This night, for Wu Song, was the most difficult battle of his life. Not only did he face three opponents with strong martial arts, but he was also greatly tested mentally and physically.
His breathing was heavy and rapid, and every breath of air seemed to prick his lungs, but he still held on, knowing that this was not just a life-and-death contest, but a duel between good and evil.
1. The end of loyalty
At the foot of the ancient Qinfeng Mountain, the evening afterglow is projected on the winding mountains, reflecting a magnificent picture. In this picture, Wu Song, a martial artist who has made a name for himself in the rivers and lakes, is facing the most difficult challenge of his life. His opponents are the top three masters in the official army: Tang Meng, Pang Yi and Wen Da. They were not only strong opponents in martial arts, but also represented the authority and majesty of the imperial court at that time.
The mountain wind was howling, blowing Wu Song's clothes, and his eyes flashed with determination and determination. Facing the three masters in front of him, he did not have the slightest fear, but showed a heroic and fearless momentum. This battle is not just a clash of power, but an ultimate contest of loyalty and betrayal, good and evil.
Tang Meng, wearing heavy armor and holding a spear, his eyes revealed fierceness and ambition. Pang Yi, with strong muscles, the big knife in his hand flashed with cold light, and his existence was like an unshakable mountain. And Wenda, although he is thin, the soft sword in his hand is as smart as a snake, which should not be underestimated. These three people, each with their own strengths, are enough to make any opponent fearful.
These three masters of the official army, each of them are not inferior to the famous Guan Sheng and Lin Chong in history, Tang Meng mocked loudly: "Wu Song, you are alone, how can you defeat the three of us?"
A hint of firmness flashed in Wu Song's eyes, and he responded: "Justice is in hand, I am fearless!" Pang Yi added with a sneer: "Just rely on your little ability?"
Second, the flames of war are raging
At dusk, Qin Fengshan was shrouded in the raging flames of war, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be shocked by this cruel battle. In the valley, the flames spread like furious flames, illuminating the tragic battlefield. Under the light of this fire, Wu Song witnessed a scene that made his heart like a knife—he had regarded it as a brother's kindness, and fell in a pool of blood, seriously injured.
Wu Song's heart was filled with grief and anger. He held the iron rod in his hand tightly, his eyes flashed with anger, and he stepped towards Tang Meng alone. Tang Meng, who had changed into a battle armor at this time, was holding a simple knife, and the two met in the center of the battlefield, bursting out with unprecedented battle intent.
The iron rod collided with the Pu knife, making a crisp metal clashing sound. Sparks splashed everywhere, and in the interplay of light and shadow, the figures of the two moved quickly on the battlefield, fighting fiercely. Wu Song's iron rod weighed as much as a thousand pounds, and each blow was full of power and anger, while Tang Meng's Pu knife was agile and sharp, and everywhere the blade passed, there was a dead silence.
As the battle continued, Wu Song felt his physical strength gradually depleted, but his eyes remained steadfast. He remembered his past with Shi En, the friendship and trust of those years, and these memories turned into the strength of his battle. Tang Meng noticed Wu Song's mood fluctuations, and said mockingly: "Wu Song, with your strength, do you still want to take revenge?" Wu Song gritted his teeth and responded coldly: "You forced me to come here, today, I must avenge my brother!"
As the battle continued, the breathing of the two men became heavier and heavier, sweat mixed with blood and dripped onto the charred earth. Each of Wu Song's attacks was carried with determination and grief, while Tang Meng constantly used ruthless moves to try to suppress Wu Song.
In this interweaving of war and dusk, the figures of the two become more and more lonely and strong. The anger in Wu Song's heart was like a flame that kept burning, pushing him to continue fighting, even if there were thorns in front of him, he would never back down.
3. Break the enemy alone
The battle was like a nightmare with no end to it, and it lasted for a long night. The night sky under Qinfeng Mountain was dyed red by the raging flames of war, the stars were obscured by thick smoke, and only the shouts of killing and the sound of metal clashes on the battlefield echoed in the silent night sky. Wu Song, in this endless darkness, still fought alone, insisting on the belief and justice in his heart.
After repelling Tang Meng, Wu Song's physical strength had been greatly reduced, but the battle did not end there. Pang Yi, this powerful warrior, brazenly joined the battle group. He was armed with a huge battle axe, and every blow seemed to be able to shake the mountains and rivers, bringing unprecedented pressure to Wu Song. Under Pang Yi's onslaught, Wu Song kept retreating, and it seemed that he could be knocked down at any time.
In this desperate situation, Wu Song felt unprecedented exhaustion and pain. Every punch he throws, it's like he's fighting the whole world. His clothes were soaked with sweat and blood, and the pain of his wounds was unbearable, but there was still an unyielding flame burning in his eyes.
In this critical moment, he recalled his faith, those days of fighting for justice and brotherhood, and these memories inspired the heroism in his heart.
Pang Yi laughed wildly and mocked: "Wu Song, how long can you last?" Wu Song was out of breath, but responded without showing weakness: "As long as I still have a breath, I will never bow to the evil forces." In this life-and-death contest, Wu Song showed amazing perseverance and fighting skills, he was like a wounded beast, relying on strong willpower to constantly fight back against Pang Yi's offensive.
As the battle deepened, Pang Yi began to be surprised, he didn't expect an injured martial artist to be so tenacious. Each of Wu Song's attacks was full of determination and courage, and his eyes flashed with an unyielding light. In this desperate battle, he used all his strength, and every punch seemed to challenge fate.
In the end, in a fierce confrontation, Wu Song, with his extraordinary endurance and superb martial arts, found Pang Yi's flaw and fatally hit him at the vital point with one move. Pang Yi fell heavily to the ground, unable to get up again. Wu Song stood on the battlefield, although he was covered in wounds, his eyes were extremely determined. He knew that he was not just fighting for himself, but for those who believed in justice and friendship.
As the night faded, the first rays of the morning sun pierced through the thick smoke and dust, illuminating the battlefield. Wu Song looked at the messy battlefield around him and took a deep breath. He knew that while the battle was over, he still had a long way to go. He must continue to move forward and continue to find his own path in this river and lake full of challenges and difficulties.
Fourth, the tragic back
At dawn, a glimmer of light gradually rises in the sky, heralding the arrival of a new day. The battlefield under Qin Feng Mountain is already silent, but there are still unresolved disputes hidden in this silence. Wu Song, after a night of hard fighting, although he got rid of the pursuers, he was exhausted, the pain of the wounds on his body was unbearable, and every step seemed to be fighting against death.
It was at this time that he encountered his last opponent - Wenda. Wen Da, a master known for his superb swordsmanship, was standing in front of Wu Song at the moment, his eyes revealing coldness and determination. He was armed with a sharp long sword and his posture was agile, and he was obviously ready for a decisive battle with Wu Song.
The battle between the two broke out quickly, and the sword light and stick shadows intertwined into a thrilling picture in the glimmer of the morning light. Although Wu Song was physically exhausted, he still showed his unyielding heroic nature every time he swung his stick. Each of his blows was filled with determination and courage, as if to turn all the pain and anger into the power of this stick.
Wenda's swordsmanship was dexterous and sharp, and the tip of his sword kept stabbing at Wu Song like a spirit snake, trying to find his flaws. However, Wu Song unleashed his incredible potential in a desperate situation, and he displayed extraordinary martial arts between dodging and returning fire.
The battle had exceeded more than fifty rounds, and Wu Song's physical strength had gradually reached its limit, his breathing became more and more rapid, and sweat and blood stains were mixed together, dripping on the cold ground. However, there is still an unyielding flame burning in his eyes, which is a kind of strength and persistence that comes from the depths of his heart.
During a fierce attack, Wu Song felt that his physical strength was almost exhausted, and he knew that he could not continue to fight for a long time. So, in an instant, he gathered all his strength, shouted loudly, and launched a final assault on Wenda. At this moment, his voice echoed on the battlefield, full of unwillingness and challenge.
Eventually, the blow failed to defeat Venta, but it forced him to take a few steps back. Wu Song took advantage of this opportunity, relying on his last strength, to retreat and withdraw from the battlefield. His figure looked particularly weak in the morning light, but there was a determination in his eyes that he had never felt before.
As Wu Song left, Wenda stood in place, watching his back. A hint of mixed emotion flashed in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something. On the battlefield, there was no hustle and bustle, only the footprints left by Wu Song remained, witnessing the battle of this night.
5. Hero's farewell
In the early morning after the war, the mountain breeze of Qinfeng Mountain was a little cool, blowing through the wreckage of the battlefield and the scattered weapons. In this silence, Wu Song sat alone on a towering rock, looking out at the hazy mountains and the smoke that gradually dissipated.
Although his body was extremely tired, his mind could not be calm. There was a faint sadness and unwillingness in his eyes, which was a kind of emotion for the end of the hero, and also a helplessness for the irresistible fate on the road of life.
Wu Song's gaze was deep, as if he had traveled through time and space, returning to his past years. In those years, he was known for his integrity and bravery, and he acted chivalrous and righteous in the rivers and lakes countless times, becoming a hero in people's mouths. Now, however, he sits alone on the top of this silent mountain, feeling the ups and downs of life and the impermanence of the world.
He lowered his head lightly and whispered to himself: "My martial artist has been upright all my life, but I didn't expect to die like this today." This sentence is full of memories of the past and helplessness for the future. Although his voice was low, it was full of power, as if he was telling heaven and earth about his grievances and regrets.
At this moment, Wu Song felt the fragility of life and the heaviness of fate. He recalled the challenges and struggles of his life, the ambitions of his youth, the days of fighting for justice and faith. These memories flashed through his mind like scenes of the past, making him feel both proud and sad.
Wu Song stood up and looked at the sun gradually rising in the east, his heart was full of complicated emotions. He knows that despite the uncertainty and hardships of life, he has never given up on his beliefs. In this world, he has always maintained his integrity and bravery, no matter how difficult and tortuous his fate may be.
Under the illumination of the morning light, Wu Song's figure became more and more determined. He knew that although the road ahead was unknown, he had to keep going. This is not only a commitment to the past, but also an exploration of the future path.
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