I don't know how long it took for Nie Wushuang to wake up from a semi-comatose state. He felt his head hit and groggy, his whole body ached, and his mouth was full of mud, as uncomfortable as he could.

Spit out a mouth full of mud and sand, when he opened his eyes, he saw the gray in front of him, reached out and touched his face, fortunately, his head was still growing on his neck, and the feeling of pain proved that he was still alive.

He fumbled with his hand and pulled out the dagger he had with him. Within his reach, he knew in his heart that his body was still in that big drum. He couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in his heart. Perhaps, it was precisely because of his quick decision that he was able to save his life in the catastrophe. It's just that those soldiers of the Qin State are probably more than lucky!

After resting for a while, the young master of the Qin Kingdom struggled to his feet, broke the cowhide drum with his short sword, and poked his head out to take a deep breath of fresh air. He couldn't help but feel a little refreshed, and when he looked up, he realized that he was stranded on the bank of the river. It is overgrown with rocks and desolate.

It turned out that when the flood was overwhelming, Nie Wushuang, who was standing on the platform, watched those brave and warlike soldiers of the Qin State be swept away by the flood in the blink of an eye. No matter how powerful you are, in the face of such power, you are just like an ant.

Soon, the point will collapse. The drummers around him screamed and wailed as they sank into the water. Under the critical situation, it was important to escape, and Nie Wushuang couldn't think about it anymore. With his sword, he broke a hole in the cowhide drum and plunged it head-on. Immediately after, it was stumbling with the flow, dizzy in confusion, until now.

The sky was dark and steamy. I don't know what time it is. Nie Wushuang jumped ashore and stepped on the earth with both feet, only then did he feel much more at ease.

As far as the eye can see, the river flows eastward, rolling endlessly. Broken flags and other messy things fluttering past can occasionally be seen on the river. And those floating corpses made Nie Wushuang's eyes widen, and he almost wanted to spurt blood.

Most of those were dead soldiers of the Qin army, and some were soldiers of the princes' army. In such a torrent, it is difficult for ordinary people to escape. What's more, they are all ironclad and fully equipped with weapons when they are ready to fight.

Nie Wushuang actually didn't know that in the distance of the big river that he couldn't see, those who had fallen from armor had already sunk to the bottom of the water, or were swept into the ditch. They were about to charge with a generous will when they were swallowed up by the torrent that fell from the sky. Whether it is a warrior who can carry the crown, or a person who may grow into a general in the future, in the face of the flood, they will all be treated equally, and they will all become underwater souls.

The young lord of the Qin State, who was overwhelmed with grief and indignation in his heart, began to walk in the direction of Zhongyue Mountain after discerning the direction. He's going to climb up to a high place to see what's going on.

Soon after, the mist in the sky was dispelled, and when the sun reappeared, a lone shadow stood on the northern peak of the Nakadake Peak, covered with giant pines that covered the clear sky overhead. He finally saw what was happening on the ground beneath his feet. I don't know if it was because of anger or shock, but his hand holding the pine tree trembled.

"Chu Jiangmian! If I don't kill you in this life, I will not be ......!"

The reason why Nie Wushuang, who shouted this sentence to the empty valley, was so resentful was because everything he saw in front of him was too miserable.

A riverside mountain pass belonging to the north peak of Nakatake Mountain, which is called Qifengkou by the locals, is not known for what causes, and most of the peaks have collapsed diagonally. After the rockfall collapsed, it blocked the tributaries of the Luo River that flowed through it. The raging river swelled here, rising dozens of feet above the water level, and then poured directly from the north bank.

The camp of the Qin army, which was dozens of miles away from here, seemed to have been hit by the impact of the half-river water that fell from the sky, and it floated up all of a sudden. Including the garrison of the princes' army, that area has become an ocean, and the water is several feet deep, and even the slightest shadow of the original can not be seen.

Nearly 50,000 troops were stationed, occupying a very large area. But it was submerged in that torrent, so small and fleeting. There are thousands of troops, and it seems that there is no trace left.

Not right either! After all, there is still a hard life. Or rather, they are the bravest of these tens of thousands. Nie Wushuang's mouth suddenly opened wide in surprise. For as his vision expanded further afield, he saw the towering walls of Los Angeles, reflecting the sun's rays in the turbid sky. Then, in the northwest of the city wall, that is, in the vast area between it and the Zhao State military camp, there was a tragic cavalry duel, which had just ended.

Nie Wushuang's eyes were cracking, and his heartbeat almost stopped. Because in the fine sunshine, he clearly saw the sparse white hair of the veteran leader. Although they were so far away, he couldn't see clearly. But he just knew that it was Wang Feng!

Wang Feng, who was riding on a horse, didn't know where to throw the tall general's battle helmet with red tassels. The robes were shattered, and the armor was covered in mud and blood. In the battle that had just ended, all the warriors around him were dead, and the long knife in his hand had been broken in two. Facing the thousands of horsemen who were gradually pressing, in the sword light like a snowy mountain, his war horse had to retreat step by step. And more than ten zhang behind him, there was already a surging river...... His legion was buried there!

"Old General! Don't fight, run...... Yes! ”

Nie Wushuang couldn't help but let go of his throat and shouted, although he knew that this might just be in vain. But after all, he couldn't bear to see this famous general of the Qin State with the oldest qualifications buried here!

Cries of grief and futility echoed among the mountain peaks, falling trees fell and rivers rolled eastward. Even Nie Wushuang himself didn't know that his hysterical shouting was like the roar of a wild beast. However, a sigh seemed to be heard in his ears. Then someone said something faintly, floating in the wind, which seemed to be close at hand, and seemed to be far away in the sky.

"Alas...... Don't shout. Young people, let's save our energy and think about how we can survive!"

Nie Wushuang was taken aback. He turned his head suddenly, drew his short sword casually, and his eyes swept around sharply, shouting sharply.

"Who is it? Sneaky, have the ability to come out and speak!"

The pine waves are like fury, and the mountains and forests are undulating. He clearly sensed the presence of people around him, but he couldn't see where the person he had just spoken was. Nie Wushuang also pulled out another sword, leaning his back against the pine tree, holding the sword in both hands, facing the eight directions. He took a deep breath and held back the uneasiness in his heart. He continued to speak loudly. "What kind of hero is such a shrunken head! Don't hide, I've seen you...... Come out of here! ”

"I heard that you are Nie Feng's most proud son, and you are also the disciple of Shenjizi. Since he was a teenager, he has been able to excel and has unparalleled wisdom. Therefore, he is known as one of the four sons of the world and has a great reputation. But when I saw it today...... Alas! I realized that it was far worse than that young man!"

"You! Who are you? Why did you know about me and Master Shenjizi? Am I far worse than anyone...... Hum! Nonsense. ”

Nie Wushuang was shocked in his heart. What the hell is this daylight! Obviously, the voice was in his ears, but he just couldn't see the shadow of the other party. Moreover, listening to this person's tone of voice, it was very old, and the meaning in it turned out to be very familiar with the master? This made him feel even more strange.

"You don't care who I am. I'm just for the sake of the origin of the gods, and I remind you, run for your life! The Qin legions you brought are all over. The young man flicked his fingers lightly, and tens of thousands of the most elite warriors were wiped out...... Such supernatural powers are not possible for those who do not possess the power of ghosts and gods. What an admiration! ”

Nie Wushuang heard the emotion in that voice, and he knew more clearly who the other party was admiring! The fire of jealousy in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and he frantically chopped the pine branches and leaves with the sword in his hand, shouting angrily.

"I'm not convinced! I don't care what Chu Jiangmian has any ability, and no matter how much it costs in the future, I must kill him as soon as possible, when I cut off his head with my own hands, I want everyone in the world to see who is the most heroic in the world!"

"It's useless, you can't kill him. Chu Jiangmian is a person who is the omen of heaven, unique for thousands of years...... You can't even save any of your own soldiers, so how can you have the ability to kill him? ”

The old voice continued to speak flatly, as if it were merely telling a myth. Nie Wushuang listened to it in his ears, and he was already about to explode. He no longer cared about the identity of the person who spoke. couldn't help but point his sword at the sky and scold.

"Old horseman! If you have the ability, you will come out and talk to me face to face. Otherwise, close your crow's mouth. I want you to see it with your own eyes, and I'll go and kill Chu Jiangmian!"

After another sigh, the mountain peaks were lonely, and the wind was mighty. The man stopped talking. Nie Wushuang felt something in his heart, and when he turned his gaze to the flat scroll of the thousand horses, his chest seemed to be stuffed with something, and he wanted to shout but couldn't say a word.

In fact, even if he shouted in his throat, it would be impossible for Wang Feng to hear it after the battle. His heart was now dead and lifeless. Ever since the flood fell from the sky, he saw that the situation was not good, and tried his best to escape from the flood under the protection of the most elite thousand horsemen, he had already germinated the will to die.

The more than 1,000 iron horsemen led by Wang Feng almost trampled on the bodies of the soldiers in front of them. However, they thought that after escaping, they listened to the waves behind them like anger, and before they could take a breath, what was waiting for them was the cavalry of the Zhao State who had already been waiting for them!

For the people of Zhao who are full of enthusiasm, how can they let go of this fat meat sent to the door! Therefore, on the north bank of the Luoshui River, it was the last burial ground they set up for the enemy.