Crack!
Yan Xiangma swung the sword in his hand and a head flew into the air.
The Peacock soldier widened his eyes and looked at Yan Xiangma in disbelief. He could not understand how this enemy general could have such a tenacious life force … Everyone around him had died but he was still fighting with all his might and would rather die than surrender.
Because he had used too much force, Yan Xiangma's body stumbled forward and fell.
Crack!
He stabbed the Changle Sword in his hand into the black soil, and only then did he manage to stop his body from falling, preventing himself from falling headfirst into the soil and falling on his face.
"Come … Come at me again … Come and kill me …" Yan Xiangma raised his head and roared. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the Peacock soldiers surrounding him.
Yan Xiangma was very tired. Ever since he failed to attack the camp last night, he had led thousands of people to escape. In the end, the people around him either died or were injured. When they reached the ferry of the Wu River, out of the three thousand people, less than three hundred had won.
A team of three hundred people had to face ten times their number of enemies. They had to run and kill all the way. Even the blacksmiths were exhausted and could not hold on.
Now, the three hundred people around him had all fallen into the soil under the heavy rain and could no longer stand up. He was the only one in the entire team and he was the only one who was still holding on …
The armor on his body had been thrown away because of its weight. The clothes on his body had long been soaked by the rain.
The cold clothes stuck to his body but he did not feel the slightest bit of cold.
Instead, his blood was boiling and burning. It was catalyzing the potential of his life again and again. Then, he raised the sword in his hand again.
His face and body were covered with wounds. The injuries were not serious and were caused by some flying knives and arrows.
However, these wounds were fatal because every wound was bleeding. As large amounts of blood flowed out of his body, the vital energy in his body gradually disappeared and he became weaker and weaker.
He knew that he could not withstand another wave of attacks from those people.
He did not understand why they did not attack again …
There was also the Peacock Army that was circling in the sky. They did not attack from beginning to end and had been quietly watching the battle. It was as if … this battle was just a show to them. It was a drama that ended in tragedy.
"Yan Xiangma, do you still want to resist?"
"Hurry up and surrender. Only then will you be able to survive …"
"If it wasn't for my king wanting to kill you with his own hands, he would have taken your dog life long ago …"
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Hearing the shouts around him, Yan Xiangma finally understood why they were not willing to kill him and why the Peacock Army above him had not acted.
So it was their Peacock King who wanted to personally deal with him. The monarch of a country actually remembered a small character like him in his heart … I don't feel honored at all.
"Tell your Peacock King that his Grandpa Xiangma … will only die in battle, it is impossible for him to surrender …" Yan Xiangma's face was covered in blood as he laughed wildly.
After saying that, Yan Xiangma suddenly felt a little regretful.
He had a good brother named Li Muyang, and Li Muyang had a girlfriend named Ying Qiandu.
Ying Qiandu's father was the Peacock King, Ying Boyan, and he called Ying Boyan "grandson". Then, what would Li Muyang, Ying Qiandu, call him?
The relationship was a bit complicated!
"Bastard, dare to insult my king …"
"Kill him, he doesn't know how to appreciate kindness …"
"If he doesn't surrender, there is only death …"
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"So what if I die? Do you think Grandpa Xiangma is afraid of death? Let me tell you, I am the number one silkpants of Jiangnan City, I can do anything — — If you don't kill me today, when it falls into the hands of Grandpa Xiangma, I will make you suffer a fate worse than death — — "
Above the sky, a blazing sun appeared.
Boom — —
The blazing sun descended from the sky, like a falling sun, directly smashing onto the head of Yan Xiangma.
Yan Xiangma let out a miserable cry, and no longer made any sound.
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For the people of the nine countries of the divine continent, this year's winter was exceptionally cold.
Not only was there a blizzard that came with the cold, but there was also the blood of the storm that flowed from the battles of the nine countries.
The Peacock Imperial Court joined hands with the Dark Flame Empire to fight against the seven countries, and the seven countries were naturally unwilling to be invaded by them.
Whether it was the side that took the initiative to fight, or the side that was about to be conquered, the people were all uneasy.
In war, there would always be casualties and deaths, some people would win and some people would lose — — victory was fixed, defeat was even more miserable.
However, whether it was victory or defeat, what meaning did it have to the ordinary people?
Would their relatives who joined the army return? Would their dead sons be resurrected?
Everyone was as nervous as Xiaoxin, waiting for an unknown result — —
The most talked about was the Princess of the Peacock Imperial Court, Her Highness Ying Qiandu. It was said that she led an army to attack the Great Zhou, overcame all obstacles, and was invincible. Almost invincible.
As long as they broke through Jinzhou, they could go straight to the capital of the Great Zhou Kingdom — —
Unfortunately, at the critical moment, she was controlled by the evil dragon, fighting with the evil dragon named Li Muyang in the sky above Jinzhou.
This battle was watched by millions of people.
In the end, there were differing opinions. Some people said that both sides were defeated, while others said that they perished together.
However, what everyone knew was that the Princess of the Peacock Imperial Court disappeared, and at the same time the evil dragon also disappeared — —
And the battle between the Peacock Imperial Court and the West Wind Kingdom was becoming more and more intense.
The West Wind Kingdom, feeling the strong pressure of the Peacock Imperial Court, mobilized troops from all sides to come to support. The armies of the two countries met at Wu River.
Across the river, a great battle was about to break out.
However, there was one thing in the hearts of all the soldiers and people of the Peacock Imperial Court.
"Is Princess Qiandu alive or dead?"
"If Princess Qiandu has encountered an accident, then what kind of change will happen to the throne of the Kingdom?"
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The most furious was naturally the Peacock King Ying Boyan. Ever since the news of Jinzhou came, he had smashed several imperial tables.
Ying Boyan only had one daughter, whom he regarded as a treasure. Learning that his precious daughter had disappeared, Ying Boyan roared like thunder.
"Bastard — — Li Muyang that bastard — — I knew he was up to no good, I knew he must have some ulterior motives for staying by Qiandu's side — —"
"He dared to hurt my daughter, I must make him beg for death — —"
"Find them, no matter what, I must find their whereabouts — — if they are alive I want to see them, if they are dead I want to see their bodies — —"
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"Your Majesty — —" Imperial Tutor Ying Wuyu's eyes were deep, and there seemed to be a galaxy spinning in his brown pupils. "This matter is too strange, perhaps there is a hidden story — —"
"Hidden story? What hidden story? Did you not hear Mu Qiang's dream butterfly message? Above Jinzhou, he dared to attack my daughter — — this was witnessed by hundreds of thousands of people, could it be false? Li Muyang that little thief — — if anything happens to Qiandu, I will execute his entire family — — Murong Tiema, immediately take people to Jiangnan and find the place where that little thief lived in seclusion — — "
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