Mercenaries of the Heavens

Chapter 413 Hong Sixiang's Death

And the only key to break the game is to kill Wang Zhi.

Then kill the rest of them one by one, and only then will there be a chance of victory in this battle.

Emperor Qing is the emperor, and this is the city of Kyoto, so Emperor Qing has no way out.

If these people are not killed, these people will also rush into the palace and kill themselves.

Since there is no way out, let's just let it go and fight!

Either Wang Zhi and others were killed by him, or he died.

With a decision in his heart, Emperor Qing leaped towards Wang Zhi, and Hong Sixiang beside him also rushed forward tacitly.

After Ye Liuyun struggled in his heart, he finally chose to follow.

However, at this time Ye Liuyun was obviously just perfunctory to Emperor Qing.

Gein had an aboveboard reason at this time. He suffered internal injuries, and his strength naturally declined.

Wang Zhi saw the three of them rushing forward, performing Qi-breaking style and sword-breaking style one after another.

A sword swung away the sword body that Emperor Qing had slashed, and forced back Hong Sixiang's right palm.

Wang Zhi followed suit, picking the persimmon softly first, and chasing after Hong Sixiang, a series of dense sword shadows pierced out.

Immediately, Hong Sixiang was forced into a panic. As usual, he dared to rely on a pair of fleshy palms to take the weapon hard.

But this time, he didn't dare, because he only had a premonition in his heart:
If he used his palm to meet Wang Zhi's dagger forcefully, his own palm might not be able to keep it!

His hunch was right, saving his wrist.

It's a pity that he saved his hand, but he might lose his life!
Seeing him being forced back again and again by Wang Zhi, Emperor Qing brandished his soft sword and charged at Wang Zhi in an attempt to rescue Hong Sixiang from the predicament.

Emperor Qing had an idea in mind, that is to sacrifice Hong Sixiang's arm in exchange for a chance of victory.

Therefore, Emperor Qing, who was rushing forward, looked at Hong Sixiang who was retreating, and conveyed his thoughts to him.

Hong Sixiang, who was retreating, saw Emperor Qing's eyes, and from his eyes, he could see what Emperor Qing meant.

He watched Emperor Qing grow up, and he also watched how Emperor Qing stood out from the competition among the princes and ascended to the throne step by step.

He has a deep understanding of his temperament and resourcefulness.

He couldn't see Emperor Qing's plan, so he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Having lived for decades, and seeing that he is about to reach the age of knowing his destiny, it is still inevitable that he will be regarded as an abandoned child.

This might be their fate as slaves, even master slaves.

Once the master has made a decision, he will sacrifice himself without hesitation.

At this moment, Hong Sixiang suddenly felt that life was meaningless.

However, although he thought so much, he finally decided to cooperate with Emperor Qing and kill Wang Zhi.

Even if it means sacrificing your own life!
With a decision, Hong Sixiang's eyes became firm.

When Emperor Qing approached Wang Zhi's back, Hong Sixiang did not dodge, and grabbed the blade of Wang Zhi's dagger with his right hand.

With a palm of his left hand, he slapped Wang Zhi's chest.

When Wang Zhi saw his determined eyes, he knew that the old eunuch was going to do his best.

But Wang Zhi didn't take him seriously, he had to have that strength if he wanted to work hard.

Wang Zhi's short sword continued to slash towards Hong Sixiang's right palm.

He swung his left hand out and punched Hong Sixiang in the palm of his left hand.

Two sounds of "bang, puff" sounded, and Hong Sixiang grabbed Wang Zhi's dagger.

The left fist was held by Hong Sixiang, and the price Hong Sixiang paid was:
The muscles in the palm of the right hand were cut open until the metacarpal bone, and at the same time, the internal organs were injured by Wang Zhi's punch.

The injury was extremely serious. At this time, Hong Sixiang's face was as white as paper, so pale that there was no trace of blood.

Blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, and the internal organs that had been shattered into pieces could also be seen.

Seeing this, Wang Zhi immediately reacted.

This Hong Sixiang didn't use his true energy to fight against himself at all, all his true energy was used to control himself.

Behind him, Emperor Qing's eyes were ruthless, but also a little proud:
No matter how powerful you are, you will be tricked by me, and you will die by my sword!

Seeing Wang Zhi whose hands were controlled, Emperor Qing stabbed out the soft sword in his hand without hesitation.

Suddenly, Wang Zhi poured mana into Chun Junjian, and Chun Junjian immediately burst into a bright light.

Wang Zhi's sword swayed, and a severed palm was thrown into the air, and Wang Zhi's dagger was thrown backwards.

With the sound of 'ding, bang', the soft sword stabbed by Emperor Qing broke in two.

Emperor Qing was terrified, fearing that Wang Zhi was stabbing him with a sword, he hurriedly backed away.

He only had half of the soft sword left in his hand, but it couldn't resist Wang Zhi's dagger.

Wang Zhi didn't pursue Emperor Qing, he swung the sword in his right hand strangely, and the dagger appeared between Hong Sixiang's neck.

When Hong Sixiang's palm was cut off by the dagger, he knew he was going to die.

At this time, seeing the short sword swung to his neck, Hong Sixiang had no fear in his eyes, only relief.

Wang Zhi said:
"In the next life, don't be a slave to others!"

After the words fell, the short sword slashed across Hong Sixiang's neck, and Wang Zhi's body retreated quickly.

At this time, a red line appeared on Hong Sixiang's neck, and then a large amount of blood spurted out.

Then, Hong Sixiang's body fell backwards on his back and hit the ground heavily.

So far, Hong Sixiang, a master of the imperial palace, died.

Seeing Hong Sixiang's death, Ye Liuyun was even more resolute. As soon as Hong Sixiang died, he used his body skills and ran out of the battlefield without looking back.

Emperor Qing who was not far away saw this scene and was terrified in his heart.

Even when he knew that Ye Qingmei had come to the temple and knew that the temple possessed terrifying strength, he had never been so frightened.

Sacrificing a master-level master, not only failed to kill Wang Zhi, but he also took advantage of this soft sword, which can be said to be a magic soldier in the world.

Seeing Wang Zhi walking towards him step by step, Emperor Qing tried his best to pretend to be calm and said:
"Mr. Wang, can we stop the fight and let's sit down and talk?"

Wang Zhi walked up to Emperor Qing and said:
"Oh, what do you want to talk about, don't you think it's too late?"

After hearing this, Emperor Qing went on to say:

"Ye Qingmei is dead, even if you kill me, you won't bring her back to life!

Why don't we let go of the past, and I'll give you what you want, whether it's money, official positions, or beautiful women!
I, no, I will satisfy you! "

Wang Zhi held the dagger in his hand with a sword flower, and said contemptuously:
"That's it? I can't do anything about the conditions you mentioned!"

Emperor Qing was flustered when he heard this, and asked:
"Then, what do you want?"

Wang Zhi said:

"I want Fan Xian to be the emperor!"

Emperor Qing was shocked when he heard the words, knowing that he would not survive anyway, so he sighed helplessly:

"Really! Ever since I knew you were Ye Qingmei's cousin, I guessed that your purpose was to kill him, to avenge Ye Qingmei, and to let Fan Xian sit on the throne!

Hateful, why did I want to know the secret of the temple because of it.

After years of planning, Fan Xian was spared, and I got to where I am today! "

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