The hardest emperor in history

Chapter 28
Pan Yulong would never have thought of it.

He led his men and horses to rush towards the accompanying capital aggressively.

Now there is only one person left.

And his proud subordinates turned out to be corpses hanging on the city wall of the accompanying capital.

Such a change made him feel like a storm swept through his heart.

The old man with white beard and hair but full of muscles suddenly roared.

The sound shook people's hearts like a lion's roar.

At the same time, Pan Yulong tore off the clothes on his upper body, revealing his shiny muscles.

The blue veins on the arms and chest muscles protruded.

Such muscles can only be stronger than young people if they are constantly nourished by strong internal forces.

He raised his sword and slashed towards the ground.

Great power seems to have broken through the shackles of the visible.

A crack more than a foot long opened in the ground instantly.

And this was only cut open by the strong wind on the sword.

This stroke shocked everyone on the city wall.

If you want to cut the ground with a sword, there may be many people who can do it.

And the ability to cut through the solid loess with the wind of a sword can only be done by a top expert like Pan Yulong.

Although the white-haired old man lost troops and generals outside the city walls of the accompanying capital.

But his own strength is unbelievably strong.

None of the descendants of the Jun family can fight against him.

Even Cha Shuangyue, who can only lie down now, was not Pan Yulong's enemy in the past.

Even if he lost all his subordinates, he was still a fearsome existence.

Pan Yulong's eyes were like a falcon, staring closely at Junwu on the city wall.

He roared angrily, "Let go of my granddaughter!"

After finishing speaking, he suddenly pulled up a section, his lightness skill was so strong, it seemed that he suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

Everyone's heart was pounding suddenly, and the threat of death had never been so close to everyone.

Pan Yulong flew onto the city wall, and immediately pointed at Jun Wu and said, "Little Huangmao, let my granddaughter go!"

After all, he has a great momentum, which is the fighting spirit of a top master.

Just relying on this kind of fighting spirit, it can make others feel fear.

Jun Wu's face was still calm, and he asked back: "You killed me. Your granddaughter has no chance to compete for the throne.

That's it, don't you care? "

Pan Yulong laughed wildly, and said: "Who cares about this bird's throne!"

After finishing speaking, he swung his sword and slashed at Jun Wu's feet.

In the end, Pan Yulong was very cautious, he didn't want to hurt his granddaughter's life.

So the sword only slashed at Junwu's lower body.

Even so, the powerful sword qi was unstoppable and came with the fighting intent to kill.

Although everyone on the city wall knew that they were not Pan Yulong's opponent.

But at this moment, what everyone was thinking in their hearts was: with this sword strike, there will be two less opponents in the capital.

No one expected that in this mortal situation, Jun Wu showed a smile.

What was even more weird was that Pan Yulong suddenly stopped the long sword in his hand.

The next moment, he looked at Jun Wu with apprehension.

The young man's expression was always calm, as if he would not be afraid.

And Jun Wu strangled the slender neck of the Second Huangjie with one palm.

Two cast-iron fingers had been inserted into Jun You's throat.

A trace of blood flowed from Jun You's neck.

No matter how powerful Pan Yulong was, he still panicked when his granddaughter was threatened with his life.

Even if he lost all his troops, it would not compare to the slightest damage to his granddaughter.

Looking at Jun Wu's icy face, he finally said angrily: "Stinky boy, if you dare to attack again, I will kill all of Jun's family."

Only Jun Wu and Pan Yulong could detect the slight tremor in his tone.

The trembling that never appeared in Pan Yulong's life.

Jun Wu unexpectedly smiled and said: "Jun Er is also a descendant of the Jun family. She must have died before me."

After saying this, the awe-inspiring aura on his body became even stronger.

Who would have noticed that the momentum between Jun Wu and Pan Yulong was ebbing and flowing.

One is a teenager who is only 15 years old.

One is a well-known master in the Jianghu.

The two stood on the city wall of the accompanying capital and confronted each other.

What they compete with is not strength, but will.

Whoever still has worries in his heart has a fatal weakness.

Only those whose hearts are as hard as iron can survive this competition.

Jun Wu's fingers were even harder.

The blood flowed from Second Huangjie's throat.

At this time, Jun Wu continued: "After I practiced this iron sand palm, it was Er Huangjie who came to try it first."

Finally, Pan Yulong, who had always been fearless in the arena, showed a broken look on his face.

He also knew that his granddaughter was not weak internally.

To be able to pierce Jun You's throat with your fingers requires extremely strong finger force.

Obviously the young man was not lying.

In the next moment, he might really poke Jun You's throat.

Who would have expected that Pan Yulong, the hero of a generation, sighed in pain.

Compared with this boy, he really lost.

He is worried about losing.

All of a sudden, the anger in Pan Yulong's heart suddenly dissipated.

He didn't take the throne of the Dai Viet Dynasty in his heart.

It was only because my granddaughter wanted to, that I fully supported it.

Now he seemed to suddenly understand one thing:
The throne of the Dai Viet Dynasty.I'm afraid it doesn't belong to my granddaughter.

Even if you force it, it will only put the child in more danger.

It's better to take her and leave with him.

From then on, it is up to her granddaughter whether she wants to be a princess or a queen.

Pan Yulong nodded and said, "Mr. Jun is lucky, you have such a descendant."

He then said: "Girl, let's go!"

After finishing speaking, he suddenly raised his hand again and patted Jun Wu.

In this palm, he used soft strength.

Jun Wu actually seems to have a spiritual connection with Pan Yulong.

He didn't make any resistance, and the palm controlling Jun Er no longer exerted any force.

Just like that, Second Sister Huang's body fell into Pan Yulong's arms in an instant.

At this time, Pan Yulong looked at his granddaughter, and was shocked to see the finger marks on her neck.

Blood stained the skirt of his clothes red.

Pan Yulong sighed, and said to Jun You in an extremely gentle tone:
"Girl, let's go.

We don't want the throne of the Dai Viet Dynasty. "

Jun You's face was pale, revealing a look of pain.

She was pinned to her acupuncture points and was unable to move.

Now that her throat is injured, she can't speak.

Just closing his eyes, he snuggled into grandpa's arms.

This gray-haired old hero unexpectedly jumped out of the city wall with his granddaughter in his arms.

After a few ups and downs, it was out of sight.

Jun Wu watched their disappearing figures from a distance.

Then he adjusted the focus and looked at the panel in front of him again:
"The Legilimency has been activated to its full level.

"Propulsion", a spiritual skill.

Relying on the spiritual will to subdue the opponent can make the enemy submit unconsciously.

It is one of the "Secret Twelve Heart Techniques".

Also, if the mental will is weaker than the opponent, it may be backlashed. "

Pan Yulong is a 300-year-old master of internal strength in the middle god realm.

In terms of will, it is also extremely strong.

Fortunately, Pan Yulong was worried about his granddaughter because of his whole heart.

No matter how powerful his martial arts are, he would lose to Jun Wu's hands without noticing when his mind is confused.

Jun Wu intentionally pinched Jun You's throat, not thinking that he could subdue a real master by means of coercion.

It was to let this shocking scene disturb Pan Yulong's will.

Perhaps Pan Yulong would not find out at all.

He suddenly changed his mind, in fact, it was because of the influence of Jun Wu's "Propulsion Technique".

On the city wall, the only remaining descendants of the Jun family felt a chill run down their spines.

Jun Wu glanced at everyone, and everyone immediately felt that there was a huge force pressing on the heart attack.

In the end, Jun Wu turned his head indifferently, with his hands behind his back, and disappeared above the city wall.

Although people left, there was a voice that seemed to echo in the wind:

"Jun Wu, you can't let him go any longer."

(End of this chapter)