Zhao Min appeared calm and composed, but in fact, she was already exhausted.
After all, she is just a woman in her twenties.
Although his cultivation was high, it could only last for a short while, but his strength was still a shortcoming, especially in a battle where he was fighting one against hundreds.
At that time, when Zhao Linger, Zhou Zhiruo and others were fighting against the enemy outside Dadu, they had at least a few hundred assassins around them. Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Linger could easily take a few breathers during the battle.
But now Zhao Min didn't even have time to breathe.
Not only does she have to face hundreds of enemies, but she also has to face the arrows and spears that fly towards her vital points from time to time.
Fighting one against a hundred and not being defeated, Zhao Linger might have done just as well, but if it were Zhou Zhiruo, she would probably have died several times.
Zhao Min now feels a little regretful. She regrets not bringing Duan Zihao or Han Yulou with her.
If she could bring one of them back, then it wouldn't be her turn to do this kind of hard work.
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Behind Zhao Min, the shouts of killing continued to resound through the heavens and the earth.
The Yuan army soldiers under the city could clearly see Zhao Min's figure, but unfortunately, no matter how fearless they were, they could not attack the top of the city wall in the first time and fight side by side with their emperor.
The soldiers of both armies on and under the city were already blood-thirsty. In such a life-and-death issue, no one dared to be careless. If they wanted to survive, they had to kill the other side. The grievances between the Han and Mongolian peoples for more than a hundred years had almost reached the point where they could not be reconciled. Perhaps, killing was their only way of communicating.
At this moment, Zhao Min's whole body was covered in blood, but fortunately, the clothes she was wearing were bright red in color. After the blood was spilled on them, it was impossible to tell whether it was the red of the clothes or the red of the blood.
Several more hidden arrows attacked Zhao Min's vital points. After so many years, Zhao Min was extremely sensitive to the sound of breaking through the air. She subconsciously twisted her head, and at the same time she did not forget to hold the sword across her chest.
In just a moment, a few strands of black hair on Zhao Min's temples were blown off by the flying arrow.
Two crisp clang sounds were heard from her chest. There were three hidden arrows shot by the Ming army soldiers, but none of them could hurt Zhao Min.
Zhao Min turned her head and looked at the Ming army soldiers in front of her. Her eyes were almost bloodshot, but there seemed to be endless ridicule and contempt in those bloodshot eyes.
She swung the sword in her hand vigorously again, and the majestic sword energy swept over like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. The few Ming army soldiers closest to her were not directly cut in half, but they were almost cut in half.
After all, there are not many people in this world who can block this sword.
After this sword strike, the offensive of the Ming army soldiers paused for a moment. If one did not look carefully at the sea of blood and corpses in front of them, one might not feel anything, but if one looked closely, it would be a little hard to accept.
Zhang Wuji had never done such a thing as fighting against hundreds of people alone without any help from his own soldiers.
Just when the soldiers who were confronting Zhao Min were beginning to feel a little frightened, they saw a general in white flying in front of them with a long sword in his hand.
The white-clothed general flew to the opposite side of Zhao Min, and without saying a word, he drew his sword, pointing the cold blade directly at Zhao Min's face.
At this moment, the hearts of the Ming army soldiers present were relieved. Not only were they relieved, but even Zhao Min felt a lot more relieved.
When Zhao Min saw Yang Xiao, she pointed the long sword in her hand downwards. She wanted to point the sword tip at the ground and then hold the hilt with both hands to rest. Unfortunately, the ground under Zhao Min was already covered with the corpses of Ming army soldiers.
With this move, Zhao Min thrust the tip of her sword directly into the body of the Ming army soldier.
This action was done in front of Yang Xiao, but Zhao Min just wanted to use this posture to take a short rest.
But this action angered Yang Xiao, who was already very angry.
Yang Xiao cursed: "Zhao Min, you bastard, you vicious woman, the person is dead, and you still want to attack with the sword, what do you mean?"
Zhao Min said while panting, "Yang Xiao, it's just a corpse. In this kind of world, people can't even take care of the living. Why do you still care about a dead person?"
"But don't be anxious. Tonight, you will end up like these corpses under my feet. Zhang Wuji is not here, and you are no match for me."
While saying this, Zhao Min did not forget to look at Yang Xiao with extreme contempt.
Yang Xiao was indeed extremely angry.
But at this moment, he has not lost all his sanity.
Although the Yuan army under the city was fighting desperately to attack the city, the Ming army on the top of the city still had an absolute advantage.
Yang Xiao took another careful look at Zhao Min. With just this one look, Yang Xiao realized that Zhao Min's current condition was probably about to reach her limit.
Taking on hundreds of people on his own, and having to be on guard against countless attacks, Yang Xiao asked himself, if he were to do this, he would probably die countless times.
Big drops of sweat were already dripping uncontrollably on Zhao Min's beautiful cheeks.
There was some blood mixed in with the sweat, which splashed on her face. By the time the sweat dripped from her smooth chin to her feet, it had turned blood red.
Zhao Min's bravery is already famous throughout the world, but at this moment she gives people a feeling of pity, not for anything else, perhaps just because she is too beautiful.
Such a beautiful woman really shouldn't appear on such a cannibalistic battlefield.
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After Yang Xiao glanced at Zhao Min, he said, "You are very tired. This corrupt Yuan court has been weighing on you for too long. Today, I will help you get rid of it."
"But I, Yang Xiao, could never have imagined that I would die at the hands of my Majesty, but in the end, I got such a big advantage."
"Who in the world could have imagined that the last emperor of the Yuan Dynasty would die in my hands, and that she was one of the only two female emperors in history."
After Yang Xiao finished saying these words, he stepped forward with his sword. There was indeed a big gap between him and Zhao Min, but unfortunately, Zhao Min was almost exhausted, while Yang Xiao was still in his prime. He was confident that with his prime state, he could kill Zhao Min, who was at the end of her strength.
Even if we both die, it doesn't matter.
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