At this time, the camp had just come out of Lu Fengming's tent and was about to visit the general in the south of Jun.
As soon as he took a few steps, a chill suddenly rose in his heart. Before he could activate the secret method of blood sacrifice, the overwhelming evil aura pierced into his mind like a sharp needle. A man in a green robe appeared in front of him with a grin, and a short sword flashing with cold light was tightly clasped in his hand, mixed with the breath of death, and instantly pierced into Ji Yun's left chest.
"Are you going to die?" Ji Yun looked at the hideous blood hole in his chest, and the spiritual energy was frantically repairing the trauma of his heart, but he couldn't help but feel the strong feeling in his mind.
Some pictures flashed in front of you, the stern Ji Wuming, the kind Ni Qianqiu, the black-bellied Fuqingsheng, the well-behaved and obedient Ning Xiaotong, the clever smile Ruan Xinrou, the domineering and heroic fallen fanque...
"I'm sorry, I disappointed you..." The picture in front of Ji Yun's eyes freezes Ni Qianqiu's angry palm slapped the green-robed man's heavenly spirit cover. There was no blood splattering everywhere, no brain bursting, only boundless darkness and bone-broken coldness. Life gradually disappeared, blood stopped flowing, and uncontrollable energy began to overflow.
With a "boom", Ji Yun's stiff body and the headless body of the green man fell to the ground at the same time. Ni Qianqiu flashed in front of Ji Yun, with green light lingering on his palms, covering the hideous blood hole, and the energy in his body surged out regardless of cost.
After a while, the blood cave no longer existed and recovered to the same extent as other skins. Ni Qianqiu sighed and picked up Ji Yun's body that had lost his vitality and flew towards the sky. Only blood sprayed on the ground, a headless corpse and the stunned soldiers around him witnessed what had just happened...
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The imperial capital, Fengyunju…
Ruan Xinrou was looking at Ning Xiaotong embroidering a pair of mandarin ducks and enviously said: "Sister, your hands are so clever, but unfortunately I just used a sword."
"Sister, as long as you study hard, it's OK," Ning Xiaotong said with a smile. Suddenly a stinging pain came from her heart, as if a dagger was stabbed into her heart. She immediately sweated coldly and the needle and thread in her hand fell to the ground.
"Sister, do you feel it too?" Ruan Xinrou said with palpitations.
"Yeah." Ning Xiaotong gritted her teeth, both of them saw the worry in each other's eyes...
In the imperial palace and the imperial garden, Luo Jiao Hongzheng sat on a stone bench with a slutty face, with a red jade plaque flying up and down in his hand, which clearly stated "Yaori Peak-Ji Yun."
This jade tag was made for Ji Yun by him after taking the time to make it for Ji Yun, and it was also an identity tag of the Yaori lineage of the Burning Flame Sect of the Haotian Continent. He used a lot of effort to trick a drop of blood from Ji Yun and got it in. Now this jade tag belongs to Ji Yun alone.
"I don't know what the old guys of the Fen Yan Sect looked like when they saw Xiaoyun in two years." Luo Jiao Hong thought with pride in his heart, and the jade token in his hand was thrown up again. Just as he was about to catch it, a crack suddenly appeared in the jade token, and then it spread rapidly, and the jade token exploded in the air.
Luo Jiao Hong looked at the jade plaque bursting in amazement, and the broken jade fell all over the ground. He came back to his senses and roared wildly: "Who! Who is it! Ah! I want to kill you!" The endless murderous intent instantly covered the entire palace, and the unique pressure of the Qi Sect oppressed everyone's minds.
"What the hell?" Situ Jingyue muttered, and her figure flashed and appeared in the imperial garden. Looking at Luo Jiao Hong, who looked crazy, kicked a certain emperor's tun unit. After a certain emperor fell a big horse, he quickly got up and grabbed Situ Jingyue's hand and shouted: "Xiaoyun was harmed..."
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Ji Wuming led a group of people toward Ji Yun's camp with a panic expression. When he saw that all the soldiers in the camp gathered in grief and anger, everyone couldn't help but stop.
"The Marshal is here!" Someone exclaimed, and all the soldiers turned to look at Ji Wuming who was stopping and spontaneously made way out of the way to the camp.
"Marson, the second young master should be protected by Senior Ni, so there should be no problem." Zhang Kaiqiang said to himself, but everyone understood that the situation in front of him should have a very small possibility. They dared not use their spiritual sense to find out what was going on in the tent, for fear that the slightest possibility would be shattered.
"Yes, with Senior Ni here, Xiaoyun will be fine." Ji Wuming breathed out, letting himself believe what he said, and walked towards the tent with a heavy step.
Every time I took a step, my steps became heavier. The tent near me seemed to be thousands of miles away, out of reach. The white curtain was like a black hole, devouring people's minds, and a breath called despair spreads in the air...
Ji Wuming opened the curtain with his hand trembling. Ji Yun, who was wearing military uniform but had no life, suddenly felt a suffocating feeling poured into his body, his breathing became heavy, and his hands holding the curtain became blue, and all the restless energy was poured into the curtain tightly in his hand, and the entire curtain suddenly turned into a pile of ashes.
The person behind him also saw Ji Yun lying on the table. His eyes suddenly turned red, violent energy almost penetrated his body, and Xiao Sha's aura spread.
Suddenly, Ji Wuming became extremely calm, but his face turned pale. He walked to Ji Yun and saw the round hole in his chest.
"That sword broke his heart, and I couldn't help but turn the world back." Ni Qianqiu sighed, his voice becoming extremely old: "I've always been one step slower..."
Everyone in the tent had a look of pain on their faces. Zhang Kai turned around angrily, but was pulled by ebony and shouted coldly: "What do you want to do?"
"Let me go! I'm going to kill that mistress Cha Kelin! It's him! It's him who instructed someone to hurt the eldest son and killed the second son. The second son is only nineteen years old!" Zhang Kai said angrily, and finally cried.
"I know, just follow the command of the marshal." Ebony said coldly, but could not hide the anger in her eyes.
Almost everyone here is very close to Ji Yun, and all of them turn their hopes to Ji Wuming. As long as Ji Wuming gives the order, these people will rush into the Taro camp without hesitation, and even if they all die, they will dismember Chakelin Wuma.
There was no strange appearance on Ji Wuming's face, and he said calmly: "You guys go out first, I want to be alone and calm."
Everyone's eyes flashed with disappointment, and they did not think that Ji Wuming and Wuming lost their father in a young age, lost their wife in a young age, and lost their son in a middle age. If it were sad, no one would be more sad and painful than him. He just wanted to quietly accompany his son.
Then everyone retreated, leaving Ji Wuming alone in the entire tent.
Ji Wuming trembled and stretched out his slightly rough hand, gently stroked Ji Yun's bloodless cheek. Suddenly, his persistence for many years instantly collapsed, and he burst into tears...
"Senior Ni, why didn't you kill that beast Cha Kelin directly?" In the air, Zhang Kai held a headless corpse in his hand and said viciously.
The other five people also nodded in agreement. These five people were all the Breakthrough Qi Sect among the Thirteen Cavalry of Feng Ni, and two of them also held two corpses in their hands. They were the Hidden Sword and Shadow sent by Cha Kelin. Hidden Sword was even more unwilling to be despaired when they died.
"Let him leave his life to Wuming. Let's get some interest first..." Ni Qianqiu said coldly. The death of the most beloved junior stimulated his mind. He had always been calm and showed his fangs belonging to the monster.
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In the Taro camp and the central tent, Cha Kelin was deploying the aftermath of the war. According to his thoughts, with the Yin Lao taking action, Ji Wuming would undoubtedly die. What are the fears of the Yaori soldiers who lost the commander? The Taro army will surely be unstoppable and will capture the entire Yaori.
Suddenly, the pressure of the six air sects suddenly came, and at the same time, the six people shouted in unison: "Cha Kelin! Get out!"
Cha Kelin's face froze, and a playful look appeared on his face, and he thought to himself: "Is revenge coming so soon?"
"Go out and have a look!" Cha Kelin stood up and said, and a group of generals also followed Cha Kelin out.
As soon as the tent was released, three black shadows fell from the sky and fell at Cha Kelin's feet, smashing dust all over the ground. Cha Kelin looked closely and his eyelids twitched. The ones that had just been smashed from the sky were actually three corpses. Two of them were extremely familiar with them, namely Hidden Sword and Shadow, and the other headless corpse. It is not difficult to see from the clothes that it was the poisonous blade sent out with the two.
The air suddenly became cold, and all the soldiers looked at the seven people in the sky like gods in shock, not even daring to show up.
Cha Kelin's face was covered in coldness. Looking at the three corpses on the ground, he wondered whether the operation had failed?
More than ten people behind him rose up, looked at Ni Qianqiu and the seven others coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Are you here to provoke?"
"We are here to provoke, what can you do?" Zhang Kai raised his eyebrows and said unwillingly.
"I don't know what's wrong! Brothers, don't let them walk out of the camp alone!" One of them roared, and the others rushed up with weapons.
Cha Kelin, who had just come back to his senses, was shocked and sweated in a cold sweat when he saw this scene, shouting to the sky: "Stop!"
Unfortunately, everyone had already taken action and had no chance of recovery. Zhuxi rushed towards Ni Qianqiu. A short sword that was long appeared in his hand, turned into a cold light and rushed straight towards Ni Qianqiu's neck.
Zhang Kai and the other six looked at the more than ten people rushing over with mocking faces, without any intention of taking action. They even stood in the air with their arms wrapped around their chests, sending a message to discuss whether Zhuxi would die.
More than ten people also noticed something unusual, but still did not retreat. Zhuxi's short sword was only an inch away from Ni Qianqiu's neck.
Suddenly, Ni Qianqiu glanced at Zhuxi, and Zhuxi suddenly spurted blood and flew backwards as if it was hit hard. Everyone on the Tarot was shocked. Before he could do anything, Ni Qianqiu's eyes swept over. Just now, they were still fierce and left here more than Zhang Kai and others. At this time, all the blood was squirting backwards, and they all smashed into the ground like dumplings.
Zhang Kai and others were stunned and watched these people fly back faster than rushing over, thinking in their hearts: Is this the legendary killing of people with eyes?
Ni Qianqiu walked step by step from the air to the ground and asked, "Are you Cha Kelin?"
Being stared at Ni Qianqiu's calm eyes, Cha Kelin only felt a chill rising from the depths of his soul. He swallowed his saliva with difficulty and said, "I am Cha Kelin. I wonder why seniors come?"
"I'm here to collect interest. Ji Wuming will come to get your life in person!" Ni Qianqiu said coldly, and suddenly his eyes narrowed. Cha Kelin felt that his soul was hit hard. The torn pain filled his whole mind. He spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground with a listless look.
"Let's go!" Ni Qianqiu waved his hand and flew away with the six people.
"Prime Minister!" After Ni Qianqiu left, everyone exclaimed and ran forward to help Cha Kelin up.
"I'm fine." Cha Kelin said, but his body couldn't stop trembling, not because of fear, but because of the interest from Ni Qianqiu's harvest. That glance penetrated his soul and directly caused a severe blow to his soul.
"After years of planning, I didn't expect it to fail..." Cha Kelin thought decadently. This is the world of martial arts cultivators. Just one person is enough to reverse the entire battle situation. Cha Kelin suppressed the victory of this battle on Yin Jian. He never thought that Yin Jian was captured by Ni Qianqiu as soon as he took action. Even if Ni Qianqiu did not take action in the future war, the Tarot Empire would definitely be defeated. Even if he devoted all the strength of Tarot's national strength, he could not fight against the Four-Nation Alliance.
"You go and see what's wrong with them." Cha Kelin said weakly, and some soldiers quickly ran to more than a dozen large pits not far away to drag out people who were unaware of life and death.
"Prime Minister, they are not dead yet..."
Cha Kelin immediately breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. These people were the foundation of the empire. If they died, the empire would collapse halfway. Then he ordered: "The whole army obeys the order and pack up..."
"Prime Minister, are you preparing to attack?" a soldier with unknown circumstances said excitedly.
"Pack up... prepare to withdraw the empire." Cha Kelin said weakly. This sentence seemed to have taken all his strength. After saying it, he fell to the ground softly again, unconscious...
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In the Yaori Camp, a group of senior generals stood outside a tent with a solemn expression. Some people still looked sad on their faces, but none of them dared to enter the tent without authorization.
After Zhang Kai and others came back, the excitement that had just stepped on Cha Kelin's once suddenly faded away like a tide, and joined the ranks of these people with a painful expression. Ni Qianqiu sighed and returned to his tent. He was not a soldier and did not need to wait here. Ji Wuming had been staying in Ji Yun's tent, and he didn't want to disturb him.
At night, these people were still standing here without even moving. A heavy atmosphere spread around. Some unknown soldiers could not stand it and retreated as soon as they walked in. Time passed by minute by minute, the night gradually faded away, and Qingming once again enveloped the earth.
These people were still standing outside the tent like wooden stakes. The dew on the armor slowly flowed on the ground along the scales. No one spoke, and the entire camp seemed extremely quiet.
Suddenly, a slight sound appeared in the tent. Ji Wuming, whose eyes were covered in blood, walked out of the tent and said in a deep voice: "Call the soldiers! Get ready to fight!"
"Yes!" Everyone responded and scattered. Suddenly, only Zhang Kai, Watson, Forbuqi and others were left outside the tent.
Ji Wuming stared at the sky with a golden light shining through the clouds and mist. A red sun slowly rose, and said in a deep voice: "Xiaoyun, I will let the millions of Tarot army be buried with you..."
To be honest, this chapter is very confusing, because the pig's feet are dead, they all say that this will lose readers... But... do I have readers? Haha, since there are no readers, how can I say that there will be a loss? Besides, Ji Yun will die here, it was set by me from the beginning. If he doesn't die, how can he reveal the big pit of this book? If he doesn't die, how can he have a tough life? So, he must die!!
Starting from the next chapter, a new chapter of this book will begin. The fate of extermination will fall on him. Is it survival or destruction? This is a question worth pondering...