In the Blade

He Xiqing, who rushed into the Dudu Mansion, stumbled all the way.

No more, everything was gone, his soldiers were killing each other, and he himself was defeated. In just a few days, he had already lost everything.

It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this. He who broke through the city overnight has just made his mark. His career has just started. He will keep going, keep going, keep going, until he conquers everything in sight. Here, become the real heaven!

But now, there is nothing.

"It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be..."

He Xiqing, who was completely charred, muttered to himself.

There shouldn't be any problems. He was obviously so brave and just entered. In order to continue to move forward and to continue climbing up, he had already made up his mind, even at any cost.

In order to gain military power, he was willing to submit to the Qingyang Tribe. In order to gain strength, he was willing to break taboos and embrace madness. In order to seize the real opportunity, he would never act emotionally. Even if his own brother was killed, he would remain silent. In order to wait for the opportunity to break the city with one blow and make him famous all over the world.

So, he has obviously paid so much, why is there still a problem?

Where did the monster that killed his brother come from? When did he provoke such a Sangmenxing? What kind of hatred existed between them that made the monster come to trouble him again and again?

What a joke, he didn't even know what that monster's name was.

"Could it be that God really wants me to die?"

He Xiqing was stunned.

Then, he shook his head.

There is no such thing, God will not let him die.

Green is the color of the sky, which is what his father told him before he died.

God is Him, and He is God.

In order to fulfill his father's last wish, in order to have the burning ambition in his heart, in order to prevent those grassland animals from calling him a bastard, in order to have everyone kneel in front of him.

He will do whatever it takes.

"Brother! Are you okay?"

The nine-foot-tall Murshu rushed out. It seemed that the punch he just punched could not stun the tower-like man for long. Behind Murshu were twelve personal guards of He Xiqing. Even in the face of horns and war drums, these powerful warriors held firm to their will and did not become lunatics who only knew how to kill.

After all, these personal guards were originally reserved by He Xiqing to deal with the special attack that the Qingyang Department might carry out on him.

Originally, among these people, there should be his younger brother He Xixuan.

But……

"Nothing but."

He Xiqing gritted his teeth.

"That's the price that has to be paid."

"Brother, what are you talking about?"

Mulshu didn't hear He Xiqing's muttering clearly. He only knew that the eldest brother in front of him looked very scorched and black.

"Brother, are you okay? Why don't we leave first..."

"Are you the only ones left?"

He Xiqing raised his head and glanced at the soldiers loyal to him.

"Are you the only ones left?"

"...Yes, brother."

Murshu gritted his teeth and finally nodded in admission.

"The horns and war drums are too pertinent to the brothers. After all, everyone's spirits have been pressed on a tight string... But don't worry, brother, we will escort you away. As long as we come again, as long as we If we do it again, we will definitely make a comeback, we will definitely be able to..."

"Shh... don't make any noise yet."

He Xiqing made a silent gesture.

Then he raised his head and looked at Murshu in front of him.

There are also the twelve personal guards who persisted until this point.

"Murshu, and you, how many years have you been following me?"

"Eleven years, brother."

"Eight years."

"Brother, I have been with you for nine and a half years."

"Brother, although I have only been with you for six years, I am definitely the most loyal!"

The guards spoke one after another and reported the year they followed He Xiqing.

Although the situation is over, they are still extremely proud at this moment.

They are the strongest among the Qingyang tribe, they are the eagles in the blue sky, they are men among men, and they are the brothers of He Xiqing!

"Then, are you willing to fight and die for me?"

At this moment, He Xiqing's hands were trembling.

And these warriors all fell silent.

Yes, dying in battle, when did they ever think about such a problem. Under the leadership of He Xiqing, they have always been victorious in every battle and have never failed. The omnipotent man can always lead them to achieve incredible results. They have never considered that they will die in battle.

Of course, this is not an issue that needs to be considered. After all, they had already made the decision when they chose to follow He Xiqing and this eldest brother, right?

"Brother."

Taking a deep breath, the nine-foot-tall Murshu knelt down on one knee and lowered his head to the burnt black figure in front of him.

Even if the other party is already in despair.

"We are willing to die for you, no matter what."

"That's good."

Poof——

Just when Murshu was about to stand up, a broken sharp blade pinned him to the ground.

"Varied……"

Muershu subconsciously wanted to raise his head and protect his elder brother. Although he didn't know where the attack came from, at least at the last moment of his life, he could still use his useless body to block it for his elder brother...

"Huh?"

Using his last strength, the dying Muershu finally saw the source of the knife light.

It was the sword that had been on his shoulder and carried by his elder brother.

"How could it be..."

At the end of his consciousness, Muershu couldn't believe what he saw.

He Xiqing, holding two scimitars, was madly slashing at the warriors who were half-kneeling on the ground.

The warriors wanted to escape and block, but He Xiqing was too strong and too fast.

In just a moment, these strong warriors who had survived the horns and drums were broken into pieces on the ground.

But it was not enough.

"Not enough, not enough."

"Not enough, not enough, not enough, not enough! Not enough! Still too far!"

He Xiqing desperately chopped at the corpses on the ground, but no matter how he chopped, the dead corpses could not bring more sword and weapon evil spirits.

"I have paid so much! Why is it still not enough!"

He Xiqing roared miserably, like a hungry ghost crawling out of hell.

But no matter how much he shouted, he could not see any living creatures for him to kill.

"No, that's not right."

As if he remembered something, He Xiqing picked up the two scimitars again.

"There is still a living creature, there is another one..."

As he said this, He Xiqing turned the two knives and pointed them at his ribs.

"There is still one living creature, there is still one!"

Puff——

His arms tightened, and the man named He Xiqing pierced his chest and abdomen.

With a double-knife slash, the crazy He Xiqing had already ripped open his stomach, blood was all over the floor, and he was dying - but that was not enough, He Xiqing simply slashed across his neck, cutting half of his neck.

Logically speaking, with such a serious injury, He Xiqing should have died soon.

But he was still alive.

The bloody energy that could not find an exit wandered wildly in his body, and finally turned into a deformed wing made up of thirteen broken limbs and arms, which exploded on He Xiqing's left shoulder. And He Xiqing's right arm gave birth to a bloody mouth like a wolf or a dog, biting everything around it fiercely.

Even in the broken neck, another bloody head emerged, and looked into He Xiqing's eyes with eyes full of teeth.

This made He Xiqing laugh.

"Ah Xuan, you are not dead!"

The bloody head could not make a normal sound, and could only chirp twice with its beak-like mouth as a response.

"Okay! Fly!"

After hearing the chirping of the bird's beak, He Xiqing could not help but nod repeatedly.

"Then let's fly! Fly to the sky!"

Boom--

The wings made of fresh internal organs and bloody pieces fell to the ground, and the three-foot-high flesh bird took off from the ground, smashing the roof of the governor's mansion and flying into the air!

And Du Chengfeng, who was just about to go in, finally saw what he was about to face.

"What kind of monster is this..."

Looking at the crooked flesh bird in the air, Du Chengfeng couldn't help but grit his teeth.

He seemed to know why Liu Yanran, the governor of Jizhou, said that it was a disaster that swept the entire Youzhou when he talked to him about the arsenal.

Just because he had seen it with his own eyes now.

I have seen this disaster that is about to sweep across the entire Jizhou.

The existence of that thing can already be called a disaster itself.

"Zha!"

Just when Du Chengfeng raised his head, the flesh-and-blood bird in the air had already discovered him.

Their eyes met.

"Hehehehe——"

Thirteen huge arms that were as dry as bird claws, waving thirteen equally huge scimitars, chopped down at Du Chengfeng's head.

The second update is here. After so many days of holding back, I finally finished this work. I'm going to exercise and rest. Good night, everyone.

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