Reborn Daqin, I am the emperor

Chapter 1193 I'm Happy

"This!"

Jun Wuyou took a breath, and saw that after the spear body smashed the long sword in his hand, the trend slowed down a little, and a lot of power was removed, but it still hit his chest heavily.

With a muffled sound, Jun Wuyou's body was instantly thrown flying.

There was a sharp pain in his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from the sky, but at the same time, his arm shook, and the broken sword in his hand flew out of thin air, like a dart, and went straight to Zhang Biao.

At this moment, Zhang Biao, after returning the carbine, turned his back to him, and could not see the broken sword flying behind him at all.

When Zhang Biao turned around, the broken sword was already in front of him, and if he tried to avoid it, his body couldn't keep up with the speed, and he couldn't react at all.

He could only watch the broken sword slash across his cheek, fly with a handful of blood, and directly penetrate the chest of a soldier behind him.

Zhang Biao was taken aback, turned his head to look, but saw Jun Wuyou turning around in the air, after spewing out a mouthful of blood, he stepped back two steps to the ground, stood firmly, and looked at himself with a half-smile.

The blood was slowly flowing from the corner of his mouth, but the whole person stood there motionless, looking at those eyes, which were filled with the light of victory.

It seems that this battle is now over.

When the gods fight, mortals suffer.

At this moment, everyone realized that in the fight between the few of them, the soldiers under them could not intervene at all.As soon as you rush up, you can only be swept away regardless of whether you are the enemy or yourself.

So I don't know when, the soldiers all retreated one after another, leaving a circle with a radius of more than ten feet, allowing several people to display it.

Zhang Biao shook his arm, slowly lowered the spear in his hand, and fell to the ground.

He reached out and touched the wound on his cheek, then looked at the wound on Yuan Hong's jaw not far away, and the scratch on Yuan Ling's neck.

As Jun Wuyou said, each of them left a scar on their head or neck as proof of victory or defeat.

Now, in less than a moment, with these three scars, as long as Jun Wuyou is a little bit more ruthless, all three of them will undoubtedly die.

So in this battle, they lost, completely.

Yuan Ling's neck, as long as Jun Wuyou exerted a little force, it could be snapped off in an instant.

Jun Wuyou only needed a little force on Yuan Hong's chin, and in an instant, a sword could penetrate his entire head from his chin, making him sure to die.

And myself, if Jun Wuyou's broken sword was a little bit to the left just now, it would not just cut across his right cheek, but directly pierce his head.

These are fatal points. Facing such fatal points, what else can they say?
"Losing!"

The spear in Zhang Biao's hand fell to the ground, he looked up at Jun Wuyou, a look of sadness flashed in his eyes, and with a bitter smile, he stared at Jun Wuyou and said.

Not far away, the two Yuan brothers showed no anger on their faces, but they touched the position where they were attacked, but they couldn't help but lower their heads.

No matter how dissatisfied the two are, what can they say in the face of reality.

They looked at the surrounding army, wanting to give the order to let the army charge up directly.

But they couldn't open their mouths, and at this time, Zhang Biao spoke up and shouted: "Everyone back down, no one can stop Jun Wuyou!"

As soon as the words fell, the army that surrounded Jun Wuyou immediately gave way to a road, a road that Jun Wuyou could leave at any time.

"Hey, I thought you guys were going to order and swarm up again!"

There was still blood dripping from Jun Wuyou's body, it was the blood of the hundreds of soldiers he had killed before.

At this moment, watching the army back off a path, Jun Wuyou said with a smile on his face.

"If you lose, you lose. All the reasons, all the excuses, may be able to deceive others, but not yourself!"

"As you said, you do have the ability to kill the three of us among ten thousand armies. If you didn't show mercy just now."

"Instead, they directly killed the three of us. This army has collapsed at this moment. Unless someone cleans it up, it will never be able to gather again!"

"In this competition, the three of us were killed by you, and the formation of 18 troops was also broken by you alone. There is no need to die!"

Zhang Biao looked at Jun Wuyou with an indifferent and cold voice. Although he lost, he didn't feel ashamed.

He knew very well that it wasn't that he was weak, but that the opponent was too strong.

I'm afraid that in this world, no one can imagine that a civil servant, a person who relies on his mouth for food, would be so capable.

Single-handedly fighting the three top generals doesn't count, and it's still in the army. Taking the heads of the three top generals is like picking something out of a bag.

How many people in the world can match such strength?
"I'm willing to bet and admit defeat, good, real man!"

Jun Wuyou laughed out loud, very satisfied, and said: "Since that's the case, everyone, please change your course and bid farewell!"

After finishing speaking, Jun Wuyou turned around and was about to leave.

Just like what he said, he didn't mean to interfere in the Xianyang battle, and he just wanted to divert these people this time.

Seeing this, Zhang Biao frowned slightly and said, "Wait!"

Jun Wuyou paused, turned around, and said, "What's the matter?"

Zhang Biao said in a deep voice: "I don't understand, you are clearly an envoy of the Eastern Hu, why you are serving the Qin State now."

"It doesn't matter if you serve the state of Qin. Since you are an official of the state of Qin, you should know that the battle of Xianyang is a matter of life and death for the state of Qin."

"You clearly have the ability to disintegrate this 18 army, occupying left and right, why did you take action, but just let us divert?"

"Tell me, what is your plan and intention to do all this?"

As soon as these words came out, the two Yuan brothers also looked at Jun Wuyou.

This is also their concern.

Not far away, in an alley, hundreds of people gathered there.

At this moment, all the kings who were supposed to gather at Yelang Palace, all of them came here at some time, and witnessed Jun Wuyou's series of actions.

At this moment, they also listened with their ears upright, with strange expressions on their faces.

They also couldn't figure out what Jun Wuyou meant.

Originally, Jun Wuyou defeated the 18 troops with no temper by himself, which was amazing enough in the eyes of everyone.

But now, they couldn't marvel, they just wanted to understand, what exactly does Jun Wuyou mean?
If you have the ability, just kill these three people first, let the 18 army have no leader, and resolve the safety of Xianyang. Why do you have to do more, let the 18 army go, and let them detour to South Street?

Could it be that he just wanted to see the 18 royal army on South Street collide with the [-] army?Is there such a boring thing?

"My pleasure!"

While everyone was waiting with anticipation, Jun Wuyou's voice sounded.

The sentence I am willing made everyone tremble instantly, and a black line fell vertically from their heads.

What's the answer?I am willing to say, let the 18 troops continue to mess up Xianyang, isn't this nonsense?

(End of this chapter)