After gathering the seven deadly sins brothers, summon the younger sister!

The collision of weapons only adds to the absurdity.

After going to such lengths to guard against foreign enemies, what ended up happening was a internal strife within the imperial city.

Before leaving in anger, he sent a large number of elite troops to guard the palace, but he never thought that this move would play into the hands of others.

There are two very famous families in Chizhao.

One is the Ji family. Their ancestors were unknown people, but they were rewarded with official positions because of their merits. Their descendants produced many talented people and were highly valued by the monarch. Ji Changzheng reached the highest peak and became the General Tiance, which was feared by the world.

The second is the Ji family, which is a family of generals. Their ancestors have been capable of leading troops to fight. The prestige they have accumulated in the court is incomparable to that of the other Ji family.

Ji Zexuan was hailed as a genius of the younger generation, but unfortunately he died in the Battle of Yuding. General Ji's other sons were mediocre in talent, so how could he feel good about this?

Now that the two families are fighting, it would be the worst situation.

They all command heavy troops and have countless followers. If they must determine the winner, the result will only be extremely tragic.

"Zheng——"

The sword whistled.

In the chaotic fight, Ji Changzheng and General Ji had fought for dozens of rounds.

The two swords collided, creating a dazzling spark.

"Can't we just stop and talk?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"General Ji..."

"Nagamasa, you are particularly noisy today!"

The old general used both arms to push him away, his qi sinking into his dantian, veins popping out on his forehead:

"……kill!!!"

The collision between the two armies was like a raging wave hitting the mountain wall, causing violent blood splashing.

Does it say no clothes? With the same robe.

When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my spears and halberds to share the same hatred with you!

You and I wear the same battle armor and should face the common enemy.

Why would we stab our comrades with sharp spears now?

Ji Shushi and Ji Zhenliu were brave outside and seldom shed tears, but today they had to pierce their companions' flesh and blood with tears in their eyes.

The fighting continued, the shouts were deafening, and the blood sprayed like a fine rain.

Blood splattered on Ji Changzheng's cheeks, causing him to gasp for breath as his memory went back to a rainy day many years ago.

"call out--"

"call out--"

A twelve-year-old boy was swinging a sword alone in the yard, and a drizzle fell from the gloomy sky.

General Ji, who came to visit, greeted him with a smile: "Forget how I taught you? This sword technique emphasizes footwork and approach skills."

He casually drew the sword from his waist and explained while demonstrating:

"Your ability to control your steps is still too poor. How can you quickly approach your opponent and keep him within your attack range at all times?"

The young man stood aside and watched attentively, then he bowed respectfully to him and said, "Nagamasa, I will teach you."

"Hahahaha, you're a smart kid. You'll definitely surpass me soon."

General Ji sheathed his sword. The rain had soaked the two men. They smiled at each other and then pushed the door open to go into the house.

The Ji couple were away from home all year round, and the entire family depended on the eldest son to raise them. General Ji from another family saw that the child had good potential, so he often came to visit, talk to him, and teach him martial arts.

It's fate. Our surnames sound the same, so when outsiders call us, they think we are a family.

Raindrops dripped from the eaves. Inside the house, Ji Changzheng poured him a cup of tea and they had a long conversation with each other amidst the symphony of heaven and earth.

"Nagamasa, you don't have to take me as an example. I'm not always clear-headed. Who knows, I might get confused about something in the future."

He picked up the cup and took a sip, then looked at the boy sitting across from him, who was as straight as a pine tree, with a smile on his face: "When the time comes, I'll have to ask you to wake me up."

Ji Changzheng put his hands on his knees and said calmly and dignifiedly: "Okay."

"So the agreement is settled. I'll practice with you for a while when the rain stops."

"Please give it your all."

"Hahahaha, of course. I wouldn't dare look down on you because of your age."

They were both teachers and friends, and they supported each other, which is why they became the most trusted right-hand men of Emperor Chi Zhao in the future.

Ji Changzheng's memory became clearer.

After the rain stopped that day, the other party demonstrated his skills in the yard.

With exquisite footwork control, he always keeps the enemy within his attack range.

Like now.

"呲-"

It was the sound of metal breaking through flesh.

The long sword pierced General Ji's heart with a quick, fierce and accurate blow.

That day, it was light rain that fell on Ji Changzheng's face in the yard.

What fell that day was the hot blood of our commander.

"puff--"

"Cough cough cough-"

General Ji opened his eyes wide, and his gradually cloudy eyeballs stared at Ji Changzheng, staring at the man's lonely and sad figure with half-covered eyelashes.

"Bam—"

He fell to the ground with a thud, his chest aching so much that he felt suffocated. He turned his eyes with difficulty to look at the piles of corpses around him, and at the azure sky without a trace of impurities. His pupils suddenly shrank and tears fell.

"Nagamasa..."

The depressed man slowly lowered his body, placed his sword on the ground, and knelt on one knee.

Ji Changzheng held his trembling hand and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm here."

General Ji couldn't help coughing a few times, blood rushed up and his throat was burning with pain.

"Guard the Imperial Seal..."

"Guard well... Your Majesty..."

"Protect our... Chi Zhao..."

In the last moment before his death, he was surprisingly lucid, full of remorse and self-blame, and ashamed to face the souls of the deceased soldiers.

Just like that day, Ji Changzheng responded with a simple word: "Okay."

——When the time comes, I'll have to ask you to wake me up.

--it is good.

As his breath gradually weakened, General Ji slowly and heavily closed his eyes.

"You...your body movements have improved again..."

The last sentence is one of indescribable relief and pride.

Suddenly, Ji Changzheng exerted force with his hands and tightly grasped the man's blood-stained and gradually cooling palm.

His head was bowed very low, and his fallen hair completely concealed his expression at the moment.

In just a few breaths, he stood up immediately, his tall body slender, like a sword supporting heaven and earth.

"Hurry up and treat the wounded."

Corpses were strewn all over the ground and blood flowed like a river. No one had recovered from this tragic war.

Both sides were led by elite troops, and everywhere they looked were corpses.

Looking at this hellish scene, the twins were stunned for a moment before they came to their senses and shouted at the top of their lungs: "Quick! Help!!"

The wind brought blood from afar.

The furious man in a quiet forest suddenly flew into a rage and stabbed a man in embroidered clothes with a sword.

Furious: "Get out of here!"

He suddenly pulled out the broadsword that had pierced the opponent's chest, and kicked the corpse away violently.

Jealousy's palm, which was holding the sword, was still numb and painful. He frowned and said coldly, "These people are obviously delaying our return to the palace. This is not a solution."

There are simply no way to kill all the enemies.

Ji Wangbai was breathing heavily, and he looked tired, which was rare. "If they are trying to stop us like this, something must have happened in the palace."

"Break through with me!"

He roared in rage, his face looking as terrifying as a Shura crawling out of hell.

The tall and straight figure was as majestic as a jade, and a dangerous and oppressive feeling suddenly came over me.

Ji Wangbai looked at Jealousy with determination in his eyes.

They took a deep breath, tried to draw on the almost exhausted internal energy in their bodies, and clenched their five fingers tightly around the sword.

kill--