lcionline Chapter 230 The Prince of Flowing Water, The Iron Concubine 33
Chapter 230 The Prince of Flowing Water, The Iron Concubine 33
The light rain fell in the sky, soaking the ground, and the north wind blew in, causing a burst of coolness. The thin clothes were wet and clinging to the body, which was uncomfortable, but the hearts of the soldiers present were extremely hot.
I saw a man and a woman standing opposite each other on the 30-meter open space. With the sound of drums, the two soon fought together. Feng Ye threw out his fist and attacked Yan Ying violently, his fist was fast and hard. , swift and fierce like a beast, hitting Yan Ying's abdomen straight.
While dodging, Yan Ying slipped on the soles of her feet and accidentally received a fist. Abdominal pain hit her. She saw the timing, squatted down, and swept her legs in a row, hitting the opponent's knees directly, forcing Feng Ye to take two steps back.
After Feng Ye retreated, Fu Er rushed up, his figure was like lightning, and he was as agile as a leopard. Yan Ying exerted force on the ground with her toes, as nimble as a bird. After the two approached, Yan Ying grabbed his iron arm with one hand, With a clever trick, he threw it over his shoulder and slammed it onto the ground.
Just after Feng Ye fell to the ground, Yan Ying's legs clasped Feng Ye's lower body in time, and taking advantage of his illness to kill him, she punched out with both hands, blowing the wind with her fists, hitting the opponent's head directly, and several punches fell.
Feng Ye's iron walls and iron bones trained in the army cannot be defeated by Yan Ying's fists. He was at a disadvantage for a while, which made Feng Ye extremely unhappy. He squeezed his arms tightly, his muscles swelled up, and his whole body was like a beast. Possessed, stretched out his iron arm in the next second and tore Yan Ying off him.
Yan Ying's body fell in mid-air and suddenly fell on the mud floor. She rolled twice and braked in time. Regardless of the dirt on her body, she stepped up with her right foot and swung her left leg forward. She was agile and steady. His left leg kicked Feng Ye's left shoulder.
Feng Ye grabbed Yan Ying's left leg with both hands, lifted her up like a chicken, and threw her directly on the ground. Her head hit the ground violently, and the pain hit. Yan Ying's face was pale, and she collapsed. Taking a breath of cold air, a carp stood up straight from the ground, but in the next second, Feng Ye's fists came one after another.
Compared with Yan Ying's slender arms and legs, Feng Ye's strength has grown up from being a beggar and gangsters since he was a child, not to mention he has been in the military camp for several years, and he can be called a tiger. , against Yan Ying's small body, it was a catastrophic destruction.
Feng Ye's fists were blowing with strong wind, one punch after another landed on Yan Ying's body, each punch could beat her into a meatloaf, for Feng Ye who aroused his fighting spirit, Yan Ying was not his lifesaver A benefactor, but an enemy on the battlefield, and he has never shown mercy to his enemies.
"Crack, click..." Yan Ying seemed to hear the sound of her own bones breaking. Her face became paler, and the severe pain in her body made it more difficult for her to move. The broken hair on her forehead was wet with sweat or rain, dripping with sweat. slipped from the cheek.
Yan Ying's eyes were bloodshot, and she gritted her teeth to resist the severe pain like bones being crushed at the moment, but her mind became more and more clear. While protecting her vitals from the beating, she hugged Feng Ye's waist fiercely, and Don't forget to look for the opponent's weakness and counterattack.
The soldiers in the siege had stopped shouting long ago. They stared blankly at the two people who were entangled together in the arena. They were obviously two people with different identities and sizes, but at this moment they were filled with admiration.
Feng Ye is known as the God of Killing in the army. They have been trained all the year round and the soldiers guarding the frontier could not hold on for a few rounds in his hands, but Yan Ying was able to fight him for a few rounds. The fight was extremely embarrassing, but she did not admit defeat, and remained stubbornly in a stalemate.
The soldiers looked at the killing god punching and kicking a weak woman, and at the girl who had been knocked down again and again but refused to admit defeat.
Feng Ye raised his right arm, an elbow landed fiercely on Yan Ying's back, and there was another click, Yan Ying couldn't help screaming for the rest of his life, it hurt so much, the pain at that moment made her dripping with cold sweat.
But Yan Ying knew that this was not the time for her to cry out for pain, so she climbed onto Feng Ye's left arm with all her might, half of her body reached Feng Ye's back, and at the right moment, she aimed at his spine, condensing all her strength. The force hits down.
Kacha, this time, it wasn't Yan Ying who cried out in pain, but Feng Ye.
The spine shifted, Feng Ye knelt down on his knees in pain, Yan Ying chased after him, her legs pinched his shifted waist spine, then half sat on his body, grabbed his head with both hands, and slammed on the ground desperately.
Bang, bang, bang—
"Are you satisfied?"
A wolf trainer must either tame a disobedient wolf or kill it——
The expression on Yan Ying's face could no longer be seen clearly, but she grabbed Feng Ye's head and knocked on the ground faster and faster. At some point, there was a pool of blood on the ground. The loss of blood made Feng Ye's head blank. for a moment.
Feng Ye's waist and abdomen hurt a lot. He wanted to move, but his body was restrained by Yan Ying, and he couldn't move. He always thought that Yan Ying was a long-sleeved, good at dancing, and a smart lady in the boudoir, but today she repeatedly broke his perception.
In the dark night, the torches rising all around illuminated the barracks, and the reflected fire made Yan Ying's murderous eyes look bloody, that eyes that wished to press him to death directly, after Feng Ye saw it, his mind was in a state of ecstasy. Trembling.
At this moment, he suddenly realized that she really wanted to kill him, and she could really kill him at this moment, Feng Ye felt cold all over, he didn't want to die.
Yan Ying was enraged by Feng Ye's dying struggle, her movements became more ferocious and rough, and she grabbed his hair even harder.
"Are you convinced, or not?" Yan Ying's eyes gradually became murderous, this was her last chance for Feng Ye.
In this battle of great disparity between men and women, whether it is a fight, a contest, or a contest, Feng Ye admires Yan Ying's strength, speed, and strength. In the world of warriors, the ancient and primitive rules are followed, and the weak The person with the big fist is the boss.
After a long while, the girl held her bloody head with both hands and slowly heard a faint "serve~"
Yan Ying slowly let go of her hands and stood up from him, her clothes covered in mud clinging to her body, the pain from all sides of her body distorted her face, but the smile at the corner of her mouth couldn't stop live.
Feng Ye, who was dying on the ground, came to his senses, slowly raised his head and spotted Yan Ying, then knelt and moved towards her. The young general who had already become famous in the battlefield knelt at Yan Ying's feet, and lowered him With a high forehead and a head mixed with blood and mud, he bent down at Yan Ying's feet.
At this moment, the soldiers of northern Xinjiang suddenly knelt on the ground, raised their weapons above their heads, and then shouted fiercely: Mighty!mighty!mighty!
mighty!mighty!mighty!
……
Yan Ying could clearly see the awe in their eyes, the awe of the strong.
She knew that this was the way the Northern Xinjiang Army recognized its master!
The northern border army knelt on the ground, and Yan Ying, who was surrounded by the very middle, was ashen and unremarkable at all, but she stood on the ground, she was obviously very thin and looked very weak, but she seemed to be able to stand up to thousands of troops alone.
it's dark
Its daybreak
When the first light of the morning fell on the capital city, the blood that hadn't been washed away on the city wall showed that the city had just experienced a big battle yesterday.
But at this moment, the gate of the city was wide open, and the three forces gathered here.
At the gate of the city, Jing Ming, the Governor of Dongchang in a flying fish suit, stood in front, and twenty Dongchang bannermen stood behind him, solemnly saying:
"Emperor Daliang is dead, Jing Ming, the governor of Chendongchang, is willing to enshrine Yan Ying as the master, and welcome the master to Beijing."
Luo Bai stood at the front of the Gentleman Sect and shouted loudly: "The grassroots Luo Bai was ordered by Yan Ying to establish the Gentleman Sect, save all the people from the fire and water, and relieve the people from hanging upside down. Today, the turmoil will be eliminated, and the world will be stable. I respectfully invite the leader to come to Beijing."
In the Northern Xinjiang Army, Feng Ye was wearing a suit of armor, and shone coldly in the sun: "Chen Fengye is willing to serve Yan Ying as the master, and respectfully invite the lord to enter the capital."