Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

Chapter 661 Disguise as a man: My uncle is a ghost (81)

Shang Qirong frowned when he heard her words.

Immediately afterwards, I saw someone waving his hand with a happy expression on his face, "Uncle Huang, you are here!"

Uncle?

That doesn't mean that the person here is...

Gong Heng?

What the hell!

Shang Qirong's back froze.

The reason why he took the initiative to ask Ying to send troops this time was because he knew that Gong Heng would not come.

That guy is bloodthirsty, and there are countless dead souls under his sword. Not to mention one-on-one, it's a thousand to one, he doesn't have the courage!

Shang Qirong and the people nearby who heard Bai Zhen's words looked back subconsciously.

But I saw the yellow sand rolled up in the rear, and no one was there.

no one?

Shang Qirong's heart sank.

Oops, fooled!

He turned around in a panic, but Bai Zhen's spear had already appeared in front of him.

Although he was a step late, Shang Qirong was a trainee after all. He leaned back subconsciously, and the spear rubbed his side face, leaving a long blood mark.

Bai Zhen let out a "tsk".

The movements in her hands didn't stop, she put all her strength on, just for the explosion at this moment.

The spear turned, and the red tassels fluttered in the air.

Another "when" sound.

Shang Qirong protected the long sword in front of him, dodging another blow.

This time, the peak of Bai Zhen's spear was directly against the body of the long sword, making a deep mark.

She didn't let go of her strength, she directly used Qinggong, with her toes on the horse's back, her whole body rose into the air, and her body's internal strength was transported from top to bottom, allowing Qi to concentrate on the spear.

Shang Qirong's face was flushed red from the force.

Because it was too late to defend, the sword was in his heart.

Shang Qirong held the sword desperately.

Bai Zhen desperately pressed the long spear.

Then.

Everyone saw that the long sword in Shang Qirong's hand was so abruptly pushed out a crack.

Shang Qirong's face turned pale.

He stepped back again and again, as if trying to stop.

But Bai Zhen and Ben didn't give him a chance, and forced him up with faster speed and stronger force.

Seeing more and more cracks on the long sword.

Finally, there was a crisp "pop"—

In front of everyone's eyes, a long sword of black iron was so abruptly broken into two pieces, and the red ying long-spear did not have any tendency to stop, and pierced directly into Shang Qirong's chest.

"You... despicable!"

These are the three words Shang Qirong said with all his strength before he died.

Immediately a muffled sound was heard.

He fell from his horse, motionless.

It was quiet around.

Only the sound of the wind rolled up the yellow sand and whistled in my ears.

The two armies looked at the scene in front of them, but neither of them spoke.

The two were fighting too fast.

Plus it all happened so suddenly.

They haven't recovered for a long time.

after all.

Who would have thought that Shang Qirong, the famous general of the Southern Jin Dynasty, was defeated by Dayan.

Bai Zhen glanced down at Shang Qirong, pulled out his long spear, and said in a low voice, "The soldiers never tire of deceit, you underestimate the enemy."

Throwing down these words, she yanked the reins abruptly, reined in her horse, and ran towards the gate of Yongzhou City.

In the neighing sound of the horse, a voice was clear and distant, "Open the door!"

The city gate was pulled open by a small gap, Bai Zhen's speed did not weaken at all, and passed through the gap directly.

"close!"

As soon as she gave an order, the Southern Jin army saw her figure disappear in front of her eyes, and then reacted with hindsight.

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Good evening little fairies~

I'm going to ask for a ticket~~