Daqin: The imperial mausoleum has been signed for 13 years, with millions of soldiers

If only Zhen Gang was alone, he might be more cautious and dare not be so arrogant.

But now, there are six of them, six of the six sword slaves, all of them are here.

The combination of six people, even in the face of an opponent stronger than himself, has the power to fight, and will not be defeated. He has nothing to be afraid of.

After searching for the imperial tomb for such a long time, there have been no accidents. Now that I have reached the last step, how can I give up lightly.

"One last warning, Lishan Mountain ahead, idlers are forbidden!"

Wen Ning's voice was extremely cold and stern, and his arrogance forced Six Swords Slaves to leave.

Just relying on this momentum, Six Swordsmen involuntarily retreated a few steps back.

"Who the hell are you!"

Zhen Gang's face instantly became dignified, and his alertness rose in an instant.

Just the aura is so powerful, what kind of strength does this person look like.

Could it be that it was just a bluff to scare them?

"Who am I, you don't need to know."

"You just need to know, Lishan, you can't enter."

Wen Ning shook his head slightly, looking at the few people.

If the young master hadn't told him to teach him a lesson, he would have killed these people long ago.

"That's up to you."

As soon as Zhen Gang finished speaking, his body flew forward rapidly.

Seeing this, the five people behind them also subconsciously ran towards Lishan Mountain, and the six people ran into Lishan Mountain from six directions.

And the direction of Zhengang is the closest direction to Wen Ning.

"Out of control."

Wen Ning's eyes became very cold.

Taking a slight step forward with his right foot, a powerful aura spread around Wen Ning in an instant.

This momentum, like a wave, swept out.

Almost in an instant, the steps that the six people had just taken were blocked in place. It was very difficult to take a step forward, as if there were endless obstacles in front of them, hindering their progress.

The strides that were just going forward were also blocked by the invisible obstacles ahead, and they were blocked in place, unable to move forward at all.

"Do it."

With a flash of Zhengang's figure, he changed direction.

At the same time, the remaining five of the six sword slaves also changed directions after hearing what Zhen just said.

All of a sudden, the Six Sword Slaves were running towards Wen Ning at an extremely fast speed, almost in the blink of an eye, they were already near Wen Ning.

Zhen Gang's position is the closest to Wen Ning, and the first person to reach Wen Ning's side.

"How can a mayfly shake a tree?"

Wen Ning sneered, raised his right hand slightly, and clasped his hands tightly in front of him, as if grabbing a person's neck.

"what."

Just when everyone was wondering why the person in front of him would do this, Zhen Gang not far away suddenly exclaimed.

All eyes were on Zhen Gang.

I saw Zhengang's hand pinching his own neck, the veins on his forehead were bulging, his face was flushed red, and his eyes were full of horror.

The other five of Six Sword Slaves watched Zhen Gang torturing themselves, completely unaware of what happened.

It was fine just now, but after a while, it suddenly changed.

"help me."

A really weak voice came out, a weak voice, as if it had exhausted all the strength in its body.

After saying this, his face became very pale, and it was obvious that he lacked oxygen.

"what happened."

The other five of Six Sword Slaves had no choice but to give up their original plan and came to Zhengang's side.

Duan Shui walked in front of Zhen Gang, and tried to break away the hand that Zhen Gang had pinched him with both hands.

No matter how hard he tried, he exhausted all his strength and tried his best, but he couldn't pull Zhen Gang's hand away.

"It's useless. From the moment you violate the rules, you are destined to bear a certain price."

Just when everyone was at a loss, Wen Ning's figure sounded from behind.

"Kill him, look at his hands, he is using magic to control Zhengang."

"As long as you kill him, you'll be fine."

Duan Shui looked back at the hand of the man in front of him, his eyes lit up, and he yelled.

Now this is their only chance. Whether it is to save Zhengang or to enter Lishan Mountain, they must remove the obstacle in front of them so that they can enter smoothly.

All, no matter what, the person in front of him must die.

In a word, the few people had already determined their target, and they moved towards Wen Ning without any hesitation.

The Six Sword Slaves have been one for so many years, and they can't do without anyone. Now even if the opponent is very evil, they have to do everything possible to save Zhengang.

"Ants, kill you, dirty my hands."

"get out."

With a big wave of Wen Ning's hand, a burst of black air flew out of his hand, knocking away all the slaves of the Six Swords who were running towards him.

After gliding in mid-air for a few seconds, Six Swordsmen fell to the ground fiercely, spat out a mouthful of blood at the same time, and looked at the black-robed man in front of him in horror.

What kind of monster is this? They were seriously injured just by taking random shots.

If they angered the black-robed man in front of them, I'm afraid they would have no choice but to die.

"what."

Just when the six sword slaves and five people were at a loss and didn't know what to do.

Zhengang's screams rang out again, and there was a pool of blood and a broken arm on the ground.

Zhengang's other hand was holding the Zhengang sword, which was covered with blood, and Zhengang had a painful expression on his face.

At this time, Zhen Gang gritted his teeth and fled to the direction of Liu Jian Nu almost without any hesitation.

"Run!"

Without caring about the reaction, Zhen just let out a low drink and passed by the five of them.

The other five of the Six Sword Slaves were taken aback for a moment, then they understood what happened, and hurriedly followed Zhen Gang, fleeing at a very fast speed.

"Surviving with a broken arm is very courageous."

Wen Ning walked up to the pool of blood, picked up the severed arm on the ground, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

This arm was not cut off by him, but really just saw it with his own hands.

In order to save himself, he can only use this method to cut off the controlled hand. Once the hand is cut off and loses consciousness, it will no longer be controlled, and he can escape.

It was unexpected to be able to think of such a self-help method in such a dangerous situation.

Wen Ning pressed his right hand, and the severed arm instantly turned into dust and scattered on the ground.

Glancing at the direction in which Six Swordsmen were fleeing, they slowly retreated towards Lishan Mountain behind.

After what happened today, and having suffered such a big loss, forgive them for not coming to Lishan again.

Chapter 11

"what?"

Wang Li looked at the front in surprise.

There was dust flying in front of it, and it seemed that there were indeed traces of troops walking.

"Pass me the military order, advance at full speed!"

Wang Li didn't care too much, and immediately gave the order.

The soldiers and horses fighting against the Xiang family in front did not know where they came from. If His Majesty sent more troops, he must go to reinforce them as soon as possible.

No matter what the result is, he must quickly approach the battlefield to determine which side is fighting Xiang.

Soon, Wang Li led an armor-piercing army of [-] battles and stopped not far away to give orders.

After giving simple instructions, he brought a few generals to the hillside and looked down.

The battlefield below has entered a white-hot stage.

On the left are Xiang's soldiers and horses. At a glance, there are only 6 or [-] people left.

On the right is an army commanded by a strange masked general, with a total of 10 people.

It is obvious that the situation on the battlefield is one-sided, and Xiang's momentum is overwhelmed.

Xiang Liang looked in disbelief at the legion he was proud of, falling apart and being tortured and killed.

Before he could react, Lu Bu's figure appeared in front of him.

He raised Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand, swung it down mercilessly, and took Xiang Liang's head straight.

Xiang Liang's eyes went dark, and the horse under him shook in fear.

"uncle!"

There was a shout.

Xiang Shaoyu appeared next to Xiang Liang, and met Lu Bu's Fang Tian's painted halberd with his spear in his hand.

The sound of friction came from the two weapons, and sparks shot out.

It's a pity that there was a huge disparity in strength, Xiang Shaoyu was defeated by the shock, and was pushed back several meters in succession.

Lu Bu's hand also felt numb, and turned his head to look at Xiang Shaoyu in surprise.

A child actually has such great power, but he just glanced at Xiang Shaoyu before turning his gaze back.

As the saying goes, to capture the thief first, capture the king, and Lu Bu naturally understood this truth.

Even though Xiang Shaoyu stepped forward to help, Xiang Liang still couldn't escape Fang Tian's halberd, and his head fell to the ground.

"uncle!"

Xiang Shaoyu's eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted angrily.

"Shaoyu, the overall situation is the most important thing, let's go!"

"I remembered, this army is from the same place as Shura, the demon god, Shura, they all come from the same place!"

"That is a mysterious organization that wiped out 15 Yuezhi troops overnight."

"Withdraw, quickly withdraw!"

Fan Zeng grabbed Xiang Shaoyu, and while stepping back, he shouted in horror.

After hearing Fan Zeng's order, Xiang's army all retreated in fear.

In their eyes, the army that is fighting them is like a demon, invincible.

The army of demon gods was still hot on their heels, and Lu Bu was even faster, driving the horses, one by one, chasing forward.

Seeing the enemies in the rear chasing after him, Zhong Limei exchanged glances with the other legion commanders, and turned his horse around.

"Brothers of the infantry regiment, raise your shields! Cover the retreat of the young master!"

Zhong Limei shouted.

All of a sudden, the infantry corps who were fleeing on foot stopped when they heard the words, raised their shields, formed a square formation, and stood in place.

Fan Zeng quickly left the battlefield with Xiang Shaoyu and the remnants of the three major cavalry regiments.

"Kill them!"