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"So good."

Patriarch Xuedao and King Mulu bowed their hands and retreated, leading their troops out of the pass.

"It turned out to be you kid, who let you escape last time, this time you don't even think about running away again."

The ancestor of the blood knife recognized Zhang Qing, pointed at him with the blood knife and shouted.

Zhang Qing also recognized the ancestor of the blood knife, and shouted: "Bulk, you killed my four brothers, I must settle this hatred with you today!"

As he spoke, Zhang Qing took out a stone from his waist pouch and hit the Blood Knife Patriarch.

The ancestor of the blood knife had been on guard for a long time, and raised the blood knife to block it.

The stone hit the blood knife and sparks burst out.

Surprised, Zhang Qing took out another stone and hit King Mulu.

With a wave of the blood knife ancestor, the blood knife split the stone in half.

"Boy, your move is useless to us."

Zhang Qing was angry, took the soldier's spear and rode to kill him.

The ancestor of Xuedao greeted him with a horse.

The blood knife was as fast as lightning, before Zhang Qing's spear was fired, the blade was already heading straight for his neck.

Zhang Qing quickly dodges.

The ancestor of the blood knife went straight to Zhang Qing's left arm again, Zhang Qing blocked it with a spear in his left hand, and took out a stone with his right hand to hit again.

The ancestor of Xuedao hurriedly dodged his head sideways.

Zhang Qing took the opportunity to get away, turned around and left.

The ancestor of the blood knife chased Zhang Qing, Fan Rui saw this, and pulled out the scimitar from his waist to rescue him.

"Don't hurt my brother, bald donkey!"

Seeing that he had a helper, the ancestor of Xuedao left Zhang Qing and faced Fan Rui.

Fan Rui's martial arts were far inferior to Zhang Qing's. After fighting for two rounds, his flaws were revealed. He was slashed in the neck by the ancestor of the blood knife and died on the spot.

"brother!"

Seeing this, Zhang Qing called out loudly.

He killed another brother.

The blood knife ancestor laughed proudly, and Xue knife pointed at Zhang Qing: "Boy, don't run away if you have the guts, the ancestor will also reward you with a knife and send you to see your brother."

Saying that, the ancestor of Xuedao chased after him on horseback.

Zhang Qing ignored the ancestor of the blood knife and ordered the withdrawal of troops.

King Mulu also shook the bell in his hand at this time, and the Beast Corps followed him to pursue Zhang Qing and rushed into the Liang army camp.

In Liang Jun's camp, there were no people except the tents.

As early as when Zhang Qing went out to fight, Wu Tian had already ordered all the horses to be withdrawn to the mountain ten miles southeast.

After breaking through an empty camp, there was a lot of joy, and the ancestor of Xuedao and King Mulu were very angry.

At this time, a stone pierced the sky and hit King Mulu's forehead, bleeding out.

"Old thief, I'm here, if you have the ability, come and catch me!"

Zhang Qing stood alone in the southeast direction of Daying, looking at King Mulu with a smile.

King Mulu was angry, pointed at Zhang Qing and cursed: "You little thief, don't run away if you have the ability, this king catches you, and I will definitely tear you to pieces!"

"Okay, I'm waiting for you."

As he spoke, Zhang Qing threw another stone at King Mulu.

This time the ancestor of the blood knife had sharp eyes, swung the blood knife, and chopped off the stone.

Seeing this, Zhang Qing turned around and left.

King Mulu shook the copper bell and commanded his beast army to chase in Zhang Qing's direction.

Chasing all the way, the mountain road became steeper and steeper.

The Patriarch Xuedao felt that something was wrong, he pulled the horse to stop, and stopped King Mulu.

"King Mulu, there seems to be something wrong. You see, the mountain road here is rugged, with cliffs on both sides, and there seems to be a valley in front of it."

"This kind of terrain is the most suitable for setting up an ambush."

The ancestor of Xuedao said to King Mulu with some worry.

King Mulu looked at the terrain and said with a smile: "Patriarch Xuedao, you don't worry too much. We have so many wild beasts, and they are all good at climbing. They are more flexible than soldiers in this primitive landform. If Wu Tian dares to fight like this If you set up an ambush to fight me, that would be tantamount to courting death."

Chapter 292 Bury him in the valley according to the king's specifications

Just as he was talking, Zhang Qing came back again, and Hua Rong followed him this time.

"Why don't you chase after him, are you afraid of being ambushed?"

Zhang Qing laughed.

The ancestor of the blood knife answered: "Zhang Qing, there are very few aggressive tricks to deceive us. Your ancestor has used this trivial trick many years ago. I know that there must be many elite soldiers in ambushes ahead. You are here to lure us this time. into your ambush."

Zhang Qing was slightly surprised. This Blood Knife Patriarch is really old, but his face was still very calm, and he smiled: "Blood Knife Patriarch, don't try to trick me with these little tricks, I can't be fooled."

As he said that, Zhang Qing hit the Blood Knife Patriarch with a stone.

The ancestor of the blood knife quickly swung his knife to dodge.

At the same time, Huarong's arrow shot at the elephant on which King Mulu rode.

The arrow was extremely fast, piercing into the elephant's flesh, making the elephant howl in pain, and rushed towards Zhang Qing, Hua Rong and the others.

Zhang Qing and Hua Rong quickly turned their horses and left.

Seeing this, the blood knife patriarch became more determined in his inner thoughts.

Instead of chasing him, he turned his horse and headed towards Youzhou City.