Reborn Daqin, I am the emperor

At this moment, there is no need to doubt, as long as Jun Wuyou uses a little force with his claws, he can directly cut off his neck, making him die without a doubt.

However, Jun Wuyou didn't use any force, just scratched his neck, leaving scratch marks with five fingers, then let him go, and kicked him on the waist.

With a strong force, Yuan Ling's internal organs were ravaged again, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his whole body, and he flew backwards in an instant.

"Second brother!"

A loud cry sounded, and just as Jun Wuyou landed, Yuan Hong jumped off his horse with a loud shout, brandishing a big knife in his hand, and slashed wildly towards him.

Yuan Hong's attack was extremely violent, because he was in the midst of the rebels, and there were rebels in all directions.

With such a wide range of attacks, he couldn't avoid his own army at all.Once avoided, the power will be weakened several times in an instant.

In order to maintain his power, he showed no mercy, blood spattered everywhere he passed.

His sword hadn't reached Jun Wuyou yet, but he had killed more than a dozen people from his own army.

Amidst the screams, the surrounding army quickly dispersed, leaving an open space for Yuan Hong to display.

Yuan Hong finally reached in front of Jun Wuyou, and saw that the sword swept across thousands of troops, beheading Xiang Jun Wuyou's waist.

Where the blade passed, the air exploded, which was shocking.

If this knife hits the target, even the peach wood from the bucket will be split open, let alone a person's waist.

But right here, Jun Wuyou raised his big hand, and the long sword that he threw into the air earlier fell into his hand.

"Ding!"

With a clear sound, the angle of the long sword in Jun Wuyou's hand turned strangely, from bottom to top, pointing directly at Yuan Hong's jaw.

His long sword came back first, and his speed was more than three times faster than Yuan Hong's, and it stabbed Yuan Hong's jaw in an instant.

Yuan Hong's complexion changed drastically, and a chill instantly filled his whole body, causing the sword in his hand to stand still for a moment.

However, at this moment, Jun Wuyou didn't pierce his head with a sword, but with a sway of his body, with the other hand supporting his big knife, he turned over and jumped, and rushed behind him in the air.

"boom!"

Turning around and kicking, the momentum was heavy, and Yuan Hong was kicked away directly.

When the big knife fell to the ground, Yuan Hong hit the ground heavily, his internal organs tumbling, and the vest that Jun Wuyou kicked was burning and painful, and he couldn't help spurting out a mouthful of blood.

"you!"

Yuan Hong couldn't believe it, he was the one who struck first, but he didn't expect Jun Wuyou to strike first, and he couldn't even block a single blow.

Turning around, he found that Jun Wuyou had rushed to Zhang Biao not far away.

"call out……"

The long sword shone like a ray of light, and with a bloody light, it directly chopped off the head of the horse under Zhang Biao's crotch.

Just like the horse's head that cut off Yuan Ling before, this sword is still so familiar.

The difference is that Yuan Ling didn't make any preparations before and suffered a big loss, but Zhang Biao had already made preparations for this matter, and was even ready to make a move.

Seeing that the horse was cut, Jun Wuyou turned around and kicked the horse's corpse out. Zhang Biao flew up, shot in the air, and instantly swept out countless tough ones. .

Jun Wuyou turned his head, his eyes lit up, and he said to himself: "What a handsome marksmanship!"

Afterwards, Jun Wuyou greeted him with the long sword in his hand, and the two collided dozens of times in an instant, and the sound of clanging was endless.

This target shot, like the Yuan brothers, opened and closed in the same way, with unparalleled power.

But there is another difference. The strength of the Yuan brothers is stronger than that of Zhang Biao to a certain extent, but the attacks of the two are direct and direct. It seems that people cannot avoid it, but as long as they find the law, they can be easily resolved. .

But Zhang Biao is different, while opening and closing, although the power is slightly weaker, but the shadow of the spear is endless, dozens of shots in an instant, this is the real inescapable.

Even if Jun Wuyou dodged the first shot with his own ability, there would be a second shot, and a third shot, the speed was too fast, and he couldn't dodge the subsequent attacks at all.

Therefore, Jun Wuyou can only shoot and collide.

Dozens of face-to-face collisions seemed to take a long time, but in fact, it was only less than half a breath of fighting time.

Zhang Biao landed on the ground, turned around, and walked with the gun, gracefully like a dragon swimming, amidst the sound of piercing the air, he shot left and right across.

Throwing a spear upwards, picking a spear downwards, the attack was swift and fierce, forcing Jun Wuyou all over his body, with no way of dodging or retreating.

The long sword in Jun Wuyou's hand blocked from left to right, and collided dozens of times in a row.

But at this moment, Zhang Biao suddenly jumped away with one step, leaving gaps all over his body.

Seeing this, Jun Wuyou immediately flew up and disappeared, seized the opportunity and mercilessly attacked directly.

However, as soon as he jumped up, he saw Zhang Biao put the gun barrel around his neck, pressed his hands on both ends of the head, and bent his body instantly.

Then, Zhang Biao suddenly let go of the tip of the spear, and immediately, the spear came like a dragon, tearing the sky and the earth, three times more powerful than before, and directly swept towards Jun Wuyou's waist.

Jun Wuyou was startled, and secretly said: "It's a good move to return the carbine!"

At this time, the spear came swiftly and violently, but he had no way to dodge it, so he could only support the blade of the sword with one hand, and hold the hilt of the sword with the other, making a move in front of him.

"boom!"

He pushed out his long sword and collided with the spear in an instant.

Hearing a crisp sound, Jun Wuyou's arm shook, and the long sword in his hand was instantly broken into two pieces.

Chapter 1193 I'm Happy

"This!"

Jun Wuyou took a breath, and saw that after the spear body smashed the long sword in his hand, the trend slowed down a little, and a lot of power was removed, but it still hit his chest heavily.

With a muffled sound, Jun Wuyou's body was instantly thrown flying.

There was a sharp pain in his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from the sky, but at the same time, his arm shook, and the broken sword in his hand flew out of thin air, like a dart, and went straight to Zhang Biao.

At this moment, Zhang Biao, after returning the carbine, turned his back to him, and could not see the broken sword flying behind him at all.

When Zhang Biao turned around, the broken sword was already in front of him, and if he tried to avoid it, his body couldn't keep up with the speed, and he couldn't react at all.

He could only watch the broken sword slash across his cheek, fly with a handful of blood, and directly penetrate the chest of a soldier behind him.

Zhang Biao was taken aback, turned his head to look, but saw Jun Wuyou turning around in the air, after spewing out a mouthful of blood, he stepped back two steps to the ground, stood firmly, and looked at himself with a half-smile.

The blood was slowly flowing from the corner of his mouth, but the whole person stood there motionless, looking at those eyes, which were filled with the light of victory.

It seems that this battle is now over.

When the gods fight, mortals suffer.

At this moment, everyone realized that in the fight between the few of them, the soldiers under them could not intervene at all.As soon as you rush up, you can only be swept away regardless of whether you are the enemy or yourself.

So I don't know when, the soldiers all retreated one after another, leaving a circle with a radius of more than ten feet, allowing several people to display it.

Zhang Biao shook his arm, slowly lowered the spear in his hand, and fell to the ground.

He reached out and touched the wound on his cheek, then looked at the wound on Yuan Hong's jaw not far away, and the scratch on Yuan Ling's neck.

As Jun Wuyou said, each of them left a scar on their head or neck as proof of victory or defeat.

Now, in less than a moment, with these three scars, as long as Jun Wuyou is a little bit more ruthless, all three of them will undoubtedly die.

So in this battle, they lost, completely.

Yuan Ling's neck, as long as Jun Wuyou exerted a little force, it could be snapped off in an instant.

Jun Wuyou only needed a little force on Yuan Hong's chin, and in an instant, a sword could penetrate his entire head from his chin, making him sure to die.

And myself, if Jun Wuyou's broken sword was a little bit to the left just now, it would not just cut across his right cheek, but directly pierce his head.

These are fatal points. Facing such fatal points, what else can they say?

"Losing!"

The spear in Zhang Biao's hand fell to the ground, he looked up at Jun Wuyou, a look of sadness flashed in his eyes, and with a bitter smile, he stared at Jun Wuyou and said.

Not far away, the two Yuan brothers showed no anger on their faces, but they touched the position where they were attacked, but they couldn't help but lower their heads.

No matter how dissatisfied the two are, what can they say in the face of reality.

They looked at the surrounding army, wanting to give the order to let the army charge up directly.

But they couldn't open their mouths, and at this time, Zhang Biao spoke up and shouted: "Everyone back down, no one can stop Jun Wuyou!"

As soon as the words fell, the army that surrounded Jun Wuyou immediately gave way to a road, a road that Jun Wuyou could leave at any time.

"Hey, I thought you guys were going to order and swarm up again!"

There was still blood dripping from Jun Wuyou's body, it was the blood of the hundreds of soldiers he had killed before.

At this moment, watching the army back off a path, Jun Wuyou said with a smile on his face.

"If you lose, you lose. All the reasons, all the excuses, may be able to deceive others, but not yourself!"

"As you said, you do have the ability to kill the three of us among ten thousand armies. If you didn't show mercy just now."

"Instead, they directly killed the three of us. This army has collapsed at this moment. Unless someone cleans it up, it will never be able to gather again!"

"In this competition, the three of us were killed by you, and the formation of 18 troops was also broken by you alone. There is no need to die!"

Zhang Biao looked at Jun Wuyou with an indifferent and cold voice. Although he lost, he didn't feel ashamed.

He knew very well that it wasn't that he was weak, but that the opponent was too strong.

I'm afraid that in this world, no one can imagine that a civil servant, a person who relies on his mouth for food, would be so capable.

Single-handedly fighting the three top generals doesn't count, and it's still in the army. Taking the heads of the three top generals is like picking something out of a bag.

How many people in the world can match such strength?

"I'm willing to bet and admit defeat, good, real man!"

Jun Wuyou laughed out loud, very satisfied, and said: "Since that's the case, everyone, please change your course and bid farewell!"

After finishing speaking, Jun Wuyou turned around and was about to leave.

Just like what he said, he didn't mean to interfere in the Xianyang battle, and he just wanted to divert these people this time.

Seeing this, Zhang Biao frowned slightly and said, "Wait!"

Jun Wuyou paused, turned around, and said, "What's the matter?"

Zhang Biao said in a deep voice: "I don't understand, you are clearly an envoy of the Eastern Hu, why you are serving the Qin State now."

"It doesn't matter if you serve the state of Qin. Since you are an official of the state of Qin, you should know that the battle of Xianyang is a matter of life and death for the state of Qin."

"You clearly have the ability to disintegrate this 18 army, occupying left and right, why did you take action, but just let us divert?"

"Tell me, what is your plan and intention to do all this?"

As soon as these words came out, the two Yuan brothers also looked at Jun Wuyou.

This is also their concern.

Not far away, in an alley, hundreds of people gathered there.

At this moment, all the kings who were supposed to gather at Yelang Palace, all of them came here at some time, and witnessed Jun Wuyou's series of actions.

At this moment, they also listened with their ears upright, with strange expressions on their faces.

They also couldn't figure out what Jun Wuyou meant.

Originally, Jun Wuyou defeated the 18 troops with no temper by himself, which was amazing enough in the eyes of everyone.

But now, they couldn't marvel, they just wanted to understand, what exactly does Jun Wuyou mean?

If you have the ability, just kill these three people first, let the 18 army have no leader, and resolve the safety of Xianyang. Why do you have to do more, let the 18 army go, and let them detour to South Street?

Could it be that he just wanted to see the 18 royal army on South Street collide with the [-] army?Is there such a boring thing?

"My pleasure!"

While everyone was waiting with anticipation, Jun Wuyou's voice sounded.

The sentence I am willing made everyone tremble instantly, and a black line fell vertically from their heads.

What's the answer?I am willing to say, let the 18 troops continue to mess up Xianyang, isn't this nonsense?