War is hell.
Seeing the Ninth Princess of Hell crying from the beginning to the end, Xia Ji finally couldn't stand her tears anymore, got up and walked out of the tower, carrying a jar of strong wine to the edge of hell.
Over the imperial city, iron-gray clouds piled up, like ink-wash mountains 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 on guard again, but it was impossible to count how many people died. Both city gates had deep dents and punctures. A heavy object used to block the door to prevent sudden attacks by aliens.
Xia Ji slapped open the seal of the wine jar, grabbed the edge of the cold jar with his fingers, and brought the mellow wine to his lips with a slosh.
Head up.
Drink heavily.
Wine enters the liver and intestines.
Like a still fire burning.
…
Deng Jue walked toward the tower with a weathered face. He no longer had the vigor he had a few days ago. He was now extremely old and exhausted, and his body was stained with blood, some of which were his own, but more often those of his colleagues and 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 at the bottom of the city. He waved his long sword and laughed. He shouted: "Are you, the Great Shang Dynasty, all trash? You can't defend yourself, and you can't win a duel. Who else dares to fight me? Hahaha!!"
Deng Jue recognized the person coming. He was Chi Kui, the fierce general from Guifang who had beheaded a total of nineteen heads of his own generals and knights.
It is also taboo to refuse to fight when an enemy general challenges him, because it will lower the morale of the army, but Deng Jue can no longer control so much. Does he still have morale now
The fact that everyone is still here is definitely not because of their morale, but because they are relying on instinct to continue to endure it until they die.
He walked around the corner and saw the black-armored prince who was drinking. He couldn't help but feel filled with emotion. He heard that this prince had been under house arrest in the palace for two years and chanted sutras for two years. He was really calm. Other than that, , actually still a bit heroic.
When Deng Jue was thinking about it, he had already strolled to Xia Ji's side, leaned against the railing and stood with him, looked at the city, and suddenly said softly: "His Majesty the Seventh Highness has fulfilled his promise and has never left until now. I I admire you, but this city can no longer be defended, Your Highness should just... let's go."
Xia Ji didn't answer. He just carried the wine jar and drank endlessly. When he drank to the end, he threw the wine jar away casually, smashed it into pieces, and then said: "Okay."
The next moment, he jumped down from the city wall in front of Deng Jue's disbelieving eyes, raised his right hand, and the black halberd leaning against the wall flew away, pierced the sky, and fell into his palm. Above, the prince's black hair danced wildly, and his eyes were as calm as an abyss.
Bang! !
He fell heavily under the city,
The earth withstood such force that the frozen soil cracked inch by inch, as if a meteor had hit the ground.
On the city, Deng Jue felt his brain buzzing and going blank. What does "good" mean?
Under the city, Chi Kui was also shocked by the posture and momentum of the appearance, and couldn't help but ask: "You... who are you?"
Xia Ji replied "Xia Ji",
Before the word "ji" fell, there was a roar of stamping on the ground.
As the nine-yang flames continued to circulate, the figure had turned into a bright afterimage, which was pushed out horizontally along with the black energy of the magic halberd.
Chikui killed nineteen people in a row, killing so many that no one dared to fight, and his self-confidence was also high. Although he was shocked at this time, he would not run away when he saw him. Although he was still wondering, "Who is Xia Ji? Why didn't he tell me his identity?" Why is there such a strong person in Dashang?"
But when he saw the other party rushing towards him, he reacted quickly.
A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he pinched the giant wolf with his thick armor-covered legs, holding the ghost head sword tightly and galloping over.
Da da da…
Two extremely fast figures were facing each other from east to west, like two lightning bolts clashing in the center.
Xia Ji didn't use any skills. The tip of the black halberd flashed through the Nine Yangs, and the hot halberd blade crashed down. Chi Kui roared angrily, and the ghost-headed long sword was filled with bloody evil energy, and he broke through the air to meet it!
The halberd fell.
Knife broken.
Once it hits the bottom.
Passed through the space where Chikui was.
Xia Ji passed through this fierce ghost general and continued to walk forward. He stretched out his arms and stretched out his halberd. The fierce and black energy was entwined like two dragons.
And behind him, a line of blood appeared on the body of the invincible General Guifang in front of the formation, and a line of blood also appeared on the back of the giant wolf. After a two-second pause, the line of blood became thicker and thicker, and it was completely Divide into two pieces.
Chikui, the giant wolf, and the ghost-headed sword all fell into the snow. The pupils of their half-faces were still filled with fear.
On the top of the imperial city wall and in the tower, many eyes were focused on the black-armored prince. Many people did not even see clearly that the battle was over.
Deng Jue was still standing leaning on the railing, staring at the city with a pair of tired old eyes, his expression was shocked and complicated, and his hands had unconsciously clasped the brick joints of the crenels.
Xia Ji has gone far.
The ghosts were arrayed six or seven miles away, and millions of refugees were imprisoned.
Countless eyes were staring at the figure of the black-armored prince, and there was some silence. Soon Guifang roared and roared at the black-armored prince.
Xia Ji walked between the two armies, raised his black halberd, pointed at the thousands of troops, and said calmly: "The next one."
A tall and burly man soon came out of the ghost camp. He was riding a giant wolf. He looked coldly at the black-armored general opposite who didn't even have a mount, and chuckled.
He picked up a giant ax and suddenly accelerated his sprint. The momentum in his body kept rising with the impact of the giant wolf. When he stood in front of the black-armored prince, he shouted loudly. His momentum had reached its peak, and the giant ax tore through the wind and snow. fall.
"good!"
Xia Ji stabbed the black halberd in his right hand to the ground, without even using a hundred postures, he rushed forward and shot forward with his right hand. During the shooting process, an image of eighteen levels of hell appeared on his hand, and a hundred ghosts walked at night. The appearance of the Dharma became a giant hand.
The giant hand shot through the air, passed through the giant ax, and grabbed the ghostly strong man directly.
The burly and ferocious man was startled, but he could no longer react. He was lifted into the air by the giant hand, and then was smashed to the ground together with the giant wolf.
Bang! ! !
Just like two blood-drinking mosquitoes were swatted away, blood shot out in all directions, while the giant wolf and the strong man shrank.
The blood flowed to Xia Ji's black armor, and turned into tiny blood snakes that lingered on the black halberd. It was quickly absorbed like water entering a sponge.
"too weak."
The world is quiet, the wind and snow are rustling.
Xia Ji did not grab the halberd, opened his hands, and continued to move forward in the noisy wind and snow, saying in a cold voice: "Next one."
As soon as the voice fell, another ghost general with a beard and more than two meters tall came out of the battle. He frowned and stared at Xia Ji seriously for a while, obviously thinking about the flaw. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he didn't know what he thought of. He held a knife He galloped his horse and charged out.
When he was almost close, the tall general suddenly jumped up on his horse, the sword in his hand made a sound, and he slashed it down with unstoppable power.
Xia Ji looked at the shocking blade, his expression unchanged, he tilted his head and pressed the two fingers of his right hand casually. The scorching sun flashed across his fingertips, golden light exploded, and lightning and flint pressed against the chopped blade.
The high-speed moving knife was shot open!
Xia Ji took advantage of the situation and took a step forward to grab the strong man's head. He twisted it with all his strength and threw it to the ground.
He was very fast, and the strong horse behind him was still running with the headless body on its back. After running for a hundred meters, the body fell to the ground.
Xia Ji looked at the ghost army in the distance and asked loudly: "Is there more?!"
After the voice fell, a few breaths later, another burly Guifang warrior roared out from the crowd. Wherever he passed, the Guifang soldiers gave way to a path. It was obvious that this man had a high status in Guifang.
He didn't even mention a weapon, like an enraged brown bear, he ran towards him, his momentum became stronger and stronger, his muscles became tighter and tighter like tree roots, and his whole body was as tense as a fully drawn strong bow. When he got close, he raised his hand and One punch.
One punch tore through the wind and snow, blasting forward with the sound of wind, thunder and firecrackers.
Xia Ji remained unmoved. He raised his right hand and opened his palm. Five scorching suns appeared on his five fingers, and there were four more shining suns on his palm.
He raised his hand and tightly held Jiuyang in his hand with his five fingers. Then he did not dodge the powerful attack and faced it head-on with a punch.
Punch to punch.
Bang! !
Release your strength!
The body of the ghostly warrior was rushed into by the energy of Nine Suns, just like a thin leather tube being connected to a powerful water pump.
In an instant, the warrior's body expanded several times, and the skin could not support it. After holding it for a breath or two in pain, it exploded. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, falling on Xia Ji's face, but was burned by the high temperature of Jiuyang's true energy. , fell into the magic armor and was quickly absorbed.
Snow falls.
Blood rises.
Xia Ji stood in front of the two formations, holding a piece of burning minced meat on his shoulder armor with his right hand and throwing it away, then waved to the distance.
The Guifang warriors rushed out one by one, and were killed by Xia Ji in a brutal manner.
This method of killing makes people feel like they have returned to the bloodiest and most barbaric ancient times.
They could only look at the numerous figures on the walls of the imperial city, dumbfounded. Every time the prince killed one person, their morale seemed to be getting higher.
Not long.
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, even piling up into small mounds in many places.
Chi Kui killed nineteen people, but by this time Xia Ji had already killed more than this number.
There is a bird in the north. It lives in the high mountains. It has gorgeous feathers. It does not fly for three years and does not sing for three years, waiting for the wind and clouds.
When storms and clouds arrive, this bird will be fine if it does not fly. If it soars into the sky, it will be fine if it does not sing.
In the imperial city, the ghost side looks at the prince standing in the center of the stage, chanting Buddha for nearly three years, but he seems to be crazy.
For a moment, the world was silent.
No one from the ghost camp broke out, and the meat grinder-like battlefield was filled with deathly silence.
Xia Ji casually threw away a human head and said calmly: "The next one."
But no one responded to him, and no enemy generals came out.
After waiting for a long time, the prince of Dashang suddenly curled up his lips, raised his head, and let out a wild and harsh laugh between the two waves of heavy snow.