The myth of crossing the heavens

Chapter 109

There is no need to guess after seeing this scene.

Under the background of Yi Qingchen's irregular attacks and killings, it is impossible for the enemy to use heavy soldiers as traps without protecting the general.

Otherwise, if he is unlucky and is bumped into by Yi Qingchen, wouldn't he be dead confused.

That person must be the leader of Yuan Bing.

Yi Qingchen concluded in his heart that the man has already rushed up, rushing towards the prey like an eagle.

"Protect the little prince!"

The generals of the Yuan army shouted one after another, urging the Yuan soldiers to rush to protect them.

But under the panic, it is already difficult for the soldiers to act according to the command, and it is pure nonsense to respond in an orderly and quick manner.

Between breaths, Yi Qingchen has risen and fallen three times, leaping at the white-haired old man over a distance of hundreds of feet.

He couldn't understand Mongolian, and he didn't know what these people called drink.

I didn't know that I met a "little prince" from the Mongolian court.

Yi Qingchen attacked in front of him, and the soldiers guarding the white-haired old man suddenly changed their formation.

Raising the sword simultaneously, the six weapons stabbed at Yi Qingchen at the same time.

The sword technique is sharp and the sword technique is swift.

The six people shot at the same time, setting up an impenetrable network of swords and lightsabers.

The fierce saber and sword energy spread, directly tearing the Yuan soldiers in front who had no time to dodge.

First-class master!
Yi Qingchen knew at a glance that these six people were all first-class masters in the Jianghu, and they were not even much weaker than Yu Lianzhou in terms of martial arts.

Most of such characters were snatched by the Yuan Dynasty.

The court of the Mongols should not be underestimated!

Yi Qingchen pierced into the sword lightsaber net with a sword, driven by the tyrannical internal force, the long whale sword was invincible.

clack clack...

The sound of swords shattering can be heard endlessly.

Yi Qingchen knocked all six people into the air, the second row of guards attacked again, and the sword slashed down with a frightening roar.

These guards are very loyal, and they will fight for their lives, only attacking but not defending.

Yi Qingchen didn't even look at it, and raised his hand to sweep across with his sword.

Six heads flew up one after another.

The white-haired old man's complexion changed drastically, and he quickly stepped back.

But Yi Qingchen's speed is so fast, in the blink of an eye, the three rows of guards have been killed by him, and he raised his hand to grab the white-haired old man.

Tiger Claw is a rare hand, and once he is caught, he can be destroyed immediately.

"court death!"

The white-haired old man opened his mouth suddenly, and clapped out both palms that had already been charged.

But Yi Qingchen turned away at this moment, hit a soldier's throat in the rapid movement, and took advantage of the moment when he opened his mouth to stuff a pill.

Yuan Bing was the little prince, he was shocked and said: "What did you give me?"

Yi Qingchen punched the white-haired old man's palms with a backhand, and felt a feminine inner force rushing towards him, with several overlaps.

The strength of the palm is comparable to that of the two elders Xuanming.

But it's useless, no matter how high the waves of the river are, they can't beat the sea.

As soon as the Ba fist is released, the autumn wind sweeps away the fallen leaves.

The white-haired old man was shot flying, vomited blood and died.

Ignoring the little prince, Yi Qingchen grabbed an ordinary soldier with his backhand.

Feed the pills that had been peeled off on the spot, then turned around and rushed out.

He wants to kill the general before the Yuan soldiers encircle him.

The little prince was startled and angry, and shouted sharply: "Stop him, whoever can catch him will reward him with a reward of ten thousand taels and make him a marquis of ten thousand households!"

After hearing the words, all the troops marched forward bravely, without fear of life and death.

Yi Qingchen didn't get angry, and sneered, unfolding his swordsmanship and rushing forward.

Within seven feet, those who are close will die.

"Can't stop..."

The little prince's face turned even paler, and he hastily stretched out two fingers into his throat and slammed it hard.

Then wow vomit.

He didn't care about the filth and filth of the vomit, and hurriedly brushed away the vomit for observation.

But the pills disappeared like a bull in mud.

At this moment, the soldier who had just been given pills by Yi Qingchen suddenly started to twitch.

Immediately afterwards, he fell to the ground uncontrollably and let out a miserable scream.

The little prince's complexion changed wildly, he stared at the Yuan soldier closely, and couldn't care about anything else.

I saw that yuan soldier couldn't help twitching and screaming terribly.

His eyes were red, and he frantically scratched at himself.

He was wearing armor and couldn't scratch it. The nails on his hands were cracked and bloody, and he was still scratching himself.

His face was distorted and his behavior was strange, like a ghost.

Everyone watched with horror, and couldn't help feeling a chill in their hearts.

Is this bewitched?

That Yuan soldier got up abruptly and rushed towards another Yuan soldier, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he bit his throat.

It wasn't over yet, he grabbed the man and kept gnawing on him, as if he wanted to eat him.

The little prince is going crazy.

He turned his head to look at Yi Qingchen, and sincerely prayed that the army would take Yi Qingchen down.

As long as he wins Yi Qingchen, he will have bargaining chips in exchange for the antidote, otherwise he will get fishy if he misses the fish.

As for whether he was fed the same poison as that Yuanbing, is it worth considering?
Isn't the purpose of feeding poison to this ordinary soldier is to show yourself the effect of the poison, what a fart!
At this time, Yi Qingchen has already killed thirty feet away, and she is about to break out of the encirclement.

"Stop, stop!"

The little prince yelled loudly, calling to stop the soldiers who were still charging.

Yi Qingchen turned his head and glanced at him: "You are quite sensible, so I don't need to say more about how to do it?"

He didn't stop after he finished speaking, he killed Yuan soldiers along the way and walked away.

The little prince wanted to ask again, but he was startled when a ball of paper bounced into his hand.

He opened his mouth, but didn't say a word.

The other party dispensed the poison and delivered the ball of paper very quickly, without letting outsiders see it.

Now he calls to stop the army, although it is weird, it can be rounded up after all.

But if he tells the truth, he will be ruined immediately, and it is absolutely impossible for him to regain power.

Neither his father nor His Majesty the Emperor would allow a hidden danger of being threatened with poison by outsiders to appear around him.

"Since he doesn't want to say anything, there is still room for maneuver."

The little prince thought silently, and stuffed the ball of paper into his pocket.

The remnants of the defeated generals gathered around the little prince and carefully looked at the young prince whose expression changed drastically.

"Dahamu, your barracks with tens of thousands of people has been invaded by a Han Chinese repeatedly, and you have no ability to resist. If the news leaks out, you will not only lose the face of the court, but you will also lose your position as a general."

The little prince closed the note, and said calmly: "Fortunately, this person also has weaknesses. The people you will capture should be taken care of, and you are not allowed to hurt them at will. I will use these people to negotiate terms with the enemy."

After a pause, he said to General Jinjia: "The thieves gathered a crowd to make trouble and stormed the barracks. You will kill the thieves with all your strength. You are not afraid of life and death. It is very commendable."

Yuan general Dahamu knelt down and said in defeat: "Thank you, little prince, for your understanding. In the end, the general will listen to the little prince."

At noon on the second day, outside Hanzhong city.

Yi Qingchen sat on a small hill basking in the sun, unhurriedly shaking the wooden stick for roasting chicken.

The little prince came with his horse and whip, and left four followers to go up the mountain alone.

"I'm sorry to trouble you to come here in person, I'm really terrified in my heart."

Yi Qingchen said with a smile: "Yesterday we communicated for most of the night, and we haven't asked Zun Gao's name yet?"

"My Mongolian name is Kuokuo Timur, and my Chinese name is Wang Baobao. You can call me whatever you want."

The little prince proudly said: "My father is the present-day Marshal Ruyang Wang!"

(End of this chapter)