Fantasy: Prince Peerless, Conquer the Heavens!

Chapter 49 Capturing Qin Wudao

But no matter what, it is a good thing to have the support of strong people on one's side. Emperor Qin and the five people looked at each other, and the murderous intent in their eyes became more intense. Without Duan Wanjiang, the threat of the Holy Fire Cult was greatly reduced.

"kill!"

The five people shouted in unison, and the "Five Yuan Return Formation" was running wildly. Five gorgeous light pillars shot into the sky and fell on Emperor Qin. The holy power filled the air, and the emperor's power was like the sea, exploding with semi-holy power.

Endless golden light filled the world, and the golden dragon wandered into the sky, entangled with the seven ancestors of the Holy Fire Sect again.

"Villain!"

"Despicable and shameless Da Qin!"

The ancestors of the Holy Fire Sect were still cursing, with a trace of panic flashing in their eyes. They were not afraid of the five Qin Emperors, but were afraid of Zhao Yun. The addition of a strong man who had reached the Saint Realm would change the direction of the war.

Duan Yonghui has fallen, and the Holy Fire Sect has fallen below.

"war!"

The battle in the void attracted Zhao Yun's attention. He pulled the reins with his right hand, and the war horse neighed and marched in the air with four hooves. The sound of the horse's hooves shook the sky, just like a thousand troops charging.

The bright silver gun in his hand bloomed with dazzling brilliance, like a flame burning, and the gun's intention filled the long sky.

boom!

The white dragon transformed, and the silver-white gun light penetrated the sky. A thousand-foot-long gun shadow appeared, and it stabbed in the air with a sharp gun aura.

Suddenly, an ancestor of the Holy Fire Cult who was fighting screamed, a muzzle appeared between his eyebrows, his brains sprayed out in all directions, and he died on the spot.

"Old Six!"

The other six ancestors of the Holy Fire Cult saw their brothers who had been together for ten thousand years die tragically before their eyes, their eyes turned red, and they shouted in grief. But if you look carefully, you will find that there is a trace of fear in the depths of their eyes.

That’s right!

They are scared!

Zhao Yun's strength was so terrifying that he killed a holy warrior with just one move.

…

"This is impossible, how could my father die!"

"Impossible. How could it be possible that my father, so powerful and powerful, could fall?"

"You must have lied to me if you lied to me! Tell me quickly, why did you lie to me?"

Behind the battlefield, Duan Yonghui was recovering from his injuries. After hearing the news of Duan Wanjiang's death, his eyes were dull and he roared like crazy. Finally, he collapsed on the ground and cried loudly.

Tears were like rain, wetting his clothes, turning into endless hatred, he wanted revenge!

"Your Highness the Holy Son, the Pope has fallen and the three armies have no master. Please ask the Holy Son to assume the power of the Pope and command the three armies to fight!"

Yan Zhennan, covered in blood, knelt on one knee and said that he was Duan Wanjiang's die-hard loyalist. After the latter's death, he immediately came back to support Duan Yonghui as the new pope.

"Retribution, the death of the Sixth Patriarch!"

Just when Duan Yonghui was about to agree, a soldier ran over and reported in a panic.

"What?"

Yan Zhennan was shocked. He stood up and looked at the sky. He found that only the six ancestors were still fighting. His expression suddenly changed. When he entered the battlefield of the Holy Realm, he was not the opponent of the Qin Empire.

The Pope fell and the morale of the army was depressed. Even if Duan Yonghui became the new Pope and could regain his morale, the army would not be able to escape the outcome of defeat when the battle between the powerful men in the Holy Realm ended.

what to do?

Can we prevent the situation from collapsing?

But the more anxious he became, the more his mind went blank. It was impossible to turn defeat into victory on his own, unless he was a strong saint.

"Qin Wudao!"

Duan Yonghui, who was standing on the side, said through gritted teeth, his eyes red, and the murderous aura revealed dyed the air red, making Yan Zhennan feel palpitations.

"Yes, Qin Wudao..."

Hearing this, Yan Zhennan's eyes lit up, and he thought about the key point of breaking the situation. As long as Qin Wudao is captured, he can intimidate the Great Qin Empire, sign a truce, and even use this as a basis to seize the entire Great Qin Empire.

"The Red Army obeys the order and follows the general to fight!"

Yan Zhennan hurriedly ordered, holding the weapon, he was about to return to the battlefield. After walking a few steps, he stopped again, knelt on one knee and said: "Holy Son, you are here to wait for news from your subordinates. If you succeed, then

Everything will be fine; if it fails, you can evacuate immediately and live well..."

The tone of this passage is both tragic and firm, but it is more like making a will!

As the prince, Qin Wudao must be protected by strong men. His trip is likely to be full of dangers and disasters.

Even so, he has no hesitation!

"Don't worry, Bishop! If you fail, I will avenge you!"

Duan Yonghui closed his eyes slightly, clenched his fists with both hands, and his sharp nails pierced his skin, causing blood to flow out and drip onto the ground, splashing blood flowers.

Yan Zhennan stood up, no longer worried, and led the strong men in red into the battlefield.

This time, they were not trying to kill the enemy, but looking for Qin Wudao, like a wild horse running wild on the battlefield, searching for the target.

But how difficult is it to find someone on a hundred-mile battlefield?

It took more than half an hour, and more than half of the red-coated troops were killed, without any discovery.

"Look for it, find it for me!"

Yan Zhennan kept giving orders, glanced at the sky, and stamped his right foot on the ground. Like a cannonball, it rushed into the void, shocking the subordinates around him.

You must know that the void is a battlefield for those who have reached the Saint Realm. If others fly high into the sky, they will be targeted or involved in the aftermath, which will be very dangerous.

However, at this time, when the battle in the Saint Realm entered a critical stage, Emperor Qin and others had no time to think about Yan Zhennan, who was just an ant.

Despite the horrific aftermath, Yan Zhennan searched for traces of Qin Wudao at high altitudes. Huangtian paid off. After searching for a few minutes, he finally saw a young man wearing a python robe and covered in blood.

"Generals, listen to the order and follow me to kill!"

After Yan Zhennan fell to the ground, he led his men to kill Qin Wudao, carving a bloody path among thousands of troops.

"cut!"

More than ten miles away, Qin Wudao led Liu Yong and others to continuously kill the soldiers of the Holy Fire Priest. Around them, corpses were piled up, their bones and flesh turned into mud. Their eyes widened in fear, as if they were questioning the sky.

"Your Highness, fighting with you is so enjoyable!"

After Liu Yong killed an enemy, blood dripped slowly from the soldier's body, and his red hair fluttered, just like a madman.

Bathed in the hot blood, Qin Wudao showed a sneer, his evil energy stirred up the void, and the sword light surrounded him, like a demon king.

On the battlefield, you have to become a devil and become the devil in the enemy's heart.

"Send the order to capture the Prince of Qin!"

There was a sound of footsteps, and Yan Zhennan led the elite red-coated troops to come forward. Looking at the densely packed corpses on the ground, his face could not help but twist, and he ordered angrily.

"kill!!"

Thousands of soldiers roared loudly, and the bloody evil aura filled the air, like tigers descending from the mountain and charging towards Qin Wudao.

"Protect Your Highness!"

Liu Yong hurriedly ran to Qin Wudao. Every step he took would be filled with blood. The same was true for the rest of the soldiers, forming a wall of blood standing on the ground.

They could see that the target of these people was Qin Wudao.

(End of chapter)