Rebirth Zhu Yuanzhang's King Summoning System

Chapter 75 One Life For Another ([-])

The silver-leaf warrior held the samurai sword tightly in both hands, raised it high above his head, and the clogs under his feet made a "click-click" sound.

Zhao Pusheng glanced at the seriously injured Ding Pulang, and shouted in his heart that something was wrong. Seeing the silver leaf warrior approaching step by step, Zhao Pusheng took a deep breath, clenched his teeth, and clenched the remaining steel knife with his right hand.

The Silver Leaf Warrior yelled, and rushed to Zhao Pusheng, slashing down with the samurai sword in his hand, showing a trace of pleasure in killing on his ferocious face.

Zhao Pusheng didn't dodge or dodge, but when the samurai sword was about to fall to the top of his head, he tilted his head and directly pressed the opponent's blade with his injured shoulder blade.

Zhao Pusheng's behavior greatly shocked the Silver Leaf Warrior, but the shock in his eyes was only for a moment, and then it was replaced by a strong sense of ridicule.

The naive Han people were so whimsical that they used their shoulder blades to resist the damage of the samurai sword.

Who in the whole of Toyo doesn't know that Fusang Island's samurai sword, which has been tempered for thousands of years, is an artifact that can cut whales in half. How can the mere flesh of the Han people resist such a sharp blade?

The silver leaf warrior narrowed his eyes, waiting for the sound of the katana splitting the opponent's body.

With a crisp sound of "clang", the samurai sword in Silver Leaf Warrior's hand broke in two, he nailed it in place in shock, watching the broken knife in his hand in disbelief.Before it was too late, Zhao Pusheng inserted the long knife in his right hand into the center of Silver Leaf Warrior's left chest.

After a while, the Silver Leaf Warrior spat out a mouthful of blood, his lips were trembling: "Why...why?"

Zhao Pusheng took two hits on the enemy's left shoulder one after another, and it was basically disabled.

He withdrew the steel knife, put the tip of the knife on the ground, barely stood up, looked at the silver leaf warrior who was slowly kneeling in front of him, his eyes were cold and calm: "My ancient knife casting method in China is no worse than your Fusang's. .”

Years of blood licking has already brought Zhao Pusheng to the state of being one with swords. The two swords in his hands are as familiar and flexible as his own two arms.

The moment Silver Leaf Warrior cut off the steel knife in his left hand, Zhao Pusheng already felt that the inside of Silver Leaf's katana also suffered huge damage.The seemingly intact samurai sword is already full of cracks inside.Silver Leaf's failure was due to the coordination between the human and the sword.In Yinye's eyes, a knife is just a knife, a tool for killing, and a weapon for oneself to exchange for glory and wealth.But in Zhao Pusheng's eyes, Dao is his friend, a friend who will tell him useful information before he dies.

The silver-leaf warrior's pupils gradually dilated and he lay down on the ground.

Seeing that the Silver Leaf Warrior was killed in battle, the big man holding an iron rod turned his head to look at Zhao Pusheng who was covered in scars, narrowed his eyes and let out a soft "oh".Immediately, he picked up the iron rod and put it on his shoulder, walking towards Zhao Pusheng.

The muscles on Zhao Pusheng's face were trembling because of the pain, but in his eyes, there was a stubbornness that never bowed his head. He stood firm, pulled out the steel knife on the ground, his left shoulder drooped to one side, and the hand holding the knife in his right hand trembled slightly.

The iron stick man tilted his head, stared at the haggard Zhao Pusheng, and said loudly: "He's a man. It's a pity that he was in the wrong camp and didn't enjoy the glory and wealth. He insisted on rebelling with the Jiangnan rebels. It's a pity. ,pity."

After finishing speaking, the iron rod man picked up his weapon and threw it at the top of Zhao Pusheng's head.

Zhao Pusheng knew that he didn't have the strength to take the hard blow, so he could only roll over to the left side on the spot. The injury on his left shoulder was squeezed while rolling, and the pain penetrated into the atrium along the shoulder, and his entire scalp was numb with pain.The severe pain eroded his nerves, his foot movement slowed down a step, and he was hit hard on his ankle by the iron rod.

Zhao Pusheng snorted, one leg was useless, he put one hand on the ground, big beads of sweat fell down his forehead.

The iron rod man raised the weapon again with a blank face, aimed at Zhao Pusheng's head, and smashed it down quickly.

Zhao Pusheng closed his eyes in despair, waiting for the sound of the opponent's iron rod smashing his head.

There was a loud bang, and the huge impact mixed with the wind swept Zhao Pusheng backwards. He rolled a few times on the ground, opened his eyes and saw that Ding Pulang was holding a long hammer, fiercely fighting with the iron rod man. Fight.

Zhao Pusheng let out a long sigh of relief, and lay down slowly. Ding Pulang has always been known as a "madman".A few ribs are nothing to him.According to Zhao Pusheng's understanding of Ding Pulang, the Iron Man might be in trouble.

Sure enough, as Zhao Pusheng expected, Ding Pulang's eyes were red after being injured, and the hammer in his hand was dancing faster and faster, and his whole body was in a state of excitement.The iron stick man only had the strength to block and had no chance to fight back.Ding Planang's eyes were wide open, and he kept swinging the long hammer in his hand. The whistling wind became louder and louder, and finally a wave of air was set off, hitting the iron rod man's waist directly.

The man with the iron rod pushed by the huge impact took a few steps back again and again. Just as he stood still, a black shadow above his head rapidly expanded. Ding Planang raised the long hammer above his head and slammed down from midair.

There was a loud bang, and a huge air wave rolled up the dust all over the sky and rushed to the surroundings. The Yuan soldiers around tiptoed to look in, but they couldn't see anything.

"Who exactly won?"

"I do not know"

"Why is there no sound?"

"The Jade Broken Flag is so powerful, it won't lose."

"Yes, how could the Han people be the opponents of our Mongolian cavalry?"

"The Lord of the Jade Broken Flag must have won!"

The dust slowly settled, and the two people who caused the dust to appear in front of everyone were so shocked that everyone was speechless.

The iron rod man's legs were completely sunk into the soil. He raised his hands high, and the iron rod in his hand was bent suddenly. A long hammer was supported on the curved arc of the iron rod. The hammer head hit the iron rod man's forehead. He had already seen it. Can't see his original appearance.

At his feet, Ding Planang was lying on the ground in a big shape, his chest was heaving violently, apparently exhausted all his strength, he couldn't even stand up.

The Yuan soldiers around were silent, and after a long time, someone whispered: "Master Yu Sui Banner lost."

"Yeah, they actually fought head-on and lost to the Han people."

"Those two Han people can't seem to move. Let's go up and clean them up."

"To you. I dare not."

"That's right, those two guys were the ones who destroyed Master Yu Suiqi. Even if they can't move, they can knock me away with just a snap of their fingers."

"Yes, yes. Let's wait and see."

A circle of Yuan soldiers surrounded the panting Zhao Pusheng and Ding Pulang. No one came forward, they just stood around quietly, as if they were paying tribute to the strong.

Not only Zhao Pusheng and Ding Pulang, but also Zhu Yuanzhang and Feiying who were fighting in a ball not far away were enjoying the same treatment of Yuan soldiers.

(End of this chapter)