Back to the end of the Ming Dynasty when the emperor

Chapter 289
Although Nikan was so angry that his face turned purple eggplant, he didn't charge forward with his horse and sword, even though he was only a few feet away from Zhu Yousong at this time, this distance was almost close to him who had a long knife in the palm of his crotch. within easy reach.Usually at this distance, it takes the blink of an eye to take the enemy's head with a horse.

But today is different, mainly because Nikan was too confused. Zhu Yousong seemed to be mocking them with a playful smile, but he thought that Zhu Yousong was not bragging at all. He lost his life.

From fighting among clansmen to conquering other races, Nikan has fought big and small battles for so many years. Nikan has never seen Zhu Yousong's weird skills. In the past, if someone said that the emperor of Nanming was a kung fu emperor, he would scoff at him. Believe it, now he totally believes it.Zhu Yousong is not only a kung fu emperor, but also an extremely high kung fu emperor. It seems that the two of them are not rivals at all. Now that he is left alone, it will be even more useless. Although he knows that today must be bad luck, but He couldn't just rush to die in vain.

In an instant, he had his attention. Under the cover of the night, he quietly took out the bow and arrow, acknowledged the buckle and shot an arrow out of nowhere.

Archery on horseback is a specialty of the Tartars, and it is also their housekeeping skill on galloping horses. Now that Nikan stands still immediately, this set of movements is even more familiar.

At this time, there were many eyes around, but when they saw it, Nikan's bowstring had already rang. Like Nikan in a daze, some whispered and gesticulated, but most of them didn't notice that Nikan suddenly fired a cold arrow, and it was too late for them to notice.

"Your Majesty, be careful!" He Xuanjiao couldn't help screaming because the incident was so sudden, and the other soldiers didn't even scream, and just stood there stupidly, because at this time Zhu Yousong had already fallen to the ground in response.

Where are all the armored warriors brought by Zhu Yousong, did your majesty get shot?Especially He Xuanjiao, Zheng Damu, and Li Quan were so frightened that their souls came out of their bodies, and their escorts neglected their duties, ranging from Ling Chi to extermination, and more importantly, if they hurt such a good emperor, they would die a hundred times. Difficult to atone for.

"Hahaha..." Seeing that Zhu Yousong was hit by an arrow and fell to the ground without moving, Nikan laughed loudly immediately, "Isn't the false emperor very interested, isn't he going to have fun with the king? You should get up Come or not, my king will have no regrets even if he dies!" Nikan was triumphant, he felt that if the arrow shot Zhu Yousong, his own death would be enough for him today.

"Help me!"

"Kill this dog thief!"

The other generals were overwhelmed with fright, and He Xuanjiao, Zheng Damu, and Li Quan were expected to react faster. The three generals rushed towards Zhu Yousong shouting like crazy, and some went straight for Nikan.

Driven by the three generals, countless guards in armor rushed over with their swords and guns.

But they had just rushed out a few steps, and they all stopped.

The reason was that Zhu Yousong got up again, with a long feathered arrow stuck in his neck, and one hand still holding the shaft of the arrow.

And this kind of standing up is not the usual standing up from the ground, but the whole body stands up straight from the ground like a straight board. This is a battlefield with thousands of troops, otherwise, at four or five o'clock in the morning, someone would come here suddenly , You have to scare people's gall out of you, the vivid corpse shot!
No one called to stop, but Zhu Yousong's armored guards, He Xuanjiao, Li Quan, Zheng Damu, etc. all came to an emergency brake at the same time, as if they had been immobilized, they all stood there dumbfounded.

Of course Nikan saw it too, his laughter stopped abruptly, and the complacent expression on his face froze instantly.

Zhu Yousong made another amazing move at this time, he took the arrow off his neck, without even a trace of blood, people's eye sockets were cracked, and they could see clearly by the light of the torch, it turned out that the arrow was not at all. Zhu Yousong was not hurt.

The distance between the two is so close. If Zhu Yousong was shot in the neck and fell to the ground, his neck must have been pierced by an arrow. Now he is just holding the arrow in his hand, and the tip of the arrow is placed gently on his neck. Standing up on the abdomen, it is always in this posture, without any extra movements. This is completely pretending to be in public, and of course it is to confuse Nikan.

It turned out that Zhu Yousong played a unique trick. Don’t look at Nikan’s sneaky archery, and he is extremely proficient, as fast as lightning, but he did not escape Zhu Yousong’s eyes. These are the eyes of a martial artist in the cultivation world, and he will never rub the sand .

The moment Nikan shot the arrow, Zhu Yousong made sure to pay attention. It was easy for Zhu Yousong to avoid the arrow. Don't look at the two people who are so close, Zhu Yousong these few days Hearing chickens dance every day for a month, cultivating breath internally and exercising muscles externally, such a long period of martial artist cultivation is not for nothing.As a general, he can see the six directions with his eyes and listen to the wind from all directions, let alone Zhu Yousong?

But he didn't dodge the arrows. When clusters of arrows appeared in his pupils, Zhu Yousong shot like lightning and grabbed the shaft of the arrow, and then fell straight down. From the outside, it looked exactly like the arrow fell to the ground. It was night. Although there is a torch, it is incomparable with the light of the day, so it has been hidden from everyone's eyes, including of course the prince of the Qing court, Nikan.

However, Zhu Yousong's move was too risky, and if he was not sure about the fire, he would be killed by an arrow through his throat. Only Zhu Yousong dared to play like this, and this is called the boldness of a master of arts.But in the eyes of ordinary people, gods can't do this, so the soldiers of the Ming army present and the self-satisfied Nikan were all inexplicably dumbstruck.

Now Zhu Yousong felt that he could no longer pretend to be forceful, and it was time to send the tartar prince to report to Lord Yan.

"Hahaha..." Now it was Zhu Yousong's turn to laugh, pointing at Nikan with an arrow in his hand, and said, "It's said that you Tartars are good at riding and shooting. It's bullshit to see you today. Look at that dead pineapple. As a prince, you can't even ride a horse well, so you lost half of your head. And your archery skills are too bad, so you can't hit me at such a close distance. Forget it, don't be a prince anymore, let's go back to the furnace and make another one! "

After Zhu Yousong finished speaking, he restrained his smile, turned his body, and stretched his arms outstretched, like a track and field athlete throwing a discus. After two laps, Zhu Yousong let go, and the arrow shot out through the air, like a sleeve arrow. The cold light came straight to Nikan.

At this time, the distance between the two was even closer, not more than two zhang, and Nikan hadn't recovered from his astonishment, and with a pounce, the arrow hit his throat, I don't know the strength of Zhu Yousong's hand No matter how big it is, this feathered arrow actually passed through the throat, and blood foam splashed in the air.

Nikan wanted to scream, but there was a big blood hole in his neck, he couldn't scream if he leaked air and spurted blood, but it was too uncomfortable not to scream, and ended up like an old hen with a hoarse voice. Falling off the horse with disbelief in his eyes.

Zhu Yousong shook his head, "I'm so disappointed by the two dead Tartars. I wanted to use you to practice swords, but you didn't even let me use your swords. What kind of prince, grandson of Nurhachi, ah!"

There were so many Ming soldiers and generals present, but the scene was terribly quiet, and the needles could be heard. Only Zhu Yousong's voice was heard. After more than ten seconds, they shouted from the bottom of their hearts, "Good work! Good job! ! Your Majesty's miraculous skills are unrivaled..." The shouts were like a tide, rushing straight towards Xiaohan.

(End of this chapter)