Daqin: Prince Peerless, guarding Hangu for ten years!

Chapter 98: With open spear and hidden sword, the Mohist will be killed!

Icy.

cruel.

A boundless tide of murderous intent came from all directions.

Changge and halberds came straight towards him, and the long swords and axes flashed with cold light, completely sealing off all the space around Yingjun.

At this moment, Yingjun seemed to everyone to have no way to go to heaven or to the earth.

Danger!

Extremely dangerous.

Yingjun's hair stood on end instantly, as if there was an electric shock, and he could even feel the slight tingling on his skin with the magnified feeling.

Even without using his insightful eyes, Yingjun looked up at the cold, emotionless eyes of the seven or eight people above his head.

Even though they all wore leather armor that was no different from the soldiers of Zhao.

But the moment they took action, they couldn't hide their alien temperament at all.

Mojia.

ink person.

For a moment, a faint smile flashed across Yingjun's lips, but his eyes suddenly became extremely cold, like ice that had been frozen for thousands of years under the North Sea.

Faced with such a fatal situation.

Ordinary people are absolutely in a situation of death and no life.

However, there was no fear or even panic in Yingjun's heart. There was only endless anger and violence, and the cold murderous aura instantly spread out in waves.

"The Mohist..."

Cold words burst out from Yingjun's mouth, and the powerful divine power inherited from the Overlord burst out violently in his body. His body shook and his muscles rose.

With a bang, Ying Jun lifted Chu Sheng's body and swept towards the seven or eight Mohists whose heads were chopped off.

Dark shadows spread across the sky.

There was a buzzing sound, and the air vibrated.

Under Wanjun's divine power, even Chu Sheng's flesh and blood body was no different from a heavy weapon at this moment.

If you rub it, you will die, if you knock it, you will die.

The four Mohists who jumped out to chop Yingjun had not yet reacted.

Bang bang bang! !

The four of them had already flown out like swatted flies and disappeared in front of everyone in the blink of an eye.

However, Yingjun didn't even look at the result. His arms shook, shattering Chu Sheng's arm holding the arm armor, and the Chixiao sword was drawn out like a rainbow piercing the sun.

Blood drops splashed, and frost blades were like light.

Swish!Swish!
The long sword broke instantly, and the bodies of the two inkers instantly exploded into two halves, with blood mixed with internal organs, intestines, etc. pouring down.

bang.

Gold and iron fight.

Yingjun's freed hand pinched the last inkman's neck like an iron pliers. The cold look on his face was unmistakable. The moment his hand suddenly tightened, a sound like a tiger's roar roared out.

"...Must kill!!!"

With a click, his big hand directly crushed the neck in his hand, and the body with its head tilted was thrown forward.

With a popping sound, a long halberd was immediately pierced through the body, knocking back the charging Zhao soldiers and staggering backward.

At the same time, Yingjun crushed the bluestone at the top of the city with his right foot and rushed directly into the Zhao army in front like a meteor that swept the ground.

"kill!"

The word "kill" is like thunder, and it is as cold as frost.

The ferocious roar shook the eardrums of Sergeant Zhao who was rushing towards him. The moment his face trembled, his eyelids subconsciously tightened.

The next moment, the white rainbow pierced through the sun.

Swish swish!
The halberd broke and the head flew up.

Yingjun waved Chixiao, and he couldn't tell whether it was a long sword or a long whip, and he rushed into the crowd with great force, without any enemies.

Blood rushes.

Broken limbs and broken arms kept flying up.

Blood and internal organs spread directly along the city head like a carpet.

His eyes kept glancing at the soldiers in front of him, and the cold light kept blooming in his eyes. The soldiers of Zhao who were in front of him and the Mohist hidden among them were all killed by the sword.

"You're a loser, but you still want to kill me Yingjun? Come on, I'll be right here, let you come up and kill me!"

Before the person with the word "kill" had finished speaking, Yingjun had already rushed forward ten steps. More than 30 corpses around him fell to the ground, and more blood was squeezed out during the twitching.

Blood energy and evil energy are mixed together, and the whole person looks fierce and arrogant.Ho ho ho!
His cruelty and ferocity even inspired Dian Wei and others who followed behind him, and they all roared fanatically:

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

Amidst the whistling sound, Dian Wei shook the big banner and led the surrounding Ya soldiers and Beiwei soldiers to sweep forward like a wild wave.

puff.

Pfft!
Dian Wei was like an evil ghost coming out of his cage. He kept slashing with the halberd he held in one hand, his shield shattered and his armor exploded. He laughed wildly and pointed at the dark Zhao Jun at the top of the city and roared:
"Crush them!!!"

hoo hoo hoo! !

The Beiwei army behind them immediately roared wildly, waving the ax in their hands and advancing like crazy as they were chopping melons and vegetables.

At the same time, a famous general in the Beiwei army began to shout and order all the Beiwei soldiers to start advancing in formation at the top of the city.

After fighting for such a long time, more and more Beiwei soldiers climbed to the top of the city, established a firm foothold on the city wall, and began to fight in formation.

The most powerful thing about the Beiwei Army is never the force, but the iron law that they have integrated into their bones.

kill!

kill!

kill!

In the light of the sword and the shadow of the axe, scarlet waves continued to rise on the top of the city.

More and more Beiwei troops stood up in formation, merging with each other to form an array. In the blink of an eye, they gathered into a wave and swept away towards the Zhao army who was defending the city.

At this moment, the situation of the battle began to reverse.

More and more Qin soldiers began to board the city, waving weapons and joining in the frantic fighting...

Under the handsome flag of the city tower.

Lian Po's hand holding on to the railing had turned white, and his eyes were splitting as he looked at the battlefield at the head of the city where the situation was suddenly unstable.

"Could this child be a ghost or god who came to this world?"

Yingjun's strength and bravery completely shocked Lian Po at this moment, and even made him feel terrified.

However, all this disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

But at this moment, Lian Po still chose to persist.

After decades of fighting, he has seen as many brave people as stars, but those who are self-reliant and brave will eventually die suddenly on the way without exception.

"So what if ghosts and gods come to the world?"

"How can one person's power be compared with that of thousands or tens of thousands of people?"

As long as he continues to consume, Yingjun will surely be consumed to death. If necessary, what if he even bets on his life?
"Send the order. Your Majesty is in the city. We have no way to retreat. All soldiers stand firm and are not allowed to retreat even half a step."

After the words fell, a messenger naturally went to deliver the order, but Lian Po stared at the direction of Ying Jun with a sullen face.

Although Chu Sheng died in battle, he also used his death to re-stabilize the morale of the Zhao army.

The three thousand warriors who came out raggedly have not collapsed yet, and are still fighting and killing.

Moreover, the most important thing is that Lian Po knows that the Mohists are still dormant and have not yet taken full action.

Even if the morale of Sergeant Zhao's soldiers collapsed, the three thousand Mohists would still persist in fighting.

The Mohists may die, but they will never back down.

As long as Mo Zhe does not retreat, the rest of Zhao's soldiers will also grit their teeth and fight to the death under their influence.

Lian Po narrowed his eyes, looked at Ying Jun who was killing people in the crowd, gritted his teeth and roared:
"Let's see who can persist to the end!"

While he was talking, Lian Po couldn't help but look to the east. He was still waiting for an opportunity.

An opportunity to completely annihilate the Qin army.

Thinking of this, even with Lian Po's composure and tenacity, he couldn't help but clenched his fists and smashed the railing in front of him, gritted his teeth and roared:
"Quick. Quick!!!"

……

At this moment, the battle across the city became more and more intense, with Qin soldiers all vying for the lead.

"Kill..."

"dash forward."

"Come on!"

Subsequently, more and more soldiers climbed to the top of the city, densely connected together, as dense as ants, but for the soldiers of the Qin army who were fighting like fire on the city tower, it was just adding fuel to the fire.

Boom boom boom!
The morale of the army was as high as blazing.

All the soldiers fought feverishly and fearlessly, but they kept shouting as if they were obsessed:

"Break the city! Break the city! Break the city!"

(End of this chapter)