The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

The night is dark and the moon is dim. It should be a good night.

Just sleeping here like this should be the best ending. Jin Weizun was full of vigor and vitality, his mind was clear, and the sword in his hand danced faster and faster.

He no longer had any reservations, and this was precisely because he had now lost almost everything except himself, so he would die without regrets.

So, ending up in a fight like this is definitely the best way to die.

The bamboo pole coming towards his head was so strong and fast that Jin Weizun slightly turned sideways and swept the sword in his right hand horizontally, heading straight for the scarred barbarian's throat.

But the bamboo came faster. With a "snap" sound, the bamboo pole hit his left shoulder heavily. The moment of contact, the bamboo pole broke and shattered, and his shoulder sank down. The piercing pain made Jin Weizun grit his teeth, and the sword in his hand deviated from the direction, but even so, the sword still swept the enemy's body.

The sword hit the enemy's collarbone, the sharp blade cut through the flesh, and blood gushed out.

Jin Weizun gritted his teeth and stabbed the scar-faced barbarian general's throat with his sword again. The bamboo in the scar-faced barbarian general's hand had shattered and could no longer be used as a weapon, but facing this stab of the sword, he didn't know whether it was because his life had come to an end or for some other reason.

He suddenly roared, threw away the bamboo, opened his arms, and then jumped out and pounced on Jin Weizu!

Jin Weizun did not choose to dodge, but still stabbed out with the sword!

There was a "bang" sound!

The heavy body pressed him to the ground, but Jin Weizun showed a grim smile on his face.

Although the sword did not pierce the barbarian's throat, it pierced his abdomen. Warm blood flowed through the hilt to his palm. This was the barbarian's blood, but it was not enough!

Jin Weizun's face was ferocious. Regardless of the heavy body pressing down on him, he gripped the hilt of the sword tightly and twisted his wrist to make the blade stir in the scar-faced general's abdomen.

He will crush the enemy's internal organs and kill him in excruciating pain!

Do you think that since I have fallen into this situation, you barbarians can kill me like a wild dog? Then come and taste my sword!

It was at this moment that Jin Weizun heard a panting sound like that of a wild beast.

So he turned his head to look to the right, and suddenly, an extremely terrifying face gradually rose from the ground. It was the face of the scarred barbarian general.

He could even see bloody teeth exposed in his cut cheek, and now, a hideous smile appeared on this creepy face.

next moment.

The face suddenly sank, and at this moment, the scarred general opened his bloody mouth and bit towards Jin Weizun's left cheek like a beast!

The scar-faced barbarian general already knew that he would die tonight, and the injuries on his body made it impossible for him to stand up, and he couldn't even lift a bamboo. But even so, he was still able to bite the old thief to death!

He could no longer feel the pain in his body. He only felt an extremely hot body, which he could only vent by biting hard!

"Ahhhhhh!!" Jin Weizun, who was bitten on the left cheek, screamed uncontrollably, but his hand was still tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, and he was still stirring!

The barbarian's internal organs should have been crushed by now, how could he have the strength to bite himself!

At the same time, an urgent cry sounded from the side.

"Your Majesty!"

Xiao Yiming, who was fighting with Yan Cheng, heard Jin Weizu's scream and turned away hurriedly. Seeing this scene made him anxious and angry.

However, the barbarian general in front of him was entangled with the wolf, and it was difficult for him to get away to help.

But how could he just watch the prince being bitten to death? In a hurry, Xiao Yiming dodged Yan Cheng's attack and hurriedly ran towards Jin Weizun.

Yan Cheng was aware of the fight between the two men. Bai Hanzi's injuries were beyond recovery. Yan Cheng was heartbroken, and this grief made him even angrier.

So he threw the broken knife in his hand towards Xiao Yiming who was running towards Jin Weizun!

"My Lord! I'm here to help you!"

Xiao Yiming, who had already rushed to Jin Weizu's side, was about to cut off the back of the scarred barbarian's neck with a knife, but his hand had just been raised.

There was a "pop" sound.

His pupils shrank, and the hand holding the knife loosened uncontrollably, and the broken knife fell to the ground with a clang.

His body stiffened, and then he staggered forward two steps.

“Not dead yet!!!!!”

Jin Weizun's face was mad with pain, he was roaring like a madman, and his right hand was spinning violently.

Finally, the teeth embedded in the flesh stopped moving. Jin Weizun gritted his teeth and pushed the face away with great effort, but this push tore off a piece of flesh from his face.

"Hiss——" He took a breath, but heard a faint voice behind him:

"Your Majesty."

Jin Weizun turned his head and Xiao Yiming's pale face came into his sight, and behind him was the vicious wolf that pounced on him!

"Be careful! The wolf is coming!" Jin Weizun roared and twisted his body to retreat.

But it was too late.

The wolf king pounced on Xiao Yiming fiercely, and both the man and the wolf rolled to the ground.

Jin Weizun had already escaped from the scarred barbarian general, but he had not yet taken out the sword that had pierced the scarred barbarian general's abdomen. He was trying hard to draw the sword when he heard the sound of running. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Yan Cheng's furious face.

"You deserve to die, old bastard!"

Yan Cheng roared angrily and threw Jin Weizun to the ground.

The rage in his chest was burning more and more fiercely. In order to kill this old man, too many clansmen died tonight. Yan Cheng fell into madness. He pressed Jin Weizun under him, waving his bloody fists and smashing towards Jin Weizun's face like a storm!

Jin Weizun hurriedly waved his arms to block, but he couldn't block a single punch.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

Under the bombardment of punch after punch, Jin Weizu's eye socket was cracked, his nose was broken, his teeth were shattered and fell out, and the left side of his face where a piece of flesh was bitten off slowly became sunken, and dirty blood gushed out from his gradually distorted face.

“Die die die die die!!”

Yan Cheng's eyes were bloodshot, and he was still waving his fists vigorously and yelling like a madman.

until--

An arm suddenly hooked around his neck and he was pulled back, only then did he gradually regain consciousness.

Yan Cheng was about to struggle to break free from the restraints, but he felt his neck loosen and the hand had been released.

He hurriedly crawled forward a few steps, turning his head to look while gasping for breath.

What caught the eye was Xiao Yiming, who had his hands hanging down and looked haggard. He was hunched over and seemed unable to even stand steadily.

His head, face, and neck were covered with claw marks and bite marks. His clothes were torn, and there were countless wounds of varying sizes. Blood was gushing from his rolled up flesh, and he almost looked like a bloody man.

The moon was shining brightly, Xiao Yiming's eyes were dull and his whole body was still shaking.

Jin Weizun was lying on the ground with his limbs spread out, motionless. His face was so tragic that it was difficult to make out. It looked like a mass of sunken rotten flesh.