The White Horse Raids the Three Kingdoms

With a sound of "clang", the next moment, Ying used the tip of the short blade to lift the broken spear in his left hand into the air, and then stabbed Deng Hua's face with his backhand.

Oops!

Deng Hua, who was terrified in his heart, couldn't care about anything else, and subconsciously poured energy into facing the opponent's short blade.

Hearing a "chi", the sharp short blade with thick black air easily pierced his abdomen, pierced straight up, and hit his chest.

The next moment, Deng Hua felt a tightness in his chest, and then his eyes went dark, and the sky and the earth spun, no wonder, after all, the knife just pierced the valve of his right chest, stuck between two ribs.

Although the short blade's cold light did not penetrate deep, it was not too shallow either. Seeing his flushed face and difficulty breathing, it was obvious that he had injured his lungs.

Shua~~!

There was another sharp sound of breaking wind.

The figure of the shadow suddenly dissipated.

Deng Hua, who was suddenly vigilant, quickly raised his vigilance, and his eyes scanned the surroundings.

Deng Hua's pupils shrank into needles in an instant, and he was a little flustered, but he didn't find Ying's figure!

But soon, he sensed again, an extremely faint and incomparably cold light shrouded him behind him!

Ok?

felt it!

A ruthless look flashed across Deng Hua's face, and he faintly felt traces of traces. He broke the gun and lifted it upside down, aiming at his left chest, near his arm, and stabbing it suddenly!

Clang!

Blood was flying, and he broke the gun in his hand and suddenly pierced through the flesh and blood of his left chest, and directly collided with the gray blade that appeared out of thin air behind him with a bang!

The two weapons clashed with a crisp sound. He just wanted to turn around and face the assassin, but suddenly, a blood-stained short blade pierced his chest, making him freeze immediately.

The instinct to survive made Deng Hua make the most reasonable choice. He kicked up the soil around him, exhausted all his strength, and slammed it in the direction where the pain came from.

Zhanying leaps three times, the cold light shines brightly!

Facing the dust flying all over the sky, the three blades pierced out consecutively, with almost no gap in between!

There is no response at all!

Deng Hua seemed to be waiting for the verdict, sweating all over his body, his clothes clinging to his body as if being fished out of the water.

The spike came out of his hand suddenly, and finally turned into a black lightning, piercing fiercely into Deng Hua's chest, and immediately, a blood hole quickly emerged.

Suffering a fatal blow, Deng Hua's pupils shrank suddenly, his pale face gradually darkened, and his slightly protruding eyeballs looked extremely terrifying.

The man named Ying slowly appeared with expressionless face and indifferent eyes. He stood quietly behind Diao Chan, his head slightly lowered, his cheeks covered by a cascade of black hair, his lips were lightly pursed, cold and ruthless.

One step counts a few feet, floating as if there is nothing, like a ghost.

Without taking a second look, Ying withdrew his double blades, and drops of blood dripped down. He stepped out and disappeared without a trace in an instant. No one knew where he went.

"Uh uh..."

Only Deng Hua was left frozen in place for a long time before taking a step slowly.

He walked very slowly, and the injuries in his body made him unable to use any strength at all. Every step he took, his internal organs felt as if they were on fire.

"I... I actually died... here..."

His legs softened, Deng Hua coughed up blood, his face was full of misery, a little dazed, and he couldn't believe it, his eyes were full of despair and unwillingness, he still had too many things to do, why did he die here? !

Fate is impermanent, there are too many variables, he is very unwilling, but what can he do?

His body shook violently, and Deng Hua's mouth and nose were bleeding. He was like an ancient tree, whose vitality was rapidly dissipating. It would not take long before it would collapse and die!

He stretched out his left hand tremblingly, clutching his chest tightly, but the blood continued to ooze out, and soon, half of his body was stained red.

"I'm really...not reconciled~~! Puchi~!"

There was a vague feeling in his words, as if it was disappointment, as if it was regret.

His eyes were blurred, and his hands were stretched forward, as if he wanted to touch something, like a dying person, recalling the lost years, wanting to grasp the last regret.

The gloomy light hit the parts of his body, as if they had been corroded, and disappeared from the touched place. A big hole was broken in the mouth, and it continued to spread to other parts of the body.

As if it had been corroded, it began to disappear from the place it was touched. In the next second, Deng Hua's body was blown away by the wind like dust, completely disappearing.

280 Message from the Seven Huns

Among the rolling mountains, there are emerald emeralds, and among the undulating mountains, the continuous camps are flying with banners.

Soon, several fast horses galloped on the mountain road, entering and exiting the village.

The several fast horses that came in were all wearing leather jackets and woolen hats. Some of them walked up to the stockade quickly, and the rest were chatting with the guards guarding the stockade, mostly in the language of the Huns.

"I heard...the yellow scarves in the south started a riot and killed many people...the heads can be piled up so high." The man pointed at the flagpole exaggeratedly.

"What, that's really a terrible killing... The emperor of Han doesn't care?"

"What the hell... Those yellow scarves were originally rioters, and now I heard that in the Han Dynasty, a high official took power, and the emperor was still a child, so tall." He measured his thigh again and nodded seriously.

"However, the subordinates of the fat man sent troops to fight, and now the two sides are fighting non-stop."

"Oh, now, the big man has started to mess up, our chance has come, let me report to Lord Youxian."

The Hun soldier at the head of the fast horse went straight to the camp tent after greeting his acquaintances around him.

……

"Is the news true?"

Above the speech, on the terrace of Dazhai, a man wearing a leather jacket and luxurious ornaments was sitting under the banner of the Xiongnu, looking at the surrounding mountains. His name was Huchuquan.

Compared with the regulations of the Han Dynasty, the succession system of the Huns to the throne is more chaotic, and brother and brother are one of them.

In other words, Huchuquan, the right virtuous king of the Huns today, is also eligible to become the next Great Chanyu of the Huns.

The previous one, Yu Fuluo, the Great Chancellor of the Southern Huns, was assassinated and killed last year. People in the clan did not support him. Instead, they supported him as the new Chanyu by the name of Xubuguduhou.

A piece of good news for him came from the Southern Huns. The new Chanyu Xubu Guduhou had a recurrence of arrow sores and died within a few days. need.

"The Han people are in chaos..." Hu Chuquan punched the palm of his hand, and then clenched his palm tightly, sweating.

At such a chaotic time, he wanted to take this opportunity to plunder, and then return to the Southern Huns to buy off the tribe and become the new Chanyu.