War is hell.

Seeing the Nine Princess of Hell cry from the beginning to the end, Xia Ji finally couldn't stand her tears. He got up and walked out of the tower, carried a jar of strong wine to the edge of hell.

Over the imperial city, iron-gray clouds were accumulated, like ink and water mountains hanging heavily, but were bound in mid-air by the great power of heaven and earth.

This time, the imperial city was defended again, but it was impossible to count how many people died. Both city gates had deep dents and puncture holes. The door could only be closed tightly. There were many heavy objects that could be used to block the door at any time to prevent sudden attacks by aliens.

Xia Ji opened the wine jar to seal the mud, grabbed the cold edge of the jar with his fingers, and the sweet wine swayed to his lips.

Head up.

Drink hard.

Wine enters the liver.

Like a quiet fire burning.

...

Deng Jue's face was full of frost and walked towards the tower. He no longer had the aura he had as many days ago. He was extremely old and exhausted at this time, and his body was stained with blood. His own, but more of his colleagues' enemies.

Suddenly there was another movement under the city. Deng Jue turned his head and saw another general of Guifang riding a giant wolf from afar. He stood at the city. He waved his long sword and shouted with a laugh: "Are you all the Shang Dynasty useless? You can't defend and fight alone, and you can't win. Who else dares to fight me? Hahaha!!"

Deng Jue recognized the person who came, and this was the fierce general of Gui Fang who cut off a total of 19 heads from his generals and knights.

It is also a taboo to challenge the enemy generals but not to fight, because they will reduce the morale of the army, but Deng Jue can no longer control so much. Do you still have morale now?

Everyone is still here, not because they are morale-supported, but because they continue to endure with instinct.

He walked around the corner and saw the black armored prince drinking. He couldn't help but feel emotion in his heart. He heard that the prince sat in the deep palace for two years in house arrest and recited scriptures for two years. He was indeed calm, and in addition to this, he was a little bold.

When Deng Jue was thinking about it, he had already walked to Xia Ji's side, stood with him on the railing, looked at the city, and suddenly said softly: "The Seventh Prince fulfilled his promise and never left until now. I admire him, but the city can no longer be defended. Your Prince should... go."

Xia Ji didn't answer, but just kept drinking with the wine jar. He threw away the wine jar at the end, smashed it to pieces, and then said, "Okay."

The next moment, he jumped down from the city wall in Deng Jue's disbelief, raised his right hand, and the black halberd leaning against the wall flew into his hands, falling into his hands. In the sky, the prince's black hair danced wildly, with a calm expression in his eyes.

Bang!

He landed heavily under the city and twisted his neck.

The ground was cracked like a meteor slamming the ground.

On the city, Deng Jue's brain buzzed and turned blank. What does "good" mean??

At the city, Chi Kui was also shocked by the appearance posture and momentum, and couldn't help asking: "You...who are you?"

Xia Ji replied to "Xia Ji", then stepped on the ground, a ray of light like a sun flashed across his toes, and his body pulled out a shadow and headed straight for the target.

Chi Kui killed nineteen people in a row, but no one dared to fight. He was full of confidence and was shocked if he would not meet at this time. Although he was still confused, "Who is Xia Ji? Why didn't he report his identity?", he responded quickly when he saw the other party rushing.

A fierce light flashed in Chikui's eyes, and the thick legs covering the armor clamped the giant wolf, holding the ghost head and long sword tightly, then galloped over.

Dada dada...

Two extremely fast figures hedge against each other, like two lightnings clashing and colliding in the center.

Xia Ji didn't use any skills. The black halberd flashed through the Nine Yang Flower, and the hot halberd blade hit the ground. Chi Kui roared angrily, and the bloody aura floated from the long sword of the ghost head, breaking through the air to welcome it!

The halberd falls.

Knife shattered.

Once it falls to the end.

Passing through the space where Chikui is.

Xia Ji walked through the fierce general of Guifang and continued to walk forward. His arms were relaxed and his long spear was unfolded. As he walked, he asked in a deep voice: "Who else?"

Behind him, a blood line appeared on the body of the invincible general Gui Fang in front of him, and a blood line appeared on the giant wolf's waist and back. After two seconds, a thicker and thicker blood line exploded, and then it was completely divided into two pieces.

Chikui, giant wolf, and long ghost heads and swords all fell in the snow, and the half-faced face was still shocked.

On the top of the imperial city wall and in the tower, many eyes were gathered on the black-armored prince. Many people didn't even see clearly, and the battle was over.

Deng Jue was still standing on the railing, his tired old eyes staring at the city, his expression was shocked and complicated, and his hands were already clasping the cracks in the bricks at the marquee.

Xia Ji has gone far away.

The ghost side lined up six or seven miles away, and millions of refugees were imprisoned.

Countless eyes were staring at the figure of the black-armored prince, and there was a silence. Soon Gui Fang roared and roared at the black-armored prince.

Xia Ji walked to the middle of the two armies, raised a black halberd, and asked lightly: "Who else?"

A tall and strong man soon came out of the Ghost Party camp. He rode a giant wolf and coldly glanced at the black-armored general who had no mount on the opposite side, and hummed and laughed.

He held a giant axe and suddenly accelerated his sprint. The momentum in his body continued to rise with the impact of the giant wolf. When he arrived in front of the black-armored prince, he shouted, and the momentum had reached its peak. The giant axe tore apart the wind and snow and slashed it.

"good!"

Xia Ji's right hand black halberd suddenly landed on the ground without even using a thousand styles. He rushed forward and slapped his right hand forward. During the shooting process, eighteen layers of hell scenes appeared on his hand, and the magic of hundreds of ghosts walking at night became a giant hand.

The giant hand penetrated the air, passed through the giant axe, and grabbed the strong man in the ghost square with one hand.

The burly and fierce man was startled, but he could no longer react. He was flew up into the air by the giant hand, and then he was smashed to the ground along with the giant wolf under his crotch.

Bang!!!

Just like two mosquitoes with blood-filled stomachs were shot out, and the blood was shot wildly in all directions, while the giant wolf and the strong man were both deflated.

The blood flowed to Xia Ji's black armor, and then turned into a subtle blood snake lingering on the black halberd, like water entering a sponge, and was quickly absorbed.

"It's a pity that it's too weak."

The world is quiet, and the wind and snow are rustling.

Xia Ji didn't catch the halberd, spread his hands and continued to walk forward in the wind and snow, and asked word by word: "Well, who?!"

As soon as the voice fell, another general Gui Fang, who was more than two meters tall, came out of the battle. He frowned and stared at Xia Ji seriously for a while, obviously thinking about the flaws. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and didn't know what he thought of, and he rode his horse with a knife and rushed out.

When he was about to approach, the tall general suddenly rode his horse and slashed with a big knife in his hand, slashing down with an irresistible power.

Xia Ji looked at the shocking blade and his expression remained unchanged. He turned his head and pressed his right fingers casually. The scorching sun flashed by his fingertips, and the golden light exploded, and the lightning flashed against the slashed sword.

The knife moving at high speed was swung open!

Xia Ji took the opportunity to grab the strong man's head, twisted his power directly, and threw it to the ground casually.

He was very fast, and the strong horse behind him was running with a headless corpse. He then ran a hundred meters before the corpse landed on the ground.

Xia Ji looked at the Gui Fang army in the distance and roared and asked, "Who else?!"

After a few breaths, another burly ghost square warrior roared out of the crowd. Wherever he passed, ghost square soldiers gave up a path. It was obvious that this person had a good status in ghost square.

He didn't even mention the weapon, and ran over like an angry brown bear, his momentum gradually grew, his muscles became tighter and tighter like a tree root, and his whole body was tense like a strong bow. When he got closer, he raised his hand and punched him.

A punch tore the wind and snow, and blasted forward with the sound of wind and thunder and firecrackers.

Xia Ji remained motionless, raised his right hand and relaxed his palm. Five scorching suns floated above his five fingers, and four were still shining brightly.

With a palm tied up, his five fingers held Jiuyang hard in his hand, and then he did not avoid the powerful attack and punched him head-on.

Fist to fist.

Bang!!

Release the power!

The body of the ghost Fang warrior was rushed into by the Nine Yang Qi, just like a thin and soft leather tube being connected to a powerful water pump.

In an instant, the warrior's body expanded several times, and the skin could not support it. It exploded after a breath or two in pain. The flesh and blood flew across Xia Ji's face, but was burned by the high temperature of the Nine Yang true energy, fell into the magic armor and was quickly absorbed.

Snow falls.

Blood rises.

Xia Ji stood two times in front of him, grabbed a piece of burning meat on his shoulder armor with his right hand and threw it away casually, then waved to the distance.

The warriors of the ghost side slapped the wolf one by one, and were killed by Xia Ji in a rough manner.

This way of killing makes people feel like they have returned to the bloodiest and most barbaric ancient times.

The shadows on the walls of the imperial city were stunned. Every time the prince killed one, their morale seemed to be a little higher.

Soon.

The snow in front of Xia Ji was dyed red, just like a butcher who had just finished chopping meat, scattering the meat bones all over the floor, and many places even piled up into small hills.

Chi Kui killed nineteen people, but at this time Xia Ji had already killed more than this number.

There are birds in the north, living in high mountains, with gorgeous feathers, not flying for three years, not singing for three years, waiting for the storm.

When the wind and clouds arrive, the bird will not fly, it will soar into the sky, and if it does not sing, it will be soaring.

The imperial city, Guifang, looked at the prince who was standing in the middle of the stage, and recited Buddha for nearly three years but seemed like crazy.

For a moment, the world was silent.

No one rushed out of the ghost camp, and the battlefield like a meat grinder appeared as silence as death.

Xia Ji casually threw away a head, and asked with a calm expression, "Who else?"

But no one responded to him, and no enemy generals came out.
Chapter completed!