The First Tyrant of Daxia

Cha Ming Weirou was unstoppable in his bravery. Holding a prairie scimitar, he instantly charged into the back of the Dong Turkestan tribe.

The scimitar was raised, showing the bravery and wildness of a prairie princess and the rage of a daughter for revenge!

With a "puff", blood splattered!

The heads of the barbarians from the East Turkestan tribe fell to the ground.

"There are imperial troops behind us!"

"It's the princess of the Zazahar tribe!"

"what!!"

Screams were heard, making the situation even more chaotic.

But he could see that there was no trace of timidity in Wei Rou's beautiful eyes. Instead, they looked even braver and colder.

She drove straight towards the royal flag of the leader of the East Turkestan tribe.

Seeing this, Qin Yun couldn't hold back any longer.

He rode his horse at full speed and went to look for her in person.

The Jinyiwei and the imperial guards all looked stern and protected him in the middle.

The battlefield was filled with fighting and chaos.

"Quick, take me away!"

"I can't hold it anymore!"

Shi Najie roared with a pale face. The arrow wound on his chest was constantly bleeding and he almost felt his life slipping away.

"Take the leader away!"

"I'll cover your retreat." A warrior roared.

This scene completely destroyed the morale of the East Turkestan tribe. The battle had just begun and the leader was about to die.

I couldn't help but lose all desire to resist and just wanted to escape.

"Which way to go!"

Yan Zhong brandished his spear as if he was in an empty space. He tightened the reins and the horse jumped into the crowd, facing Shi Najie.

"boom!"

But his spear was deflected.

An East Turkestan warrior holding a big knife blocked the way and cursed wildly in his native language.

Taking advantage of this gap, a group of barbarians escorted Shi Najie away.

As luck would have it, he was bumped into by Cha Ming Weirou, who was eager for revenge.

Her deep blue eyes flashed with murderous intent and savagery.

"Shi Najie, return my father's life to me!"

She raised her scimitar, cut off several spears that were thrusting at her, and rushed towards Shi Najie.

"Quick, stop her!"

"Stop her!" Shi Najie's face turned pale and he screamed wildly.

He no longer had any desire to fight and just wanted to leave quickly and treat his wounds, otherwise he would surely bleed to death.

"Can't stop it!"

Cha Ming Wei Rou roared, her beautiful eyes burning with flames.

Sudden.

Whoosh whoosh!

The arrow shot out, sharp and fast.

"careful!"

Qin Yun, who had rushed over, yelled, his eyes wide open, unable to hide his worry.

Hearing the reminder, Cha Ming Wei Rou looked up, her beautiful eyes slightly panicked!

Looking at the arrows flying towards her, she felt helpless and could only abandon her horse and roll to the ground.

Old Feng was not idle. He used the stone in his hand to smash several sharp arrows to ensure her absolute safety.

Qin Yun was frightened by the thrilling scene just now. He quickly turned over and dismounted, ignoring the shouting and chaotic situation around him.

He took three steps at a time and rushed to Cha Ming Weirou, grabbed her shoulders, and looked her up and down.

"Are you okay?"

Seeing that it was Qin Yun, she smiled and said, "I'm fine. I just bumped my knees."

Qin Yun glared at her fiercely: "I asked you to go back, why don't you go back?"

"Humph, I'll settle the score with you when I get back to Pancheng!"

Seeing this, Cha Ming Wei Rou was not frightened, but felt warm inside.

"Your Majesty, I know I was wrong."

"As long as you are safe and sound, I will have no complaints if you give me a beating when you get back."

Qin Yun glanced at her again, and then looked at the chaotic battlefield.

Asked: "Where is Shi Najie?"

With so many guards looking confused and tens of thousands of people fighting, who could know?

This time!

A huge shadow appeared in the sky.

It fell to the ground with a loud bang.

It turned out to be a war horse with a man on it, who was none other than Shi Najie, who was knocked away by the revengeful Tieta!

Horror!

"what!!"

Shi Najie screamed, and no one knew how many of his bones were crushed by the horse.

His ferocious face was covered in blood, and he was completely different from the one he had when he conquered the Zazahar tribe.

Who could have thought that Shi Najie, who was so high-spirited last night, would be so miserable and in trouble today?

Warriors from the East Turkestan tribe came to the rescue.

But with just a glance from Qin Yun, thousands of imperial guards formed an encirclement and blocked all his personal guards.

Then he walked forward coldly, with corpses strewn across the ground.

Looking down at Shi Najie.

Shi Najie also looked up, and when he saw him and the situation around him, his face suddenly turned pale.

He cursed bitterly: "You dog emperor, what ability do you have to deceive me!"

"If you have the guts, let's have a real fight!"

Qin Yun sneered.

She stepped on his head and said, "You bastard, you are not qualified to fight me with real swords and guns."

"As a prisoner, it seems that you still haven't found your position."

Cha Ming Weirou stepped forward, her exotic face revealing a hint of indifference and wildness.

She stared at him intently and said, "Your Majesty, please let me chop off his head. This will comfort my father's spirit in heaven."

Shi Najie looked at the imperial troops around him and knew there was no way to escape.

His face turned pale, he covered his chest and begged for mercy: "No, don't kill me!"

"Killing me will do you no good."

"Why don't you spare my life? I'll take you out of the grassland and do things for Daxia!"

Qin Yun smiled coldly: "It's too late."

"I have warned you, the tribes of the grassland, several times not to try to provoke me, but you still did it."

"The end is, death!!"

Shi Najie roared: "You dog emperor, even if you kill me, you can't get away!"

"Let's die together!"

"I will curse you even if I go to hell!"

Cha Ming Wei Rou's beautiful eyes flashed with a cold light, she drew her sword and stepped forward, ready to attack.

But Qin Yun stopped her, drew his knife and pointed it at Shi Najie's neck, and spoke in a domineering tone.

"I promised to give an explanation to the dead souls!"

"Let's start from your history! The power of Daxia cannot be violated!"

"No blade of grass or tree of mine shall be trampled upon!"

As soon as the cold and majestic voice fell, the long sword flashed like light.

"No, you dog emperor, you will die a miserable death..."

Pfft!

A head as big as a watermelon fell to the ground!

His eyes were wide open until his death, and his mouth seemed to be still cursing.

Then, Qin Yun held the head in his hand, stood on the pile of corpses, and roared around.

"Shi Najie has already surrendered, do you still want to resist?"

He held up the bloody head, looking extremely scary.

It is hard to associate an emperor with such a scene.

At that moment, tens of thousands of people in the East Turkestan tribe were shocked!

Someone's teeth were chattering: "Chief, dead...dead."

"The Emperor of Daxia killed the leader himself!"

"How to do?"

Bang!

The sound of weapons falling to the ground was heard, and some of the grassland barbarians became frightened.

With the death of their leader, the army's morale, already incomplete, gradually collapsed.

There were even deserters appearing at the edge of the battlefield.

"I surrender!"

"Stop fighting!" an East Turkestan warrior shouted loudly.

But Qin Yun ignored him and said coldly: "Kill, kill as many as you can!"

"I will never accept surrender!"

The sound was deafening and frightening.

"Emperor Daxia, don't go too far!"

"Do we have to fight to the death?!"

"..."

Qin Yun responded with a sneer, cursing everyone in the world and looking down on the world.

"A bunch of sons of bitches, fight when you want to, surrender when you want to, is there such a good thing in the world?"

"I am not a living Buddha!"

"You will all pay for the deaths of all the people from the three tribes!"

"What are you waiting for? Kill him!"