From a small soldier in the frontier army, an immortal god of war was born

Chapter 93: Brother Wang, why should you be nervous? (Please subscribe~)

boom!
The shot was fired down, and the terrifying power forced Shao Xuanming to retreat two steps with horror in his eyes.

"Shao Xuanming! We can't keep pestering each other like this!"

In the darkness, my companions' voices were anxious.

"I know!"

Shao Xuanming gnashed his teeth and said, "I'll pull this man away, and you guys finish this quickly!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned into a wisp of black smoke and rushed in front of Wu Fengdeng.

In her vision, the red flames made his face dark and gloomy, his long hair fluttered, his eyes were sharp, and there was a coldness between his brows.

Their eyes met again.

Pfft!
Wu Fengdeng was instantly knocked to the ground by the black smoke and rolled into the darkness. The red lotus fire on his body could not sustain the intense consumption and shrank at a high speed.

The sharp sword instantly touched Wu Fengdeng's forehead. If it had gone a little further, it would have killed him. However, the powerful arms were holding up Shao Xuanming's wrists, and he could not move at all.

"die!!!"

Her voice was shrill, and she pressed her whole body on Wu Fengdeng, trying hard to hold down the black knife.

Wu Fengdeng just sneered grimly, and the blood in his body surged under the effect of the new version of the Bingfa Jue, and instantly knocked Shao Xuanming away.

Then he grabbed her wrist tightly with one hand and slapped her in the face with the other!
Snapped!
Ah!
A crisp and loud slap was heard, and Shao Xuanming's mask was immediately blown off. His beautiful face was also somewhat deformed, with a long line of blood left on it.

"You bastards of the Yin-Yang family, you really are haunting us!"

As he spoke, he clenched his fist and smashed down hard. Shao Xuanming finally came to his senses from his confusion. Seeing that the fatal fist was about to fall, he had to use his secret method again and turned into black smoke to escape.

"Boy, I remember now, you are Wu Fengdeng!"

Shao Xuanming appeared ten meters away, angrily wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes sinister.

Just now, Shao Xuanming was so focused on attacking Ying Zheng that she didn't react for a while. Now there were only two people here, and she suddenly realized that this person was none other than Wu Fengdeng, who had long been on the blacklist of the Yin-Yang family!
The cholera outbreak in Wei State spread throughout the vassal states of China, and the Yin-Yang School paid even more attention to it. The investigation into Wu Fengdeng had already been passed on to the Yin-Yang School branches in various countries.

And issued a death order: Capture him or kill him!

"What's your name?"

Wu Fengdeng picked up his spear and took a breath.

"This lady is Young Xuanming!" she said proudly.

“I haven’t heard of it, but it doesn’t matter.”

Wu Fengdeng shook his head and just shook the tip of the gun, making a buzzing sound.

"To die."

boom!
The tip of the gun appeared in front of Shao Xuanming in an instant. It was so fast that she was shocked. She had to turn into black smoke again and narrowly avoid it.

For a moment, Wu Fengdeng's spear raged, sparks repeatedly flashed in the darkness, and the invisible sharp wind cut everything around, leaving gullies in an instant.

Others may not be able to see Shao Xuanming’s figure, but can only see Wu Fengdeng constantly flashing and waving his gun.

However, for Wu Fengdeng, Shao Xuanming's concealment skills were indeed unpredictable, but his Eagle Eyes were not useless. Although he could only vaguely see her figure, it was enough.

More importantly, it is his fighting instinct after having experienced hundreds of battles!
The fighting here was in full swing, and the noise on Wang Han's side was even more terrifying, almost flattening a large area of ​​the Gobi hills.

Apart from these two battlefields, the situation on the chariot side was truly tragic.

The torches lit by Wu Fengdeng were scattered and could be found within a hundred meters around the chariot. The soldiers of Camp A were finally able to fight against those dozens or even hundreds of black shadows.

But that's about it.

These disciples of the Yin-Yang School's Xuanming Dark School were all personally selected by Shao Xuanming from the Qin branch. The dark techniques they practiced were particularly powerful in the dark, and their individual combat power far exceeded that of these soldiers.

If the battle really got going, the casualties of Battalion A would be really heavy.

"Mom, don't go out!"

Inside the carriage, Ying Zheng gave Zhao Di some instructions, then he drew his sword and went out to fight the enemy.

Although his fighting ability is not high and there is a high probability that he will die in battle, he will not survive if all these soldiers die tonight.

We're going to die anyway, so we might as well give it a try!
I survived being hunted down in Zhao and Han, so why would I be killed in my own Qin State?

Ying Zheng was so angry that he had difficulty breathing. The endless rage in his heart seemed about to explode.

hum~~
Suddenly, there was a strange buzzing sound, and Ying Zheng's dark pupils suddenly dotted with a little gold...

puff!
The black knife cut open Wu Fengdeng's chest, the wound was so deep that the bone was visible. Some blood sprayed on Shao Xuanming's face, and he immediately revealed a slightly sinister smile.

Hahaha, go to hell! Go to hell!
Being wounded by my black knife, you will slowly experience the pain of being bitten by thousands of insects and ants!

Boom!
Just when Shao Xuanming was expecting Wu Fengdeng to wail in pain, the latter, however, looked calm as if nothing had happened, and suddenly kneed her in the waist.

Kaka~
what--!
The pain from her broken waist went straight to the top of her head, and her shrill screams pierced the sky.

The red glass spear stabbed at her like lightning, piercing through her heart in an instant, and blood flowed down the spear shaft.

Dangdang~
The black knife fell to the ground, and the black shadow retreated from her body like a tide, and her naked body collapsed to the ground.

Shao Xuanming had a stunned expression, his eyes wide open, staring blankly at Wu Fengdeng in front of him.

"You...why...are you not...in pain?"

"Who said I'm not in pain? It's just that I can bear it. Can you?"

Wu Fengdeng could certainly feel the extreme gnawing pain of the wound, but he had been in low health and on the verge of death many times along the way, so his endurance was unmatched by ordinary people.

He then took out an arrow and, in Shao Xuanming's last sight, cut off a large piece of flesh from his chest.

There is no medicine to detoxify, and the karmic fire has been exhausted. This method is effective directly.

"You...you are not...a human..."

Shao Xuanming's lips were closed, his voice became smaller and smaller, and then it was completely silent.

Wu Fengdeng trembled and tried his best to pull out the spear. His chest felt like a furnace boiling, but he still forced himself to turn around.

I was shocked to see corpses and scattered flames in the distance.

There were no more soldiers moving around, no more flying shadows, only mutilated corpses scattered across the ground.

The hunchbacked old man limped over, stepping on the bloodstains; his ugly face could only be seen with the help of the firelight.

He was so thin that he was just skin and bones, with protruding cheekbones and a flattened nose with a creepy bloody hole.

Only those eyes still contained a strong greed and bloodthirstiness.

"Hehehe, Ying Zheng, Ying Zheng."

His voice was hoarse, as unpleasant as the croaking of a crow.

At this time, Ying Zheng was covered in blood, sitting in the car with a sword in his hand, breathing weakly, only exhaling but not inhaling. He was extremely decadent, but his golden pupils were still firm and resolute.

"Zheng'er! Zheng'er!"

Zhao Di was crying anxiously and kept wiping the blood off his face.

"Hehehe, you can't live."

"If you live, how can Cheng Jiao succeed to the throne? If Cheng Jiao does not succeed to the throne, how can our Yin Yang family take root in the Qin court? If we cannot take root in the Qin court, how can we talk about surpassing Shenzhou?"

The old man dragged his broken body, his eyes gradually became crazy, and he raised the black sword in his hand again.

"So, I still have to ask you to die today!"

Miso miso miso!
In a flash, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the old man's ears, and he subconsciously turned around.

Seeing the young man in red rushing towards him at an astonishing speed, his size quickly magnified in the old man's eyes!
"Do not--!"

The Dragon Roar Spear, which he used with great difficulty, was like an old dragon, tearing his chest with great difficulty.

puff!
Another sound. The long sword pierced his heart, and behind him, Ying Zheng was like Wu Fengdeng, breathing like a bellows, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Uh……"

The old man's throat was blocked and his pupils were shaking violently, and then he fell to the ground with a bang.

The flames quietly enveloped the devastated land, stretching the only two figures still standing very long, like two majestic giants stepping on the earth...

The day after tomorrow.

Qin State, Yongzhou.

Above the mountains, white flags fill the sky.

In front of the huge mausoleum, hundreds of officials were in mourning and tens of thousands of people attended the funeral. It was a vast and endless crowd.

The funeral music was sometimes gentle and sometimes heavy, and thousands of musicians played it while kneeling.

"How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same robe with you. When the king raised an army, he repaired my sword and spear, and I share the same enemy with you!"
How can I say that I have no clothes? Tongze with Zi. The king has raised his army, repaired my spear and halberd, and worked with me together!
Who says I have no clothes? I will share my clothes with you. When the king raises his army, I will prepare my armor and weapons and go with you..."

A Qin song was played and sung by musicians and ceremonial officials, and all officials and teachers followed suit, and the rolling waves of sound echoed above the sky.

It's as if heaven and earth are mourning together.

When Qin Feng finished singing, clouds began to surge in the sky, and a huge golden nanmu coffin slowly came over.

"The former king entered the mausoleum, and my lord, please step forward!"

The three old men in black shouted in front of the altar.

On one side, Cheng Jiao came out dressed in hemp, his eyes focused. He walked up the hundred steps, knocking his head once every ten steps until he reached the altar, where he knelt heavily on the ground with a sad expression and a trembling voice.

"Your son Cheng Jiao respectfully bids farewell to your father!"

The three elders faced the crowd and said expressionlessly: "Where is Prince Ying Zheng?"

After the six words were passed down, Lu Buwei, who was standing at the front with a long beard and a tall and thin figure, had a gloomy expression and cold eyes.

As for the remaining 10,000 people, most of them had their brows slightly frowned, and you and I looked at each other and sighed.

They have waited for so long but Ying Zheng has never come. At this point, they are afraid there is not much hope left.

The country cannot be without a king for a day. Even if Cheng Jiao is no longer welcome by them, they have to accept the fact that he has succeeded the throne of King Qin.

Because courtesy must be accepted, no matter how inferior Cheng Jiao's bloodline is, it is still the bloodline of King Qin!
Of course, some of these people also thought about gathering to protest, but before they could make any move, they were frightened by the look of the three elders on the stage.

With these three earthly immortals around, no one can cause any trouble.

"Prince Ying Zheng, where is he?"

In front of the altar, Cheng Jiao bit his lips tightly to prevent them from rising. His hands hidden in his sleeves were shaking with extreme excitement.

immediately!

immediately!

You will become the King of Qin soon!
So what if I was born out of wedlock, so what if my bloodline is tainted, the King of Qin is still mine!

Shout again, one last time, and that short-lived ghost will be gone forever!

"Prince Ying Zheng, where is he?"

"As a son of royal blood, I have no intention of observing filial piety in front of the mausoleum. According to Zhou rituals..."

"Your son Ying Zheng is here!"

A faint sound came floating over, and Cheng Jiao was stunned.

The short-lived ghost is coming?
No, it's impossible. Xiao'e brought so many people to assassinate him, this short-lived ghost will definitely not survive!

Hallucination, this is an illusion!
Cheng Jiao closed his eyes tightly and prayed over and over in his heart, but as the noises around him became smaller and quieter, he finally couldn't suppress his restlessness and turned his head abruptly.

But the crowd was surging, as if a crack had been created in the middle like a natural moat.

Two young men covered in dark red blood stains came over, one of them was tall and dressed in a red shirt, carrying a spear on his back, the other had handsome features, light golden eyes, and a broken jade pendant hung on his chest.

"This, this, this is exactly the token of the late king!"

"The golden pupil jade pendant, the eyebrows are seven points similar to the late king, this is really the son of Ying Zheng!"

"Why are you so badly injured?"

"How did he escape from Zhao?"

"Who is this boy in red?"

Everyone present was shocked and surprised.

The bloodline of the King of Qin inherited the orthodoxy of the Zhou Dynasty. The power of his bloodline is strong, and his external feature is the golden pupils. Based on this point alone, even if everyone has never seen Ying Zheng, they can confirm his identity.

He actually came back at the last moment!
They thought Cheng Jiao would definitely succeed the King of Qin, but they didn't expect Ying Zheng to arrive at this critical moment, which made their depressed mood rise again.

Apart from this, the young man in red next to Prince Ying Zheng was also the focus of everyone's attention.

Who is this person? Why is he so close to Prince Ying Zheng?

How could they know that in order to arrive on time, Wu Fengdeng had been galloping day and night, and even received the simplest treatment for his injuries, hoping not to die. The same was true for Ying Zheng.

The bumpy journey was very exhausting for the two of them. If they hadn't supported each other, they would not have been able to climb such a high mountain. Zhao Di was also very tired.

In full view of everyone, Wu Fengdeng finally stopped when he reached the stairs.

"Go ahead."

Ying Zheng nodded, took a deep breath, held his head high, and climbed the stairs.

da~
da~
Every step he took seemed to step on everyone's heart. Even though he was covered in bruises and blood, all the officials felt a sense of awe.

Cheng Jiao was shaking violently, unable to believe that Ying Zheng was real in front of him. He was so frightened that he couldn't even breathe.

Could it be... that Xiao'e failed?

How is that possible!
As he roared inwardly, he seemed to suddenly think of something. He turned his gaze again and saw the stern-faced young man in red below him.

It was he who brought Ying Zheng back!

Not only was he horrified, nearly half of the tens of thousands of officials below were also looking at Wu Fengdeng, their eyes filled with either surprise or curiosity, very complicated expressions.

Such a kid at the Strong Bone Realm could actually bring Prince Ying Zheng back from a foreign country!

"Hong Li Qiang, he looks very young. Could he be the disciple of Yang Jianwen who escaped from Weiguo recently?"

"No doubt about it. I have also seen his bounty order. He is 90% similar to the portrait!"

"What a miracle!"

"As the rumors say, he is indeed a young talent. He didn't even say a word despite being so badly injured."

"Go and call the imperial physician. After the coffin is placed in the mausoleum, Prince Ying Zheng needs to be treated promptly... and him as well."

……

At this moment, many people have recognized Wu Fengdeng's identity, and even Lu Buwei, Meng Tian and others in the front occasionally cast their eyes over.

"Your son, Ying Zheng, respectfully bids farewell to your father!"

On the stone steps, Ying Zheng raised his hands above his head, then forced himself to kneel down and kowtowed heavily.

Bloodstains spread on the futon, and the strong smell of blood almost blocked Cheng Jiao's nasal cavity.

Especially when those pale golden eyes turned and looked at him coldly, Cheng Jiao's body suddenly shook like a sieve. The trembling from deep in his blood made him almost fall down.

"Brother Wang, why are you so nervous?"

(End of this chapter)