The Only Player in Daqin

Bai Yifei jumped up with cold eyes, and his qi hit the ice crystals, and it shattered immediately. Ji Wuye's offensive continued.

Every time he slashes horizontally and vertically, the formed qi can shatter ice crystals several feet away. If he is hit by such qi in the body, if he is not gifted and trained horizontally, I am afraid that no matter how strong the martial arts is. People will also be decapitated in an instant.

The corners of Bai Yifei's mouth twitched coldly, and he moved lightly on the cluster of ice crystals, and avoided the qi by listening to the voice and defending his position.

One burst of energy, and then three times of exhaustion. Ji Wuye was repeatedly unsuccessful, and the offensive gradually slowed down. There was only one gap between the attacks. Bai Yifei narrowed his eyes. The ice crystal debris on the ground danced like a storm, filling the field of vision.

Bai Yifei jumped up with the sheath in his hands, the blood-red sword pointed directly at Ji Wuye, and the coldness was astonishing.

Ji Wuye clenched the sword and turned to block, sparks rubbed out from the blade and the body of the sword, and Bai Yifei swept past him in a blink of an eye.

Before he had time to breathe, the chill in his waist came again, and Bai Yifei fluttered slightly on the ice crystals, flying straight past.

Ji Wuye was startled, and the eight-footed sword quickly blocked, but was slowed down by a line, a bloodstain was drawn on his hand, and the dark red blood overflowed.

Then, the chest, abdomen, back, face, hands and feet... were all scratched by the long sword to varying degrees. Ji Wuye kept waving the sword in anger to resist, but if he missed the first move, he was controlled by others everywhere, and even already Some can't see the direction of whiteness and movement.

Ji Wuye suddenly shouted angrily, his strength surged, and the soft armor on his body exploded with a ".

Bai Yifei frowned slightly, his figure paused, the vertical sword blocked the fragments, and a large number of fragments hit the ice crystals with a crisp sound, shattering them.

Once the opportunity was recovered, Ji Wuye was panting like a wounded beast, but he still looked at Bai Yifei with a gloomy expression. He clenched his eight-footed sword, and forced a breath of dantian energy. With a push of his inner strength, the tip of the blade suddenly burst out a little brighter than a star. The bright light, the blade is as fast as lightning, and it is not the same as cutting to the white.

Bai Yifei's infuriating qi surged in his hands, sweeping over the blood-colored long sword, his momentum hovered like a cone, and the surrounding was immediately cold, and the ice crystals flew like knives.

In the blink of an eye, he pointed at Ji Wuye and flew out.

The eight-foot battle sword (Qian Zhaohao) intersected with the tip of the blood-colored sword, and the astral and cold qi suddenly shook, sparking out sparks.

Ji Wuye clenched his teeth to support it, but the sword still couldn't stop and gradually retracted, only to feel the tide rushing towards his face, as if a thousand millstones were pressed on his chest, and gradually it became difficult to breathe, and he could no longer catch his breath.

It wasn't until this moment that Ji Wuye realized that the so-called glory and wealth were so vain, and that a person can breathe air without hindrance is the happiest thing in the world.

Bai Yifei stared blankly at each other, his inner strength was like a glacier, Ji Wuye finally endured it to the limit, and flew out at the sound, hit the ice crystal, and spit out a mouthful of blood, which fell from the corner of his mouth. .

Chapter [-]: The Night Breaks [First More]

On the hill behind the General's Mansion, green bamboos are clung to each other, and the curtains are fluttering with clouds and brocade, and the interior is shimmering.

Han Ling lightly flicked the wine bottle to the seat, and looked at the general's mansion at the foot of the mountain through the branches and leaves of the bamboo forest. The lights in the mansion far away were already dim, and the towering gate tower to the several palaces and pavilions were filled with soldiers like ants, and from time to time surging noises could be heard. The sound of killing is shouted, and the swords are connected, and the sound of killing is clanging like a song.

At this time is Yin Shi, when day and night alternate. It is said that tigers are the most fierce at this time, so the name "Yin" is the last dark moment before dawn.After the extreme yin, you can recover with a yang.

At this time, there was a sudden roar in the general's mansion, and I saw a snow waterfall rushing high among several high-rise palaces and pavilions, and the ice debris lingered like a roll, straight up to the sky.

Everyone's expressions moved slightly, watching the ice chips recede, and the sky just showed a ray of dawn.

A smile gradually appeared on Han Ling's face, and he said, "It seems that the night that covers this world has been torn apart."

Saying that, he put down the wine bottle and slowly got up, walked to the forest, looked at the rising sun in the sky with his hands behind his back, and said with a smile, "From now on, the sky in Korea will no longer be covered by clouds."

Zi Nu looked at him, and a shallow smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, Feng Mu with tenderness in her eyes, slowly got up and approached her side, chuckled softly, looked down at the mountain and said softly, "Ji Wuye's biggest failure may have been the never-ending failure. Didn't know the details of the opponent's

It is an iron law in the art of war not to rashly fight against a strong enemy who does not know the details. Ji Wuye naturally wants to know the details of everyone, but it is a pity that what he and Bai Yifei showed him were only what they were willing to show him.

Han Ling touched his chin and said leisurely, "I think Ji Wuye's biggest failure may be that his name is not very good. Innate and destiny are in conflict. Since it is Wuye, how can Yongye be?"

Seeing what he said was interesting, Zi Nu couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing, saying, "You can't be more serious for a while."

Han Ling blinked and said, "It also depends on who you are with. Being serious can only make you boring. Occasionally serious, didn't Madam just look very fascinated?"

Zi Nu Jiao said, "Bah, the ghost sees you fascinated!"

Han Ling smiled, lightly wrapped his arms around the waist of the purple girl, and leaned in to joke, "That must be a charming and charming female ghost."

The purple girl glanced at him angrily, and the tired and lazy boy didn't even look to see if anyone was there.

Han Fei, the cheap ninth brother at the rear, looked at it blankly, silently picked up the wine glass and swallowed.

Zhang Liang's expression was subtle, and he approached Han Fei in a blink of an eye and whispered, "Brother Han, let's go quickly."

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In the General's Mansion, the snowy waterfalls surged high in the Yanwu Hall, and the battle formation stopped for a while, and the soldiers looked sideways.

Wei Zhuang drew his sword and swung the heavy object to the ground. In a blink of an eye, he retracted his sword and frowned slightly. Between the clusters of ice crystals, the flying ice debris gradually dissipated.

Ji Wuye fell to the ground, holding an eight-foot sword in one hand to keep his body from falling, and in a blink of an eye, a blood-colored long sword was in front of him.

Bai Yifei raised his mouth slightly, and said lightly, "General, your life will be a gift for the new king to ascend the throne, and also a stepping stone for me to step on the throne of the general."

Ji Wuye snorted, blood burst from the corners of his eyes, and said hoarsely, "The king is defeated, there is not much to say."

The corner of Bai Yifei's mouth twitched coldly, the sword edge swept across Ji Wuye's throat, but was suddenly blocked by a strange sword with teeth, and his eyes narrowed.

I don't know when, Wei Zhuang has appeared on one side, holding the shark tooth upside down in one hand, staring at the empty space, glanced sideways at Bai Yifei, and said lightly, "Since it is a congratulatory gift for the new king's enthronement, it is natural to take the throne when he ascends the throne. deliver"

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Bai Yifei squinted at Wei Zhuang, and after a long while, with a faint cold snort, the blood-colored long sword pulled a sword flower and turned around, walked out of the hall, looked at the elite soldiers of the general's mansion and a few surviving night killers, and said coldly, "The descendant, no kill"

After a short while, I don't know whose hand Ge is the first to land, and the elite soldiers of the general's residence put down their weapons one after another, waiting to be captured, Bai Yifei signaled slightly, and hundreds of white armored guards led people to escort all these soldiers.

Bai Yifei glanced at Wei Zhuang who was behind him from the corner of his eyes, hummed twice, took the reins from Bai Jiawei's hand, flipped on his horse, and left outside the mansion.

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Wei Zhuang's mouth twitched coldly, neither ordering the forbidden army to scramble to escort the soldiers of the General's Mansion, nor preventing Bai Yifei from taking people away, because these elite soldiers in the mansion were originally reserved for Bai Yifei in the plan.

Glancing at Ji Wuye, who was holding the sword against it, the hilt of the sword turned and slammed neatly on his armpit, knee joint, etc. Ji Wuye groaned, and suddenly fell to the ground, scolding, "Why don't you kill it now? Drop me?!"