zong?

"Yang Crazy Man, just Yang Crazy Man. If you can't go crazy quickly, what's the point? Hahaha--"

Yang Zaixing was also open-minded and did not mind at all. With a wild laugh, his bloody body rode out and rushed towards the enemy soldiers again.

"Crazy, what a madman!" Yuchi Gong cursed inwardly, and also rode his horse and whipped it up to kill him.

...

Around the way, Song Jiang was running wildly, not daring to breathe at all, and he didn't even have the courage to look back at Dai Zong or not.

Dai Zong fought for his life and delayed Yang Zaixing's pursuit for him, so he naturally wanted to escape.

The shouts of killing behind him became weaker and weaker, as if the pursuers had been thrown far enough. Song Jiang finally dared to look back and glance at them a few times. When he confirmed that he could not see the pursuers, he secretly relaxed his tense nerves and secretly became grateful.

"I finally escaped this disaster. It seems that I am Song Jiang..." Song Jiang was filled with emotion.

Fortunately, Song Jiang glanced back and saw that less than two thousand remaining defeated generals were left beside him, which was so desolate.

Once upon a time, he, the King of Mount Tai, was so majestic, with 50,000 heavy troops, and his generals gathered.

Today, Li Kui was captured, Wu Song betrayed, Dai Zong was unknown, and his life and death were left with less than 2,000 troops. It seemed that overnight, he changed from a wealthy man to a poor beggar.

And all this happened in just one month!

The culprit who caused him so tragic was the Emperor of the Great Wei, Tao Shang!

Everything is thanks to the thief!

"Tao Thief, I, Song Jiang, will not forget the shame today. Please wait for me. I will sooner or later kill you with Sun Ce's hand. I will repay the shame I have suffered twice the amount..." Song Jiang gritted his teeth and made a secret vow.

Before thinking about it, the road ahead became smoother and smoother. He could truly escape from the Wei army's pursuit by just passing through the not-so-narrow valley.

"I, Song Jiang, are also a person with destiny. Otherwise, in such a dangerous situation today, how could I escape from the heavens..." Seeing hope right in front of me, Song Jiang sighed secretly, and a hint of pride gradually appeared on his dark face.

Just as he was proud, his eyes were unintentionally looking forward, but his face suddenly solidified into a terrifying moment.

In a frightened state, Song Jiang hurriedly strangled the mount under his crotch and opened his mouth to the boss, as if he was afraid of seeing a ghost.

Lin Chong, Hua Rong, Zhuge Dan and other generals all changed their colors in shock and stopped their war horses, not daring to move forward a little more.

The remaining two thousand defeated soldiers of Mount Tai were all frozen in place and instantly fell into a state of terror.

At the entrance of the valley road ahead, a stern military formation blocked their way.

The soldiers reflected a dazzling cold light, swords and guns were as bright as forests, countless battle flags rolled like waves, and a huge Wei army formation was standing in front of them like iron walls.

The imperial flag with the word "Wei" was flying proudly in the sky.

Under the imperial flag, the Tao Shang immediately stood with his sword and stood tall. The golden armor reflected dazzling golden light, as dazzling as a god.

He looked so proudly, with a domineering look, watching the enemy appear coldly, and admired the thousands of frightened and deeply afraid faces.

Tao Shang had long guessed that Song Jiang would not have the confidence to fight to the death. After learning that he had fled from the North Gate, he sent a large army to pursue him, and he personally led the light cavalry to bypass the muddy land and arrived at the valley entrance farther than Yang Zaixing.

Because he guessed that although Song Jiang was defeated, there were still talented people under his command. Yang Zaixing alone might not be able to stop Song Jiang.

However, even if Yang Zaixing couldn't stop him, he would be able to delay Song Jiang's escape and gain enough time for his pursuit.

As it turned out, Tao Merchant's speculation was completely correct. He had just finished arranging the array, and Song Jiang fled here with his group of remaining soldiers.

Everything is like being carefully calculated, seamless and not bad.

Looking at the terrified enemy in the distance, Tao Shang took a breath and said with a thunderous voice: "Song Jiang, you have no way out. Kneel down and surrender. I will give you a pleasure, otherwise, I will tell you that life is worse than death!"
Chapter completed!