Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1699

Rong He made sarcastic remarks in his half-familiar Beiyi dialect, and Ma Chuyang responded in his half-familiar Wan dialect.

There were originally many Wan soldiers, and they did not have time to look up and take a closer look at who was hanging on the city wall.

After this reminder, they all went to see the corpse hanging on the city wall and were horrified.

The governor of Guicheng!

What a strong and bloodthirsty man he was! Now his head and body are torn apart!

Is it such a sloppy death?

When did the Northern Wing people become so brutal?

Ma Chuyang has always been good at winning people's hearts. Now that the knife has been handed to him, how can he let it go easily?

The young man was still frivolous and unruly, "Kneel down and call me grandpa! Damn Wan people! You didn't evolve well and you came out to embarrass yourself!"

Tang Xinghe spat out a mouthful of blood foam and laughed loudly, "How can we have such a beastly grandson!"

Ma Chuyang shouted, "Yes, yes, yes! What my brother Xinghe said is right! I burned down your governor's office. Look, the flames are still rising to the sky!"

In the distance, a red light flashed, which was the direction of the prefect's office.

The Wan people looked at the fire lighting up the sky, their eyes reddened.

I felt angry and even more afraid.

The people of Beiyi are so powerful! Once this thought came to my mind, my heart and hands started to tremble.

Considering that the prefect's office was heavily guarded, how did these young men manage to kill people inside, set fire to the office, and finally hang Wu Le's body on the city wall?

The knife in the Wan soldier's hand became limp.

Ma Chuyang cursed with a smile, but he did not stop and killed a few more Wan people who were staring at the fire in a daze.

The night wind rose, blowing the ropes on the city wall.

The corpse swayed in the wind.

Rong He didn't get the upper hand verbally. He looked at his brother's head with his eyes open and flew into a rage. His mouth twisted with anger, "Kill! Kill these Beiyi dogs!"

Ma Chuyang picked up a long sword dropped by a Wan soldier and drew a conceited arc in the night sky.

Where the knife tip passed, there were the wailing and blood of the Wan soldiers. He laughed arrogantly and unruly, "Come on! Grandpa will teach you how to be a man!"

In an instant, the eight Northern Wing men all had long swords in their hands.

Tang Xinghe shouted, "The geese fly across the sky, and the long sword shines on the cold snow."

The geese fly in formation, forming an inverted V-shape.

Eight figures moved suddenly, their swords flashed like snow, interweaving into a fierce killing net in the night.

The one at the forefront was still Tang Xinghe. He swept his long sword across, and blood splattered three feet wherever the blade went.

The will to fight was rekindled in his chest, and his wild laughter was transmitted in the night wind: "Let Wan thief see what a Beiyi man is like!"

Eight long swords clanged at the same time, and the sword light poured down like a galaxy, splitting the rushing Wan soldiers into a bloody wave.

The sound shook the whole area, and the cold light was stained with blood.

The sword formation suddenly closed together, the eight men became one, and they crossed each other in a flash, with waves of blood surging wherever the swords passed.

Sometimes it is a person character, sometimes it is a one character.

The torches of the Wan soldiers had formed a red tide, but the sharpness of the goose-shaped sword formation was even stronger.

I don’t know how long the battle lasted, and I don’t know how many people died.

The North Wing Vanguard's knife finally slowed down.

The blade was no longer sharp, and his breathing was as heavy as tearing silk. The hand holding the knife was cracked at the base, and blood and sweat flowed down.

The men of Beiyi are not made of iron, and their flesh and blood bodies will eventually be exhausted.

The Beiyi man standing at the end felt his knees weaken and he fell to the ground.

His back had already been hacked to pieces, with arrow and knife marks all over it, and the clotted blood scabs were soaked by the newly gushing hot blood.

He gripped the knife tightly, with the tip of the knife stuck in the soil, and held his body up so as not to fall.

A Beiyi man can die, but he cannot die on his knees. He supported himself on the hilt of the knife and slowly stood up.

Everyone heard the noise and turned to look at him.

Seeing that the bloody man under the moonlight was almost at the end, Tang Xinghe was heartbroken, tears rolled down his cheeks, he took a deep breath and shouted, "North Wing Tang Xinghe!"

To carve their names into this land.