Back to the end of the Ming Dynasty when the emperor

Chapter 721
"As an emperor, can words count?"

Shi Lang thinks that Zhu Yousong's words are too big, if he can catch your sword, he will win. I, Shi Lang, have been studying art for eight years, and I dare not say that I am invincible. At least I have rarely met an opponent. I have never been defeated once, even Li Zicheng is so powerful , He didn't get any advantage in the two fights. Could it be that he really couldn't catch Zhu Yousong's sword? He would rather believe that roosters can lay eggs!

"Hahaha," Zhu Yousong couldn't help laughing when he saw that he had taken the bait, "I am the king of a country. I speak well and speak well, and I write a pen to write a decree. The universe is clear and clear, and thousands of soldiers are witnesses. How can I not count it?" reason?"

"Okay, Shi Lang is willing to bet on this game." Shi Lang gritted his teeth and said.

"But if it's General Shi who loses the bet, can what you say count?" Zhu Yousong said in his heart, you are afraid that what I say will not count, and I am also worried that what you say will not count. Since you are willing to gamble, you have to admit defeat, and you have to say it in person. .

"I, Shi Lang, am willing to fold an arrow as an oath, and I am willing to gamble and admit defeat. If it doesn't count, it will be like this arrow!" Shi Lang said, taking out a feathered arrow from the quiver behind him, snapping it into two pieces .

This time Zhu Yousong was happy. The ancients believed in oaths most.

But the soldiers of the Ming army behind him were a little worried. They knew that their Majesty's kung fu was world-class, but they couldn't brag endlessly, could they?
Shi Lang won two battles in a row against Liu Guoxuan and Yao Qisheng. Both Liu Guoxuan and Yao Qisheng were fierce generals, and then they drew a tie with Li Zicheng. From this point, it shows that Shi Lang's ability is only superior to Li Zicheng, not under Li Zicheng's finger.

Many generals of the Ming army remember that when Zhu Yousong confronted Li Zicheng, he never defeated the enemy with one move.

But His Majesty actually wants to make a one-shot bet with Shi Lang, and the stakes are so heavy, is His Majesty sure about it?If Shi Lang catches His Majesty's sword, His Majesty will have to repeat the preface, take off his robes and make way for Tang Wang Zhu Yujian, wouldn't we all have to bow our heads and bow our heads?After that, wouldn't the emperor of Ming become Emperor Longwu?This is too scary...

Therefore, the tens of thousands of soldiers of the Ming army present were all sweating for their Majesty.Especially Ma Jinhua, He Xuanjiao, Huimei and other beautiful concubines were anxious, secretly complaining that their majesty was outspoken, how could they bet like this?

Only the military Song offered strategies, his face expressionless.Xiao Liu asked impatiently, "Mr. Song, you can pinch and count. Can you count if your Majesty can win this bet?"

The black-faced dwarf Song Xiance smiled lightly, "Hmph, silly girl, it seems that there are many people who don't know His Majesty, and you are one of them!"

"Sir, you are not allowed to show off. Tell me quickly, what do you mean?"

"Although His Majesty's words are very loud, but every time he does not exaggerate the truth, don't you realize that?"

"Liu finally understands, Mr. Liu is smart." Xiao Liu was very happy.

At this time, Shi Daxuan on the top of the city also knew that his son was going to make an unprecedented bet with the emperor Zhu Yousong of the Ming Dynasty, and his heart was in his throat.

The 10,000+ eyes on the scene were fixed on Zhu Yousong and Shi Lang in front of the two armies, knowing that this bet was not only a matter of life and death for the two of them, but also life and death for the generals of both sides.

This is two horses standing still, one on the east and one on the west, Zhu Yousong on the horse and Shi Lang on the horse are staring at each other.

But Zhu Yousong didn't draw the sword, Shi Lang couldn't wait to receive his sword. Zhu Yousong's explanation was that we all must be fair in this bet. You have fought hard for three battles, and I can't do it now, otherwise it will be unfair to you. When will you have rested, regained your strength, and breathed evenly, when will I be able to make a move.

The more Zhu Yousong was like this, the more Shi Lang couldn't bear it.

In this way, the two spent several minutes on the battlefield. When Shi Lang was about to get angry, Zhu Yousong slowly pulled the sword out of the sword case.

"Well, I originally wanted you to slow down for half a stick of incense, but since you can't wait, I insist on taking action immediately, don't regret losing, watch the sword!"

After Zhu Yousong finished speaking, he raised his body, and the whole person flew up from the horse, and slashed towards Shi Lang with a volley of sword.

Looking at this sword alone, it is extraordinary, no less than Tianhe pouring down. It can be seen that Zhu Yousong is obviously desperate and put all his strength on this sword.

But Shi Lang still didn't care, isn't it just a flying sword, I, Shi Lang, have also practiced this kind of sword technique, how powerful can it be at best?I immediately slashed the sword and sealed it with all my strength. I will definitely be able to seal this sword, and then I will win this match.

Thinking of this, Shi Lang clenched his teeth, sank into his dantian, clamped his legs on the horse, and stabilized his body on the horse. At this moment, the trained horse also stopped its four hooves, and cooperated with its master to exert strength.

Shi Lang poured his strength into his arms, and with one move, he slashed the sky with fire, and slashed his horse and broadsword to meet the sword.

A white sword light, like a silver sword, poured down from the sky, hitting the big knife right in the middle.

There was a loud click, and the generals of the Ming army knew it was over as soon as they heard the movement.Your Majesty must have lost this game, Shi Lang's sword sealed the sword.Doesn't this mean that someone caught the sword?

Not only the soldiers of the Ming army thought this way, but even Shi Lang thought so, because he felt that Zhu Yousong's sword was not very powerful, and it was not much different from Liu Guoxuan, Yao Qisheng, and Li Zicheng's blows. That's right, this one I have won it myself!

However, what happened next left all the soldiers present dumbfounded.

First of all, Shi Lang was dumbfounded, he felt that when the blade in his hand stopped, the blade would be separated, and Bai Lian, who flew from top to bottom, froze above Shi Lang's eyebrows like a silver snake.

Shi Lang could feel a cold wind coming, based on his many years of experience in sword practice, he knew that it was the wind coming from Zhu Yousong's sword, but how could it be possible!

If you look carefully, his horse-chopping knife has been broken in two sections, obviously cut off by Zhu Yousong's sword, and then the sword is still fierce. At the critical moment, Zhu Yousong stopped the sword, otherwise it would be a disaster. , has been split into two halves by this sword.

His broadsword, including the blade shaft, is made of pure metal. Zhu Yousong's sword was able to cut off his broadsword. Shi Lang looked at the sword above his head that could be chopped off at any time. Is this too inconceivable?
Not only did he find it inconceivable, but all the soldiers of the Ming army and Shi Lang's subordinates present, as well as Shi Daxuan and others who were watching the battle from Chengcheng not far away, were all astonished as if they were clay sculptures.

They have never seen such a fierce sword, it is almost invincible!
In the astonished eyes of everyone, Zhu Yousong took back the sword and returned it with a clang, "General Shi, you have already lost. Does our bet really count?"

Shi Lang recovered from the shock, threw the broken knife in his hand, rolled off the saddle, knelt down in front of Zhu Yousong's horse, bowed his head and bowed.

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(End of this chapter)