Chapter 206 Jiang Zhongxian!

To the north of Yuzhang County, a large number of troops were moving towards Jiujiang.

The leading general was Xu Shiji.

On the top of the city wall, Song Lu looked at Xu Shiji's receding back, holding his long beard with his hand, and thought of another general Li Jing whom he had met a few days ago, and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

The generals of the anti-Zhou alliance were far inferior to them.

He turned his head to look at his two brothers beside him, and raised his staff to point towards Jiujiang:

"There are also troops ambushed in Qichun and Tongan on the other side of Jiujiang. People like Xiao Xin and Shen Faxing can't escape even if they have wings."

"However, judging from their posture, are they still trying to defend Jiujiang to the death?"

Song Zhi nodded: "Jiujiang City does not have the majestic walls like Jiangdu and Dongdu. I don't know how to defend it."

"The strangest thing is Lin Shihong."

"Exactly."

Song Lu thought:

"Given this man's martial arts prowess, it would have been easy for him to escape the city alone before the Heavenly Master arrived. I wonder what he was thinking, why he had to choose such a dead end. Could it be that after being emperor for a few days, his mind has gone haywire?"

Song Zhi sneered, "I heard he's been in seclusion. Is he coming out this time to fight the Heavenly Master?"

When he said this, he turned his gaze to Song Que who was standing beside him and said, "Brother, where does Lin Shihong get his confidence from?"

The Heavenly Master is someone who can compete head-on with his elder brother.

No matter how capable Lin Shihong is, he can never be his opponent.

After hearing this, Song Que replied calmly:

"A martial artist's state of mind is like a river flowing eastward, sometimes calm and sometimes turbulent. When I was cultivating my sword in the mountain city, I would occasionally feel the urge to fight. If I don't control my state of mind, I will inevitably behave in ways that others cannot predict."

Song Lu and Song Zhi looked at each other and keenly felt the change in their elder brother.

The tone of his voice was very different from before.

"Brother, are you very interested in this battle?" Song Lu asked.

Song Que's expression remained unchanged, but there was an inexplicable fighting spirit in his eyes, so that his whole body exuded a sharp aura that dispelled the northwest wind.

"My first eight Heavenly Question strikes were broken, and the ninth Heavenly Question strike, the one that decided life and death, was not delivered. My mind was hazy, unsure of victory or defeat. Thinking back carefully, I realized he was constantly breaking through my moves, not displaying any offensive techniques of his own, so I couldn't see through his full strength."

"This time, I have a deeper understanding of the realm of martial arts. Lin Shihong is not weak. As long as he attacks Lin Shihong, I will know what chances Tianwen Jiu has of winning."

The two suddenly understood.

It seems that the eldest brother's desire to win has been aroused.

That’s right, after all, this person is the first opponent in Lingnan that has not been defeated by the eldest brother, and he is so young.

God asks, God asks, the eldest brother naturally wants to know whether to win or lose.

Song Lu said with a smile: "The so-called Heavenly Sword means that there is nothing else but the sword. If it is a life-or-death battle, I think big brother has at least a 70% chance of winning."

Song Zhi shook his head: "Third brother, what you said is biased. The Heavenly Master's martial arts realm is extremely high, and he can do what ordinary people can't. Big brother, if you fight with all your might, your chances of winning are at most 60%."

In the past, the two of them would definitely say it was 100%.

In their understanding, this statement is extremely rigorous.

Song Que remained silent, then listened to Song Zhi ask, "The war will break out tomorrow, how should we make arrangements?"

Song Que thought for a moment and said, "Rest for an hour first, then immediately prepare the army and set out. There should be no delay."

"As for tomorrow, there's no need to make a big splash. Just follow the rest of the armies and move in unison."

"good!"

Song Lu and Song Zhi nodded at the same time.

On the way from Lingnan, the soldiers and generals they brought with them suffered few casualties.

The momentum of the four armies to encircle and suppress Xiao Xing and others was too great. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the county city defenders did not want to be buried with them, and most of them surrendered the city.

The only real obstacle is probably the Jiujiang City in front.

That night, torches lit up like a long dragon around Jiujiang.

The numerous scouts from the three forces in the city brought back bad news every once in a while.

Multiple enemy forces are approaching overnight!

Xiao Xin and Shen Faxing tossed and turned, unable to sleep all night.

This is the most difficult New Year's Eve for them in their lives.

In the second half of the night, they simply left the residence provided by Lin Shihong, braved the cold wind, and went to their respective camps to command.

The opponent clearly doesn't want them to see the sun next year.

At this moment, and on Lin Shihong's territory, they would feel insecure if they did not control the army.

Xiao Xin and Shen Faxing both had martial arts skills, so staying up all night was nothing to them.

Like them, the more than 100,000 troops on various city walls rushed to see the first rays of dawn before the rooster crowed.

Inside Jiujiang City.

Except for those extremely brave and fearless people in the martial arts world, ordinary people did not dare to watch the show. They closed their doors and windows and hid in their homes early.

The sound of soldiers running came from all directions in the city.

The sounds of people, horses, and fluttering flags mixed together in a chaotic chaos.

When the light becomes bright, the severe winter wind comes howling!

An extremely depressing atmosphere permeated the hearts of every Jiujiang defender. If it were not for the harsh military law, some of them would have surrendered.

Two miles outside the city, flags were connected in a string that stretched as far as the eye could see.

The north wind blew the flags, making them rise and fall like waves, and the rhythmic sound of the flags spread far into the city.

Except for the city wall facing the river, the rest of the city walls were almost completely surrounded by the army!

Near noon.

People who came to persuade the army of Li Jing, Xu Shiji and others to surrender rushed out and stood in a safe position at the edge of Jiujiang City, shouting for the defenders to open the city and surrender.

However, they were shot back by the loyal subordinates of Shen Faxing and Xiao Xin.

After several attempts to persuade them to surrender failed, the sound of drums suddenly rang out on the earth.

Li Jing, Xu Shiji, the Song Dynasty troops, and the army led by Zhang Xutuo and You Hongda, received the signal and attacked Jiujiang together!

As the army charged, dense crowds of figures spread out, a forest of spears and halberds stood tall, and the earth began to shake violently.

The shouts and cries of killing pierced the sky, enough to scare anyone to death!

Even a powerful martial arts master would not dare to face such a large-scale military charge.

The arrows were like a heavy rain, piercing through the north wind and pressing towards the top of the city.

At this time, the military strength, morale and status of the two warring parties were not on the same level.

The only support of the Jiujiang defenders was the city wall.

But for many experts in the army, the city wall can be easily climbed as long as the obstacles on the city walls are not enough.

And those arrows suppressed the counterattack from the city wall.

To the east of Jiujiang, as the battle progressed, hundreds of experts gradually climbed up the city walls.

A melee ensued.

Soon, the drawbridge was lowered, the city gate was opened, and the two sides engaged in large-scale hand-to-hand combat, which became even more intense.

"Hide!"

Beside Xiao Xin, Prince of Lu Wan Zan and Prince of Jin Dong Jingzhen shouted together, and they pulled Xiao Xin to avoid the arrows.

After Xiao Xing became emperor, he conferred titles on seven kings, and these were the last two.

In addition to them, the Secretary of the Central Secretariat Cen Wenben was also by Xiao Xin's side at this time.

Emperor Liang was dismayed and slow to react, as if he hadn't heard what his two subordinates said, and was almost hit by an arrow.

Cen Wenben saw Zhang Xutuo, You Hongda, Cheng Yaojin, Qin Shubao, and Luo Shixin who were killing people in the battle. They were all fierce generals. Now that the city gates were open, and there were no reinforcements in the city, they might not be able to hold out for long.

The only way to survive now is to surrender.

Xiao Xin also wanted to surrender and even negotiate terms to change his identity.

However, the words of the person who had tried to persuade him to surrender were very clear: Xiao Xin, as the evil ringleader, must die.

Xiao Xin wanted to repel the enemy before negotiating terms.

But when the other party attacked, there was no way to fight them off.

Thinking of this, Cen Wenben was speechless.

Xiao Xin came back to his senses from his trance and looked at the enemy troops coming like a tide, feeling extremely frightened.

At this moment, I suddenly thought of the life-saving straw.

Yes, and there is also the Emperor of Chu!

Lin Shihong's troops are in the north of the city. It is not ruled out that they will leave the city and go to the river, and then escape along the river.

Thinking of this, I felt anxious.

It didn't matter if the east side of the city was not defended, so he decisively shouted to the three people beside him: "Let's go, quickly go to the north side of the city."

The three of them were all surprised and understood what Xiao Xin was thinking.

But once the east side of the city is lost and the army enters, there is no way to defend the other gates.

In other words, Xiao Xin gave up the opportunity to wait for the rest of the team to come to support.

He was not discussing with the three people, but giving orders.

Leaving several troops to die in the east of the city to delay time, Xiao Xin took the rest of his elite guards and headed straight to the north of the city.

Seeing this, Cen Wenben followed the chaotic team for a while and then returned during the chaos.

Xiao Xin was busy escaping and had no time to care about him.

Cen Wenben climbed up the city wall and commanded the generals guarding the east side of the city. After Xiao Xin retreated a little further away, he immediately ordered nearly 10,000 people in the east side of the city to stop. In an instant, the east side of Jiujiang changed hands!

Xiao Xin's behavior caused Jiujiang, which could have been defended for a while, to quickly collapse.

More and more people dropped their weapons and surrendered.

Shen Faxing's speed was not much slower than Xiao Xin's. He led his elite personal soldiers and also rushed into the north of the city.

Lin Shihong's Xunyang Palace is also here.

After more than an hour, the armies from various directions entered the city in batches, and almost surrounded the remaining troops in Jiujiang City inside and out.

Li Jing, Xu Shiji and others have already arrived at the outskirts of Xunyang Palace.

Here, there are still more than 40,000 enemy soldiers.

Another half hour later, Lin Shihong's Xunyang Palace was occupied, and the last 20,000 remnants retreated to the north of Jiujiang.

The expanded North Tower is tall and majestic, and has a terrace.

This place is close to the river, and the river wind is very strong in the severe winter. When it passes through the terrace, it feels like a knife cutting people's flesh.

What is absurd is that there are three people wearing dragon robes on the terrace of North City.

"Gentlemen, is the wind too strong?" Lin Shihong sneered.

"No."

Shen Faxing and Xiao Xin both shook their heads, their eyes fixed on the huge army array approaching ten feet below. They were unwilling to admit their inner panic, but their bodies were shaking honestly.

They no longer had the right to be angry about Lin Shihong's mockery.

"With your little courage, you still want to join forces with me to deal with Zhou Yi?"

Lin Shihong said with a mocking look: "Since you are so scared, why don't you kneel down and beg for mercy? Maybe he is in a good mood and wants to earn a good reputation and spare your lives?"

The corners of Xiao Xin's mouth twitched, and he really wanted to curse.

But he stayed put and ignored everything. Lin Shihong's attitude instead gave them great hope.

He hinted:

"Emperor Chu, the enemy army has hundreds of thousands of soldiers. Even if we defeat the Zhou army now, I'm afraid we won't be able to turn the tide."

Shen Faxing withdrew his gaze from the huge military formation and looked at Lin Shihong, waiting for his answer.

Unexpectedly.

Lin Shihong chuckled as if he heard a joke.

"So what?"

He stood between the two of them, his left and right arms resting on their shoulders:

"This is just the worry of you mediocre people. I don't care about Jiujiang City at all. When I succeed, Jiujiang, Jiangnan, and the whole world will be within my reach."

"Kill all those who resist."

"It's just that you will never have the chance to experience this kind of state of mind in your lifetime."

He smiled confidently and patted their shoulders:

"Don't think that you can be the same as me just because you wear a dragon robe."

Shen Faxing and Xiao Xin's bodies trembled even more violently, their hearts sank to the bottom, and they felt a sense of anger.

"you!!"

Shen Faxing said angrily: “You are too arrogant!”

Xiao Xin asked in a deep voice, "Emperor Chu, are you truly sure of victory?"

Lin Shihong's eyes were cruel:

"You two came to Jiujiang wearing these clothes, which is equivalent to provoking me. In fact, if I want to kill you, it would be as easy as crushing two ants. I kept you here until now just to give you a chance to see the difference between us."

Before Xiao Xin and Shen Faxing could speak, a loud voice suddenly came from the distance:

"Lin Shihong, you still won't accept surrender?!"

At this moment, countless eyes were fixed on the city wall.

Lin Shihong pushed Xiao Xin and Shen Faxing to the sides, and then with a loud bang, he rushed to the top of the city wall.

With his feet on the top ridge and his arms clasped together, the north wind blew his long hair draped over his shoulders, making it dance wildly.

He was indifferent to the gazes from all directions.

He ignored Li Jing's call, his face flushed purple, his eyes filled with domineering intent, and he quickly glanced through the crowd.

Everyone has heard of the name of the Jiangnan Twin Hegemons.

However, he is much stronger than Ren Shaoming. Judging from this moment, due to the manifestation of the magical Purple Blood Technique, he indeed has some of the power of an extremely powerful person.

Lin Shihong smiled grimly:

"Where is the Heavenly Master? Didn't he make a bold statement that he would kill me in Jiujiang?"

His voice was not loud, but it was as if he was speaking into everyone's ear.

This aroused some interest in Song Que, who was watching the fun.

Song Zhi and Song Lu, who were standing in front of the western army, were talking in low voices. They noticed the huge change in Lin Shihong.

Moreover, at this moment, the strength he displayed was far higher than before.

While they were discussing, Xu Xingzhi had already walked forward.

"Lin Shihong, you are just a dying beast at this moment, unworthy of this honor. Once we have detached your head, it will not be too late to see my Lord again."

Xu Xingzhi was not exaggerating.

With more than 300,000 troops, even a grandmaster would have to flee for his life, let alone Lin Shihong.

"You want to kill me too?"

Lin Shihong laughed heartily: "If I want to leave, who can stop me?"

At this point, his brain raced and he suddenly realized!

I see!

He turned around and looked at the river.

If you want to escape from the army, the only way is to take this route along the river.

In other words, some people have already been cut off from their lives.

Lin Shihong had no interest in the army in the city. He was very quick-witted and thought everything through, and immediately made an unexpected move.

He clapped his hands together, and the ropes binding the suspension bridge broke immediately.

“Boom~!”

With a loud bang, the suspension bridge fell down. He flew down from the top of the city wall to the suspension bridge and ran towards the river not far away.

Shen Faxing and Xiao Xin were caught off guard, but they also quickly caught up.

Because the army from the rear was pressing forward.

Many of the defenders in the city thought that Lin Shihong was going to escape along the river, so they all ran towards the river.

However, Zhou Yi's side had already made arrangements.

There were military formations on both sides of the Yangtze River, east and west, and Lin Shihong couldn't get out at all.

In an instant, they were surrounded on three sides and faced a river with their backs against a deadly situation.

When Lin Shihong arrived at the riverside, he found that what he thought was right.

At this time, the banks of the Yangtze River were densely packed with people.

Those who are more timid can watch the show from across the river.

The brave ones are naturally in Jiujiang City.

It was the dry season, and the river was still several miles wide. It looked like a reclining dragon, with smoke and waves reaching the sky.

It is said that the Chu River and Wu Mountain are both vast and majestic.

Lin Shihong saw a two-story broken boat that had been destroyed by war on the river bank. He jumped on it and immediately stood at the highest point of the river bank.

At this time

Countless arrows in the army were aimed at him.

Lin Shihong suppressed a smile that no one else understood, and spoke in a defiant tone directly to the other side: "Since you are sure you can kill me, why don't you dare show up? Is the Heavenly Master a coward?"

After hearing this, Li Jing prepared to order his men to shoot arrows.

Xu Xingzhi stopped him.

On this New Year's Eve, they originally did not want their lord to take action, and there was no suspense in the Battle of Jiujiang.

Unexpectedly, Lin Shihong took advantage of the large number of spectators to save himself.

His words apparently had an effect.

Suddenly, a huge cry was heard in Jiangbei.

Xu Xingzhi's attention was also attracted over there.

The red clouds hang low, and the cold river is like a mirror.

Lin Shihong gazed at the river. For him, this place was an ideal battlefield.

He originally planned to lure Zhou Yi to the riverside, so he stayed in the north of the city and didn't care about the fall of other cities.

The current situation is exactly what he wants.

But for some reason, the state of mind he had condensed with the Purple Blood Method was slightly shaken.

Lin Shihong's pupils shrank, the inner energy in his body surged even more, and his entire face turned purple.

At this time, through the mist on the river, a white shadow became clearer and clearer.

In the severe winter, the river no longer surges as it does in spring and summer. The water is calm and dark blue like black jade.

The white shadow was walking towards them from the other side as if on flat ground.

Occasionally, there would be a lost seagull, or one or two jackdaws, alone, flapping their wings and hovering over the cold mist and waves.

There is the cold shadow of a solitary bird nearby, and fallen leaves on thousands of mountains in the distance. Between the two, a man in white clothes, with his shoes dry, is crossing the river.

It is impossible to guess what kind of light skill this scene is.

From a distance, it looks like an immortal flying in the river!

When the three members of the Song clan on the south bank saw this scene, they were horrified.

Walking across the waves smoothly, this will be a realm of lightness skill that Tiandao will never be able to reach in this lifetime.

An even more incredible scene appeared.

Not long after the white shadow crossed the middle of the river, it suddenly stopped.

But the miraculous thing was that he still stood on the surface of the river and did not sink.

Many people were stunned and rubbed their eyes, completely unable to understand. Even Lin Shihong narrowed his eyes slightly.

Being good at Qinggong does not mean you are powerful.

Just as he was thinking this, Zhou Yi's voice dispersed the cold fog and reached his ears.

"Lin Shihong, today is the end of the year. I'm giving you a chance to keep your body intact. Please commit suicide."

Lin Shihong was stunned for a moment, thinking he had misheard, and then laughed wildly towards the sky:

"Hahaha!"

His laughter was like a lion's roar, which made the nearby guards dizzy and caused huge waves on the river, which showed how powerful his skills were.

"How shameless!"

"Ridiculous! Today I will let you see what true power is."

He usually used an ancient bronze halberd, but at this time his hands were empty, just clenched fists.

The next moment, a strange aura filled Lin Shihong's body.

The originally bronze skin now revealed a heart-pounding deep purple, and the blood vessels under the skin were bulging, like a coiled purple poisonous snake.

He knew that the man in the river was a formidable enemy.

While practicing the Purple Blood Technique, he also used the secret technique brought by Xinaya.

This method was originally incomplete, but when combined with the Purple Blood Method, it could produce a completely different effect.

A huge purple shadow rose behind him and solidified in an instant.

This is not a physical spirit, but rather the formation of an extreme cold field combined with river water, which constructs a spiritual medium. It is also in line with the Purple Blood Method, achieving resonance between the primordial spirit and primordial energy.

so.

Standing by the river, using the endless flow of river water, he can continuously condense this powerful spiritual creation.

Putting aside the realm of martial arts, this time he has taken a different approach and can wear down his opponent to death.

This is where Lin Shihong’s confidence comes from.

At the head of Xunyang River, no one dared to underestimate Lin Shihong at this time.

There seemed to be a huge amethyst monster behind him, holding a harpoon in his hand.

Lin Shihong jumped into the water, like the legendary sea spirit that controls the tides. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the huge harpoon, which burst out with great power under the resonance of his vital energy and soul!

A whirlpool suddenly appeared on the surface of the river.

Seeing Zhou Yi continue to walk towards him, Lin Shihong shouted.

His voice was hoarse and sharp, with an inhuman echo: "Die!"

His arms suddenly opened wide, and an overwhelming and unstoppable cold purple energy burst out, enveloping his entire body like a deep purple flame.

The purple air was not scorching hot, but extremely cold, so much so that even the river water beneath his feet was condensed into tiny ice crystals.

He clasped his palms together and suddenly pressed down on the Xunyang River flowing majestically beneath his feet!

Under the blessing of the secret method, the river water suddenly became wildly agitated.

"A wave rises and swallows the sky!"

Rumble——!

There was a loud noise and everyone was shocked.

As if the earth veins were detonated, a huge wall of water suddenly rose up from the calm river surface!

This wall of water is not an ordinary turbid wave. On the crest of the wave is coiled a thick, deep purple Qi as thick as blood.

Huge waves swept in, more than eight feet high, covering the sky and the sun, as if carrying a terrifying power to destroy everything, and rushing towards the white shadow approaching in the river - violently!

Before the waves arrived, the cold and sinister energy that corroded the bones and invaded the soul had already spread.

No matter how far away the numerous soldiers on both sides of the strait were watching the battle, they all felt a chill deep in their bones.

Many people stared at the roaring waves with chattering teeth and dilated pupils. They could see with their naked eyes that the waves had the power to crush people.

Lin Shihong's wild laughter resounded across the river, purple mist rose, his hair danced wildly, and he looked like a demon.

The huge wave was like a mountain, carrying with it cold energy and a huge force that could crush everything, and it was about to completely swallow Zhou Yi.

At this critical moment,

Zhou Yi neither dodged nor roared.

He just raised his hand slowly, and the true energy like water jumped out flexibly.

The moment he raised his hand, an extreme chill that was purer, more vast, and closer to the origin of heaven and earth than Lin Shihong's purple blood true energy spread silently.

At this moment, the roaring waves and the noise all around were suppressed.

The frosty air pressed down.

Wherever the cold air passes, heaven and earth seem to be silent.

Time is frozen at this moment.

The purple wave that seemed to be able to destroy the world in the eyes of ordinary people was less than ten feet away from Zhou Yi, as if it had hit an invisible, eternal ice barrier.

Click, snap, snap—!

The roar of the waves was instantly replaced by a chilling sound of freezing.

The huge wave wrapped in true energy, from the crest to the bottom, from the surging shape to the splashing water droplets, along with the entire river surface flowing underneath, was instantly frozen by an incomprehensible, absolute zero force under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of eyes!

Just a moment ago, the turbid waves were clearing away and the purple air was surging.

The next moment, what appeared before my eyes was a solidified glacial world that was flickering with a strange purple light.

The purple wave peak, as high as eight feet, maintained a ferocious posture of attacking, and was eternally sealed in the transparent black ice.

The wider river surface around it, connected all the way to the south bank of the river, completely turned into a huge ice field as smooth as a mirror, with the cold air reaching the sky, reflecting the beacon fires of the battlefield in the distance, and it was dead silent.

The frosty air that day was extremely strange. If it were ordinary true energy, it would have dissipated by now.

It can resonate with the power between heaven and earth, constantly absorbing the cold air of severe winter, so it lasts for a long time.

On both sides of the Yangtze River, hundreds of thousands of people lost their voices at the same time under this miracle.

The battlefield fell into dead silence, with only the heavy breathing and the clinking of weapons falling to the ground as Lin Shihong's soldiers fell out of their hands out of fear.

The wild laughter on Lin Shihong's face froze instantly, turning into extreme horror and disbelief.

The opponent also used icy power, how could there be such a big difference?

"No, impossible!"

He squeezed out a few words hoarsely, and the purple blood in his body seemed to be frozen by the cold, and its circulation was sluggish.

The purple blood melted into the water, and the water froze, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

Just when his mind was shaken and a crack appeared in his magic power.

Above the glacier, Zhou Yi's figure moved again.

He came closer in a flash.

There was no earth-shaking sound, only the crisp sound of swords.

What followed was a brilliant sword light.

Lin Shihong came back to his senses, roared angrily, and forcibly activated the Purple Blood Technique to resist.

Behind him, there was a purple crystal monster with a spirit and a harpoon, which stabbed at him with a force that suppressed his spirit.

However, when the sword flashed, even the space began to fluctuate.

laugh--!

The sword flashed, and with a strange sound, the ice crystals shattered.

The huge amethyst monster turned into a shadow and disappeared in an instant.

Lin Shihong stood frozen in place, his self-confidence gone, the shock still lingering on his face, his pupils reflecting a ray of sword light that was rushing towards him without stopping.

The strange purple air steaming around him dissipated and disappeared like a punctured balloon.

“No, no!”

He let out a final roar of terror.

Zhou Yi pretended not to hear and swung his sword down, shattering his spiritual creation and piercing through Lin Shihong's body.

There is a layer of dense true energy attached to Zhanlu, and not a drop of blood is stained on it.

The cross section of Lin Shihong's neck is as smooth as a mirror.

His face was filled with endless fear that could not be erased, and his head was slowly sliding off his neck.

The purple on his face faded, he stared at Zhou Yi intently, and with his last breath he shouted, "You you."

No further posting.

Zhou Yi helped him continue the conversation:

"You are a monkey in human form, usurping the title of emperor. You are the false emperor of Chu. I will execute you today."

After saying this, he sheathed his sword, and Lin Shihong's head just slid to the ground.

This scene was witnessed by everyone.

Emperor Lin Shihong of Chu, along with the monstrous demonic waves he raised, were first frozen in ice and then killed with one sword!

Everyone watching the battle by the river was stunned.

The soldiers who came to the river with Lin Shihong were so frightened when they saw the head on the river bank that they turned pale. After the first man knelt on the ground, the rest of them dropped their weapons and prostrated themselves begging for mercy.

Xu Xingzhi, Li Jing and others were also a little stunned.

Xu Shiji felt lucky and as if he had made a great bargain.

You Hongda thought of the fire on the banks of the Cai River and the flood in the Cixi River. Everything matched up.

He reacted quickly and immediately sent people forward to arrest the surrendered soldiers and clear the road.

On the Song family side, Song Lu and Song Zhi looked at each other.

Song Lu reluctantly raised a finger to give his elder brother some face.

Song Zhi shook his head. As a fellow swordsman, at this moment he saw what it meant to be the best swordsman in the world.

So, Tiemian Wuzhe made a "zero" gesture with his hand.

If it were a life-and-death battle, he believed his elder brother's chances of winning would be zero percent.

The two looked at Song Que at the same time. Tian Dao was pinching his chin, looking carefully at the frozen river surface and the eight-zhang-high raging waves frozen in the air.

The martial arts heaven and the ultimate yin?

It’s amazing, is this the power that connects heaven and earth?

Song Que seemed to understand something, at least he understood why Lin Shihong was defeated in one move.

If the Heavenly Master has already reached the ultimate Yin, isn't it courting death for Lin Shihong to control water with his Yin-cold domain to fight him?

He was amazed at the power Zhou Yi had just displayed in controlling the world, but also felt that this scene was quite absurd and dreamy.

Song Que was deep in thought when heavy snow began to fall by the river, seemingly because of the cold frost that was pouring down from the sky.

He looked up at the sky, where snowflakes were falling and the north wind was howling.

Lin Shihong's head turned from purple to white.

The surrounding surrendered soldiers were cleared away, leaving only the last two people.

Naturally, it was Emperor Xiao Xian of Liang and Emperor Shen Faxing of Wu.

Xiao Xin avoided Zhou Yi's gaze, not daring to meet his gaze, but Zhou Yi turned his gaze directly to the debtor who had broken into Fuzi Mountain in his early years.

He was wearing a dragon robe and knelt on the ground after feeling Zhou Yi's gaze.

"Mercy, Master, please spare my life~!"

Xiao Xin didn't want to die and no longer cared about his face. He often heard that Zhou Yi was kind to others. Now, in front of everyone, if he surrendered, he might have a chance of survival.

but

Zhou Yi ignored him and looked at Shen Faxing who was standing with his head held high.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

"So what if I'm afraid of death."

Shen Faxing looked at Xiao Xin with some disdain: "But I was once an emperor, how can I bow down to you?"

"Master, please give me a sword."

"Give it to him."

Upon hearing this, Li Jing was about to draw his sword, but then he remembered that he was using a knife.

You Hongda on the side retracted the steel whip in his hand, pulled out the sword from the waist of Yu Boling, a surrendered general from Yuhang City of Wu State, and handed it to Shen Faxing.

Coincidence is.

This sword was given to Yu Boling by Shen Faxing.

He sold Yu Boling to Yuhang. Yu Boling surrendered and hung up the Zhou flag. In a blink of an eye, the sword appeared in front of him.

Use the sword of Wu to behead the emperor of Wu.

Shen Faxing felt a surge of anger in his heart. He looked at the defenseless Zhou Yi and wanted to chop him with a sword.

He sighed silently again.

Knowing that the gap in strength was too big, he had no choice but to give up.

Shen Faxing came to the riverside, feeling infinite regret in his heart. If he had known this would happen, he would have surrendered earlier.

Then he roared in grief and anger, drew the sword towards his neck, and the blood splattered, and he was killed instantly.

"Bury him."

"yes!"

Some soldiers came forward and carried Shen Faxing's body away.

“Shhhh!”

The sword that killed Shen Faxing was suddenly stuck in front of Xiao Xin, half buried in the ground.

When Xiao Xin saw this, he felt a chill in his heart.

"Master, I have repented and I beg you to give me a chance to reform."

He bowed his head.

"Xiao Xin, you are far inferior to Shen Faxing."

Xiao Xin didn't care about these insulting words and said humbly, "I know I owe the Heavenly Master an old debt. I have a huge fortune buried in Baling that I can dig up to pay off my debt."

"You are inseparable from the Baling Gang, and have harmed countless people. You owe more than just me. What right do you have to live?"

Zhou Yi didn't want to waste any more time talking to him: "Kill him."

"Yes, sir!"

Li Jing and Xu Shiji rushed forward together. Xiao Xin howled and tried to draw his sword to resist, but was knocked down by the two men in an instant.

Xu Shiji grabbed his hair and Li Jing chopped it off with a knife.

Emperor Xiao Xin of Liang's body was separated into pieces!

This scene stimulated many people again.

In a short period of time, the Emperor of Chu, the Emperor of Wu, and the Emperor of Liang all died by the river. Looking back, not long ago, they occupied a large area of ​​land in the south and had hundreds of thousands of troops and horses. How powerful they were.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers looked at the frozen waves, then at the white-clad men on the riverbank, filled with awe. At the same time, they also deeply understood that this would be a special year-end that would change the troubled times.

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(End of this chapter)