I'm The Emperor of All-Heavens

Chapter 580

Why don't you take Wu hook and collect 50 states in Guanshan.

The "Wu hook" in this poem that has been handed down for thousands of years is a kind of machete ordered by King Helu of Wu.

Later, it was written into poems by scholars and became a spiritual symbol of galloping the battlefield and serving the country. It even went beyond the sword itself and rose to a kind of brave, resolute and tenacious spirit.

But then again, it is precisely because the weapons of the state of Wu are among the best in the world that Wu Gou came to the fore.

"Kill!"

At this time, it was undoubtedly the elite of the elite of the Wu army who came to block the childe's taboo. The hand-held war was cold and shining, and the blade head was shining with divine patterns. With a neat and uniform cry, it went straight out.

Zheng!

The hurricane roared, and the surging strength made a violent sound. The whole river was choppy, holding the flying boat up and chopping towards Qingji with the help of the water.

Thousands of people and hundreds of boats, cold light and sharp blades, meet a figure. This scene is undoubtedly very shocking.

But what was more shocking was that Qingji didn't dodge and laughed wildly. The golden Long Ge in his hand whirled like the falling sun and bumped down without any fancy.

Boom!

The whole river seemed to turn into a twisted water dragon, churning endlessly. The flying boat made an unbearable sound of fragmentation, and the first Wu army disappeared without bones.

"Shenwei! Shenwei!"

The world was quiet first, and then Qingji's soldiers cheered and boosted their morale.

Qingji turned over, but his throat was sweet, but he immediately pressed down his blood, rotated his body, stepped on the broken flying boat, returned to his army, avoided the arrow rain, and waved again.

"Kill!"

Seeing that his subordinates were like beasts out of the gate and rushed unstoppably to the enemy, Qingji nodded with satisfaction.

At a young age, he was able to lead the army to conquer the East and the west, and even directly hostile to strong Chu. He was by no means a brave and resourceless person.

He knows his strengths very well.

Not orthodox, but brave!

Only when all things are not brave can many officers and men of the state of Wu fall in awe without fighting. That's how the previous victories came.

Therefore, Qingji can't lose, can only win, and want a brilliant victory, so that he can have the opportunity to regain the throne.

After forcibly shaking the army of 10000 people, he was hurt, but he was pressed down just to demoralize the enemy.

With each passing day, it is clear that our own side is far weaker than the enemy and still has the upper hand.

However, although these enemies were attacked head-on by Qingji, they still had strong combat power. At this time, they formed a battle array and fought steadily. There was a magic spell in the rear, and the spiritual power of heaven and earth fluctuated like ripples.

"Go!"

Qingji's face sank slightly, adjusted his breath for a moment, took the lead again and attacked with the pro guards.

Compared with the warriors recruited later, these guards are loyal and loyal. Their fists are difficult to defeat four hands on the battlefield. Especially Qingji such warriors, if they have no left and right support, even if they are born with divine power and strong strength, they would have gone to hell long ago.

The battle has become white hot.

Qingji killed the enemy bravely. There was no general under his command. Wu Jun was also one after another, fearless of death.

For a time, the body crashed into the water, and the river was red with blood.

Gradually, Qingji breathed involuntarily.

After all, he is a man, not a God. With the white heat of the battle, the injury of forced loading is also increasing.

We should stay around Qingji all the time. Seven points pay attention to the enemy and hold a spear with one arm. The number of people killed is only under Qingji, and the other three points are observing the state of Qingji.

At this time, Qingji gasped, and his eyes couldn't help showing a touch of ecstasy.

Qingji always pays attention to prestige. If he is not close to the limit, he will never show any fatigue.

Here comes the chance!

Indeed, Qingji has decided to quit.

He felt something wrong.

These Wu soldiers are like dead men. They obviously have no hope of victory. They just fight to death. I'm afraid they have accepted the order. Even if they sacrifice, they must drag him here.

That Ji Guang is really a hero. Wu Zixu is even more resourceful. He must have a back hand. In order not to fall into the trap of the enemy, he has to retreat bravely!

What's more, it is our own side that has the upper hand. If we retreat, it will not damage our morale.

Too late.

What is unexpected is that the enemy's mace comes from behind.

When the cold wind suddenly hit from behind, his honed fighting skills made him slightly avoid the key of happy room, but he still couldn't avoid the sting of thunder and lightning.

Severe pain hit all over the body.

Qingji turned his head, looked at the spear to leave his hand and stabbed it into his back. He immediately understood everything: "are you an assassin?"

Facing the bright eyes, I was ashamed and didn't dare to look at it.

"My father was killed by experts. Today, I'm afraid that revenge is in sight, but you plot against me. Villains are in charge! Villains are in charge!"

Qingji got the answer and roared sadly.

The most famous assassin in history is Jing Ke. In fact, when it comes to the means of assassination, there are many more on Jing Ke.

Just like the civil strife in the state of Wu, the treatment of the king of Wu and his son——

He specializes in stabbing Wang Liao, which can be called the most creative assassination. King Wu likes to eat fish, so he hid his sword in the belly of the fish and had the famous fish intestines sword for thousands of years.

The most bitter assassination is to leave the stab to celebrate taboo. It was proposed by him to kill the whole family. He was frustrated after death in order to win the trust.

What Jing Ke did can be described as taking the advantages of two people. He tried to see that he was specialized in learning, offered his head and wanted to leave, but he met the first emperor.

The ancient Ranger is light on life and death and heavy on nature. He doesn't want to make profits, but wants to keep a name for generations. He wants to leave and finally get what he wants. There is no joy in his heart.

However, he has paid so much that he will never allow failure. Seeing that Qingji is not dead, he will kill as soon as his hands are tight and his strength breaks out.

He is Qingji's personal guard. He is the closest. At this time, the upheaval is steep. Most of the soldiers can't even react. He wants to crack his eyes and pours on him, and he slows down again.

Seeing that no one can stop it, a sword light flashes from the horizon!

Hundred steps flying sword!

Let alone leave the first stab to celebrate the taboo. With all my strength, my mood is agitated. Even when it is in its heyday, it is difficult to resist this amazing sword.

"Ah!"

When the scream began, his left arm was cut off directly and stumbled down on the boat.

At this time, Qingji's personal guard arrived, stabbed to death with a spear, and helped Qingji.

"A little late..."

But duanmurong was faster. The chief disciple of the doctor carried needles like flying, fell into Qingji's chest and abdomen position, and frowned slightly: "he was injured too badly. I haven't understood the magic of this world yet. I'm not sure."

"I'll come!"

Big Si Ming followed him, and the fingerprint of yin and Yang slowly pressed to the center of Qingji's eyebrows.

Duanmurong was upright, but she could not distinguish between good and evil. Qingji's Pro guards dared to let her, and immediately surrounded her.

Only after Qingji was angry, he recognized that gainie, the leader, was a swordsman who had recently become famous in the land of Qilu and had chivalry first.

"Don't stop me, let these pagans save me..."

A wave of tearing pain and weakness surged in, Qingji laughed miserably, gave the last order, closed his eyes and fainted.

"The whole army retreats! Withdraw from the state of Wu!"