Chapter 261: The Death of the Prince!
Chapter 261: The Death of the Prince!
"What...... Stuff ......"
Situ Ming, who was just about to retreat, looked frightened and dazed at this time, his hands tightly clutched his throat, and hot blood kept coming out of his fingertips.
Until his throat was pierced, Situ Ming didn't see clearly what was attacking him.
With a bang, Situ Ming, who was full of life in his eyes, fell to the ground heavily.
"Nine Emperor Princes!?"
"What happened?"
"Could it be...... Check it out!"
Originally, because of the appearance of the spirit of the poisonous Jiao, it was shocked to the battlefield of the truce.
Among the soldiers of the Zhenwu Dynasty, someone found Situ Ming, who had been motionless since he fell to the ground, and immediately became anxious.
Suddenly, everyone broke away from the battle situation and ran towards Situ Ming, and the scene was extremely chaotic.
"Unexpectedly...... Really killed a prince!?"
"In the history of the Land of Bloody War, it seems that no prince has fallen, right?"
"This guy is really fierce!"
The warriors of the Great Yan Dynasty, after looking at Situ Ming, who was killed, were shocked one by one.
A prince was actually killed in them, which made them feel quite dreamlike, quite unreal.
"Already...... It's hopeless!"
"Why is this happening? What the hell just happened?"
"What now?"
The soldiers of the Zhenwu Dynasty looked at Situ Ming, who was unwilling to die, and their faces were gray and desperate.
Situ Ming was beheaded under their escort, and what would happen to them can be imagined.
"Sword Demon, can you devour this poisonous Jiao?"
After summoning the demon vine to kill Situ Ming.
Wang Yang's gaze returned to mid-air, looking at the pitch-black poisonous Jiao that was pulled open by the chain of runes.
As the Sword Martial Spirit got closer and closer, the huge spirit of the Pitch Black Poison Jiao actually shrank, and it was only the size of a zhang at this time.
However, although the volume has become smaller, the momentum of the poisonous Jiao has not changed at all, and it has even become more and more ferocious.
seemed to know that he couldn't be pulled into the sword martial spirit, and struggled violently.
"This is the spirit of an ancient poisonous Jiao, but it is a pity that it has been sealed in the spirit weapon for countless years, the spirit has been lost, and most of the strength has been lost, otherwise the halberd cannot be just a medium-grade spirit weapon. β
The Sword Demon's tone could not hide his excitement.
Since the last time he helped Wang Yang as a light trick, he has been extremely injured.
It doesn't dissipate, but it can fall into a deep sleep at any time.
I didn't expect that my luck would be so good, and now I actually encountered the remnant soul of an ancient poisonous Jiao, which was just right for him to devour and refine and restore his strength.
"Roarβ"
With an unwilling roar, the pitch-black poisonous Jiao was immediately pulled into the sword martial spirit.
The black talisman on the sword martial soul flashed, and it turned into a black light and entered Wang Yang's body.
"You fifty people are a team, be sure to send the Nine Emperor Princes back, and the others, slaughter them with me, and bury them when they die!"
The commander of the team of the True Martial Emperor Dynasty stared at Wang Yang with a hideous and hateful face, and gave a vicious order.
Anyway, it will definitely be a death if you go back, so it is better to drag the people of the Great Yan Dynasty to accompany the burial.
"Let's go!"
The fifty soldiers received the order, and hurriedly took Situ Ming's corpse and left quickly.
"Want to run?"
Wang Yang's eyes were cold.
If it weren't for the Sword Demon having a way to deal with that poisonous spirit, he might have died now.
He had to take down the treasure on Situ Ming's body.
Immediately, as soon as Wang Yang's body moved, he was ready to rush forward.
Seeing this, the other martial artists of the Great Yan Dynasty were excited and ready to follow
"Stand still, and whoever takes a step forward, I will slaughter them. β
Seeing this, the commander of the thousand shouted loudly.
Suddenly, the more than seventy captured soldiers of the War Heaven Legion were raised by them as bargaining chips.
"Let the people go, and I can let you go. β
Wang Yang paused, raised his hand to signal the martial artists behind him not to move, and spoke coldly.
Although the more than 70 people were already dying, on the verge of dying.
But after all, they are all innate martial artists, and if they are treated properly, they can still survive.
As he spoke, Wang Yang's heart moved, and after killing Situ Ming, he burrowed into the ground and didn't let anyone find out about the magic vine.
Immediately, the magic vine shuttled directly underground, quickly heading directly towards the group of warriors.
With the cyan rune flickering, the magic vine seemed to travel through the void, and its speed was not affected in the slightest.
"Let us go? Heh, what's the difference between leaving and not leaving. β
The thousand-man looked at Wang Yang like crazy, and he wanted to cut Wang Yang with a thousand knives.
"I repeat, let the people go. β
Wang Yang's gaze was even colder.
He found that those people in the Zhenwu Dynasty had a look of madness in their eyes, and they were obviously ready to die.
It is estimated that even if Situ Ming's body is allowed to leave, they will not let go of those hostage warriors.
"All ready, whoever dares to make a move, will slaughter them first. β
The commander was unmoved, sneered, and put the war knife in his hand against the throat of the hostage warrior in front of him.
A bloody knife mark immediately appeared, and blood dripped down the sharp blade from the tip of the knife.
"Damn!"
Yi Teng and the others had red eyes and anxious looks, but they didn't dare to rush forward at all.
As for the other warriors of the Great Yan Dynasty, they looked at Wang Yang and waited for Wang Yang's order.
Wang Yang's expression was also terrifyingly cold, but he also didn't move, standing there quietly.
In the dead and silent confrontation between the two sides, the atmosphere became heavier and heavier, and even the air seemed to freeze at this moment.
"The corpses of your Nine Emperor Princes should have been sent back, now, I will say it one last time, release the people, otherwise, I will slaughter you!"
After more than ten breaths, Wang Yang's eyelids lifted.
Seeing this, the surrounding martial artists suddenly fluctuated even more in their true qi, knowing that Wang Yang was already ready to make a move.
"Hey, hey, if you want them, then give them to you, but...... It's their corpses. β
The commander's eyes were hideous, and the murderous intent in his eyes skyrocketed.
Swish!
Wang Yang's eyes changed, his figure turned into a light and shadow, and he rushed out in an instant, and appeared in front of the commander in the blink of an eye.
Burst!
The commander's face changed suddenly, and he was startled by Wang Yang's speed.
But he didn't retreat at all, and with a movement of the sword in his hand, the hostage warrior was immediately killed.
"Die!"
Almost at the same time, a sword light flashed, and the commander was instantly split in half, and blood burst out.
At the same time, Wang Yang's figure flickered like a ghost.
Before those warriors of the True Martial Dynasty came to their senses, they killed thirty or forty people in an instant.
However, after all, he was only one person, and he couldn't kill more than seventy innate warriors at the same time.
After all, these warriors are all experienced in a hundred battles, and they are not comparable to ordinary innate martial artists.
Because of this, more than 30 seriously injured soldiers of the Zhantian Legion were killed.
"Kill!"
"Destroy them!"
At this time, Yi Teng and other warriors of the Great Yan Dynasty rushed after Wang Yang, and after sending people to pick up those seriously injured soldiers, they were the warriors who rushed towards the Zhenwu Dynasty with murderous intent.
The fierce fighting began again......