The world in front of me is rapidly falling apart. All the generals who were fighting with me disappeared one after another.
In the blink of an eye, silence returned. Between the heaven and the earth, only Zong Shou was left, and on the opposite side, the majestic figure covered in black armor and carrying a big halberd.
But behind him, which Zong Shou had not noticed, the man who looked very similar to Zhang Huai raised his lips slightly.
Zong Shou was also smiling, thinking that next, the person opposite would probably be cheating again.
If we start again, it will be Game 7.
For King Xiang, this battle was invincible, and the rest would be defeat, defeat at Gaixia, and ambushes from all sides.
Therefore, in this battle of Guangwu, even if it is a draw, it is still a defeat.
I don’t know when I will be willing to admit defeat—
But then, Zong Shou was slightly surprised. This broken picture has not been restored to the very beginning of the Guangwu battle.
And the Qi of King Xiang on the opposite side became more and more intense, and he seemed to have lost all his patience.
Zong Shou's consciousness actually felt some extremely anxious thoughts.
Suddenly, he waved his halberd and pointed it at him. The eyes behind his visor were filled with murderous intent!
Are you not planning to restore the Battle of Guangwu, but are you going to do it directly
Zong Shou raised his eyebrows, and then chuckled again. He held down the sword hanging on his waist and looked up into the sky, his expression actually containing contempt.
"Did you know? Although I, Zong Shou, admire your skill in using troops like a god and your unparalleled military strategy, the most disdainful thing is your King Xiang's character?"
"Since the Hongmen Banquet was so generous and let that person go, why not be a hero to the end? Want to capture his parents, threaten him, and cut him into minced meat?"
Naturally, the King of Han was not much better. It is said that when he was escaping once, he kicked his own son out of the car because he thought the horse pulling the cart was slow.
"Killing the king is disloyal and unjust. You only listen to one's own beliefs and even destroy the Great Wall. What virtues and abilities do you have to be worthy of being the Lord of the Cloud Realm?"
"If I, Zongshou, were to lose my home to someone like you, I would only feel ashamed!"
The black-armored figure suddenly showed rage in his eyes. Falling in the air, he slashed with his halberd!
When the aura surged, a vast and unbearable and extremely domineering thought also violently impacted.
This is the invincible halberd! Because one is invincible in belief, the meaning of this halberd is also an invincible halberd!
Zong Shou's figure leaned back slightly. In the illusion, although he had no body, he still felt his thoughts, slightly dizzy, and extremely uncomfortable.
Is this the overlord of Xiang Chu in ancient times? As expected, he is so powerful that he is unrivaled in the world!
Then he looked sharply, you have an invincible halberd, but I, Zong Shou, asked myself, the sword in my hand has never been defeated by others.
Even if the eternal hero in the rumors is really resurrected before his eyes, he still dares to draw his sword and fight!
As he thought about it, Zong Shou's sword flashed out from his hand. Then, with just one thousandth of a finger snap, the swords and halberds intersected!
Zong Shou's thoughts were almost forcibly blown away by the invincible halberd intention at this moment. The thought was ignorant, but subconsciously, and he drew his sword again!
There was another loud sound of 'clang', one after another. One halberd after another, they were constantly blocked by the sword light. But Zong Shou's thoughts felt as if they were being hammered, again and again.
At the most serious point, he almost lost consciousness completely and could only rely on his own instinct to fight and resist! The body shape is also constantly retreating, and the human form condensed in the illusion mirror has also become illusory.
The cub, Qilin, kept neighing with anxious worry. It seemed to be urging him to withdraw from this illusion.
The fantasy heart mirror also kept vibrating, which was a warning.
Zong Shou ignored it and all his thoughts turned into chaos. Only one consciousness still remains. It was like a pillar, supporting his mind.
It's getting clearer and clearer, and it's getting more solid and indestructible.
—Cannot be defeated! If you lose, you will die! How could I allow myself to lose in the hands of such a person
Even if he is truly an invincible overlord, he must fight to the end!
Gradually, Zong Shou's face gradually returned to peace. When the sword is swung out, it is even more stable. The whole person, even if he is like a small boat and is about to be submerged in the shadow of the halberd in the sky at any time, there is still no trace of fireworks, ethereal and elegant.
Within ten feet is his unbreakable sword domain!
Still suppressed by this unmatched aura, Zong Shou was always able to guard the ten feet of space around him with his Yuanyin Sword.
The dazzling silver sword shadow suddenly formed a seamless 'circle' with dazzling light and shadow. It also seems that //The fastest text update www.shumilou.com, no pop-ups and no ads// is a rubber ball full of air. No matter what kind of force, it cannot be broken, and it will only usher in a stronger rebound.
The sound of swords and halberds clashing became more and more urgent, and the rain hit the banana trees continuously. I don’t know how long it took, and I don’t know how many blows were exchanged.
Zong Shou's sword has been broken several times under the pressure of this big halberd. But every time the sword was broken, Zong Shou could always draw a new sword from his scabbard.
This is the world of thoughts. Wherever the heart goes, it can be condensed.
But every time the sword was broken, Zong Shou's aura became a little weaker. After all, it is also transformed by the mind, and after it is destroyed, it will also affect itself.
It reached the point where the seventh sword finally couldn't hold on anymore and broke into pieces. Zong Shou pulled out his last sword from its sheath.
At this moment, his mind was already flickering like a candle, as if the storm would be extinguished if it got a little stronger.
But he was laughing at this moment. The sword of Yuan Yi was divided into yin and yang. In this battle, he had defended for long enough, and it was time for him to switch to Yangjian in the next room.
I just don’t know, can this sword determine the outcome
If you can't win, you will lose! Then die!
This thought passed through my mind, and there was a soft whistling sound in front of me. The silver sword light shone suddenly and penetrated into the shadows of the heavy halberds.
But a moment later, the sword had not yet penetrated the black-armored man's throat. Zong Shou's expression suddenly froze.
I saw countless halberd lights in front of me, suddenly dissipating like wind. And the burly black-armored figure in front of him also disappeared without a trace.
And the collapse of this world preceded it.
Have you already won
Zong Shou's body was frozen in mid-air, his eyes full of doubts.
wrong! It was not that he won, but that King Xiang had exhausted his soul and resentment. After all, it was just a remnant soul, not the true body of the invincible overlord.
With a smile of "Hey", Zong Shou put away the sword in his hand.
Then he looked behind him and saw nothing behind him. He couldn't help but frown, he just felt like there was someone behind him.
Is it an illusion
Leave him alone! In short, it seems that I have passed this level.
The world is shattered and reduced to nothingness. Zong Shou saw countless figures walking towards him in front of him again. Their faces and figures are lifelike, but their complexions are pale and they look miserable.
Some people simply held up their heads, while others had shocking wounds all over their bodies.
However, the clothes he wore were quite luxurious.
After a quick glance, Zong Shou knew that those in front of him must be the real resentful souls that were bound in the Abi throne!
The royal families of the six tribes were used as blood sacrifices by the First Emperor.
It's a pity that at this time, without blood food and supply for ten thousand years, it is already very weak.
Zong Shou couldn't help but smile weakly. At this time, his air was empty. No matter how weak these guys are, I no longer have the strength to deal with them.
Fortunately, he had both the Huanxin Mirror and the Fire Qilin around him at this time.
When it came to challenging the remnant soul of the king, he was unwilling to borrow even the slightest amount of outside power. But he has no stubbornness towards these royal families of the six countries, and must kill them all by his own efforts.
His temperament is like this. The stronger he is, the more he is unwilling to bow his head. You must defeat it with your own hands and feel comfortable when you are defeated by your own sword. But he has no interest in these so-called royal families.
"You are just a slave who wants to subjugate your country, but you dare to attack me and take over my soul? You are not overestimating your own capabilities, so get back here!"
Red flames suddenly burned in the void of the sea of consciousness. The cyan mirror light also shines down from the void.
These resentful souls are all wailing and screaming. They retreated like a tide, and then retracted into the Abi throne, hiding deep in the forbidden area and disappearing.
Zong Shou had no intention of pursuing him and just forced him back. But he was thinking in his heart that if there was a chance, it would be best to find two eminent monks, or someone like the Great Shang Guoshi Chongxuan, to transcend and purify the resentful soul of the Abi Throne.
As for these royal families of the six countries, let them have a chance to reincarnate.
The First Emperor wanted to use the essence, blood and soul of these people to protect the Qin Kingdom for thousands of years and to inherit it forever.
But Zong Shou disdains it and is unwilling to borrow the power of these dead people.
Although he only lived in a corner at this time, with only fifty provinces, less than one percent of the original First Emperor's territory, he still felt so confident.
Speaking of eminent monks, isn’t there a Jingyin beside you? Of course this girl can't be counted, but she comes from a famous Buddhist family, maybe she can help him recruit one or two.
Thinking like this, Zong Shou was about to withdraw from this illusion mirror. Then he said 'Hey' and felt a wave of information suddenly rush into his mind.
Without taking a closer look, Zong Shou opened his eyes, and then saw several eyes in the Chongzheng Hall looking at him worriedly.
It is not surprising that Xuanyuan Yiren and Ruoshui are together. What happened today may have worried them.
Only Kong Yao's gaze surprised him a little, it was curiosity mixed with worry.
When he saw Zong Shou open his eyes, he glanced at him, and then turned his head away in a panic.
Zong Shouzheng felt strange and wanted to confirm whether he was wrong. I heard the voice of an old man next to me suddenly: "Thank God, your Majesty finally woke up. It couldn't be better!"
Zong Shou immediately frowned, Ren Bo? It's this old man again, really making the scene look bad.
Turning around, he saw Ren Bo standing there. There were also dozens of important ministers from Qiantian Mountain, lined up in two rows on both sides.
Speaking of which, he, as a king, really neglected his duties. I had never seen several of these faces before. Some people only have some impressions.
I vaguely remember that they should be several counselors in the Senate Hall. Nowadays, there are cliques and cliques there, making it a mess, and these people are the leaders of the cliques.