Nine dragons fight for the throne, I don't want to sit on this throne

"General, they...are coming to kill us!"

The reinforcements were delayed in arriving, and the last bit of faith of the Sizhou troops collapsed. The soldiers became panic-stricken as they watched the royal troops coming one after another.

Xiahou Yan had a gloomy face and said expressionlessly: "Tonight, either I will die or Chu Ning will die!

You followed me to surround the palace, which is a serious crime. If you fail to capture Chu Ning, he will confiscate your property and exterminate your clan.

Now, everyone will rush over!"

The final encouragement was the lives of their family members.

Although the Sizhou soldiers were resentful, as things had come to this point, they had no choice but to follow Xiahou Yan and charge forward.

Ran Ming laughed wildly upon seeing this: "You coward, you are finally willing to come out!"

Although he had just charged into the Sizhou army formation, there were too many people protecting Xiahou Yan, and Xiahou Yan himself had good martial arts, so Ran Ming was unable to kill Xiahou Yan.

Now that Xiahou Yan has taken the initiative to attack, Ran Ming is very excited.

The spear in his hand went straight towards Xiahou Yan.

"Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

At this moment, Xiahou Yan was determined to die, thinking that even if he died, he would die standing.

Looking at Ran Ming rushing towards him, he led his personal soldiers to kill him.

The spear in Ran Ming's hand was nimble, and he aimed at Xiahou Yan's vital points with each move.

But Xiahou Yan was not much behind. He used the spear in his hand to block, attack, and defend at the same time. For a moment, Ran Ming was helpless.

In addition, the surrounding personal soldiers kept rushing up to interfere, making it difficult for Ran Ming to capture Xiahou Yan in a short time.

But at this moment, the Modao team behind him maintained their formation and continued to hack and chop.

Although the Sizhou soldiers fought hard, they were still unable to withstand the power of the Mo Dao!

Every time the Mo Dao fell, it would take the lives of more than a dozen Sizhou soldiers.

In just half an hour, the remaining Sizhou soldiers were less than a hundred.

The scene was covered in blood!

The wall is as red as a waterfall!

The ground was littered with corpses!

The scene that seemed like hell on earth made Feng Anguo feel extremely tormented.

These people should have been the elite of Chu State. They should have defended their country. Even if they died, they should have died fighting for Chu State.

But now, this group of people have become tools for Xiahou Yan's selfish pursuits and died at the hands of their own people.

Looking at Xiahou Yan who was surrounded by people, Feng Anguo finally couldn't help but speak:

"General Xiahou, put down your weapons, surrender, and admit your mistakes to the King of Chu. I will ask Chu Ning to spare your life!"

After all, having received favors from the Xiahou family, Feng Anguo could not stay out of this matter at this moment.

But as soon as these words were spoken, Xiahou Yan suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

"Feng Anguo, I will never admit defeat. If you don't make a move tonight, then don't ever make a move!"

"I will make you watch my Xiahou family being annihilated by Chu Ning. I will make you feel guilty for the rest of your life. Hahahaha!"

At this moment, Xiahou Yan seemed to be crazy, laughing wildly.

Unexpectedly, just as he finished speaking, Ran Ming stabbed at him with a spear, forcing his face to change drastically, his laughter stopped abruptly, and he quickly turned around to avoid it.

But Ran Ming hated this guy so much that he spun around, and the spear followed him like a shadow, stabbing him continuously.

Seeing this, the surrounding personal soldiers immediately stepped forward to rescue, but at this moment the Modao team arrived and the personal soldiers were killed immediately.

Xiahou Yan, who was alone on the ground, felt a lot of pressure!

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead and he kept waving the spear in his hand, but he still felt that he could not compete with Ran Ming.

Ran Ming became more and more courageous as the battle went on, roaring continuously, and his spear moves became faster and heavier than the last, forcing Xiahou Yan to give no chance to breathe.

"Damn it!"

Xiahou Yan cursed loudly and thrust out the spear in his hand. While Ran Ming was turning around to avoid him, he suddenly stopped his feet, soared into the air, and leaped onto the eaves of a nearby house.

"Want to escape?"

Chu Ning, who was watching the battle from behind, sneered: "Ran Ming, stop him!"

This person must be kept tonight no matter what.

Ran Ming smiled grimly, and just as Chu Ning finished speaking, he rushed to the roof.

The spears and lances kept clashing, and the clanging sounds were endless!

But as the battle intensified, Xiahou Yan's disadvantages became apparent. He lacked physical strength and his speed gradually slowed down.

On the other hand, Ran Ming seemed to be fine, his speed and strength remained the same.

Feeling the oppression from Ran Ming, Xiahou Yan kept silent with a gloomy face, and tried his best to deal with every move of Ran Ming, for fear that he would be stabbed to death by Ran Ming's spear if he was not careful!

At this moment on the street, the Modao team had swung their swords continuously and killed all the remaining Sizhou soldiers.

After two hours of fighting, most of the 3,000 Sizhou soldiers were killed, and the remaining small part took advantage of the battle to escape.

Now, only Ran Ming and Xiahou Yan were still fighting on the battlefield.

But when he heard the street gradually becoming quiet, Xiahou Yan couldn't help but take a look.

This sight almost frightened him to death.

All his men were killed!

It was inevitable that his attention was distracted when he was frightened. Ran Ming took the opportunity to stab several times with his spear, forcing Xiahou Yan to quickly wave his spear to resist.

"Clang~clang~clang~"

After several shots, Xiahou Yan was finally unable to block it and his defense was broken by the spear.

But in the face of the crisis, Xiahou Yan instinctively moved a few inches to avoid vital parts of the body.

"Puchi~" Xiahou Yan's left shoulder was pierced by the spear.

Ran Ming's eyes lit up: "Prepare to die!"

He pulled out his spear and kicked Xiahou Yan off the roof, then stabbed out with the spear, intending to pierce Xiahou Yan through the heart in mid-air.

At this moment, Xiahou Yan, who was completely defenseless, felt the life-threatening danger. Although he wanted to dodge, his body was unable to move.

Moreover, Ran Ming's speed was so fast that he rushed in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Dying?

Well, now that his father and four brothers have been killed, he can’t handle the whole thing on his own.

If this is the final result, he will have no choice but to accept it even though he is unwilling.

At the gate of the palace, Chu Ning looked at Xiahou Yan who was about to be stabbed to death by Ran Ming, and a smile finally appeared on his face.

As long as Xiahou Yan dies, the Xiahou family will be completely finished.

Even if the emperor comes back by then, will he still embarrass this prince with great military achievements just for a group of dead people?

He made the right bet in this battle!

As long as Xiahou Yan is killed, everything will be settled.

But sometimes, what you fear will come true.

Just as Ran Ming was about to kill Xiahou Yan, a majestic voice came: "Stop!"

Chu Ning's face changed slightly, knowing that it was the emperor's voice.

At the last moment, the emperor actually came back!

Just as Chu Ning was wondering why the emperor had such an accurate grasp of time, he heard Ran Ming roar:

"Come die!"

Even if the emperor came, he would kill Xiahou Yan!

"presumptuous!"

The emperor snorted coldly: "Stop him!"

Suddenly, two figures cut through the sky, one on the left and one on the right, and headed straight towards Ran Ming.

Accelerated by the two, Ran Ming had no choice but to wave his spear to block their attacks.

"Bang~"

Xiahou Yan fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

But he didn't care about the pain in his body at this moment, and knelt down to the emperor: "Your Majesty, please make a decision for my Xiahou family!"

The emperor came, and he knew he didn’t have to die!