Chapter 167: The overlord died

The army was shrouded in black on the grassland, but it seemed a little messy and mostly dull. Looking at the central army from afar, it looked like a wooden chicken, with the swords and guns in its hand slightly raised, but it didn't move.

In the center of this nearly stagnant army, a vortex was spinning rapidly, shooting a large area of ​​blood corpse towards the periphery of the vortex.

Countless brave soldiers were roaring in grief and frantically, rushing wildly, galloping towards Luo Dacheng desperately, waving the sword and axe in his hand, and chopping him hard.

The horse's hooves were flying, and the ground was covered with broken grass and dust. Their figures galloped on the battlefield in the center of the army gathered from all directions from all directions to the center.

In the center of the vortex, a tall man in ordinary clothes rose up into the sky with a high fighting spirit. The sharp blade in his hand, the sharp lightning light was like water, and he waved it away, slashing on a strong man who was rushing towards him like lightning. He instantly split his chest plaque and muscles, leaving his bright red heart and lungs exposed in the air. The extremely sharp blade cut deep wounds on his heart and lungs, instantly cutting them into two halves.

The blood spurted out from the cracked chest. The strong man, who had been slashed away by force, roared to the sky, venting his last grief and anger from the roar.

With one knife, Luo Dacheng's expression remained unchanged. He turned around and waved his blade, instantly slashed the wind. The Sky-Cracking Blade quickly passed through the air, slashing heavily on the sabre cut by the enemy who rushed behind him.

The sword made of fine steel was cut on it by the cracked sky blade, and the blade immediately broke. It was like a water blade slashing, cutting the entire steel knife from it, cutting off the wind, and slashing the enemy's throat in the blink of an eye. With a sneer, it slashed the throat muscles and the neck bones were easily broken under the blade. The huge head flew up and rolled in the air, spraying the blood sprayed from the skull into a spiral.

The corpse, which had lost its head, waved the broken knife weakly, tightly grabbed the reins and ran forward. The war horse ran past the grassland, smashing the storm of the storm of the storm. The tragic and tragic scene of the hero's neck squirting blood was deeply imprinted in the hearts of every viewer.

Countless fierce warriors roared wildly and indignantly, galloped desperately, and rushed towards the powerful enemy who cruelly killed Wu Bahan. The steel knife in his hand shone coldly and slashed towards the enemy frantically. They didn't care about protecting themselves and just wanted to kill the enemy. Even if they died together, they would have avenged Wu Bahan.

In the middle of the vortex, Luo Dacheng's face was cold and cruel. The sky-breaking blade was swung all over the sky, swinging wildly in the wind, his movements were like flowing clouds and water. In the bloody and tragic, he also had a cruel and free temperament, spreading all over his worn-out body.

The wind surged and blew vigorously throughout the wild. The tall man surrounded by the brisk wind of the grassland flew up his robes and made a loud noise. The sharp and sharp blades blew the wind, and blood was scattered all over the sky. The shrill and tragic scene suffocated the entire army.

Although there were not many heroes in the entire army who were loyal to Wubahan and would rather die for him, around Luo Dacheng, there were also wild enemies roaring and rushing towards him. Then they were swept by a sharp sword and gun, slashed heavily on their body, tearing open the muscles, chopping the bones, and slashing them deeply into their bodies, causing their broken corpses to gallop past immediately, sprinkling the blood that was sprinkled into the brisk wind of the grassland.

In the distance, on the tall village wall, countless soldiers of Hualie were cheering wildly, holding up their swords and guns and waving desperately, looking at the leader of the unit who let go of the enemy soldiers in the center of the enemy. His eyes were filled with a craze, and he screamed desperately, making the crazy cheers fly over the camp and spread far away on the vast grassland.

The village wall that was chopped by the battle axe was about to fall, and a large number of soldiers jumped desperately and shouted wildly. Finally, they collapsed, making a loud bang, and broken wood flew around, stirring up a large area of ​​dust on the grassland.

A piece of the village wall was missing, and the camp was broken. In the camp, the soldiers of Hualie's troops who were guarding behind the wooden wall were feeling uncomfortable, cheered excitedly, walked through the ruins of the wood all over the ground, raised their swords and guns and strode out of the camp, and rushed towards the enemy soldiers standing in a distance outside the village wall.

The herdsmen who had dismounted and became siege infantrymen took their attention back from the battle in the distant central army position, weakly resisted the enemies who had broken out of the camp, were swung swords and guns by the enemies who were blood-red in their eyes, and slashed desperately on their bodies. In an instant, their bodies were broken and fell to the ground in pain, and were stepped on by their countless big feet and rushed towards the next target.

More and more guards rushed out of the camp and fought with the devastated enemy siege infantry. The already silent killing sounds were raised on the grassland again, and the sound of weapons colliding sounded, mixed with shrill screams, spreading to the battlefield from afar.

Behind the broken camp gate, countless Hua Lie's subordinates were rushing to push the carriage blocking the door, and pushing the carriage full of mud and sand sacks to the distance, leaving the road open.

The gate of the camp that was once attacked was shakingly opened, and a fierce cavalry rushed out of the camp. The general led by the leader was wearing the armor of the Dangxiang cavalry, holding a sharp steel knife tightly in his hands. His young face was full of fierce murderous aura. He waved the steel knife and ran wildly, leading a large number of subordinates to roar forward.

The one who stood in front of them was Zhi Yuanhao, who was attacking the city. But when Wu Bahan fell on the grassland, Zhi Yuanhao and his son were already screaming and blew, and ran wildly in the direction of their father's fall.

Behind him, the great men with axes also retreated. They found a war horse in the chaos, turned over and jumped onto the horse, followed their leaders, and galloped towards the central army.

Such a fierce and powerful army rushed back frantically, causing chaos. Many cavalrymen stopped the horse and dodged, and were hit by the galloping iron stream, or were roared by Wu Ba's son, swung his battle axe, and slashed hard on his head, and died tragically at his own hands.

Zhi Yuanhao was already in a state of madness, seeing all those who were blocking the road as enemies, roared like a jackal, wielding his battle axe and galloping wildly, and running towards the tall man who was wielding his blade to slaughter his father's loyal guard.

Zhao Hu, who rushed out of the camp, led more than a thousand cavalry and galloped wildly, following the passage that the iron cavalry under Zhiyuanhao's troops collided and rushed forward.

Along the way, the soldiers of the Hualie tribe swung their battle swords fiercely, slashed at the heads of the panicked and helpless enemies, and slashed them off the horse.

The surging blood soaked into the soil, dyeing the grassland ground red. Under the rushing of a large number of brave warriors, the enemy soldiers who had already had a chaotic formation could not resist and screamed and were chopped off their horses. The enemy soldiers a little further began to collapse and retreated. They were timid and unwilling to face the fierce military front of the Hualie tribe.

After all, the tribes loyal to Wu Ba's vow to die in order to die. More tribes were just under his pressure and did not dare to resist. Now Wu Ba has been cut off with one knife, and the cavalry in the supervising team are at a loss. The rest of the people are even more unwilling to work hard for Wu Ba's father and son. The ones who were led by Zhao Hu were only the enemy soldiers who were unlucky to block their way forward.

The vortex in the central military had deviated from its original position. Luo Dacheng ran his horse back and forth, and the sharp sky-breaking blade swung sharply, slashing heavily on the enemy soldiers who rushed towards him, slashing them from the horse, and scattering blood in the air.

Wu Ba's personal guard had been killed by him. Luo Dacheng had no intention of being tired at all, and seemed to be able to kill. He shouted angrily and rushed towards the enemies running from all directions. He waved his sharp blade and slashed their bodies. Looking at the blood spurted out from the enemy's cracked bodies, cruel pleasure surged faintly.

Behind him, Zhi Yuanhao had already led a large number of troops to speed back, running until the place where Wu Ba was killed, jumped out of the horse's back and jumped towards his father.

His strong body fell heavily to the ground, stepped on the grassland, making a dull sound. Zhiyuanhao fell to the ground and picked up Wu Ba's upper body. His face was as pale as paper. He looked at the blood-stained old man, and could hardly believe that this was his majestic and wise father.

There was only one trauma that Wu Bahan suffered, which was completely broken at the waist. The intestines cut by the cracked blade almost flowed out of the abdominal cavity. A lot of other internal organs were also lost, and blood was scattered on the grassland, mixed with soil and blood, making it impossible to see which part of the human body that those things turned out to be.

Zhi Yuanhao hugged his father tightly, shook it hard, and screamed in his mouth, extremely sad and angry.

Under his desperate shaking, Wu Ba suddenly opened his eyes, looked at him in a daze, and opened his lips tremblingly, as if he was about to say something, but finally he didn't say anything. His head tilted, and his face covered in blood and dust fell into Zhiyuanhao's arms.

A heart-wrenching roar sounded on the grassland. He raised his head and looked at the desolate sky, screaming desperately like a dying beast, as if he wanted to vent the grief and anger in his heart from the roar.

The cavalrymen in Manye were staring at Wu Ba who was vaguely and frightened in his arms. They couldn't believe that the famous overlord on the grassland, the majestic Wu Ba Khan on all of them would end up in such a tragic end.

Zhi Yuanhao's shrill roar made Luo Dacheng, who was fighting, hear it. He waved his blade and slashed an enemy soldier away. He turned around and looked at Zhi Yuanhao who was kneeling on the grassland howling long, and there was a cold light flashing in his eyes.
Chapter completed!