The First Tyrant of Daxia

Wanyan Honglie's eyes flashed with a trace of pity, and he thought to himself that it would be better for me to chop than for Qin Yun to chop. He raised his long sword, gritted his teeth, and chopped with all his strength at a very fast speed.

puff……

Blood gushed out, and Wu Zeng's arm was broken directly, it was extremely bloody.

"what!!"

A heart-wrenching scream came out of Wu Zeng's mouth. He pinched his broken arm, rolled on the ground, and even banged his head on the ground, in great pain.

Clang.

Wanyan Honglie frowned deeply, gritted his teeth and threw away his long sword, not looking at Wu Zeng: "Come here, drag him away!"

"Yes!" Several members of the Restoration Army had grim expressions on their faces and quickly stepped forward to take the people away, obviously to take them away for treatment.

"Wait." Qin Yun's faint voice sounded again, and he took two steps forward.

Everyone paused, looking unhappy.

Wanyan Honglie suddenly raised his head, finally getting a little impatient, and said, "One hand for another, it's fair enough, isn't this explanation enough to satisfy you?"

Qin Yun looked straight into his eyes, tense and ready: "What do you think?"

Suddenly, the atmosphere on the scene began to take a sharp turn for the worse. The followers of both sides moved closer together with unfriendly looks, and the several thousand troops also began to get restless!

Just like that, the two looked at each other for a long time, even the sound of their breathing was so clear.

Wanyan Honglie was the first to lose the battle and sighed, "Does it have to be like this?"

Qin Yun sneered: "You know my temper. In the battle on the grassland, I killed hundreds of thousands of soldiers. Do you think I can tolerate any sand in my eyes?"

"To be honest, I am not satisfied with your explanation!"

"Some debts must be repaid, and it is definitely not just a matter of an arm. You should know better than anyone how much the entire Restoration Army owes me!"

Wanyan Honglie clenched his fists, said nothing, and struggled violently.

Wu Zeng, who was supported, sweated profusely. He looked pale and said, "Your Majesty, can't you see it?"

"It's easier to invite a god than to send him away. Daxia doesn't take you seriously at all. You can't negotiate with him anymore. Daxia is ambitious!" He tried his best to fan the flames, fearing that Wanyan Honglie would be soft-hearted and give away his life.

He is now a completely frightened bird.

Wuming, who is always cold and taciturn, was speechless. This guy really wanted to meet the King of Hell as soon as possible.

As expected, Qin Yun's eyes were filled with murderous intent. Even when he was present, he dared to fan the flames like this. How presumptuous would he be when he was not around?

It can be confirmed that this person must be a major driving force behind the Restoration Army's rebellion.

"Die!" he roared, quickly pulling out the scimitar from Wuming's waist.

"No!" Wanyan Honglie exclaimed, his face changed drastically.

His personal guard reacted and shouted, "Protect the military advisor!"

Bang bang bang!

The Jinyiwei attacked like a ghost and quickly defeated the opponent.

Qin Yun swept his sword across the air, and even made a sound of breaking through the air: "Old man, on behalf of Yan Zhong, I want to kill you!"

Wu Zeng was so frightened that his facial features almost froze, and he subconsciously stretched out his left hand, which was still intact, to block.

puff……

"Ah!!" He let out another heart-wrenching scream, his facial features twisted in pain. Although someone protected him and pulled him away half a step at the critical moment, his palm was still cut in half.

It looks bloodier and more painful.

"Enough!" Wanyan Honglie roared, his face changing drastically. If this continued, the situation would get out of control, which was not the situation he wanted to see.

But Qin Yun would never compromise and personally dragged him down and chased him down!

"what!"

"Help!" The senior generals of the Restoration Army roared, their eyes bloodshot, and quickly led their troops to charge.

"Asshole, you dare to start a fight first!" Yan Zhong cursed, drew his sword and rushed forward fearlessly, as if he had been injected with chicken blood: "Kill!!"

"Kill!" The shouts of killing reached the sky, and the Daxia army was in chaos.

At the critical moment, under the escort of the Jinyiwei, Qin Yun slashed with a knife, cutting Wu Zeng's old face and leaving a sexy little cut on his hooked nose.

Wu Zeng's screams were almost numb.

boom!

Qin Yun kicked again, so fast that others couldn't see clearly, and Wu Zeng's whole body fell off the platform like a kite with a broken string.

Bang, bang, bang... The back of his head and spine kept hitting the steps, leaving a pool of blood on the ground, and the sound of broken bones was clearly audible.

After he rolled over, he stopped. His body was limp and he couldn't even scream. Blood was dripping down the stairs.

Dead, dead?

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then the Restoration Army reacted and shouted, "Military Advisor!"

"Go, avenge the military advisor!" The Jurchens roared and drew out their scimitars. The situation was completely out of control!

At the critical moment, Wanyan Honglie was shaking with anger, and roared with a sullen face: "Stop!!"

The sound was deafening and echoed all around. All the furious Restoration Army paused and stopped halfway up the steps of the high platform, staring upwards.

"His Majesty!"

"Military advisor, he's dead!"

"The Emperor of Daxia doesn't want to negotiate at all!" Gnashing teeth voices were heard everywhere.

"Back off!" Wanyan Honglie roared again, his eyes red. Although he was angry, he remained rational. Wu Zeng's death was inevitable, and he didn't want the situation to get worse.

It would be better to swallow the anger and proceed to the next step of the meeting, making Wu Zeng's death more worthwhile.

Click, click, click!

The furious Restoration Army gnashed their teeth, but ultimately did not dare to disobey the order and just slowly retreated.

Kou Tianxiong and other elite troops, at Qin Yun's signal, also retreated like the tide.

The situation that was about to explode was suppressed. Both sides were unwilling to accept the defeat and kept snorting.

Clang.

Qin Yun threw away the bloody knife and looked coldly at Wu Zeng, whose body looked miserable and not even intact.

"Bah!" He spat fiercely. The old man got away with it, but he also understood that Wu Zeng couldn't be the biggest driving force behind the scenes. The most likely person was Fanyin!

At this time, Wanyan Honglie on the high platform took a deep breath, tried to calm himself, frowned and said hoarsely: "Are you satisfied now?"

Qin Yun waved his hand, and all the Jinyiwei retreated. Then he walked to the side of the long gilded table and sat down, saying calmly: "A mad dog died. Now we can continue the conversation."

Wanyan Honglie glanced at the tall guards he had carefully selected. He didn't want to be weak, but after just one encounter, he was beaten black and blue by the Jinyiwei. He knew that he was still not good enough.

He sat on the gilded chair, poured a bowl of wine himself, drank it all, and then exhaled a breath of foul air!

boom!

He knocked the bowl on the table, looked at Qin Yun opposite him with red eyes, and said: "The Restoration Army started with you, I understand!"

"I understand all the great principles!"

"So, make your conditions. What conditions will make you willing to withdraw from the Jurchens? I don't want to go to war with you, so let's make it clear all at once."

"When we meet again, we are strangers!"

Suddenly, Wuming and others were furious. What right did he have to let Daxia withdraw from the Jurchens? This was killing the donkey after it had done its work! They were about to scold him, but were stopped by Qin Yun.

Then he leaned forward and said coldly: "Do you know what you are talking about?"