The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

Hassan continued to kill masters of Jin Yiwei.

The Thirteenth Taibao beside Lu Bing also joined forces to rush forward, but Hassan's martial arts were too high, and with those fearless walking corpses, the Thirteenth Taibao suffered heavy casualties.

Yan Song sighed.

Nima, Jin Yiwei is really useless.

At the end of the day, the elders of this pavilion have to help.

He protected Jiajing and Wang Huya, and fled resolutely.

That's right.

As long as you can protect the emperor, empress, and your own woman, it doesn't matter who dies.

(Lu Bing: Have you considered my feelings?)

But Hassan is not going to play hide-and-seek with Yan Song this time.

The reinforcements from Ming Dynasty are rushing over.

To kill Emperor Ming, time is running out.

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Hassan was triumphant, looking at the officers of the Jinyiwei who were being chopped melons and vegetables, and his own Assassin assassins, once they blew up the scarabs, they would become walking dead. Unless the target Jiajing died, they would never stop.

"No matter how powerful you Ming are, how can you compare with me, Assassin Assassin?"

Hassan beheaded Zhu Twelve who stood in front of him with a single knife, and Zhu Twelve fell down screaming.

Yan Song found that there was a wall behind him, and there was no way to retreat, so he turned around and said with a faint smile, "You are indeed powerful, but what's the use?"

He waved.

Gai Nie and Lu Quan appeared to protect the left and right.

Yan Song said coldly: "Our reinforcements are just around the corner. As long as you delay for a while, the army will arrive. You have already lost, admit defeat."

In the distance, the footsteps and calls of reinforcements, as well as the light of torches, could be heard.

Wang Huya wept with joy, and said excitedly: "The reinforcements are really coming soon! Old Yan Ge..."

Jiajing was also ecstatic.

This time I was able to narrowly escape 13 lives, what a twists and turns.

Hassan sneered disdainfully: "You think it's over?"

Yuan Shijiao panted heavily: "Old man in the mountain, what other moves do you have, use them quickly, and save you from long nights and dreams!"

With a wild laugh, Hassan threw out a handful of black pills.

"Yan Song, you have repeatedly ruined my good deeds! Let you take jujube pills!"

These black pills rolled on the ground and turned into black scarabs.

The scarabs began to squirm, crawling towards the corpses of the Jinyiwei who had just died in battle.

From the mouth, nose and eyes, he got into the dead body of Jin Yiwei.

Then, these Jinyiwei corpses began to twitch.

"Isn't it?" Lu Bing, who was fighting hard, stared dumbfounded, watching his subordinate who had just fought side by side, resurrected from the dead country, and joined the enemy with a low growl, and murdered the remaining Jinyiwei officers!

"Is this old man in the mountain an immortal? Or a monster? Can he casually turn beans into soldiers? Turn our brothers who died in battle into his men?"

Thinking of this, Lu Bing felt terrified.

Even he is like this, one can imagine how his subordinates will be shaken.

The brocade guards backed away one after another, their faces frightened.

"This, this is not a human!"

"He will turn beans into soldiers!"

"Just sprinkling a handful of black beans casually, can you control our dead brother?"

"Not good! It's terrible!"

As Hassan walked, he said triumphantly and coldly: "How can you predict this old man's killing technique? This old man can not only spread beans into soldiers, but also call wind and rain! Hmph! There is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the people. Compared with my dignified Assassin assassination technique, my martial arts skills are far worse."

He paused for a moment, and pretended to be a ghost: "Because I am an old man in the mountain, I can travel through Yin and Yang, control the dead, and make these dead people become my people."

Hassan smiled sinisterly: "Think about it. As long as your teammates die, they will become my people. What are you still stubbornly fighting for?"

At this time, he was full of vigor and evil, everyone was dumbfounded, and no one dared to attack him directly!

From Jiajing's point of view, the old man in the mountain seemed to have become the king of ghosts!

Those who are killed by him will wake up from the nether hell and transform into ghosts working as tigers, loyal to him.

Most Ming people are still very superstitious.

Just the legend of Hassan's ghost king, spreading false rumors, is enough to make people so frightened that they can't fight.