Wang Ning'an always felt that the Song people were generally 1.67 meters tall, and they were also good at nutrition, so they should not be vulnerable. But he was wrong, and he was outrageously wrong. The other party had only five Liao warriors. Facing more than 100 Cangzhou Prefecture's servants, it was like entering a no-man's land. The weapons in his hand kept waving, and blood splattered.

Dong Ping was a strong big man. He collided with a Liao warrior, and the other party did not move at all. He took five or six steps in a row, his chest was so stuffy that it was about to explode.

The opponent rushed forward again, knocked Dong Ping down with one punch, and blood flowed out along the corner of his mouth.

Except for the four dynasties, Ma Han, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu, Dong Ping is the best fighter. He can't even meet him. The fierceness of the Liao warriors is shocking!

More than a hundred officers could only surround him and kept retreating.

Many people's legs were weak. They wanted to escape, but they did not dare to take a step. Just behind them, Bao Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, and Wei Ran stood proudly, as if he didn't see anything in front of him.

Bao Zheng's calmness gave his subordinates the courage. They held on tightly. Wang Ning'an stood beside Bao Zheng. He noticed that Bao Zheng's fists were clenched, and a drop of dark red liquid flowed down his palm!

It's a shame!

A great shame!

The Song Dynasty infantry that once swept the world has disappeared, replaced by waste huddled in the city walls. Not to mention the powerful soldiers of the Liao Dynasty, even the small country Xixia did not take the Song Dynasty seriously.

More than one hundred people could not beat the only five warriors of Liao Kingdom. Bao Zheng felt that his face was arched from left to right, and he slapped hundreds of times, making him feel uncomfortable as if he had a chrysanthemum.

Could it be that the Song people are born cowards and natural flocks of sheep, and should be killed and eaten by others?

Bao Zheng kept shouting in his heart. He didn't know that the leader of the Liao Dynasty warrior had noticed him. This official was the source of all the courage of the servants.

The stout guy as strong as a mountain and as agile as a fox rushed towards the opposite direction, and took more than ten steps, and the officers rushed up in a swarm.

He turned around suddenly, the knife in his hand curled, and smashed it hard. One of the officers' skulls were shrunk, bleeding from their seven orifices, and fell softly. Another officer was hit by a big punch like a vinegar bowl and flew backwards. As soon as he landed on the ground, a big foot stepped on his stomach, using him as a springboard, and the huge bear stretched out his claws!

The target is Bao Zheng!

"Die!"

A fierce light appeared from the eyes of the Liao people. He was like a lion, biting at the pitiful prey, which made him hesitate. The prey was obviously dead in front of him, but he could not see any fear.

It was such a strange thing. He had no time to think about it, just wanted to twist Bao Zheng's head.

His big claws were less than three inches away from Bao Zheng's neck. Bao Zheng could feel the heat exhaled by the other party and smell the disgusting bad breath. He had only anger. Why would the descendants of Yan and Huang, the nobles of the emperor, and the group of people whom God loved the most beloved by the barbarians?

Just as Bao Zheng was killed, the body of the "wild bear" suddenly twisted strangely, avoiding the fatal weakness, and hit his stomach with a fist. The guy fell and rolled. The next second he quickly got up and looked at him angrily.

The attack just now was nothing to him, it was more of a humiliation. He didn't think the lowly Song people could hit him. It was just an accident just now. He gritted his teeth and pounced on him again.

The fist was hanging with the sound of wind, and hit Wang Liangjing's chest. A simple punch was extremely rough and full of strength. Wang Liangjing's face was solemn, and he blocked his arms suddenly. The arms of the two people touched each other. Wang Liangjing felt that he had hit a piece of wood, and his arms were numb in an instant.

He didn't hesitate and kicked it out. He knew that the other party could not avoid it, so he had to turn around and block Wang Liangjing's kick with his plump butt. It hurt a little, but it did not affect his combat effectiveness. He screamed more fiercely and killed more fiercely.

...

My father suddenly arrived, saved Bao Zheng, and fought with the Daliao warriors.

Wang Ning'an only knew what his father had practiced martial arts for more than ten years, and he didn't know what his kung fu skills were. He was really worried that the Liao people were too fierce. The four of them had not been solved yet. Once they all rushed up, wouldn't it be dangerous for my father to do it!

"Idiot, use the fishing net!"

Wang Ning'an cursed at the top of his throat. The reminder finally realized that the Cui family had a ready-made fishing net. Ten people grabbed the fishing net, like a wall, and rushed towards a Liao warrior. He used a knife to chop the tough fishing net. He split a few ropes of the tough fishing net, but it had no effect. He was covered. The servants grabbed both ends of the fishing net, crossed quickly, and tied the Liao warriors into rice dumplings.

"kill!"

Wang Ning'an shouted loudly, and suddenly, the sword was slashed seven times, and the Liao warrior was stabbed into a hedgehog. Bright red plasma emerged from his body and splashed all over the ground. He roared in despair.

Another Liao warrior wanted to rescue his companion, but his shoulder was slashed. His bones were broken by wounds of more than half a foot and his arm was completely ruined.

Zhao Hu wiped his mouth and shouted, "Go to the fishing net!"

A net rushed towards him, and the Liao warrior teared and bit his teeth with one arm. He was crazy and wanted to break free. Zhang Long's flower gun pierced his throat. The guy stared at the cow's eyes and died.

Wang Chao and Ma Han, carrying their own Pu swords, fought against the warriors of the Liao Kingdom.

"Use bamboo poles quickly!"

Wang Ning'an saw another opportunity. He attacked a warrior with more than 20, three feet long bamboo poles. He used the knife in his hand to cut off several pieces. The Chao saw the opportunity and rushed into the other party's chest. The other party let out a beast howl, holding the back of the knife tightly with both hands, and struggling to make a dying struggle.

"Thorn again!"

Several officers who had been cut off the bamboo pole suddenly thrust forward. The slanted stubble cut out by the Liao warriors was like sharp spear tips, piercing into his body, shattering his internal organs and intestines.

"Go to die!"

The Dynasty suddenly raised upwards, and the other party was opened and fell heavily to the ground.

After dealing with one opponent, Wang Chao straightened his body and gasped. He was about to deal with another, but at this time, Ma Han didn't know where he came out. Suddenly, he shook his hand and a black thing hit the face of the Liao warrior, and countless white things splashed out.

quicklime!

The Liao warrior subconsciously closed his eyes, and three more arrows shot through his weakness, and the warrior made a miserable foot. Ma Han swung the stick in his hand, and only heard a cracking sound, his legs were broken, revealing white bones. The Liao warrior's body fell down, and the big stick hit the back of his head, as if the watermelon was smashed, making an unpleasant puff sound.

All four Liao warriors were killed, only the last one left... Wang Liangjing swears that he had killed wolves, fought tigers, and even wrestled with blind bears. Of course, he always underestimated such things and would not tell his wife any details.

How brave was the ancestor Wang Gui? They all died on the battlefield. If they wanted to restore the glory of the royal family, they would be stronger than their ancestors!

Wang Liangjing is not a smart person, but he is a person who is willing to do so. Kung Fu is accumulated bit by bit. He once felt that he was strong enough, but he did not expect that a warrior from the Liao Kingdom could force him to such a miserable level.

I was hit by more than a dozen punches on my body, and one of my arms seemed to be broken.

The guy on the opposite side was not relaxed, even far more miserable than Wang Liangjing. His nose was interrupted by Wang Liangjing, his face was covered with blood, his body was covered with footprints, and his weakness hurt. Of course, these minor injuries would only make him more fierce and would not weaken his combat effectiveness at all.

But all his companions died, and he really didn't want to die. Suddenly he noticed that there was a boy who was only ten steps away from him, and there were not many servants behind the boy.

The Liao warrior suddenly made a move to pounce on Bao Zheng, and quickly pulled out the dagger in his arms, trying to kill Wang Ning'an.

"What a fool. I'm using the same trick again. I want to fool me!"

Wang Liangjing was not shook his eyes by his fake moves at all. Instead, he punched him, hitting his eyes just in time. The most vulnerable place was attacked. He subconsciously closed his eyes, and Wang Liangjing used the rebound force to hit his elbow suddenly.

Bang, click!

The eyebrow bone was broken and the broken bones were inserted directly into the eyes.

"ah!"

The Liao warriors roared in terrible ways.

"Dad, you're fighting well!"

Wang Ning'an couldn't help but applaud. Wang Liangjing raised his knee and hit his ribs hard. The sound of bone shattering, the Liao warrior fell backwards and landed heavily on the ground.

Wang Liangjing stepped forward and wanted to launch a fatal blow. At this moment, the Liao warrior suddenly smiled strangely. The dagger in his hand suddenly threw out, and Wang Ning'an fell to the ground.

He was about to die, and he heard Wang Ning'an's cheers. He wanted the Song people who defeated him to taste the pain of losing their son!

Sure enough, Wang Liangjing seemed to be crazy and hurriedly turned around and picked up his son. The angry Chao Ma Han rushed up, broke the warrior's sternum, stomped the means and kicked off the teeth.

The Liao Dynasty warrior was like a piece of rag covered with blood, but his only remaining eyes were still shining with strange light. He wanted to watch Wang Ning'an die!

But Wang Ning'an suddenly stood up and pulled out the dagger from his chest. A piece of black agarwood was inserted into the tip of the dagger.

Wang Ning'an shook proudly at the Great Liao warrior. The guy was rumbling in his throat, and his remaining eyes were bulging out of his sockets. Jay!
Chapter completed!