"Brother, Zhu Rong is still stationed at the South Gate. Should we meet her and break through the West Gate together?" Meng You followed closely, remembering his future sister-in-law.

Meng Huo remembered Zhu Rong's beautiful face, and then imagined the fear of being cut off by a knife from the pottery merchant, and his back became cold.

"You go to the south gate quickly and call Rong'er to join the west gate to break through." Meng Huo shouted.

Meng You had no choice but to ride a horse and slapped towards the south gate.

Meng Huo took advantage of the Wei army's full strength to attack the East Gate and led more than 3,000 elite barbarian soldiers to flee to the West Gate, wanting to kill from the west to meet Liu Zhang.

Just as Meng Huo fled to the West Gate, all his hopes collapsed in an instant, and his face was shocked and frozen into a moment of panic.

In his stunned eyes, he saw that more than a thousand torches had been raised high above the head of Ximen City, illuminating the entire city wall. On the top of the city, countless Wei army flags were already flying high.

The Wei army had already broken through the west gate. In the open city gate, thousands of Wei soldiers were rushing into the city like a torrent of a broken dam.

In the flames that shone like daylight, Tao Shang was wearing mysterious armor and holding a battle knife in his hand, and like a god who was ascending to the earth, he rushed in and rushed into Ximen.

The King of Great Wei is here!

The pottery merchant had long expected that when Meng Huo saw that the situation was not good, he would break through the siege from Ximen, so he ordered Wu Zixu to preside over the offensive of the East Gate and lead the superior cavalry to go straight to Ximen to attack.

As expected, he captured the west gate, broke into the city, and ran into Meng Huo head-on.

The pottery soldier pulled his horse and his sword with his eagle's eyes and shot Meng Huo proudly. He shouted sternly in an orderly tone: "Meng Huo, you have no way out. If you dismount, surrender. I will give you a pleasure. Otherwise, I will make you live worse than death!"

The powerful roar like thunder echoed between heaven and earth, which shocked Meng Huo to change his color and shocked the remaining barbarians, and their livers and gallbladders were broken.

Meng Huo froze in place in a daze, looking at the craziest Wei army and the mighty pottery merchant, he knew that he was finished.

The 50,000 barbarians were almost killed, and all the barbarian generals died. By this time, he was forced into a desperate situation.

What ambition to dominate Nanzhong and what a capturing Yizhou's Hongmao all became bubbles in the water and were disillusioned and shattered.

"Claypot, pottery, you dog, I, Meng Huo, the number one hero in the South Central, how could I die in your hands? I don't agree, I don't agree--"

Meng Huo's eyes suddenly opened, and suddenly he screamed with great sorrow and anger. He slapped the war horse under his crotch, swung the remaining defeated generals, and rushed towards Tao Shang.

This is his final dying struggle, and he wants to fight for his determination to die and break out of a bloody road.

Behind him, the thousands of barbarian soldiers knew that there was no way out, and they all roared like trapped beasts and rushed up with him.

"Kill all the barbarian enemies, no one left." The Taoist's expression was as cold as iron, and he ordered sternly.

Tens of thousands of soldiers from the Wei Dynasty rushed upwards, carrying anger, and rushed towards the dying barbarian soldiers.

In an instant, the Wei army soldiers, like a tide, easily swallowed and submerged the barbarian army like ants.

Blood splattered, corpses were flying around, howling endlessly, hundreds of barbarian soldiers were knocked to the ground and stepped on by soldiers of the Great Wei.

"I must rush out. As long as I rush out and escape back to Nanzhong, I can make a comeback and find revenge on the pottery thieves. I must not die here-"

Meng Huo rushed all the way, holding on to the remaining belief in survival, and rushed towards the city gate.

With his 88-point force and his determination to die, he rushed out of a bloody road, and he was getting farther and farther away from the city gate.

Above the city gate, the king flag of the character "Wei" flies proudly in the wind, standing firmly.

Outside the city, thousands of Wei soldiers were still pouring into the city and joining the ranks of slaughtering barbarians, blocking Meng Huo's road ahead became increasingly dense and difficult to move forward.

Below the city gate, the pottery immediately put his sword on his sword, and a sarcastic sneer flashed in the eagle's eyes, admiring Meng Huo's dying struggle.

At this point, how could the Tao merchant let Meng Huo escape again and become a hidden danger for the Great Wei in Shu?

It's absolutely impossible!

Behind the front, Meng Huo became more and more difficult, and every step forward was extremely difficult. Gradually, his mind became desperate again.

"Menghuo, do you still have to struggle to death? That will only make you die even worse. It seems that you want to taste the taste of being cut into pieces by thousands of knives." Just as Menghuo was fighting hard, the sarcastic voice of the pottery broke out again in his ears.

That tone was as if Meng Huo existed like a lackey in his eyes, and he killed him like a pig or a dog.

"Tao Shang dog thief, even if I, Meng Huo, die, will still bring you to bury him. Ahhhh--" Meng Huo, who was deeply angry, roared like a wild beast in his mouth and rushed towards Tao Shang.

Meng Huo burst out with amazing combat power, but he broke through the siege and was about to rush to the pottery merchant.

"Are you a barbarian thief, is it worthy of fighting with me? Humph..."

The Taoist merchant disdained to take action himself, glanced at Hua Xiong beside him and shouted: "Hua Xiong, today is the opportunity to become famous all over the world. Take Meng Huo for me and let the people in the world tremble for Hua Xiong's name again!"

Hua Xiong, who is eager to make contributions and is eager to prove himself, is waiting for this sentence from the Tao merchant!

Without a trace of extra bold words, Hua Xiong let out a low roar, like a cannonball that was out of the cavity, and shot at Meng Huo.

When the soldiers of the Wei army left and right saw that the generals of their army were dispatched, they were afraid that they would be affected. They consciously made way for both sides and gave up a way to kill.

On the bloody road, Hua Xiong brought up the blood mist of dust and blasted at Meng Huo like a god of killing.

Meng Huoyuan thought that he could anger Tao Shang, and if he fought with him in person, he would have the opportunity to kill Tao Shang himself, even if he died, it would be worth it.

However, he never expected that the pottery merchant would not bother to fight him at all, so he sent an unknown person who pretended to be the name of a dead person to fight him.

At this point, the pottery was still humiliating him!

"In the world, only the pottery thief is worthy of fighting with me. The dog person named Hua, please let me go!"

The humiliated Meng Huo roared with a beast, and the sword in his hand slashed out. With his anger, he set off a storm-like blood rain and storm towards Hua Xiong who was coming towards him.

The two cavalry collided in an instant, and in a slightest, Hua Xiong shouted like thunder, swung the sword in his hand like a sharpening disc, and then came first, and rushed forward.

Bang!

A metal thundering that pierced the eardrums, the splashing fire almost overshadowed the light of the torch, and even burned Meng Huo's face with a star of scorch.

The moment the sword hit, Meng Huo suddenly felt that the force as strong as the dam of the sky broke through the river, poured into his arms and his body along the blade, ruthlessly impacting his internal organs, stirring his blood and turbulently, and he almost had the urge to vomit blood.

Even Meng Huo felt his hands holding the knife being shaken to the point of being extremely numb, and his tiger's mouth was almost shattered.

On the other hand, Hua Xiong was as steadily as an iron tower, and his breath did not fluctuate at all.

Hua Xiong's martial arts value of more than 90 years is obviously overwhelming Meng Huo's realm, and he can compete with one sword to make the strength and weakness clear.

"This man surnamed Hua is so powerful in martial arts. I am actually..." Meng Huo, who passed by, was shocked even more without saying his physical pain.

Obviously, he did not expect that this nameless man named Hua Xiong, who pretended to be a dead general of Dong Zhuo, would be so powerful.

Not only is he stronger than him, even Zhu Rong, the number one warrior in the South Central, is not a match for Hua Xiong.

At this moment, Meng Huo truly realized that he was really a frog in the well and underestimated the strength of the pottery merchant, the lord of the Central Plains.

Under the command of the Lord of the Central Plains, there were many outstanding talents. He casually pulled out a young general, and all the martial arts were above him.

At this time, Meng Huo quietly felt endless regret in his heart. He regretted that he should not have been fooled by Liu Zhang, and came to go against Tao Shang, and even more regretted that he was too arrogant and despised Tao Shang.

And now, he has to pay the heaviest price for despising the pottery!

Just when Meng Huo was regretful and distracted for a moment, Hua Xiong did not give him a chance to breathe. The sword in his hand swept out wildly, and the sword was stacked like waves. One sword was stronger than the other, and it blasted towards Meng Huo from all directions.

Just after one move, Hua Xiong had already determined that Meng Huo's martial arts was not as good as him, so he couldn't wait to win the barbarian leader and make a contribution. He left no room for the second move, and used 100% of his force to rush forward.

Under Hua Xiong's lightning and thunderous attack, Meng Huo was suppressed in a hurry and could hardly breathe.

This king of the Southern Barbarians faced Hua Xiong's attack and was at a disadvantage, without any momentum. There was no point in the power of the Barbarian King.

After walking forty moves, Hua Xiong suddenly shouted loudly and a powerful sword rushed out.

throat!

Amid the shocking sound of the sky, Meng Huo's body shook violently, the blue veins on his arm were broken, and he couldn't even hold on to the sword, so he was directly knocked away.

"My knife was actually...

When Meng Huo was shocked, Hua Xiong's second sword had already hit him with his backhand, and the hilt of the knife hit Meng Huo's shoulder hard.

With a "crack" sound of bone shattering, Meng Huo was squirting blood from his mouth, screaming and soaring into the air, and he threw a dog into the air.

Meng Huo, who landed on the ground, had broken a few bones and wanted to get up tremblingly. Before he could support it, Hua Xiong stabbed him hard on Meng Huo's back, almost knocking him out, and he lay on the ground with blood spraying again.

Hua Xiongmu asked the potters how to deal with Meng Huo.

Meng Huo, who was lying on the ground, could no longer withstand the dignity of the so-called king of the Southern Barbarians, and shouted in a trembling voice: "King Wei will spare your life, I will be willing to surrender to the king, please spare your life..."

But the pottery stood still, looking at Meng Huo's prayer virtue, and sneered: "What do you say, I can't hear it."

Meng Huo had no choice but to support him barely, use his hands and feet, crawling towards the Tao merchant with a full face of shame, and howled tremblingly: "Good life, king!"

The Tao merchant admired Meng Huo's virtue of waving his tail and begging for mercy. Looking at the king of the Southern Barbarians, he lay in front of him like a dog, begging for mercy. A strong sense of accomplishment arose, and he felt indescribable pleasure in his heart.

However, this was not enough to calm the anger in his heart.

Just as Meng Huo was approaching, Tao Shang's eagle eyes narrowed, and he swept out two swords in his hand, instantly cutting off Meng Huo's hands.

Before Meng Huo could feel the pain, Tao Shang slapped Meng Huo's ugly face hard on the back of his knife, and directly slapped Meng Huo out, spraying his broken teeth all over his mouth, and was slapped out seven steps away, falling to the ground.

His hands were cut off and his mouth was shattered again. Meng Huo, who fell to the ground, screamed in the top of his lungs, and he was so painful that he was dying in the blood mud that he started to fight and rolled away.
Chapter completed!