The First Tyrant of Daxia

The man who came had a square face and was a burly barbarian. He had a long sword in his hand and was unstoppable!

"Emperor of Daxia!"

"You can't run away!"

He shouted in the awkward Central Plains dialect, his eyes full of blood.

The Daxia soldiers wanted to protect the emperor, but were stopped.

Seeing people getting closer and closer, despite such a crisis, Qin Yun was not panicked at all, and he didn't even have the desire to raise his sword.

The Turkic general showed a look of crazy joy!

He felt that Qin Yun was frightened and stunned.

boom!

There was a loud noise.

That was Yue Nu's Juque sweeping in all directions, and the hooves of three Turkic war horses were chopped off.

The horse neighed, fell to the ground with a thud, and blood spurted out.

The Turkic general fell heavily to the ground, and no one knew how many bones were broken. The scene was in chaos.

"what……"

He screamed, rolled on the ground, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

Xia's army rushed over and fought with his personal guards.

He endured the pain and tried to get up. After all, this was a battlefield and there was no chance to breathe.

But his eyes froze, and a tall figure appeared above his head, like a god or a devil, with a cold smile on his lips.

"Emperor Daxia!"

The Turkic general exclaimed, and a huge sense of crisis emerged.

"Over the years, there have been so many people who wanted to kill me, and you can't even get a number."

Qin Yun said this quietly, and then swung the long knife in his hand towards his neck at a terrifying speed.

"not good!"

The Turkic general's face suddenly changed and he rolled over violently to avoid the fatal blow.

He gasped for breath and had no time to pick up the long knife.

Puff!

Qin Yun's second strike successfully cut off his neck.

His head fell to the ground, and the decisive Qin Yun picked up his hair with one hand and threw it out of the battlefield with all his strength.

He yelled wildly: "Yuan Gu!"

"Wait for me, don't run!"

"The next one is you!"

boom!

The head rolled down and landed on the grass about ten meters in front of Yuan Gu.

Zaha and the others' faces changed, and they said in horror: "It is... it is the head of General Xiao Bolu..."

Yuan Gu's face looked slightly ugly, but he was not panicked. He was good at planning and always had control over the overall situation.

Although the Xia army is powerful, it cannot last long. Two thousand people cannot hold out for too long.

He turned his head to look at the burly servant and said hoarsely, "Jin Xilie, go up and try."

"Be careful, the emperor is surrounded by a group of experts."

"If you really can't kill the emperor, just chop off Mu Le's head. He has no resistance anymore."

"During this negotiation, we were suppressed everywhere. We need to get something back now."

"Yes!" Jin Xilie nodded dully, showing great respect for Yuan Gu.

Then he walked into the battlefield unarmed, without armor, weapons, or even a warhorse.

When the Turks saw him coming, they consciously began to take cover.

The battle that Qin Yun led his army in had entered a white-hot stage. In order to capture Qin Yun, the 5,000 Turks were forced to move sideways continuously.

It was actually getting closer to Dagukou little by little.

Mu Le did not have time to be sent away and was always protected by the Jinyiwei.

Qin Yun yelled subconsciously: "Mu Le!"

"Kill that deputy general for me!"

He roared like thunder, but there was no response for a long time.

He looked back and saw that in the midst of the chaos, under the protection of the Jinyiwei, Mu Le was squatting on the spot with his head in his hands, trembling!

Suddenly, Qin Yun was stunned.

Including Yue Nu and others, they were shocked...

Is this Mule?

How could he be shaking!

He was a mighty general who had once made a name for himself on the battlefield of Xiliang!

But Mu Le was really squatting there, trembling, holding his head, like a mentally ill civilian. The fighting stimulated him and made him scared!

At that moment, Qin Yun felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife!

There are too many mysteries in my mind to be solved.

He gritted his teeth and rushed towards Mu Le with a grim expression.

suddenly!

A huge hand stretched out from the chaotic army and grabbed the front hoof of Qin Yun's horse!

"hiss!!"

The horse felt pain and stood on tiptoe and neighed.

Qin Yun was nearly knocked over. He looked down and his eyes widened. Wasn't this the guard beside Yuan Gu?

A sense of crisis came over.

"Your Majesty, be careful!"

Yue Nu and Feng Lao saw that Mu Le was distracted, and rushed over frantically.

But it was a second too late.

Jin Xilie roared, his veins exposed, and he grabbed the front hoof of the warhorse with one hand and pushed with his shoulder, actually sending the warhorse and Qin Yun flying together.

With a bang, the warhorse vomited blood and flew into the air.

Qin Yun's body was unbalanced, and he felt as if he was hit by a chariot.

There were clanging sounds, and dozens of Turkic spears below were erected, pointing at him.

As long as it falls, it will be pierced into a hedgehog.

"His Majesty!"

Yue Nu Leng’s pretty face turned pale and she rushed forward recklessly.

And Old Feng was held back by Jin Xilie.

"what!"

Qin Yun roared, and at the moment of desperation, he burst out with huge potential.

He pressed his legs hard on the warhorse's back to gain leverage and bounce his body up a little.

Pfft!

The warhorse was pierced by dozens of spears, and with a loud bang, the ground shook.

Qin Yun fell down in a panic, used his long sword to poke the ground, and rolled several times before he escaped from danger.

He grimaced in pain. Although he avoided the fatal blow, his thigh was still scratched by the spear. The wound was not deep, but it was burning painful!

"His Majesty!"

Yue Nu arrived in a flash, and Feng Lao got rid of Jin Xilie without a fight. He led his men to protect him immediately and quickly created a vacuum zone.

"It's my fault. I was careless." Yue Nu burst into tears and covered Qin Yun's thigh with her delicate hands.

Qin Yun frowned and gritted his teeth: "It's okay!"

"How long will it take for Xiao Jian to arrive?"

"It should be soon. The light cavalry's speed will not be slower than that of the Turks!" said Mr. Feng.

Qin Yun looked around and nodded: "The overall situation is stable!"

As he said that, his face changed: “Where’s Mu Le?!”

The Jinyiwei were shocked and looked behind them one after another.

Jin Xilie's figure reappeared in the midst of the chaotic army, and at his feet lay the elite soldiers of Daxia, piled up like a small hill.

He didn't look like someone in a war, he looked out of place, and walked step by step towards Mu Le who was squatting on the ground and trembling.

It seemed that he was only one step away, but Mu Le still didn't react at all. He was afraid in his own world and completely lost his ability.

You know, he is almost invincible on horseback!

This gap is too big.

Qin Yun realized that something was wrong, his face suddenly changed, his eyes widened, and he said hysterically: "A Le!!"

"careful!"

He took a step forward and the Jinyiwei followed him.

But Jin Xilie was born to be a butcher. He left no chance at all and smashed his millstone-sized fist into the back of Mu Le's head, creating a gust of wind and even a roar!

Not to mention a human brain, he could easily smash even a stone!

"How dare you?!" Qin Yun roared, his hair standing on end with rage.

Everyone's scalp tingled and their expressions were terrified. General Mu Le had just been rescued, and now something was about to happen?

But a figure appeared behind Jin Xilie. It was Feng Lao. He swooped over at the first instant, at a speed so fast that it was difficult to catch him.

His turbid eyes shot out a sharp light, and he stretched out two fingers, like a magic sword!

At the critical moment, it was inserted into a key acupuncture point on Jin Xilie's burly body.

"Ah!" Even a cold-blooded butcher like Jin Xilie couldn't help but let out a scream. The muscles in his right hand spasmed and the strength of his fist instantly weakened by at least 60 to 70 percent.