Long Live The Emperor! Chapter 19: Invincible before the battle
War is hell.
Witnessing the nine princesses of **** cry 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 spirits to the edge of hell.
Above the imperial city, the iron-grey clouds were accumulating, like the mountains of ink and wash hanging down heavily, but they were bound in the air by the mighty power of heaven and earth.
This time, the Imperial City was defended again, but it was impossible to count how many people died. Both city gates had deep dents and punctures. The doors could only be barely closed. There are many heavy objects that are used to block the door at any time to prevent the sudden attack of aliens.
Xia Ji patted the wine jar to seal the mud, his fingers grabbed the cold edge of the jar, and the mellow wine swayed to his lips.
Head up.
Drinking.
Wine enters the liver and intestines.
Like a silent fire.
...
Deng Jue walked towards the tower with a face full of wind and frost. He no longer had the spirit of a few days ago. At this time, he was extremely old and exhausted, and his body was stained with blood.
Suddenly there was another movement from the bottom of the city, Deng Jue looked sideways, and saw another ghost general riding a giant wolf from a distance from a distance, standing under the city, and waved the ghost's long sword. , laughed loudly and shouted: "Are all of your big business dynasties waste, you can't defend against it, you can't win one-on-one, who else dares to fight me? Hahaha!!"
Deng Jue recognized the person who came, and this was Chikui, the ghost general who beheaded nineteen heads of his generals and knights.
It is also taboo for the enemy to challenge and not fight, because it will reduce the morale of the army, but Deng Jue can no longer manage so much. Is there still morale now?
Everyone is still here, not because of morale, but because of their instinct to continue to boil it, and it ends when they die.
He walked around the corner and saw the prince in black armor who was drinking. He couldn't help feeling overwhelmed in his heart. Hearing that the prince had been under house arrest for two years in the deep palace, and chanting scriptures for two years, he really had a calm energy. In addition, there is a bit of pride.
When Deng Jue was thinking about it, he had already walked to Xia Ji's side, leaned on the railing and stood with him, looked at the city, and suddenly said softly: "His Royal Highness fulfilled his promise, and he has kept it until now. Leaving, the old man admires it, but this city can no longer be defended, Your Highness should... let's go."
Xia Ji didn't answer. He just held the wine jar and drank wildly. When he finished drinking, he threw the wine jar aside, smashed it into pieces, and said, "Okay."
The next moment, he jumped down from the city wall under Deng Jue's unbelievable eyes, raised his right hand, and the black halberd leaning against the wall flew away, falling into his hands, high above the sky, The prince danced wildly with black hair, and his eyes were as calm as abyss.
Boom!
He landed heavily under the city, twisting his neck.
The ground cracked like a meteor.
In the city, Deng Jue only felt his brain buzzing and became blank. What does "OK" mean? ?
Under the city, Chi Kui was also shocked by the posture and momentum of this appearance, and couldn't help asking: "You... Who are you?"
Xia Ji replied "Xia Ji", and then stepped on the ground, a scorching sun-like brilliance flashed through his toes, his figure pulled out the afterimage, and went straight to the target.
Chi Kui killed nineteen people in a row, but no one dared to fight, and his confidence was bursting. At this time, he was shocked even if he didn't meet each other. Although he still wondered "Who is Xia Ji? Why didn't he report his identity?", But seeing the other party rushing, he still reacted quickly.
A fierce light flashed in Chi Kui's eyes, and his thick legs covered in armor caught a giant wolf, holding a ghost-headed long sword and galloping over.
da da da...
Two extremely fast figures collided with each other, like two lightning bolts clashing and colliding in the center.
Xia Ji didn't use any skills. The tip of the black halberd flashed through the bloom of the Nine Suns, and the hot halberd blade smashed down. Chi Kui roared, and the ghost-headed long sword floated up with blood and evil energy, breaking through the air to meet it. !
The halberd falls.
Knife broken.
One fell to the bottom.
Passed through the space where Chikui was.
Xia Ji passed through this ghostly general and continued to walk forward, his arms stretched and his halberd stretched eight feet wide. As he walked, he asked in a deep voice, "Who else?"
Behind him, a blood line appeared on the body of the invincible general Ghost Fang, and a blood line appeared on the waist of the giant wolf. After two seconds, a thicker and thicker blood line burst out. And then completely divided into two parts.
Chi Kui, the giant wolf, and the ghost-headed long sword all fell into the snow, and the pupils were still horrified on that half-face.
On the top of the imperial city wall, in the tower, many eyes were focused on the prince in black armor. Many people didn't even see it clearly, and the battle was over.
Deng Jue was still standing by the railing, his tired old eyes staring at the city, his expression was shocked and complicated, and his hands were already clasping the cracks of the crenel.
Xia Ji has gone far.
The ghost formation was six or seven miles away, and millions of refugees were imprisoned.
Countless eyes were staring at the figure of the black armored prince, and some were silent, and soon Guifang burst into a roar, roaring at the black armored prince.
Xia Ji walked between the two armies, raised the black halberd, and asked lightly, "Who else?"
A burly, tall and strong man appeared from the ghost camp. He rode a giant wolf, coldly glanced at the general in black armor who didn't even have a mount, and hummed.
He carried a giant axe, and suddenly accelerated the sprint, the momentum of his whole body kept rising with the impact of the giant wolf, and when he arrived in front of the prince in black armor, he shouted loudly, the momentum had reached its peak, and the giant axe was torn apart. The snow fell.
"Good!"
Xia Ji's black halberd in his right hand slammed into the ground. He didn't even use a hundred poses. The Dharma of Hundred Ghosts walking at night 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 ferocious strong man was startled, but he could no longer react. He was lifted into the air by the giant hand, and then fell to the ground together with the giant wolf under his crotch.
Boom! ! !
Just as two blood-drinking mosquitoes were shot, the blood shot wildly in all directions, and the giant wolf and the strong man were shriveled.
Blood flowed onto Xia Ji's black armor, and turned into tiny blood snakes that lingered on the black halberd, like water entering a sponge, which was quickly absorbed.
"It's a pity it's too weak."
The world is quiet, the wind and snow are rustling.
Xia Ji didn't grab the halberd, opened his hands, and continued to walk forward in the wind and snow, raising his voice one by one and asking: "Also, yes, who?!"
As soon as the voice fell, another general Gui Fang with a beard and a height of more than two meters appeared. He frowned and stared at Xia Ji for a while, obviously thinking about a flaw, and suddenly his eyes lit up and didn't know what to think. , holding a knife and riding a horse, rushed out.
When he was about to get close, the tall general suddenly jumped up on his horse, the big sword in his hand made a sound, and fell with unstoppable might.
Xia Ji looked at the oscillating blade, his expression unchanged, his head was on one side, and the **** of his right hand pressed at random.
The high-speed moving knife was swayed away!
Xia Ji took a step forward and grabbed the head of the strong man.
He was very fast, and the horse behind him was still running with a headless corpse on his back. After running for 100 meters, the corpse landed.
Xia Ji looked at the ghost army in the distance and roared, "Who else?!"
The voice fell behind, and after a few breaths, another burly ghost warrior rushed out roaring from the crowd. Wherever they passed, the ghost soldiers gave way one after another. Obviously, this person has quite a position in the ghost party. .
He didn't even mention his weapons, just like an irritated brown bear, rushing over, his momentum was getting stronger, his muscles were getting tighter and tighter like the roots of a tree, his whole body was taut like a full bow, and when he got close, Raising your hand is a punch.
A punch tore through the snow, and blasted forward with the sound of thunder and firecrackers.
Xia Ji stood still, raised his right hand, and opened his palm, five scorching suns appeared above his five fingers, and there were four more in his palm, shining brightly.
With the palm of his hand, he firmly grasped Jiuyang with his five fingers, and then without evading the powerful attack, he punched him head-on with a tit-for-tat punch.
Fist to fist.
Boom! !
Unleash the power!
The body of that Ghost Fang warrior was swept in by the Qi of the Nine Suns, like a thin leather tube being connected to a powerful water pump.
In an instant~IndoMTL.com~ the warrior's body swelled several times, his skin was unable to support it, and after holding on for a breath or two in pain, it exploded. The high temperature of the infuriating energy burns, and it falls into the magic armor and is quickly absorbed.
Snow falls.
Blood.
Xia Ji stood in front of two formations, holding a piece of burning meat that fell on the shoulder armor in his right hand, and threw it away at will, and then waved to the distance.
The ghost warriors rushed out one by one, and they were brutally killed by Xia Ji.
This way of killing people is like returning to the bloodiest and most savage ancient times.
I was stunned by the many figures on the walls of the imperial city. Every time the prince killed one person, their morale seemed to increase by one point.
Soon.
The snow in front of Xia Ji was all dyed red, like a butcher who had just finished chopping meat, and scattered the minced meat and bones all over the ground, and many places even piled up into small hills.
Chi Kui killed nineteen people, but Xia Ji had already killed more than that number.
There are birds in the north. They live in high mountains. They have gorgeous feathers.
When the wind and clouds come, this bird will not fly, but it will fly into the sky.
The imperial city, the ghost square, looked at the prince who was standing in the center of the stage, chanting Buddha for nearly three years, but he looked like a madman.
For a while, the world was silent.
No one rushed out of the ghost camp, and the meat grinder-like battlefield presented a deadly silence.
Xia Ji threw away a head at will, and asked with luck, "Who else?"
But no one has responded to him, and no enemy generals have appeared.
After waiting for a long time, the prince of the big businessman suddenly curled his lips, raised his head, and let out a wild and harsh laugh between the two bursts of heavy snow.