I really didn't want to be emperor

Ancient road, westerly wind, coffin.

On the border of the Western Wei Dynasty.

Lei Potian and his party appeared, and after a dozen days of rushing, they finally appeared on the boundary of the Western Wei Dynasty.

Calculating time, it has been a while since the news was sent back to the Western Wei Dynasty.

Emperor Wei sent people to set off from the city of raging fire, and at most two or three days, he should meet them.

The yellow sand flew up and rolled up the thousand layers.

Going away from the wind, drifting along the border.

On horseback.

Lei Potian's hanging heart fell, and he murmured: "It seems that the general's worry is unnecessary, and Xia Guoxiaoyao Wang is really unreasonably worried."

With the sound falling.

The letter appeared in his hand, and under the impact of internal energy, the letter shattered and turned into droplets and left in the wind.

Next.

An hour.

Lei Potian led everyone on the road. Compared to before, he was much more relaxed now.

Having entered the land of the Western Wei Dynasty, I believe that Nan Chu would not dare to attack them again.

at this time.

The front hooves of the war horse under the crotch vacated, making a long hiss.

Lei Potian frowned slightly, his face changed drastically, and his hips were psychic. If it would be like this, he must have sensed the danger.

Immediately after.

There was a murderous air in the air, coming with the wind, covering him.

This kind of breath is too familiar to the battle-tested Lei Potian.

"Everyone, be careful, there is an ambush!"

As the sound fell, a burst of wind suddenly came, and the next moment, densely flying arrows pierced from both sides.

Swish.

Swish.

Arrow rain is like a waterfall, pouring down in the air.

Afterwards, figures followed, at least thirty people.

They covered their faces with black scarves and held cold light long swords. The moment they fell, they couldn't help but say that entering the team was a slash.

Lei Potian steadied the mount under his hips, raised his palm and stretched it horizontally, and his figure jumped from the horse's back.

"kill!"

The sound is loud like a bell, ear-sounding.

An eucalyptus swept across, and the oncoming assassin backed away. At this moment, a figure stepped out of the air and appeared in front of Lei Potian.

"Your opponent is me!"

"Who are you guys, this is the land of the Western Wei Dynasty. It is really daunting to attack this general."

The assassin looked at Lei Potian, "You are too much nonsense."

laugh.

A sword flew out, and Pina was shocked, like a waning moon passing by.

Lei Potian's figure fell backwards, sword light slashed across his facade, and the next moment, the halberd in his palm hit the ground.

boom.

Lei Potian stepped forward with an extremely solemn expression. With the power of the assassin's sword, he knew that the opponent was definitely not good.

With such a fast sword, he could not be his opponent at all.

this moment.

He was deeply regretful.

If you knew it, you should remember Ye Jun's reminder.

Huh.

As the halberd swept past, the assassin easily dodged his attack, jumped up, and passed over his head.

Immediately after.

Between the starlight and flint, the assassin's long sword slashed across Lei Potian's body, and the sharp sound was very harsh.

The assassin's long sword is like a snake, and the figure looks like a ghost. It is completely close combat, and Lei Potian does not give Lei Botian any room for display.

Fighting on the battlefield, it is a big deal, unparalleled overbearing, to put it bluntly, the moves are simple, and the fight is a lot of strength and internal energy.

The assassins are good at assassinations, their moves are deadly, and their tricks are tricky, making it impossible to defend against thunder.

In a flash.

The assassin drew his sword and left, standing straight on the wilderness.

Lei Potian also stood with a halberd in his hand, and then, a burst of sound came, and the armor on his body was torn apart and flew out toward the surroundings.

this moment.

Blood overflowed from Lei Potian's body, and a series of sword marks appeared, the depth of which showed bones.

Although his name is unknown, such cruel methods are undoubtedly bleeding him.

The whole person completely loses combat effectiveness, and can't be killed by a sword.

Lei Potian looked forward with his head up, and found that the accompanying master, except for the girl who was still struggling, had fallen in a pool of blood.

My life is over.

This is Lei Potian's thoughts at the moment.

"The first warrior of the Western Wei Dynasty is really ordinary." The assassin said in a deep voice, tapping his feet on the ground lightly, and his figure rushed forward.

The blood mist is permeated, and the lifeless breath is around.

The lone war horse wailed, and under the afterglow, Lei Potian was already dead, clutching the halberd in his palm, trying to support his body not to fall.

Looking at the long sword that was getting closer and closer to him, he said solemnly: "Wait, everyone is going to die, can you let me know who you are?"

The assassin said coldly: "Want to know? Go to hell and ask!"

A long sword, half an inch into the sword.

at this time.

A wisp of shadow appeared, and the incoming long sword picked it up, and the powerful breath directly shook the assassin out.

The assassin looked down at the long sword in his palm and found that the weapon had been broken. He raised his head and looked at the incoming person.

Black clothes, white hair, a sword.

His face was cold, no expression could be seen, and the eyebrows were filled with gaze.

Domineering and evil.

The visitor is not someone else, but Wei Zhuang.

The assassin looked at Wei Zhuang, his face changed suddenly, "Your Excellency had better not interfere in this matter."

Wei Zhuang said quietly: "You are a good swordsman. In the battle between swords, there is no victory or defeat, only life and death."

"Come on, give you a chance to make a sword."

The assassin said grimly: "Why do you need to die for them, is it worth it?"

Wei Zhuang said: "My king won't let him die, even Yan Luo would never want to take his life."

The assassin squinted his eyes slightly, and shot with fierce killing intent. Wei Zhuang's performance on the martial arts field was clear.

Defeated his opponent and never saw him make two swords.

to be frank.

A swordsman like Xiang Weizhuang, he really wanted to compete.

But he did not forget his mission.

One thought ends here.

The assassin said solemnly: "Go together, you kill Lei Potian, I will block him!"

kill.

kill.

The killing shout shook the sky, and thirty assassins swarmed up and rushed towards Lei Potian.

Upon seeing this.

Wei Zhuang's figure flashed, Chi Youjian pierced through, a sword flicked, blood splashed, and the assassin who came forward was rushed, and all of them were sealed with a sword.

Upon seeing this, the assassin leader marched forward with his sword, and slew towards Lei Potian.

laugh.

The sword light flashed, and blood slid down from the assassin leader's forehead.

crazy.

This world is really crazy.

This is the final consciousness of the assassin leader.

Boasting that swordsmanship is superb, it is hard to meet an opponent, even if Wei Zhuang wants to kill him, at least after a hundred moves.

He still overestimates himself.

Kill with one sword.

Can people do this kind of thing?

The assassins looked at Wei Zhuang incredulously as if in a dream.

This is too strong.

Wei Zhuang looked at the remaining assassins, "Don't let me take action, you guys commit suicide!"

Hear the sound.

The assassins dispersed in a rush, trying to disperse and flee, so that Wei Zhuang would not be able to kill them all.

As everyone knows.

They are so naive.

How can we escape in front of Wei Zhuang?

A stick of incense time.

Wei Zhuang returned to Lei Potian, "There is still a living, you can ask him if you have any questions."

After Lei Potian inquired, looking at the trembling assassin on the ground, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he shot fierce killing intent.

The iron fist clenched and made a squeak.

Unexpectedly, Emperor Chu was so despicable, and he took this account down.

"Thank you for helping me!"

Wei Zhuang said: "No, my king won't let you die, you must live back to the Western Wei Dynasty."

The sound fell, a sword fell, and the assassin on the ground was killed in a daze.

The setting sun shone, and the afterglow shrouded.

Wei Zhuang left alone with a sword...