Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 19 19. If you don’t speak, it’s a blockbuster

War is hell.

Witnessing the nine emperors of **** crying from the beginning to the end, Xia Ji finally couldn't bear her tears, got up and walked out of the tower, carrying a jar of strong wine to the edge of hell.

Over the imperial city, heavy iron-gray clouds were piled up, like the mountains of ink and wash hanging heavy and low, but they were restrained in mid-air by the mighty power of heaven and earth.

This time, the imperial city was guarded again, but it is no longer possible to count how many people died. The two city gates have deep dents and punctures. The gates can only be closed tightly, and there are many moments left around. A heavy object used to block the door to prevent sudden attacks by foreigners.

Xia Ji patted the wine jar to seal the mud, fingers grasping the cold altar rim, and the sweet wine swayed to his lips.

Look up.

Swig.

Wine enters the liver and intestines.

Like a static fire burning.

Deng Jue walked towards the tower with a face full of wind and frost. He was no longer the spirit of a few days ago. At this time, he was extremely old and exhausted, his body was stained with blood, his own, and more of his colleagues' enemies.

Suddenly there was another movement under the city. Deng Jue looked sideways and saw another ghost general riding a giant wolf from a distance. He stood under the city, and he waved his sword and laughed. He shouted: "Is your Dashang dynasty all rubbish? You can't guard against it, and you can't win singles. Who else would dare to fight with me? Hahaha!!!"

Deng Jue recognized the person. This was the ghost Fang Meng-Chi Kui, who had cut off a total of 19 heads of his general and knight.

It is also a taboo for enemy generals to challenge and not fight, because it will reduce the morale of the army, but Deng Jue can no longer control so much. Is there still morale now?

Everyone is still here, it's definitely not morale support, but continue to struggle with instinct, and it's over.

He walked around the corner and saw the prince in black armor who was drinking. He couldn’t help feeling a lot. He heard that the prince had been under house arrest for two years and chanting for two years. , There is actually a bit of pride.

When Deng Jue thought about it, he had already strolled to Xia Ji's side, stood with him on a railing, looked at the city, and suddenly said softly: "His Royal Highness has fulfilled his promise and has not left until then, old man. Admire it, but this city can no longer be guarded, so your Highness still. Let's go."

Xia Ji didn't answer, but just carried the wine jar and drank more than anything else. At the end of the drink, he threw the wine jar away and smashed it to pieces, and then said, "Okay."

The next moment, he jumped from the wall in Deng Jue’s unbelievable eyes, raised his right hand, and the black halberd leaning against the wall shot away, piercing the sky and falling into the palm of his hand. Above, the prince's black hair danced wildly, with a calm look in his eyes.

Bang! !

He fell heavily under the city,

The earth bears such a force, and the frozen soil is cracking every inch, like a meteor hit the ground.

In the city, Deng Jue felt his brain buzzed and became blank. What does "good" mean? ?

Down the city, Chi Kui was also shocked by the posture and momentum of the appearance, and couldn't help asking, "Who are you?"

Xia Ji replied "Xia Ji",

Before the word "Ji" fell, it was a roar of trampling on the ground.

As the Jiuyang Liehua continued to circulate, the figure had become a dazzling afterimage, and the black energy of the demon halberd was shrouded in a horizontal direction.

Chikui killed 19 people in a row. No one dared to fight, and his confidence was full. At this time, although he was shocked, he would not run away after meeting, although he was still wondering "Who is Xia Ji? Why didn't he report his identity?" Why is there such a strong in Dashang?"

But when he saw the opponent rushing, he responded quickly.

A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and the thick legs that covered the armor clamped the giant wolf, clutching the ghost long knife and galloping over.

Da da da.

Two extremely fast silhouettes oppose each other, like two lightning strikes and collides in the center.

Xia Ji didn't use any skills, the black halberd halberd tip flashed across the Nine Suns, the hot halberd blade slammed down, Chi Kui roared, and the ghost head sword floated up with bleeding evil spirits, piercing the air to welcome!

Halberd.

Shattered.

One fell to the end.

Passed through the space where Chikui was.

Xia Ji passed through the ghost and fierce general, and continued to walk forward, his arms stretched, the halberd stretched out, and the Liehua and the black energy entwined like twin dragons.

And behind him, a blood line appeared on the body of the invincible General Ghost Fang, and a blood line appeared on the back of the giant wolf. After a pause for two seconds, an increasingly thicker blood line burst out. Divide into two parts.

Chi Kui, the giant wolf, and the long sword of the ghost all fell in the snow, and the pupils were still shocked on that half of the face.

On the wall of the imperial city, in the tower, many eyes gathered on the black armored prince, many people did not even see clearly, the battle was over.

Deng Jue was still standing by the railing, a pair of tired old eyes staring at the city, his expression was shocked and complicated, and his hands had already clasped the cracks in the crevices.

Xia Ji had already gone far.

Six or seven miles away from the ghost square, millions of refugees were imprisoned.

Countless eyes were staring at the figure of the black armored prince, and some crows were silent, and soon the ghost side burst out roaring and roared at the black armored prince.

Xia Ji walked to the middle of the two armies, raised a black halberd, pointed at thousands of troops and horses, and said lightly: "Next."

A burly and tall man soon came out of the Guifang camp. He rode a giant wolf, coldly slammed the black armored general who had no mounts on the opposite side, and snorted.

He carried a giant axe, and suddenly accelerated the sprint. The momentum of his whole body was constantly rising with the impact of the giant wolf. When he arrived in front of the black armored prince, he burst out with a shout. The momentum has reached the peak, and the giant axe tears the wind and snow. drop.

"it is good!"

Xia Ji's right hand black halberd plunged to the ground abruptly, even without a hundred poses. He dashed forward and shot forward with his right hand. In the process of shooting, a picture of 18 layers of **** appeared on that hand. The form of the law has become a giant hand.

The giant hand pierced through the air, passed through the giant axe, and directly grabbed the ghostly strong man.

The burly and fierce man was startled, but he could not react. He was lifted into the air by the giant hand, and then was smashed to the ground along with the giant wolf under his hip.

Bang! ! !

It was like two blood-drinking full-bodied mosquitoes were slapped, blood shot in all directions, and the wolf and the strong man were deflated.

The blood flowed on Xia Ji's black armor, and then turned into a tiny blood snake lingering on the black halberd, like water into a sponge, and was quickly absorbed.

"too weak."

The world is quiet, and the wind and snow are rustling.

Xia Ji did not grasp the halberd, opened his hands, and continued to move forward in the noisy wind and snow, saying in a cold voice: "Next."

As soon as the voice fell, another ghost general with a beard and a height of more than two meters came out. He frowned and stared at Xia Ji for a while, obviously thinking about the flaws. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he didn't know what he thought of. Zong the horse, rushed out.

When he was about to get closer, the tall general suddenly leaped up, his sword hummed and cut down with an unstoppable power.

Xia Ji looked at the shocking blade, his expression unchanged, one side of his head, **** of his right hand made a random side pressure, the scorching sun flashed by his fingertips, the golden light exploded, and the electric light flint pressed against the cut blade.

The high-speed knife was swung away!

Xia Ji took a step forward and grabbed the strong man's head, twisted it directly, and fell to the ground.

He was very fast, and the healthy horse behind him was still running with a headless corpse, and then ran a hundred meters before the corpse landed.

Xia Ji looked at the ghost army in the distance and asked loudly, "Anything else?!"

After a few breaths, another burly ghost warrior roared out from the crowd. Wherever he passed, the ghost soldiers gave up a path. Obviously, this person had a good position in the ghost side.

He did not carry weapons, like an enraged brown bear, rushing towards him, his aura grew stronger, his muscles became tighter and tighter like tree roots, and his whole body was as tight as a full bow. When he got close, he raised his hand. Punch.

A punch tore through the wind and snow, and blasted forward with the sound of wind, thunder and firecrackers.

Xia Ji stayed still, raised his right hand, opened his palm, five scorching suns appeared on his five fingers, and four in his palm, shining brightly.

With the palm of his hand, his five fingers held Nine Yang in his hand, and then, without evading the powerful offensive, he fisted in front of him.

Fist to fist.

Bang! !

Strength release!

The body of the ghost Fang Mengshi was rushed in by the Qi of the Nine Suns, as if a soft leather tube was connected to a powerful water pump.

In an instant, the body of the warrior swelled several times, and the skin couldn't support it. It exploded after suffering for a few breaths. The flesh and blood flew across Xia Ji's face, but it was burned by the high temperature of Jiuyang Zhenqi. , Fell into the magic armor and was quickly absorbed.

Snow falls.

Blood.

Xia Ji stood in front of him for a while, holding a piece of burning meat falling on his shoulder armor with his right hand and throwing it away at random, then waved to the distance.

The ghost warriors shot out one by one, and were bombarded and killed by Xia Ji in a rude manner.

This way of killing makes people feel like returning to the bloodiest and most barbaric ancient times.

All the figures on the walls of the imperial city were stunned. Every time the prince killed a person, their morale seemed to increase.

Soon.

The snow in front of Xia Ji was all dyed red, like a butcher who had just finished chopping meat, scattered the meat and bones all over the place, and many places even piled up into small hills.

Chi Kui beheaded 19 people, but by this time Xia Ji had already killed more people.

There are birds in the north, living in the mountains, with gorgeous feathers. They don't fly for three years, and they don't sing for three years.

As soon as the wind and clouds have come, the bird will not fly, it will soar to the sky, if it does not sing, it will be a blockbuster.

The imperial city, the ghost party, looked at the prince standing in the center of the stage, chanting Buddha for nearly three years, but seemed crazy.

For a while, the world was silent.

No one in the ghost camp rushed out again, and deathly silence appeared on the meat grinder-like battlefield.

Xia Ji threw away a head at random, and calmly said with luck: "Next."

But no one responded to him, and no enemy generals came out.

The prince of the great merchant waited for a long time, suddenly grinned at the corner of his lips, raised his head, and laughed wildly and harshly between the two bursts of heavy snow.

(End of this chapter)