Rebirth of a Star General Chapter 112: Return

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The people underneath did not see clearly how He Yan and Ba Xuan were the winner. Only seeing the two of them fighting together, Ba Xiao slapped He Yan in the palm, and He Yan used some hidden weapon to pierce Ba Xiao's neck.

Although the methods are not open and honest, they won.

"Brother He is amazing!" Cheng Lisu called out first: "Good fight! Good fight!"

"Shut up!" Song Taotao scolded him on one side.

Cheng Lisu is dissatisfied: "What am I doing for my elder brother?"

"It's not time to feel relieved yet." Song Taotao shook his head. Girls are more careful than boys. She felt that He Yan's face was paler than before. She felt a little "thump" in her heart, thinking that He Yan might be. injured. But He Yan was wearing black clothes and couldn't see where he was hurt.

On the stage, the young man in black clothes raised his chin slightly, and asked with a smile: "No one dares to come up yet?"

At this moment, Ridamuzi suddenly burst into laughter. He smiled and slapped his palm: "Fun, funny! I didn't expect Liangzhouwei to have such an interesting person!" Before he could say anything, he drove his horse towards the high stage of Wu's performance. Rushed.

He moved quickly and everyone around was caught off guard. Several Liangzhou recruits were almost trampled by his horse. Fortunately, they were pulled by the people around him. Rita Muzi stopped at the performance stage a step away. Live, fly on stage. Falling in front of He Yan.

"Does the commander want to end himself, right?" The young man asked in amazement: "I'm a recruit, how can He De?"

"You killed my two warriors, it's not like ordinary recruits." Ridamuzi laughed. It was not half displeased because of the loss of the love general just now.

"It's just a fluke."

"You don't have to be humble, you just fought with them. I have seen them all, and I can be the first of Liangzhou Guardian!" Ridamuzi said, looking at the people under the martial arts stage, smiling contemptuously, "I Looking at this, you can afford to be courageous and strategic. But..." He turned around, "I don't know how long will the wound on your waist last?"

He Yan is silent.

Rita Muzi looked at her with interest: "Ba Zou is my most powerful subordinate. He attacked your waist twice in a row just now. It seems that there is an old wound on the body. The last time, you stabbed a hidden weapon. When he got in his throat, he..." He walked to Ba Xiao, fiddled with Ba Xiao's body with his foot, and Ba Xiao turned his back, "His hand was loosened, what pierced your waist? Between, is it a knife?"

Rida Muzi asked her with concern: "Oh, it must be painful."

"In fact, it's okay." He Yan smiled, "Not as painful as him."

Rida Muzi stared at her for a while, then smiled: "Very well, I like your hard bones the most. It will be especially sweet when broken." He was just like what he had done to Wala just now. The foot kicked Ba Xiao's body off the high platform and chuckled softly: "Useless waste."

Immediately afterwards, Ba Xiao slowly pulled out the scimitar from his waist.

When Shen Han saw this, his eyes condensed, and he said angrily: "Rida Muzi, as the commander, how can you fight against my Liangzhouwei recruit, if you want to learn from each other, I will accompany you!"

"You?" Ridamuzi slowly shook his head: "It's not as good as him, I want him, this He... He Yan."

"Teacher Shen, let me come." He Yan said.

Actually, it doesn't matter what she and Shen Han say, Ridamuzi has already focused on He Yan. This is the worst thing, but at the same time, it is also lucky enough that they have more time.

"Don't you change your weapon?" Ridamuzi smiled: "My knife, but it will cut off your whip."

"Maybe it was my whip that wrecked your knife." He Yan said with a smile, holding the whip in both hands, horizontally in front of him.

Qiang soldiers use scimitars, and everyone’s scimitars are different. Rita Muzi's scimitar is extremely long, half a person tall. I don't know how many people's blood had been drenched above, and it turned dark red. As soon as the knife was unsheathed, the sun fell on it, and some blood appeared.

He Yan can only choose a whip. During the years when she fought with the Qiang people, she had been using swords. As long as there was someone who had seen "General Feihong" here, she would be able to recognize at a glance that she was exactly the same as "General Feihong"'s swordsmanship. With knives, the Qiang people are best at using knives. Using knives in front of them is tantamount to using one's shortcomings to attack each other's strengths, and it is nothing more than asking for trouble. After much deliberation, it was only convenient to use an iron whip.

Rita Muzi rushed over with a knife.

His steps are very fast. What's inconsistent with his sturdy figure is that he is very flexible. It was also very clever, and the distance card happened to be out of reach of He Yan's whip.

He Yan's whip wanted to wrap his knife, but Rita Muzi avoided it, and slashed it on the iron whip with a backhand. The "bang" sound, although the iron whip was still unbroken, was shocking.

If this goes on, I don't know how long this whip will last. The weapons on the weapon rack are for soldiers to practice martial arts. They are strong and durable, but Zida Muzi's sword is obviously a treasured sword and cannot be compared.

He laughed loudly, and split the knife horizontally. He Yan's whip was wrapped around the knife, but did not drag. Ridamuzi was too strong. He said, "Innocent!" He Yan's body couldn't help flying towards him either.

"Brother Ahe, be careful!" Wheat couldn't help blurting out.

But seeing He Yan flying away towards Ri Damuzi, he was about to hit Rida Muzi's blade, but the young man suddenly smiled. The whip pulled a flower, slipped away from under the blade, and slapped Rida Muzi's face smoothly. Go up, and she herself passed over Rida Muzi's head with the force of flying past, and rolled a circle on the ground before she stopped.

The hearts of everyone in the audience fell back to their stomachs.

Rida Muzi turned his head slowly.

He was born fiercely and violently. At this moment, He Yan lashed his cheeks with a whip. The blood flowed down his cheeks. Rita Muzi was undecided. He wiped it carelessly and licked it. Licking the blood on his lips, staring at He Yan, "You are really amazing."

His voice is very soft, falling in human ears, but it is creepy.

He Yan said: "With each other."

The wound on the waist is painful when it is involved, and the tumbling just now makes the blade piercing into the body deeper. But she can't pull the blade out now. Firstly, there is no room for her to have time to pull out the blade. Secondly, if it is pulled out, the blood can't stop, and soon there will be no energy.

But now, He Yan is not as relaxed as he was. The dagger that Ba Xiao stabbed into her body was not long, short and slender, about the width of the index finger, and was sent in sideways. Although it was not critical, it happened to cover the old wound. The original wound cracked, and she fought against people on the martial arts arena, affecting the skin and flesh, and the blade was pierced deeper, which was tantamount to being sober and feeling cut.

She lowered her head, bit her lip quickly, and the blood color reappeared on her lips, and she looked like she was the high-spirited teenager again.

"How long can you stay?" Ridamuzi was not worried, and smiled: "Your sweat is about to drain away."

"Really?" He Yan touched it: "Xu is the weather is too hot."

Rita Muzi slowly raised the knife, and rushed towards him with a grinning smile: "Your blood will also flow away!"

He Yan rushed up.

The Liangzhouwei recruits underneath are all in trepidation. When He Yan faces Ridamuzi, he is not as easy as facing the first two. Rita Muzi is cunning and cruel. No matter how good He Yan is, in the final analysis, he is only a sixteen-year-old half-year-old child.

Jiang Jiao muttered: "He can't hold it anymore."

"Maybe injured." Huang Xiong frowned. "It's really not possible." He touched his gold-backed sword: "Let's rush up together. We can't watch him die in vain."

Wang Ba scolded: "Fuck! Why don't these coaches stop, let a little boy go up to fight? Don't be ashamed!"

Shen Han stood in the crowd, staring at He Yan's figure, and the paper in his hand was about to be crushed. Liang Ping beside him was anxious, and whispered: "Chief coach, we can't wait like this, we can't let them Xiqiang people sit in charge, it's better..."

"Don't make your own claim!" Shen Han dipped, "Wait."

Wait? What are you waiting for?

He Yan on the stage again fought against Ridamuzi with more than a dozen moves.

Her movements were not as quick as they were just now, and it was obvious that she was slow. She struck Rita Muzi several times on her arm, and was dodged by danger every time, but after all, she failed.

But the smile on her face has not changed from beginning to end. It seems that this is not a **** battle of life and death, but after the day training, free and happy discussions with partners.

This puzzled Ridamuzi.

He said: "Can people in the Central Plains pretend like you?"

"Not so," He Yan's pained voice was a little unstable, and she smiled: "I'm particularly able to pretend."

Rita Muzi's smile is not as relaxed as before.

He Yan did not dare to relax his vigilance against him.

Fighting with the Xiqiang people, the opposing leader, Ridamuji, was tyrannical and brutal, and he harvested countless souls with a machete. Wherever he went, bones were plentiful. What Zhidamuji loves most is to chop off the captive’s head with a machete and tie it to the tail of his riding horse. The **** head of a dead man is enough to become a nightmare for many people in the Central Plains.

The Fuyue army led by He Yan and the Qiang army led by Ritamuji fought fiercely. Every time he fought, He Yan could detect the cunning and terrifying of the opponent.

In the final battle, Zidamuji died in He Yan's hands.

He liked to chop the heads of others before he was alive. He probably did not expect that after death, he would be chopped off by others, put in a box studded with jade, and taken to the palace of the capital and sent to the emperor to become a general's military exploits. , In exchange for a generous reward.

After the death of Zidamuji, the Xiqiang group of dragons had no leader, and the rebellion was quickly put down. And the man in front of him named Ridamuzi gave birth to a face exactly like Ridamuji.

He Yan watched his breath with his own eyes. Ritamuji's eyes are dark green, while Ritamuji's eyes are dark blue. He Yan thought that he had heard that Ridamji had a twin brother, who was born with brute force and run wild. However, he was at odds with the brother who was commanded by the Zitamu Gene, and he left in the early years, and his whereabouts were missing.

Now it seems that this is the twin brother of Zida Muki, Zida Muzi.

He probably also knew the news of his brother's death, maybe he had the remnant of the Qiang nationality, and rushed to Liangzhouwei with his troops. He is also cunning. He learned from the traitor that Xiao Jue is not currently in Liangzhouwei, and that the recruits here are so immature, that he dared to be so blatant.

But Ridamuzi is not a fool either. No matter how brave and arrogant his subordinates are, it is impossible for a thousand people to win against the tens of thousands of elite soldiers in Shangliangzhou. Therefore, his team should be far more than that. This is a good bureau that has long been aimed at Liangzhou Weibu. The front of the guard is Baiyue Mountain, and the back is Wulu River. If they had an army and crossed over from Baiyue Mountain, it would be impossible for them to have such a heavy snowfall. Therefore, it is most likely to take the nearest waterway at night and cross over.

He Yan has never seen Ridamuzi in the past, but he has fought against Ridamuzi many times, and he knew the details of this person. This person likes to put on the ring most, saying he wants to learn from each other. In fact, the methods are ruthless. Most of the Central Plains warriors will be defeated by the opponent's hands. In this way, the morale will be lost before the battle is fought. Once you have a fear of the Qiang people, you will often be defeated later. How many big Wei generals back then, it was exactly the trick of Ridamuji.

Soldiers are not tired of deceit, and morale is important. He Yan could see that even though Rida Muzi was at odds with his brother, he acted in exactly the same way. Liangzhouwei’s recruits will inevitably have a fierce battle with Ridamuzi’s hands today. She has done everything she can, and the last thing is to save enough for the big Wei’s sons in this martial arts field. This breath.

With morale, their first battle will show their true strength.

"I hate pretending people from the Central Plains." Ridamuzi was finally impatient. He looked at the distance and seemed to be waiting for some news. However, before waiting, he turned his head and said: "Quickly Click the end!"

He Yan smiled and said, "I think so."

She stretched out her hand and tightened the belt again. The belt covered the wound so that the blood would not flow too much, but it was also more painful and uncomfortable.

Rida Muzi watched her movements and suddenly said: "You remind me of someone."

He Yan: "Who?"

"Although I haven't seen it before, I heard my hapless brother once said that there was a general named He Rufei who was hit by an arrow on the battlefield and could pull out the hilt to continue to command the battle. He eventually died. The hand of He Rufei, you are very similar to that person."

He Yan smiled upon hearing this: "Wrong, I am not He Rufei, and I am not like him."

She glanced at the people in Liangzhou: "But I, Wei Erlang, everyone is like me. As long as they don’t die, they will fight to the end! There will be thousands of Feihong generals in the Central Plains, you Xiqiang ," She raised her eyes, sneered: "How many more can you get out?"

After that, wave the iron whip and head straight for Ridamuzi!

Rida Muzi sneered, and didn't care about it. In his opinion, He Yan had been injured, old injuries and new injuries, but the end of the force. Although her endurance is surprising, it won't last long.

The scimitar and the iron whip are entangled, making the sound of golden clanging.

"Brother He..." Wheat grabbed his heart as he watched in the audience, but he didn't dare to fall.

He Yan's movements became faster.

She swings the whip faster and faster, surpassing the swing of the knife by Rita Muzi. The scimitar was big and heavy, and for ordinary people, Rita Muzi's movements were already very fast. But it was not faster than the steel whip. Taking advantage of the gap where the knife hadn't been swung, the whip penetrated everywhere, and drew it on Rita Muzi's face. It was just a blood stain, but after a while, there were already several blood stains on his face.

"Are you the only way to do this!" Rita Muzi was irritated by one after another, and his expression became tyrannical. The scimitar took He Yan's neck directly, but He Yan was petite and easily escaped.

"You are nothing but that." The boy even had time to turn his head to tease.

What's the matter? Rita Muzi became more surprised, how it seemed that as time passed, He Yan's movements became faster and faster. Isn't he injured? Why can you still be flexible, without any impact? Could it be that he pretended it before? This kid doesn't have any old injuries at all?

He Yan dodges to avoid the tip of the knife, touches the toe, and walks around behind Rita Muzi.

This person was wearing armor and was extremely hard. Her whip didn't hit Zhong Ridamuzi, but fell on the armor and left nothing.

Then, his whole body is uncomfortable, there is only one weakness left.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and Asahi Damuko attacked behind her.

Rida Muzi turned around and blocked He Yan's iron whip with a knife, and flew He Yan out shockingly, but in the blink of an eye, she threw herself at Rida Muzi again.

This is simply a play that is not fatal, regardless of offense and defense.

"He might want to die together." Jiang Jiao murmured.

In the eyes of outsiders, He Yan, who is desperate, is not so bad. On the contrary, it is Rita Muzi, who has the winning ticket from the beginning, and has gradually fallen into a disadvantage.

This young man seems to know the traces of his swords every time, and in every fight, he avoided early, and he quickly caught the weakness of Rita Muzi's swordsmanship, took advantage of the weakness to attack, let Rita Muzi was also at a loss.

How old is he? He was fifteen or sixteen years old, but he could see his weakness in a moment. Once an enemy, what a terrible thing it should be. And if this young man said, there are countless people like him in Zhongyuan, what about Xiqiang? How much did Xiqiang get out? There is no such celestial prodigy, not a single one.

In an instant, Rita Muzi had a retreat.

His morale was flat.

However, he wronged Heyan on this point. No matter how good He Yan is, he will not be able to quickly determine the opponent's trajectory, not to mention a person like Rida Muzi. It's really because Xu is due to the blood relationship of twin brothers, or it may be that they learned from one person. The sword technique of Rita Muzi is exactly the same as that of Rita Muji.

He Yan has fought against Ridamuji countless times in his previous life, knowing himself and his opponent, and has already memorized his tricks, but at this moment, he is cheaper to deal with Ridamuzi. As a result, Rita Muzi's sense of fear and cowardice happened to be in He Yan's arms.

It's just a way of ruling the person.

They are accustomed to hitting the morale of others to increase their morale, and now they finally appreciate the feeling of frustration. This is the opportunity.

He Yan's whip was drawn faster and faster, and the people around him were a little dizzy. Rita Muzi only felt that the iron whip was like a living snake, flying around in front of him, the shadow was fascinating, and his knife swung. In the past, I rushed to the air, but got a whip on the forehead. The real whip was here.

He furiously chopped and chopped down at He Yan, but the young man had already circled behind him. His action had also appeared when dealing with Wala before. Rita Muzi screamed inwardly, but he saw the iron whip. Already flying in front of him, like a heavy chain, about to fit his neck.

Then, with another stroke, his throat will break, and he will die like a slap.

At the very close of his hair, he shouted: "Ke Muzhi--"

This seemed to be the name of one of his subordinates. The next moment, on the martial arts field, a woman suddenly exclaimed that it was Song Taotao who was thrown onto the martial arts stage by the Qiang who was holding her.

The Qiang is strong in stature and has great strength. Song Taotao is just a slender little girl who is thrown up like a cargo. If she falls, she will be seriously injured even if she does not die.

No one in the audience can rush.

The whip in He Yan's hand swung around Rida Muzi's neck and flew towards Song Taotao, her body also leaped towards Song Taotao.

The iron whip wrapped around Song Taotao's body. He Yan flew over and took Song Taotao into his arms. The two fell heavily to the ground together. He Yan supported Song Taotao's body, and when he fell, he slammed his waist. The wound in between fell deeper, and she suddenly "hissed" loudly.

"Brother, be careful!" Cheng Lisu's shout suddenly sounded.

"He Yan!"

"Brother Ahe!"

Anxious voice came from all directions, Liang Ping's voice was extremely stern, He Yan looked sideways, and saw a ray of sword light rushing towards him.

When she continued to Song Taotao, her back was exposed, and Ridamuzi's scimitar fell fiercely, and she was about to chop her into two pieces.

He Yan pushed Song Taotao away, and closed his eyes as the wind swept away.

She has no strength to move.

"Go to hell!"

"Bang--"

There was no pain as imagined, and there was no blood splashing in five steps. Something knocked the scimitar over, and it seemed that someone was blocking her.

He Yan slowly opened his eyes.

The familiar dark blue figure, the corners of the robe are embroidered with silver scale pythons woven with silver threads, and the young man stands in front of her, his body is like loose, calm and reassuring. The long sword in his hand has not been out of its sheath, it is as crystal clear as ice and snow, flowing with brilliance.

It's such a narrow and thin Qiuqiu sword that flicked away the life-killing butcher knife.

"The governor... the governor! It's the governor!" Everyone in the audience was surprised for a moment, and suddenly boiled.

"The Governor is back!"

"Uncle!"

Xiao Jue... is he back?

He Yan looked over and felt that his vision was blurred and he couldn't see clearly.

Xiao Jue pulled her up from the ground. He Yan lost his strength and leaned on him softly. Xiao Jue held her waist as if he noticed something and looked down.

The young man in black clothes seemed to have no wounds except for being weaker, but at this moment, the hand holding He Yan's waist felt wet.

There are blood stains on the hands.

He paused slightly, and slowly looked at Rida Muzi, but he spoke to He Yan, his tone of sarcasm as always: "How come you can make yourself so miserable every time you meet you. "

"..."

He Yan smiled and said softly: "It may be because, I know every time, you will come to save me."