The First Tyrant of Daxia

"There are only five minutes left, and the people in the city can be cleared!"

Qin Yun was covered in blood and roared loudly.

At this time, the Jinyiwei were either dead or injured, and there were not many people who could stand up.

When they heard Qin Yun's words, amazing fighting spirit burst out from their eyes.

"Five minutes left!"

"Brothers, stand up!"

"We have fought hard, so the last five minutes won't matter!"

"hold onto!"

The Jinyiwei roared, encouraged each other, and stood up again with each other's support.

Their bodies were covered with wounds, and their straight swords had bent edges and gaps.

Some of them were even broken, and many of their companions were already lying on the ground, having left this world forever.

But at this point in the battle, there was still no sign of retreat in their eyes, only a burning desire to fight, an endless desire to fight.

They have persisted for nearly an hour, with only 300 people holding off 40,000 to 50,000 bloody soldiers. All they need are these last five minutes, and their mission will be a complete success!

At this moment, their fighting spirit rose up like a flame after being fueled by fuel, and it seemed to burn the sky.

"keep fighting!"

Lu Bai roared.

There was not a single good spot on his body. As the commander, he was the most ruthless person in charging into battle and killing people except Qin Yun.

"keep fighting!"

The Jinyiwei's fighting spirit was so high that it turned into roars at this moment.

Even though they couldn't even add up to a hundred people, their voices and fighting spirit seemed like an army of thousands, ready to tear through the sky.

The blood soldiers roared and attacked frantically.

Everyone knows that the last five minutes will be the time when the blood soldiers attack most fiercely, because Taro Okita will never let them complete the task of evacuating the people.

These last five minutes were Taro Okita’s last chance and also his craziest moment.

"Kill! Kill him hard!"

Taro Okita suddenly stood up from the castle terrace, his face looking very ugly, and he let out a furious roar.

He never expected that Qin Yun, leading three hundred Jinyiwei, could actually hold on until now!

This made Okita Taro feel extremely surprised and extremely angry at the same time.

If forty or fifty thousand bloody soldiers cannot kill three hundred Jinyiwei, if this gets out, will Okita Taro still be able to survive?

I'm afraid I'll lose all my face.

They must all be killed!

None of these Jinyiwei can survive!

"Kill! Kill hard!"

Taro Okita gave the order with a ferocious look on his face, and his order also made the blood soldiers roar the most crazily and burst out with the strongest fighting power.

Basman looked at everything with excitement. He knew that the last five minutes would be the most exciting part of this street battle.

He opened his eyes wide, not wanting to miss any corner, especially Qin Yun and Lu Bai, and kept scanning them, like an avid audience of a stage play.

On the street, the final melee broke out violently.

Qin Yun's expression was still extremely calm, without the slightest panic. The more difficult and desperate the situation was, the calmer his mentality became.

"Roar!"

Dozens of ice-blood soldiers surrounded them again!

Their bodies seemed to be bigger than before, with fierce blood and energy surging in their bodies, and their scales were wriggling one by one, like little insects that could breathe.

At this moment, their fighting power surged like the river water under heavy rain, extremely violent.

The Ice Blood Soldier roared, pounced forward wildly, and his fists flew like stones.

Qin Yun quickly dodged.

The Ice Blood Soldiers were all attacked in the ruins, and the ruins of the houses were shaking.

Before Qin Yun had time to catch his breath, the blood soldiers around him came to kill him again.

Qin Yun drew his sword and slashed. His extremely sharp sword moves instantly broke the blood soldiers' attacks and chopped off their heads.

At this moment, more ice-blood soldiers rushed over from behind.

Qin Yun quickly used his body skills to dodge, but with so many ice-blood soldiers, the freezing temperature, and a long battle, even his strongest body skills would fail.

Qin Yun was accidentally punched away by the Ice Blood Soldier.

"Pfft!"

Qin Yun crashed into the ruins, and the powerful force made him spit out blood. Fortunately, he was wearing tough inner armor, otherwise the punch of the icy blood soldier would have seriously injured him.

Before he could catch his breath, the icy blood soldier pounced on him again.

Qin Yun seized the opportunity and leaped onto the top of the ruined house with the Denglong Sword in hand.

Upon seeing this, the Ice Blood Soldiers immediately chased after them madly.

Qin Yun was delighted and jumped down from the ruins. He spun nimbly and swung the Denglong Sword in his hand quickly across the icy blood soldiers.

When he landed, the head of the Ice Blood Soldier had already fallen off.

"Roar!"

The Ice Blood Soldier roared and jumped down from the ruins.

Qin Yun was about to run away when he saw this. He was facing dozens of ice-blood soldiers alone, and he would definitely be at a disadvantage if he fought with all his strength. The only good strategy was to fight and run at the same time.

However, the Ice Blood Soldiers quickly surrounded him.

Qin Yun's eyes flashed, and he was about to use his skills to leave, but suddenly he saw those ice-cold blood soldiers roaring, and then the scales on their bodies twisted violently.

Although he didn't know what they were going to do, Qin Yun subconsciously thought that they were going to launch a terrifying attack and immediately became alert.

His guess was correct, and the next second, snow-white mist suddenly burst out from those ice-blood soldiers, and then countless ice-blue blood spurted out from their scales.

"Zizzizi!"

Like a dragnet, the ice-blue blood instantly formed a large net that enveloped Qin Yun.

Qin Yun's face changed drastically. He didn't expect that the cold blood in these ice-blood soldiers' bodies could actually erupt in this way.

What was even more terrifying was that dozens of ice-blood soldiers around were spraying out ice-cold blood at the same time. It was like an overwhelming flood. The naked eye could only see gaps as big as soybeans, and it was impossible for people to get out of them.

This cold blood is not immediately fatal, but the cold poison contained in so much cold blood is extremely terrifying, and even the surrounding temperature suddenly becomes icy cold.

If so much blood splashed on the body, even a top master would lose a lot of physical strength in a short period of time and become an extremely weak person, even weaker than an ordinary person.

Qin Yun's face looked very ugly. With such a blood poison on his body, even if he cultivated the extremely strong and yang-protecting Yang Qi, he had no chance of withstanding it.