Zhennan Wang flew up, kicked Song Shizhong hard on the chest, kicked him three or four meters away, hit the wall heavily, and fell down again. His whole body seemed to be falling apart, the pain was unbearable, and he crawled several times. I couldn't get up either.
There was also a burst of qi and blood in his chest, and a fishy sweet welled up in his throat. He tried not to spit it out, and looked up at Murong Xue bit by bit, with a chill in his sharp eyes: "You actually attacked this general?" , to win is to win without force!"
Murong Xue fluttered to the ground, and snorted disdainfully: "You were the one who attacked King Zhennan first, and I threw the dagger. I didn't overdo it. Besides, I came to avenge my father, and I just gave you a knife. It's already cheap for you!"
To avenge his father? Song Shizhong's eyes were fixed: "Who is your father?"
"General Qingyan Murong Yue!" Murong Xue paused every word, her pitch-black eyes were as cold as ice, and Song Shizhong suddenly narrowed her eyes: "Are you Murong Yue's daughter?"
"That's right, my father has been dead for ten years, it's really hard for General Song to remember." Murong Xue looked at Song Shizhong coldly, the corners of his eyes and brows were all cold.
"Murong Yue, Qingyan Murong Yue...hahaha!" Song Shizhong looked up to the sky and laughed, his crazy laughter pierced through the clouds and resounded through the sky.
Murong Xue frowned tightly, looked at him angrily and said, "What are you laughing at?"
"I laugh at you for being stupid, you haven't found out who killed your father and enemy at all!" Song Shizhong raised his eyebrows and looked at Murong Xue, with undisguised mockery flashing in his eyes.
Murong Xue's eyes were fixed: "What do you mean?"
"Ten years ago, on the battlefield, I did slap your father several times. However, the general who killed your father was not only me, but also him!" Song Shizhong pointed at the King of Zhennan, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a gloating look. Laughing: "I saw it with my own eyes, he stabbed your father with a sword, and that sword hit the chest..."
Murong Xue's pitch-black pupils shrank violently, and looked sideways at King Zhennan bit by bit: "What he said...is it true?"
King Zhennan's eyes flickered unnaturally, and he nodded slightly!
Murong Xue flipped her wrist, and the soft sword at her waist swiped across in front of King Zhennan, a little bit of anger flickered in her dark eyes: How could she have forgotten that King Zhennan is also a famous general in southern Xinjiang. Conquest, he most likely also participated in...
He is Murong Xue's father-killing enemy. Not only did she help him cure the poison, but she also helped him arrest the rebels and put down the rebellion. She is so stupid...
The sharp point of the sword is on the neck, as long as Murongxue exerts a little force, he will die. King Zhennan calmly looked at Murongxue and said: "Back then, your father was a famous Qingyan warrior. He uses soldiers like gods, and his martial arts are superb. When we fight against him, we dare not be careless. When we make moves, we also move fiercely and without mercy. That sword is what this king stabbed you when your father was negligent. Although the one on my father's body stabbed him in the chest, it didn't hit the vital point..."
"Stop lying, that sword of yours was aimed at Murong Yue's heart!" Song Shizhong coldly interrupted King Zhennan, his dark eyes filled with contempt: "A man, if you dare to do it, do it!" Be brave, why bother to find so many crooked reasons to shirk..."
"This king didn't evade, but just told the truth. The moment this king pierced with his long sword, Murong Yue sideways avoided the vital point. Although the sword hurt very badly, it didn't kill him..." King Zhennan said in a word. , with clear eyes.
Song Shizhong snorted disdainfully: "People have been dead for ten years, whatever you say!"
"This king is not lying. I just admit that I was not Murong Yue's opponent ten years ago. This king can't kill Murong Yue..." King Zhennan said in a low voice, looking sideways at Song Shizhong: "It's not just this king, And you, General Song, you can't kill Murong Yue..."
Song Shizhong narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean?"
"Ten years ago, Murong Yue's martial arts had already reached its peak, and you, General Song, had just achieved some success in your poisonous palm. Don't say you just hit him a few times. All the toxins are forced out, and your poisonous palm can't poison him at all..." Zhennan Wang said lightly, his steady voice was calm and unwavering.
"You know this general so well?" Song Shizhong looked at him with raised eyebrows, his eyes full of mockery.
King Zhennan didn't take it seriously, glanced at him casually, and said: "Ten years ago, your martial arts were even inferior to this king's. How could you kill someone that this king couldn't even kill!"
"You..." Song Shizhong choked, pointing at King Zhennan, speechless angrily.
The king of Zhennan turned a blind eye, looked sideways at Murong Xue, and said word by word: "This king owes Miss Murong a life, and the girl can take it away at any time. This king will never frown. This king stabbed your father with a sword." , the king admits that the sword stabbed in the chest, the king also admits, but that sword really didn't hit the vital point... "
Ten years ago, Murong Yue was very powerful in martial arts, used his soldiers like a god, and was famous all over the world. When they fought Murong Yue, they were always cautious and cautious. That battle was very tragic, with mountains of corpses and rivers of blood. And he even fought against Murong Yue directly.
He still remembers the details of that battle clearly. He didn't stab Murong Yue's vitals, and with his martial arts at that time, he couldn't stab Murong Yue's heart...
Looking at Zhennan Wang's magnanimous eyes, Murong Xue's heart was full of turmoil. Zhennan Wang was magnanimous. He said that if he didn't kill Murong Yue, he probably didn't kill Murong Yue, but: "How could my father die? ?”
The King of Zhennan shook his head: "I don't know, this king is also very puzzled. Although your father's injuries are serious, most of them are skin injuries. There is no serious injury. It is not fatal. As long as you rest for a while, you will be safe and sound, but He seems to have died after returning to camp..."
Once the news of Murong Yue's death was reported, the nations were shocked. No one thought that the famous God of War would fall like that...
"Your father didn't lose too much blood and died, right? After all, King Zhennan's sword pierced very deeply..." Song Shizhong said weakly, his weak voice revealing unconcealable gloating.
"Shut up!" Murong Xue slapped Song Shizhong hard on the mouth with a backhanded palm, and slapped back what he hadn't finished. She looked at him coldly and said, "The soldiers of the military camp sent my father's body back to the Marquis of Zhenguo's mansion." Said at the time, my father died of serious injuries!"
"It's impossible!" Zhennan Wang shook his head heavily, his eyes flashed with unprecedented solemnity: "Although your father's injuries are serious, he will never die..." After a pause, he said in a low voice: "Your father's Death, there is something strange... "
Murong Xue's cold eyes narrowed sharply...