Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 659 Death
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he panicked. The horse gave a long howl and raised its front hooves. He couldn't hold back and was almost knocked off the horse.Fortunately, the fourth prince was proficient in riding and shooting in his early years, and it was by no means a vain reputation. His body was tilted in mid-air, and he reined in his horse vigorously.

The horse stopped and foamed heavily.

He also stopped.

The sky was rustling, it was the sound of birds, it was the sound of pigeons, flying over, so shrill; he couldn't help spreading his hands, and his hands felt hot.

The pigeon flapped its wings and fell down, landing in his palm.

A drop of blood splashed like a flower in the palm of the hand, scorching hot, scorching hot, with the breath of death.

Death, those stories about death!

Fear of falling flat!

Life has never been like this!

I have always been the only one who pushes people to a dead end. How many times have I faced such a dead end?Unconsciously, he raised Fang Tian's painted halberd, raised it high, and suddenly remembered Yue Pengju who fought in Lin'an!
The same is true for Yue Pengju, under the siege and pursuit of tens of thousands of people, he brandished his spear fiercely, heart-piercing, fearful and desperate, a battlefield of only one person-kill kill kill!

He didn't know why he had to think of Yue Pengju at this moment!

That is the entanglement of fate!
In the decisive battle on the top of the Forbidden City, it should never be me and King Qin!It shouldn't even be Zhao Deji, but Yue Pengju.

But, how can you fight with the dead?how can

There is no way forward, people are in a desperate situation, and there is only one last fight.

There was a cloud of dust on the opposite side, almost blinding people's eyes, but he was open, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.Opposite, a big yellow horse, on the horseback, a man with a long gun.

Spears, horses, are all ordinary and unremarkable.

As if, what he relied on was not a sharp weapon!He is enough not to rely on sharp weapons!

Iron handle, iron sharp blade, gleaming gun muzzle, black tassels hanging down, his whole body is also black, black boots, black strong suit, with a black death breath.

He was wearing a black mask, and the only pair of eyes that were exposed outside were also black; his hands, with protruding knuckles and intertwined roots, were also jet-black, very terrifying!
Even his whole person exudes an indescribable breath of death.And it happens to be a living person!
Just like an emissary from hell!
Whether it is Da Jin or Da Song, there are many soldiers with long spears; whether it is Da Jin or Da Song, there are many people wearing masks and decorations; even Song Taizu has bird patterns on his body, which is nothing unusual. ——

Lu Tixia and others are also black and fat monks, so there is nothing unusual about it!

Jin Wushu himself has gone through all these years of wars, turmoil, and suffering from diseases, and he has also become black and brutal!There is nothing surprising about it.

The strange thing is the cold breath emanating from this person.Just like a life-threatening ghost!

Jin Wushu suddenly understood that the aura of a tiger and leopard he felt when he was facing off against Lu Tisha did not come from Lu Tisha, but from behind—from him!At that time, this person must have been hiding by the side!
Obviously, this is his aura!

Obviously, it was also his aura at the time!
This is his first appearance.

He is the real master behind all Luti's plans and masterpieces.

He didn't even say a word at all!Never showed his face.Until now—it is impossible to know who he is!
Jin Wushu's heartbeat speeded up, as if a huge opponent he had never imagined in his life - just a murderous aura of a spear, had already blocked his beloved horse! .

Even the horse felt his murderous intent - because the man shot like the wind and shot an arrow, and only then did he see his beloved horse - blood gurgling from his left eye.

No wonder he was inexplicably mad.

Shoot people first, shoot horses, and capture thieves first.

Jin Wushu held Fang Tian's painted halberd and looked at the person opposite.It was a body as firm as a stone statue, not like Lu Tisha, who wore a Buddha statue on his face. Although he was killing, he had a compassionate heart, and he rarely killed bloody people.

He is like a god of war!Is a devil.

When encountering gods kill gods, Buddhas block and kill Buddhas.

How should one deal with such a person?

In fact, only a short time passed, even just a meeting, but it feels like most of my life has passed.At this time, Jin Wushu made a very strange move, he had no time to think, he raised Fang Tian's painted halberd as if he was rushing.

That being the case, let's have a good time and act first!Never give that person a chance to breathe.

This blow exhausted all the strength in his body.He has fought on the battlefield since he was a boy, and since he was 14 years old, he has been able to defeat tigers and slaughter bears, is good at shooting with ape arms, and has both civil and military skills.This charge, even ten ordinary enemies, will fall down!

However, the opponents are not ten ordinary enemies!

He is only one person!

Strange to say, Jin Wushu's move is completely a nirvana full of resentment!He himself didn't know why he hated the stranger opposite him so much!

Why do you hate this aura on him so much!It was an intolerable, domineering arrogance that could not be ignored, like a born god of war.

He rushed over, rushed over with all his strength!Even completely ignoring the empty door he exposed, he knew that there were two guards behind him, and they protected him in a strange way—that kind of stance, that kind of shot, had been rehearsed for a long time, he had no doubts Their loyalty and judgment, when necessary, they will desperately protect!
Now, the time has come when it is necessary.

Therefore, he has no worries at all - because the men in black are still half a foot away from him, he has carefully judged that with the joint efforts of the three of them, he must kill the man in black in one fell swoop.He has calculated carefully, using himself as a bait, if he fails, he will be benevolent.I have only one chance.

Fang Tian painted the halberd with the wind of winter and the air of death; it pierced the softness of the man in black.Of course he didn't want to hit him, but no matter how the man in black dodged, left or right, he would open his door, get off his horse, and even expose his chest or back—the two behind him were enough to kill him with one move!
Fang Tian painted the halberd, but it happened to be staggered inconceivably.

The opponent received the move, but the man in black was not receiving the move. He made a move in a very strange way - he raised his spear horizontally, but aimed at the guards behind Jin Wuhou. Jin Wushu brushed past him unscathed, as if he just ran to meet him—to make room for him to kill the two guards.

Behind Jin Wushu, two guards fell to the ground.Pick two people with one shot!

There were bloodstains all over the tip of the gun, the light was dim, and it was invisible at first, but Jin Wushu saw it—it was like seeing the god of death, holding two bloody hearts, proudly displayed on the end of the moon.

This was one of the dead fighters he had carefully selected, and his martial arts were even higher than that of Wu Qimai. However, the man in black killed two people in a row with one move.Wu Qimai was a little further away, and was about to stand up to cooperate, but because it was too late, he was a step late, and because of this, he was lucky enough to escape the catastrophe, the tip of the spear brushed against his chest, and he had already He was so frightened that his body went limp and he fell down. Beside him lay an arm that was torn off from his left shoulder neatly and neatly, like a butcher untying an ox. When he fell to the ground, he didn't feel any pain, and he didn't even know it was his arm.When he found out, he couldn't even make any sound from his mouth, so he passed out.

That person even used the knife, but he didn't know when he made the move.So fast, so sharp, so powerful!Everyone's life is unheard of.

Which one of these sturdy Jurchens has not used to bind tigers and fight bears with bare hands?
At this time, why did I become a timid tiger or bear instead?

There was another scream, in a series, the tip of the gun was like a thunderbolt, piercing the emptiness of the night—no, it was not the night, it was the haze of dusk, but it was like night.

This dusk in late autumn and early winter was as black as ink.

Jin Wushu was stunned, passing by the man in black!

The tip of the gun was full of blood, bit by bit.However, the man in black was behind him, staggering.

He was completely unscathed, but he didn't even lean on the shadow of the man in black.

Like a ghost, standing behind him.

The four guards who were lucky enough to catch up died.Only Wu Qimai woke up from the pain again, collapsed on the grass, trembling all over.The man in black didn't kill him!
For those who had already fallen on the ground, he didn't continue to do it!

However, those who are alive, those who rush to kill, and those who are arrogant, are relentless and kill with one blow!He seems to be a mechanical, indifferent person, without any barriers - without any human weakness!

He is a tiger!

The guards are dead, and so is the love horse—like a mouse standing in front of a cat, watching the cat waving its paws and teasing it to its heart's content.

In decades of war, nothing so terrible has ever been encountered.

He clearly held a weapon, but he was like a lamb with bare hands.The confidantes and entourages all died one by one, leaving only myself——only the fourth prince who was once prominent, and a horse with bloody eyes, like a lamb about to be slaughtered!
He held Fang Tian's hand that painted the halberd, trembling heavily, not even daring to look back!
Don't even dare!

Smoke billowing!

It rises up one after another.

He watched helplessly as a group of people and horses passed by the side road, each person dragging a tree branch, and the horse was tied with a tree branch, roaring like this, all the way south, creating a lot of momentum.

There are no more than a thousand people, but it gives people the feeling of thousands of troops.

He suddenly remembered his previous sand table deduction: Jin Jun took advantage of Zhao Deji and King Qin's rest and took the opportunity to detour into the customs; , and moving forward quietly.

During the rest period between the two sides, he was the one who took the lead!
Taking advantage of everyone's unpreparedness, he penetrated into the heart of the entire Song Kingdom.How many troops does he have?What will be the big move?

Who is this person?

By detouring and marching at night, he completely avoided the eyes and ears of the Song army, and coupled with the backwardness of the investigation at that time, it is no wonder that his marching method was silent all the way.

Who on earth can make such a big commotion?

He turned around and looked again; he could only see those eyes, in the dark night, reminding him of wolves on the prairie, desperate wild wolves—these were not the eyes of Song people!He had never seen such a fierce look in the eyes of Song Guoren, not even King Qin!
He even denied it in his heart—no, not that person!

It is definitely not the person I am afraid of!
Because there is no similarity at all!

However, such a deep hatred, if it is a stranger, why should it go deep into the bone marrow?

Pushing the horse with both legs, subconsciously, run away!

The horse was in pain, and flew away desperately.

(End of this chapter)