Beast Concubine: Demon Queen of the Ghost King

The 50,000 soldiers on one side were intoxicated with admiration, but on the other side they were trembling with fear.

Seeing this, Zhang Qi couldn't bear it any longer. A fishy smell came from her body - she was so scared that she peed her pants.

General Wang also had a livid look on his face, and the hands in his sleeves were tightly clenched into fists: Yu'er's words are true, this Nangong Aotian must not be kept.

Even if you risk your life, you must destroy Nangong Aotian for Yu'er, otherwise it will definitely become a stepping stone on Yu'er's road in the future.

"The name of the Ghost King is famous all over the world. Today, the Japanese general wants to learn from it." The sword on his waist flashed out. In an instant, a silver sword light cut through the night sky. On his plain face, there were deep and sharp eyes.

Gradually a fighting spirit emerged.

"Since the prince is so elegant, I might as well accompany General Wang to fight with him."

Nangong Aotian stepped forward with his sword forward again, looking leisurely and at ease, curling his lips coldly, and a cold murderous aura burst out from his eyes.

General Wang also looked back at Nangong Aotian coldly, and the fierce fighting spirit in his deep eyes gradually turned into a prairie fire, which could not be seen at a glance: as a general lying drunk on the battlefield, as a soldier.

Take the Ice Blade Samurai as an example, what could be more exciting than meeting a well-matched opponent?

General Wang is very excited!

But Nangong Aotian is too laid-back, with cold and arrogant eyebrows, and ice in his eyes. When he raises his eyes, the air condenses instantly, and he is brilliant. But people who are familiar with him know another meaning: annoying, the opponent is too weak, really annoying

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The silver sword in his hand is placed casually on its side, seemingly placed inadvertently. However, if an expert with superb swordsmanship looks at it, he will know that this is a move that only a swordsman who is extremely confident in his own swordsmanship will adopt.

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You can attack and defend, you can use every move to make you invincible.

However, Nangong Aotian's stance is different. The edge of his sword is slightly sideways. This angle is just the best angle for a swordsman to attack. It seems that it can attack and defend, but in fact it is different. It is full of murderous intent and the edge is hidden.

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At this moment, Nangong Aotian's sword stance was no different from his. He looked calm and relaxed, but in fact, he was hiding murderous intent, and he should be killed with one blow!

Could it be that he planned to kill himself with one move? Just like he had just killed two rows of killers with half a move!

Under the stage, the 50,000 soldiers once again returned to their wooden sculpture form. They did not whisper, but looked at Nangong Aotian and General Wang with calm eyes.

Everyone knew in their hearts that their prince would definitely win, but after all, General Wang was a famous general in the Zhao Kingdom, and he was not a person who deserved his reputation.

Opportunities for masters to confront each other like this are not common for them, and they must learn skills from it.

Opportunities for the prince to teach in person were rare, and the soldiers of Hutou Camp always cherished such opportunities.

If General Wang knew the hearts of fifty thousand soldiers, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood again. They didn't take him seriously at all. He was just a sparring partner for their prince.

Luo Ming and Luo Ling came to Jin Yi's side.

Luo Ming said softly: "Tell me, how many tricks will the prince use this time?"

Jin Yi frowned: "It should be more than ten moves." After all, if you teach fifty thousand soldiers in person, no one who can do ten or eight moves can see anything.

But if there are more than ten moves, I'm afraid the prince won't have the patience.

"Would the prince be impatient and kill him with one move?" Luo Ling was a little worried. His prince was the most impatient.

"No, Your Majesty knows that General Wang is still useful, so he probably won't cut him off. At most, he will break off his arms and legs. Don't worry, Your Majesty knows what's appropriate." Jin Yi touched his chin and hesitated: "Let's

Cheer up, if the prince is really impatient, then remind the prince again."

Luo Ming, Luo Ling's mouth twitched: "That's all we can do!"

From beginning to end, there was no mention at all of Nangong Aotian losing, what should I do if he was injured?

On the general stage, Nangong Aotian smelled the smell of urine. He frowned and kicked Zhang Qi off the general stage. There was a click and the sound of bones breaking. Zhang Qi's vision went dark and he fainted.

The smell of urine faded away, and Nangong Aotian turned his eyes to General Wang: "I don't like to compete with others, so I will make an exception today. The general should feel honored!"

It's extremely arrogant, but it's the truth.

Nangong Aotian hated fighting with others, because every time he made a move, it would be a killing move. However, his identity as General Wang was there and he still had value, so he couldn't die here.

In other words, he gave his life to General Wang, which was indeed a rare honor.

But obviously, General Wang himself didn’t think so.

On a plain face, there was a pair of red eyes, which were getting redder and redder, until they were almost as red as fire. They stared at him: "I don't even bother to fight with others. It's your honor to make an exception today."

"It turns out that people in Zhao State like to imitate parrots." Nangong Aotian shook his head, his eyes even more contemptuous.

General Wang stared at the sharp sword in Nangong Aotian's hand from the corner of his eyes. He held the long sword tightly in his hand and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Real skills are not just words."

"Okay!" As soon as the voice fell, the murderous look on his face flashed, and the sharp sword in his hand turned into an aurora with cold brilliance in the night, and shot out at General Wang.

Wherever the sword wind passed, a foot-deep ravine shot out, spreading all the way, hitting every point and leaving indelible traces.

Feeling the ferocity of Nangong Aotian's attack, General Wang looked solemn. He flipped the long sword out from the palm of his hand, injected his strong inner strength into the sword, raised the sword, and drew a sharp light in the air, facing him squarely.

Shang Nangong Aotian's sword style.

General Wang had the intention of dying together, so he used all his internal and arm strength with this sword.

"boom!"

A loud noise suddenly exploded.

The entire Dianjiangtai was instantly in a mess.

The sword light shot out, and General Wang felt a pain in his chest. He took two steps back, his hand went numb, he was unable to hold the sword, and the long sword flew down.

The next moment, he spit out a mouthful of hot blood. Before he could recover, the sword wind of the sharp silver sword swept over his head, and a section of black hair fell off.

General Wang turned pale and showed an expression of disbelief: Impossible. He practiced martial arts at the age of three. He has strong internal strength and superb swordsmanship. He is a rare master in the world. How could he not be able to defeat even one move of the Ghost King?

But before his fear had passed, his whole body flew out again. It was not Nangong Aotian's strength, but the force of the true energy in his body that was rushing out.

There was another bang, and General Wang flew out, landing in a standard dog-eating manner, just below the stage.

To fail in one move and to land in such a posture is a great shame for General Wang, a general who is galloping on the battlefield.

He would rather die than live on in this world, let alone become a bargaining chip for Nangong Aotian to threaten Zhao State and Yu'er.

He has a gloomy and terrifying face, and the depths of his eyes are black. He has lost a round. How can he still live in this world?

Since General Wang started practicing martial arts, he has never been defeated by virtue of his outstanding talent. He is also regarded as the uncle of the country. In the Zhao Kingdom, he is inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people. He has never tasted this feeling.

Now he was defeated by Nangong Aotian with one move and deliberately humiliated him. Although his life was not hurt, he felt that he could not live anymore.

He actually lost to a young boy, a boy he had always looked down upon. Such a blow made him decide to die to repay his country.

But at the next moment, General Wang was shocked. He exposed his tendons and prepared to kill himself, only to find that the eight extraordinary meridians in his body were completely blocked. Now, he can't even seek death!

Nangong Aotian took action personally, just for this reason, so that he could not even die.

This person is still useful, so of course I have to keep him!

What a shame!

General Wang was furious and wanted to open his mouth to curse Nangong Aotian, but found that he could not even open his mouth. He was like a little beast fighting in a trapped beast. He wanted to struggle angrily, but could not even move.

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Nangong Aotian looked at General Wang who was staring at him with splitting eyes, and smiled coldly: "You dare to show your ugliness even if you are a trivial person!"

"Your Majesty, are fifty thousand soldiers looking at you eagerly? How can you solve it with just one move?" Jin Yi looked at Nangong Aotian with some confusion. In the past, when he met a master, the prince would deliberately let the soldiers off, so that the soldiers could take care of themselves.

Watch and learn something, today is so unusual.

"The smell of urine is terrible!"

Originally, he planned to let the soldiers of Hutou Camp watch, but he was in a bad mood just now due to the smell of Zhang Qi's urine, so he was not in the mood to entertain General Wang.

"Pull it down!" Nangong Aotian glanced at General Wang, who was unable to commit suicide and could not move, and ordered with a stern face.

Then he looked coldly at the fainted Zhang Qi: "Take this thing back to Mingdu!"

"Yes!" Two young generals came immediately and dragged General Wang and Zhang Qi off the ground, just like dragging a dead dog or a dead duck.

Especially Zhang Qi, her head bumped from time to time along the way, either bumping into this or that. She woke up from the pain and fainted again from the pain.

This damn teenager did it on purpose.

right!

It was indeed intentional. Zhang Qi was such a coward that he wet his pants in fear, which made their prince not in the mood to teach him personally. Why didn't the fifty thousand soldiers feel resentful?

I wish I could torture Zhang Qi to death!

"Since the prince, prince and others dare to come to our Hutou camp, the situation in Mingdu must not be too optimistic. My subordinates are worried that the tiger talisman and soldier talisman..." Luo Ming leaned next to Nangong Aotian and said softly.

"Zhang Qi came with the imperial edict, and my subordinates are also worried about the emperor's comfort in the palace, afraid..." Luo Ling also whispered.

Before Nangong Aotian could answer, Jin Yi laughed: "Don't worry, the young lady and the prince are divided into two groups. The prince is here, and the young lady will take charge of the overall situation in the Ming Dynasty."

Miss Bingxue is smart and resourceful, so she will definitely live up to the prince's trust!

I just feel a little uneasy in my heart!