The First Tyrant of Daxia

Qin Yun kicked his legs hard and fell forward suddenly, but he was still a step too late.

Chi!

The sharp blade swept across his shoulder, leaving a wound, and blood immediately gushed out.

Qin Yun felt the pain and suddenly exerted force on his body, rolling forward twice and avoiding the second knife.

But he did not stop immediately. Instead, he rolled twice more, leaning his back against the cliff and looking forward vigilantly.

Sekhmet was seen standing not far away, holding a crescent-shaped scimitar, breathing heavily, and staring at Qin Yun with a resentful look.

But compared with Qin Yun, she looked much more miserable.

Because she had no armor to protect her body, her smooth skin was covered with long and thin wounds, which were probably caused by being scratched by the cliff when she fell.

The clothes he was wearing were tattered and in tatters, which would have been considered immoral in his previous life.

"You're not dead?"

Qin Yun looked Sekhmet up and down, his eyes full of vigilance.

His current condition was not good, and he even lost his knife. If this woman continued to go crazy, he would not be able to stop her.

Hearing this, Sekhmet pulled the corners of his mouth and raised a fierce smile: "Yes, I'm not dead yet, are you surprised?"

"That's a little bit. It is said that evildoers live a thousand years. It seems that you are not a good person." Qin Yun raised his head and glanced upwards. After falling from such a height, neither of them died. It can be said that they were really lucky.

"You fart!"

Seeing Qin Yun speak so shamelessly, Sekhmet became even angrier and started cursing at him.

"You despicable fellow, you resorted to that method when you couldn't beat me. I will kill you today no matter what I say!"

"That kind of method?"

Qin Yun was stunned, feeling a little puzzled.

Although the effect of Kato's finger is indeed different from ordinary moves, it won't lead to this woman fighting with him to the death, right?

Look at her reaction...

An idea suddenly came to his mind. He looked Sekhmet up and down and suddenly asked, "You

Is it because you are still a virgin?"

"Uninitiated? What do you mean by uninitiated?" Sekhmet stared at Qin Yun coldly, his eyes full of vigilance. "Is this another conspiracy of yours?"

"I almost forgot, we don't communicate well in language." Qin Yun slapped his head and changed the words, "I mean, have you ever had a man?"

As soon as these words came out, Sekhmet's pretty face flushed bright red, and she said in shame and anger: "What does this have to do with you?! You despicable and shameless guy, I will kill you today!"

As he spoke, he stood up and pointed his scimitar at Qin Yun.

Qin Yun's expression was startled. He didn't expect that his words would cause such a big reaction from Sekhmet. He immediately got ready to meet the enemy, but he saw that the other party had only taken two steps and suddenly fell to the ground.

The Crescent Moon Scimitar also fell from his hand and fell to the side.

"Hiss...is this woman pretending?"

Qin Yun looked at her from a distance, his eyes fell on Sekhmet's lower body, and found that her right leg was in a twisted shape, and he immediately felt relieved.

"I was wondering, after falling from such a high place, how could there be no serious injuries?"

Hearing this, Sekhmet raised his head abruptly and glared at Ning Chen fiercely: "Don't you have any on you either?"

Qin Yun put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "I have internal injuries."

"I?" Sekhmet frowned. "What do you mean?"

She had grown up in the tribe, and even communicated with Qin Yun in Ptolemy's official language, so she didn't know what Qin Yun meant by "朕".

Qin Yun did not answer her immediately. Instead, he stepped forward and kicked the scimitar aside with his toes. Then he looked at Sekhmet and spoke in a dignified manner.

"I am the emperor of Daxia, the king of Daxia!"

As soon as these words came out, Sekhmet's body shook violently, his eyes full of disbelief: "The Great Xia Emperor? That monster army..."

"Yes, I think you should have heard that Daxia has an elephant army." Qin Yun nodded and said, "It's them."

Although Sekhmet did not recognize the giant elephant, he had heard of the name of the Elephant Army. When he got confirmation from Qin Yun, he was shocked.

"No wonder... I was wondering where Isabella found such an army from, it turns out she got the help of Xia Tianzi..."

Sekhmet looked at Qin Yun with complicated eyes, not knowing what he felt in his heart.

The first time she heard the story of Daya Xia was when those Eastern merchants were chatting while doing business.

At that time, Sekhmet felt that the emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty, who was praised as wise and powerful by the people of the East, must be a tall and upright man with both wisdom and courage.

But after seeing Qin Yun's behavior on the battlefield with his own eyes, he no longer felt the same way.

Sensing the disappointment in Sekhmet's eyes, Qin Yun immediately became dissatisfied: "What do you mean by that look? Don't I look like him?"

Sekhmet said coldly with a stern face: "In my impression, the Xia Tianzi would never be as despicable and shameless as you and use such despicable means!"

"Despicable?" Qin Yun sneered, "On the battlefield, there is only one rule: life and death. If you can stand to the end, no matter what means you use, it is not despicable!"

"Besides, I am fighting you openly and honestly, so how can I say that it is despicable?"

Seeing Qin Yun's righteous appearance, Sekhmet was immediately furious and gnashed his teeth and said, "You have no shame! Are all the people in Daxia so shameless?"

"You're welcome. I'm one of the best."

After chatting for a while and making sure that Sekhmet had no power to resist, Qin Yun stood in front of her and reached out to lift her up from the ground.

"You, what do you want to do?"

Sekhmet was suddenly a little flustered and nervously tried to push Qin Yun away, but he held his wrist tightly.

"Don't move. If you don't want to be a cripple for the rest of your life, sit still."

Qin Yun looked around and finally picked up the scimitar, removed the handle, and pulled up a few thick vines from the cliff.

He held down Sekhmet's twisted right leg and whispered, "It's a bit painful, bear with it."

Then, without waiting for Sehmed to nod, Qin Yun exerted force with both hands and forcibly straightened her right leg!

"Well!"

Sekhmet's pupils suddenly dilated, severe pain came over him, and a layer of fine cold sweat immediately appeared on his body.

Qin Yun placed the knife handle against the fractured bone, then quickly wrapped a few circles of vine around it to create a simple baffle to fix the fractured bone.

"Okay, you can get up and go."

Qin Yun straightened up and let out a long breath.

Sekhmet stared at him and said through gritted teeth: "Why... don't you count down?!"

Qin Yun was stunned: "I didn't say to count down."