The First Tyrant of Daxia

Just as he was trying his best, Qin Ci rolled over and fell off his horse, taking Yelu with him.

Boom!

The two men fell down, raising dust, but quickly got up and engaged in hand-to-hand combat.

Bang bang bang!

They fought each other with punches hitting each other's flesh. Yelu Yan's fist could kill a cow. It was scary at first sight, but Qin Ci was at ease and did not lose the upper hand.

An incense stick of time passed, and the two were still fighting, with no winner decided.

The main reason is that they cannot distinguish between life and death, which makes both of them fearful.

Qin Yun had no choice but to change the rules: "Whoever falls to the ground first loses!"

When the two heard this, their eyes suddenly became stern and they roared and rushed towards each other. Yelu Yan had been wrestling since he was a child, so he was naturally not afraid.

He grabbed Qin Ci's waist with both hands, pulled him up like a raw carrot, and threw him to the ground.

"Hmph!" Qin Ci snorted coldly, steadied his lower body, and then punched Yelu Yan in the ear.

"Ah!" He screamed, then stepped back, suffering from tinnitus.

"Come again!"

He rushed over again, Qin Ci's eyes lit up, he found the right opportunity, and slid under his crotch.

"Not good!" Yelu Yan's face changed drastically. She had no time to react and her knee was hit hard. She fell to her knees with a bang and the ground even cracked.

Qin Ci was very agile. He pressed his head with one hand from behind and knocked it hard to the ground.

As long as you bump into something, you lose. Although you don’t fall down, it is more embarrassing than falling down, and it is almost like bowing down.

But the moment he hit the ground, Qin Ci retracted half of his strength, breathing heavily, and remained in his original position.

Yelu Yan's veins were exposed, and he supported himself on the ground with both hands. A trace of cold sweat slid down his forehead, and his pupils were fixed on the ground. It turned out that there was a sharp stone, which was almost only a finger's width away from his right eye.

If this button is pressed, at least one eye will be lost.

This scene shocked all the people present, especially the Jurchens, whose faces turned pale and their eyes were fixed. The general had actually been defeated!

If King Shunxun is so good at fighting, then what about Mu Leheya and his ilk...

When did the Han people become so powerful? Since ancient times, the Han people have been inferior to them in martial arts.

Under the night sky, Yeluyan's fighting spirit faded. With regret and unwillingness, he gritted his teeth and said, "I lost."

"Hmph!" Qin Ci snorted and withdrew his hand. It was obvious to the naked eye that he was very tired and was breathing heavily.

"Brother Emperor, I have fulfilled my mission!" He bowed.

Qin Yun laughed: "Hahaha, thank you for your hard work, my brother is brave and valiant, this is a good press!"

He praised, no wonder the aristocratic families wanted to support the eleventh brother, he was indeed a rare talent.

As for himself, he could only press the heads of Murong Shunhua and others, which was considered to be a great success in their respective fields.

"Yelü Yan, are you satisfied now? Take care of yourself. There are many people in Daxia who can deal with you. Tomorrow we will open Mangguan Pass and let the Xia army enter." Qin Yun turned around and led his men away in a cool manner.

Yelu Yan was panting and stood on the ground watching him leave. She didn't come to her senses for a long time and felt very frustrated.

Even if the emperor didn't die and the demon queen didn't cause trouble, the Jurchens might not be able to stop the wolves surrounding them, right? Perhaps only the Xiongnu could stop Daxia, and only she could fight Qin Yun.

The combination of night and the sound of wind, and the endless number of tents are quite shocking.

On Qin Yun's way back, Qin Ci couldn't help but ask, "Brother Emperor, do you really want to trust Yelu Yan? I always feel that he has bad intentions."

Qin Yun took a deep breath and looked far away: "Not really. It is impossible for this person to collude with Fan Yin. It is likely that he also wants to protect himself. As for whether he is loyal or not, I don't know."

"We will continue our journey as usual tomorrow. We will divide our forces into two groups, front and back, to support each other. If he tries to play tricks, we will fight him!"

"Yes!" Everyone clasped their fists.

"By the way, Mr. Feng, Yelu Yan said that Ganfu will come to obstruct the army's advance. Whether it is true or not, arrange people to investigate immediately. If Ganfu really comes, I will chop off his head as a gift for entering Jincheng!" A hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Yes!" Mr. Feng said in a deep voice.

Although he was only in charge of the Jinyiwei, he was the one who did the intelligence work most of the time.

Everyone dispersed. Qin Yun rubbed the wound on his waist that was itchy and painful due to healing, and planned to go into the main tent to rest directly.

But when he reached the southwest of the big tent, his eyes flashed and he saw a tent with a light on. It was Jingyi's tent.

Mr. Feng wanted to follow Qin Yun, so she had no choice but to follow him, at least she couldn't leave for the time being.

"Don't follow me, I'm going to walk alone."

"Yes!" The confidants retreated and stopped following. The area within a few miles was filled with Daxia's army, with more than a hundred thousand people, so they were not afraid of any danger.

Qin Yun put his hands behind his back and walked towards Jingyi's tent at a leisurely pace. Perhaps it was men's nature that he had a natural desire to challenge and curiosity about certain taboo things.

Crash.

The sound of flowing water was very slight and not noticeable in the military camp late at night.

Qin Yun approached, his footsteps as fast as a ghost. After thinking for a moment, he picked up a sharp stone from the ground and cut the white military tent, leaving a small hole.

He bent over and looked secretly. The sentries standing guard around saw it, felt embarrassed and looked away quickly.

In fact, he just wanted to take a look without disturbing anyone, and he had no ill intentions.

Inside the tent, there was no erotic scene, but rather Master Jingyi bending over to wash her hair in a silver basin.

Usually she used a wooden hairpin to tie her hair up, and you wouldn't be able to tell that her hair was so smooth, black and long. Now that she had washed her hair, her long hair was wet and draped over her shoulders, full of femininity.

The water drops flowed down her snow-white chin and into her throat...

Gulu!

Qin Yun swallowed subconsciously. He didn't expect Jing Yi to have such a side to her. She was like a lotus emerging from water!

She had almost finished washing and wiped her hair carefully with a towel until it stopped dripping. She then let it fall casually on her shoulders, looking very beautiful.

Then she blew out the candle and could see nothing.

Qin Yun was anxious and tried to look with his eyes wide open, but he could only see a human figure. A flash of disappointment crossed his eyes, and he could only leave quietly.

He couldn't sleep the whole night, his mind was full of the image of Jingyi washing her hair. Although it was just washing her hair, it was enough to make him imagine it.

Shoulder locks, head presses, weight lifting…

Only after spending a long time with her at close range did he realize the beauty of Master Jingyi, which made him subconsciously bolder.

The next day, the sun rises.

He only managed to sleep for a short while as he was tormented by the evil thoughts in his mind all night. At this moment, the 180,000-strong army was divided into two armies, the front and rear, and was ready to march towards Mangguan.

In the chariot, he snored loudly, catching up on his sleep.

Jing Yi was walking with Feng Lao. She frowned and glanced at the chariot: "Your Majesty seems to be getting weaker and weaker. Not only is he sleepy, but his eyes are also a little dazed. It should be caused by the previous injury. He needs to be nourished."