The First Tyrant of Daxia

What followed was a lot of shouting and killing!

It comes suddenly and catches people off guard.

Everyone in the back hall looked unhappy.

Only Qin Yun smiled.

After a long period of repression and humiliation, the emperor saw a glimmer of hope and rushed in with his trusted subordinates.

boom!

They were so fast that they kicked over the huge screen and knocked over many vases.

Because the distance was not far, otherwise the bang bang bang sound would not be so clear, making the emperor unbearable.

"Emperor of Daxia!"

"Bitch!"

"You are so unscrupulous!"

"I will kill you today!" The old emperor rushed in with a hunched body, his face ashen and red, and he was furious.

Following behind him were a large number of Japanese generals, all of whom were enraged at this moment.

Although their army surrendered, they still had some guards around them. Their weapons were confiscated, but they all hid short blades in their sleeves just in case.

In the Yamato-den, the fighting was terrible.

The screams continued to come in, which was no less than a mutiny.

When the emperor rushed in, he was already prepared for the possibility of seeing two bodies entangled together. Thinking of this, he wanted to die.

But when he saw the scene in the back hall, he and the dozens of people behind him were stunned.

Qin Yun was sitting on a valuable golden nanmu chair, holding a cup of tea in his hand, looking at him with interest.

Behind him stood rows of royal guards, their eyes grim and their movements in unison, their swords already in their hands.

Dozens of people paused, and the pace of the charge slowed down.

"Tsk tsk, Your Majesty, what do you mean? Do you want to kill me?"

The Japanese Emperor's old face changed and he suddenly felt uneasy.

He glanced at Queen Fujiwara, who was standing there in neat clothes. There was no...

What was that sound just now?

"you!"

"You deliberately!"

Qin Yun smiled and said, "I thought you were getting old and confused, but I didn't expect you still have some brains."

"Since you know that I deliberately led you to assassinate me, why don't you kneel down and surrender?"

The faces of dozens of Japanese people suddenly changed.

The emperor's eyes turned fierce.

Coughing violently: "Cough cough cough...so what?!"

"You are too arrogant. Today this is where you will be buried!"

"With just a dozen of you, do you think you can stop them? No one outside your palace can get in!"

"Go ahead, capture the emperor alive and chop that bitch into pieces!"

He roared, extremely angry, determined to wash away the shame.

If Qin Yun hadn't humiliated him like this, he wouldn't have taken such a risk.

Qin Yun was not flustered and smiled disdainfully: "Oh, really?"

"Listen, whose scream is that outside the palace?"

This light sentence instantly made the Japanese people who were taking the risk pause, and then their faces turned strange.

The screams faintly heard outside the palace seemed to be all in Japanese accents...

"not good!"

someone exclaimed.

The emperor's face suddenly turned pale. It was clearly not like this when he rushed in just now!

Seeing this, Fujiwara's beautiful eyes flashed with contempt, and she even found it funny.

Are we playing house?

Qin Yun slowly stood up. He was also wearing a dragon robe, but in terms of temperament and majesty, he crushed the Emperor of Japan.

"Your opportunities are all given to you by me."

"You are not worthy of being my opponent. I just want you to tear up the surrender agreement on your own initiative so that I can rule over the entire Japanese people."

"Now your usefulness has ended, go to hell!"

He said lightly, rubbing the Japanese Emperor's self-esteem to the ground.

"what!"

"You're going too far!"

"This emperor will die with you!" The Emperor of Japan roared fiercely, his hair was disheveled, and he looked like he was insane. He rushed forward.

He knew he couldn't survive, so he might as well give it a try.

The Japanese generals behind him also roared and rushed over: "Kill!"

"Die for the Emperor!"

Qin Yun was extremely disdainful, and he was not even panicked when he was five meters in front of him.

It's ridiculous that these Japanese people are fighting for such a useless old man.

I saw him wave his hand lightly.

More than a dozen men in brocade clothes rushed out with the roar of swords and steel knives in an instant.

The two sides fought fiercely in the noble and magnificent back hall.

No, it's not a fierce battle, it's a massacre!

The Jinyiwei were as cold-blooded as killers from hell. They swung their swords and hacked the opponents to pieces.

"what!"

puff...

Boom!

"My hand, my hand!" A Japanese man fell to the ground screaming and rolling on the ground. One of his arms was broken and it was extremely bloody.

"Kill, kill him!"

"what!"

"..."

Blood was spilled all over the back hall, turning the precious white sable fur blood red, and the huge folding screens that took a lot of time to make were also stained with plum blossoms.

Corpses fell one after another, and few were intact.

In this kind of fight, the Jinyiwei are simply invincible.

Fujiwara looked at this scene with a pale face, her pretty face turned pale, her body went limp, and she almost vomited.

She couldn't help but look away, but saw Qin Yun, who was calm and even drinking tea.

I was terrified. What kind of man was this?

It has come to this, but you are still so leisurely and don't even call for reinforcements. Is he really confident, or just pretending to be invincible?

The battle lasted only three minutes.

The emperor's desperate gamble brought the matter to an end.

The fighting outside the hall also stopped. Fresh blood flowed from the Yamato Hall and flowed down the stairs. It was so horrifying!

Du Juan, Deng Gu and others came in to report.

"His Majesty!"

"The outside has been cleared."

After hearing this, Qin Yun withdrew his gaze from Fujiwara's chest.

He walked towards the Japanese Emperor who was struggling to stand up in the open space in the back hall. There were corpses lying all around him, the scene was horrific.

However, there were no casualties among the Jinyiwei.

boom!

With one kick, he knocked down the emperor, who was so frail that he had almost no hair.

Boom!

He fell to the ground, breathless, unable to stand up again.

It was quiet.

He shed tears of blood unwillingly and stared at Qin Yun: "The millions of dead souls in Japan will haunt you forever, and you won't have an easy life!"

He uttered the most vicious curse.

Qin Yun sneered and looked down heroically.

He said domineeringly: "Well, I will wait for you and kill you again in my dream!"

The tone is sonorous, firm and confident.

The Emperor of Japan had a grayish face. Seeing that Qin Yun showed no emotion at all, he was full of disdain, and felt even more aggrieved and uncomfortable.

"what!"

puff!

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

The foundation of a country was destroyed, he was humiliated repeatedly, his queen was taken away, and he died suddenly in endless resentment and humiliation.

boom!

The back of his head hit the ground heavily.

Qin Yun didn't even bother to attack him, and said calmly: "Drag all the bodies out and hang them on the city wall of Shenjing!"

"Announce to the world, the Emperor of Japan has torn up the surrender agreement and set up a scam to lure me into the palace. The conspiracy has failed. From now on, anyone who dares to disobey me will end up like them!"

"Yes!" Everyone clasped their fists and the noise was loud. It was finally done!

"In addition, all the Japanese civil and military officials, dignitaries, and those who are involved, and anyone who has the ability to rebel, no matter how many, will be killed!"

His voice was loud and terrifying.

Fujiwara's pretty face was horrified, her body trembled. Massacre of the city? Massacre of the country?