However, at this time, a shadow wearing a black unicorn robe suddenly appeared on the battlefield ahead, that person seemed to have a wound on his body, he was sitting in a wheelchair, his face was expressionless, and his whole body exuded a proud aura of looking at the world.

The wind blew, and the black robe floated high, like an eagle soaring with wings, ready to lean down at any time and swallow the prey he fancied in one gulp.

The prince's hand holding the long sword tightened.

It seems that it is already too late, and a battle of life and death is imperative.

The eyes of the two men looked at each other from a long distance, and for a while, the wind and clouds were surging, and the lightning was flinting.

"It's Murong Canghai!" Song Siyuan was shocked, and suddenly realized something in his heart.

"I've been tricked, Murong Canghai has woken up!" Song Chengru, the prime minister of the left, shouted that Murong Canghai was cunning, and suddenly understood why the prince insisted on withdrawing the main army.

"Your Highness!" The wind rode his horse.

All the soldiers looked at the prince and waited for him to make a decision.

The crown prince was still calm, fluttering white clothes like his calm heart, and he calmly commanded, "Don't panic, my Great Zhou and Great Qin always have a desperate battle, but it's only a matter of time." Now, the time has come to fight bloodily, pass the order, Fenglu, and the game brothers are the vanguard commanders, concentrate their forces to attack the middle position of the Qin army, and don't let it have a chance to surround the opening. ”

If they close the opening, they will be trapped and will have no way out.

"Yes, the last general will understand!"

The prince's calmness and atmosphere infected all the soldiers, and his bearing of putting life and death aside also made everyone's blood boil.

With the orders of the crown prince, everyone once again went to war.

On the high mountain, in the bloody wind and rain, Murong Canghai's eagle eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the bloody scene with cold eyes, he raised his hand and said lightly-

"This king wants a great week, and it will be ruined."

"The king of the North Courtyard, Chitose Chitose!"

"The king of the North Courtyard is facing Chichitose!"

The answer to him was the cries of the soldiers who shook the mountains.

A cruel smile appeared on his cold and ruthless face, and his eyes tightened to catch the man Su Yueming was willing to give his life for, and said-

"Capture the county lord of Da Zhou Duorong! Do not hurt her, for if she loses a hair, the king will have all of your heads. ”

His voice was as cold as Hades.

Everyone dared not say yes.

As the prince expected, this was a battle to the death, and the counterattack of the Qin soldiers was like a raging fireworks, and the soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty rose up to resist.

The whole sky was as dark as night, without a single light, and the black clouds seemed to collapse at any time.

Suddenly, Murong Canghai flew up from the wheelchair with both hands, and landed firmly on the black horse.

"Sword." He said.

See, a white light flashed in mid-air, and with a wave of his hand, the sword fell into his hand.

He raised the horse's hooves in his hand, and slammed them on the horse's back, and the horse rushed down the hillside, only to see that after the sword had passed, there was an extra head in his hand, and he picked up the head, passed through the crowd, and lifted it hard, and the head went in the direction of the prince.

The prince jerked sideways, and the long sword stabbed out, and the man's head fell on his sword, and as soon as the sword was closed, the man's head fell into his bosom.

He solemnly placed the head behind him, raised his hand, and said—

"Kill."

However, this time, Da Zhou gradually became inadequate.

Murong Canghai is extremely cruel and is bound to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots.