first evil king

Chapter 158 Blood Slaughter (1)
For a full hour, this massacre lasted for a full hour, but there were only 13 executioners, plus [-] tall horses. In the end, they were all relented. If the sharp weapons in their hands were not sharp enough, they would not have entered the south Soldier Yan almost couldn't pull out his body.

This is a miracle, a miracle of a living massacre, and it is the cruelest blood massacre in history.

An hour later, Jun Xie said 'stop', which was undoubtedly the hope of survival for the remaining Nanyan soldiers who had been struggling so far. They knelt down to Jun Xie at the same time, crying for mercy.

Standing on the back of a silver horse, Jun Xie held the Xuanyuan Excalibur in his backhand. It was like a red wind blowing through her black hair hanging on her forehead. The Blood Massacre is more like a knight wielding a sword than a bloodthirsty demon who just carried out a massacre.

The deeper eyes swept across the Nanyan soldiers kneeling in front of her. There were about 1 soldiers, each of them had deep awe on their faces, and the snot and tears flowed all over their faces, which was very ugly. Jun The corner of Xie's mouth was raised high, and his slightly immature voice was full of majesty: "Those who surrender will go to the military uniform, and those who do not surrender will be killed."

She loves to kill, but she doesn't kill indiscriminately. It is against her own principles to slaughter those who have no power to fight back, but she knows that she can't subdue the opponent's army just by saying "destiny" and let them leave safely. The fastest and most effective way to subdue them is to leave an indelible mark in their hearts with the visual shock of killing before their minds return.

Now that her goal has been achieved, the remaining 1 people will never dare to betray her even if they are given a hundred brave hearts.

Before he finished speaking, the Nanyan soldiers knelt on the ground hurriedly took off the armored military uniforms that represented the Nanyan soldiers, just barely taking off their inner clothes.

The air sucked into the lungs was sticky with a strong smell of blood. Except for Jun Xie, the 12 Mo Quan, whose eyes were red from killing, were all pale and bloodless, their stomachs twitched, and their chests were extremely distressed. If it wasn't for wanting to be looked down upon, everyone would have vomited and wept. This was the first time they had seen a massacre, and it was also the first time they had killed someone. When they were killed, they felt frightened and their hands and feet were cold. The ground is like falling into an ice cave for thousands of years, and he can't help asking himself: Was he the murderous demon just now?
"This world is so cruel. If you don't kill people, you will be killed by others. Remember, kindness to the enemy is cruelty to yourself. If it is not their blood that is shed today, it is your blood. The weak will eat the strong, It's that simple." A voice as light as clouds and clear air rang in the minds of Mo Quan and the others, as if a cool breeze swept across their hearts, the fishy smell faded, and the boredom dissipated, and they looked at Jun Xie in shame .

Jun Xie smiled back at them with a comforting smile, turned her eyes back, and looked at Feng Xiang, who was held back by her. The silver horse under her seat knew human nature, and walked towards it with her front hooves raised. Don't wait. Then they left, and the tens of thousands of soldiers who had just returned to Cheng knelt on the spot.

On the vast flat slope, there were mourners everywhere, and he fell into a pile of dead bodies. Feng Xiang, whose body was soaked in the blood of others, opened his dull eyes, and unconsciously played back the Jingwu guards who were guarding him falling one by one in his head. In the scene around him, their hot blood splashed on his body, and their wailing before death seemed to be his accusation.

These were all one of the most elite royal troops he brought out from the imperial capital, but today they were hacked down like melons by a few teenage boys, and they were obviously capable of fighting back but had no heart to fight back. to die.

Three thousand Jingwu guards, twenty thousand troops!
He, Feng Xiang, has been ups and downs in conspiracies and tricks all his life. He climbed to his current position step by step in the palace that cannibalize people. What he saw and heard made him conspiratorial and conspiratorial. He never imagined that today he would be defeated by a In the hands of a teenage child, he was murdered to death alive. It's sad!Hateful.

How could he not have thought that since Jun Wuming appeared at the Martial League Conference, she is the most capable of playing tricks and tricks, and never fights uncertain battles. Since she can emerge from the Xuanyuan Mausoleum as the final victor, how can she not find out? The patrolling cavalry appeared swaggeringly!She clearly showed up on purpose to lure him to gather an army so that he could catch him all in one go.

It's a pity that he was blinded by greed and arrogance for a while, so he fell into her trap eagerly, ruining himself, ruining the army, and ruining the grand ambitions of the emperor.

'Tick tick tick...' The world was silent, and the sound of the horse's hooves was so clear that it fell into Feng Xiang's ears, and it was the reminders. He really wanted to die like this, so he didn't have to face that terrible demon again. , Unfortunately, things backfired, he clearly had his last breath left, but his consciousness was still so clear, so clear that when he turned his eyes, the appearance of that demon was clearly reflected in his eyes, even if he died, he couldn't get rid of it.

"Feng Xiang, if you want to complain, I blame you for your bad luck. When I met Jun Wuming, Jun has always had a clear grievance. During this time, I have benefited a lot from your old man's care. Don't worry, in order to repay your kindness, Jun So-and-so will soon send your good master down to take care of you." Jun Xie said condescendingly and sincerely, the corners of his rosy lips curled up in a light and clear arc.

"You..." After holding back for a long time, he finally uttered the last word of his life. Feng Xiang stopped breathing with his heart full of unwillingness and regret, and stared at the sky with his eyes fixed on him.

You have no name, you have no name!Your Majesty, no matter how talented you are, you are determined not to be able to defeat Jun Wuming. Today, she managed to break through 13 troops with [-] people. In the future, she will be stronger, and the day when the Nanyan royal family will be destroyed is not far away. Your Majesty, this old slave will take a step ahead Alright, on Huangquan Road, the old slave is waiting for you!
The moment he died, Feng Xiang thought desperately.

Mo Quan and the others behind him looked at the black-clothed boy in front, their eyes were full of fanaticism, and their eyes were tightly locked on the bloody and independent man, this is their leader, with the indifference of pissing people off, There is a madman who dares to fight against the sky, and she has the audacity to play cards that do not follow common sense. Since she said that she will send Emperor Nanyan to the underworld, then don't care if you are the emperor or the father of the sky, you have to go to hell obediently.

(End of this chapter)