Chen Jing was already bare-handed. There is no way to resist, so you can only clasp it with your left hand. Grab the reins, shake off the stirrups with both feet, and hide on the side of the horse almost as if flying flat. The cold spear grazed Chen Jing's back like a poisonous dragon, with a hot pain, Chen Jing flashed the tip of the spear, and in the loud shouting, he had already shaken the barrel of the gun and pounced in the air.

On the incense burning platform, thick smoke billowed out, mixed with the boundless smell of blood, Shao Wuqing stood on the Temple of Heaven, his heart was inexplicable, he suddenly wanted to laugh, perhaps, this is the real sacrifice to the sky!

The battle under the mountain was still going on, and Chen Jing at this time completely regarded himself as a warrior, and he was frantically impacting in the battle array, like a butcher.

After Yu Wenze fell to the ground, the Praetorian Guards did not completely mess up, after all, they were the Praetorian Guards, and they had the heavy responsibility of protecting the Son of Heaven, Yu Wenze's fall did not have much impact on them, but Yu Wenze's personal guards, at this time, they were all like crazy, their eyes were red, and they were desperate to kill Chen Jing.

At this moment, Chen Jing only had a longbow in his hand, not a single arrow. The only thing he could hold on to right now was this longbow! Although the person on the right was in the midst of a fierce battle, he almost laughed, but this smile was instantly replaced by anger, and at this moment, Yu Wenze's life and death were unknown.

Even if Chen Jing held the dagger, it wouldn't make him feel so funny. What can a longbow without feathered arrows do?

Chen Jing immediately told him the answer, not to mention a longbow. Even if a rope is in Chen Jing's hand, it is a sharp weapon to kill!

He pounced. As brave as a goshawk, the man had time to draw the spear and stab again, seeing that the spear had pierced into Chen Jing's lower abdomen, but there was no obstacle as he imagined.

Chen Jingkong twisted his waist sharply, dodged a fatal shot, raised his hand, and the longbow was already on the man's neck. He brushed the man's side, and with a strong hand, the bowstring broke and the head fell down after the sound of "collapse". Chen Jing couldn't kill three people in one charge, but it gave him the feeling that it was really as difficult as killing thirty people.

It's just because these warriors are all piled up with blood from war, and they are all predators who have followed Yu Wenze for many years, each of them has extremely strong combat effectiveness, far more fierce than ordinary soldiers, but he finally lived up to Yue Hu's high expectations.

"Kill!"

Yu Wenze's life and death are unknown, Chen Jing naturally will not let go of such a good opportunity, he took a step back, and grabbed the banner of the Chinese army, like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, under a loud shout, the Praetorian Guards under the mountain were like enchanted, and desperately killed the Praetorian Guards on the mountain.

Because at this time, many long weapons have been thrown out as bows and arrows, and more people can only rely on hand-to-hand combat. They grabbed the blades they could and rushed over, their eyes already on their chosen opponents.

Everyone knows that each other's strength is similar, as long as they can fight an opponent, they will live up to this trip. Some of them were holding nothing more than a broken spear, some were holding a single knife, and what Chen Jing was holding was just an iron bow, and it was an iron bow with a broken bowstring.

The blazing horse galloped, and the blood on his body flew into the air, bringing out a faint line of blood. This time, he was staring at a murderous man with a spear in his hand.

Chen Jing didn't know who the opponent was, but he knew that this person looked intact and should have extraordinary abilities. Since he is the commander of this business, it is his duty to stifle the most difficult opponents. It's not that he didn't know that he would die. But sometimes, even if you die, you have to kill another person. That person was also looking at Chen Jing, just now the horse was like a tide, he could only watch Chen Jing fight and kill Yu Wenze under the horse, and he couldn't do anything.

This time he wants to regain the morale of the Praetorian Guard, he wants to kill Chen Jing to avenge his brother, he is the leader of Yuwenze's personal guards, and there are not a few Praetorian Guards under him at this time!

The Praetorian Guards looked at the man in unison. All hope also fell on that person, they all knew that Chen Jing was the soul of the martial army, as long as Chen Jing was killed, the Praetorian Guard was eighty percent sure that they could win, and it was very likely to break through at that time.

That person is the leader of Yu Wenze's personal guards, and his martial arts are not much worse than Yu Wenze. Everyone saw that Chen Jing had been seriously injured, and he immediately crumbled, and the leader of the personal guard had just killed three people in a row, unharmed, and had already taken the advantage.

Chen Jing held a longbow in his hand, sweating on his forehead. The leader of the guards held a spear in his hand, and his eyes were grim. In the second round of kung fu, the two have already selected each other as opponents and will not die. The dust was flying, and although there was no horseshoe rumbling, all the people, one heart had been raised to their chests.

Seeing the two of them approaching rapidly, his eyes were split. The two sides rushed to face to face in an instant, and the leader of the guards did not hesitate to shoot. The opponent only has a longbow, no matter what, it will not cost his life, and when the leader of the guard shoots his gun, he has planned that no matter how the opponent moves, he will not dodge.

He must kill Chen Jing in this round, and then wipe out all the Xiaowu army! The leader of the guards thought too much of a strategy to deal with it, but he didn't expect that Chen Jing didn't make a move at all!

Chen Jing took a long breath. Catch a glimpse of the brutal battle between his companions and the Praetorian Guards. He saw one of his companions stab a Praetorian Guard in the chest with a single lance, and he saw that an enemy shot his companion through the heart.

He also saw. A warrior armed with a long arrow pounced in the air, sending the feathered arrow to the throat of the opponent before he could strangle him......

He has seen too much, and he knows that after this round, there will be no more than ten people left on the field. But he couldn't think too much about it. Seeing the spear killing, he focused his energy, and his mind was sharper than ever.

At the moment of life and death, he even saw the tip of the spear carrying water, the water droplets into a ring, and a little cold light broke out of the ring, like purple lightning. It's so fast, it's appalling. When that shot came out, the air around was whirling and whistling, and the Praetorian Guards and Xiaowu Army were all looking at the deadly shot.

Chen Jing only had time to flash, and the spear broke through the air and pierced his right chest. The blood is flying, like a camellia, and the peony is in full bloom, and the red leaves are dying with the late autumn.

The Praetorian Guards were almost cheering. At that moment, Chen Jing made a move, he just held it with both hands, and the iron bow was bent and unfurled. As the two horses intertwined, the tip of the bow turned into a dark shadow, striking the Adam's apple of the leader of the guards with unmistakable accuracy.

The two horses staggered, Chen Jing carried a spear on his chest, and he didn't move, and the leader of the guards immediately shook twice, turned over and fell on the hillside, after the sound of "poof", blood splashed, and the leader of the guards died!

The cheers of the Praetorian Guards turned into a deep sigh in his chest. On the incense burning platform, not only the blood of the soldiers is running out, but even the war horses are flowing the last blood.

"If you don't come down now, when will you wait?"

Chen Jing was covered in blood, his white robe had already been stained red with blood, he stood in the crowd, like an undefeated god of war, the Praetorian Guards on the hillside were stunned, and most of them had no will to fight at this time.

The spear in his chest is not pulled, although it is crumbling, but it is still standing, and the guards behind him also know that the key to victory or defeat lies in Chen Jing, and at this time he is also guarding Chen Jing's side, not daring to leave a step, but Chen Jing is extremely strong, he wants to strangle all the Praetorian Guards in front of him.

Chen Jing didn't stop, he actually urged the horse forward and pressed towards the opponent. The two armies were shocked by his bravery and fierceness, and it was simply unbelievable. They really can't believe that there are such dead soldiers in this world, and such iron-clad people, he can still fight? Even if Chen Jing didn't fight, it was unimaginable that he could give his companions an encouragement.

The five of them rode side by side with Chen Jing, slowly pressing down, and when the Xiaowu army behind saw that Chen Jing was so strong, they all roared in the sky, like a flesh millstone, and crushed towards the Praetorian Guards on the mountain.

The rest of the Praetorian Guards finally showed a look of horror. But they can't go back. After retreating, life is better than death. On the opposite side of the two sides, these Praetorian Guards were about to ride their horses, only to hear the sound of "Helala" in the woods, blood splashed, and a spear broke through the water, stabbing at Chen Jing like a poisonous dragon. The other end of the spear was held in Yu Wenze's hand.

Yu Wenze didn't even die!

He hid under a big tree on the hillside, just waiting for this final blow, killing Chen Jing and reversing the defeat.

No one expected this scene. This scene made the Praetorian Guards excited, and the Xiaowu Army was worried, even Chen Jing's eyes were cold, and his face was pale. Yu Wenze, like Chen Jing, was entrusted with a heavy load, how could he die easily, although the knife hit his heart, it did not cut off his vitality.

He knew that he couldn't fight anymore, and there was only one last chance left, so he hid it. The spear was killed, and Chen Jing looked like he could no longer hide. A martial artist on his side, fitting up, blocked in front of Chen Jing, blood splashed everywhere. Killed by a single shot!

Chen Jing roared angrily, fell off the horse, clamped his knees, and stuck Yu Wenze's neck, and then let out an earth-shattering roar, using his last strength, just a turn. The "click" sound, although it was slight, reached everyone's ears, but it was like thunder. Chen Jing turned around and stiffly twisted Yu Wenze's neck.

Yu Wenze died, Chen Jing fell softly, and drowned in the military array with him. The Praetorian Guard's heart sank, and the Xiaowu Army's heart lifted.

"The general is dead, the general is dead?"

I don't know who shouted like this, all the Praetorian Guards began to panic, and it was not easy to gather morale, but if it was to dissipate, it only took a simple sentence.

At this time, Long Teng blocked Yue Hu's crazy attack on the side of the West Mountain, and he didn't know what was happening, at this time the battle situation was scorching, Yu Wenze was dead on this side of the front mountain, the Praetorian Guards were in chaos, and the Xiaowu Army under the mountain also fell into a panic, although Yu Wenze was dead, Chen Jing's life and death were also unknown, there was chaos on the hillside, the Praetorian Guards unconsciously retreated, but the Praetorian Guards under the mountain also stopped attacking the mountain, without Chen Jing's leadership, they were just headless flies.

"Don't escape, come back, come back!"

On the hillside, the eyes of the adjutant general of the Praetorian Guard were about to pop out, but not many people listened to him, and as for the Overseer Brigade under Yu Wenze, they were also at a loss now, they didn't know what they should do!

"Listen to my orders, kill the incense burner!"

Just when the Xiaowu army under the mountain was at a loss, a golden-armored man suddenly walked out of the rear army, looking like a god, not Shaowu Hengyong, who is it!

Shaowu Hengyong's face was indifferent, holding a long knife, stepping on countless corpses and blood, and slowly walked towards the Xiaowu army under the incense burning platform.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

The war drums sounded like thunder, the sky became darker, the smoke on the mountain became thicker and thicker, and thunderclouds were still brewing directly above the incense burning platform, but it still did not rain.

The fighting between the two armies has become white-hot. The lush plains below the mountain were already full of corpses and limbs, red and piercing blood, all over the verdant plains, and the miserable corpses that were scattered all over the mountain, and the broken banners, blades and arrows that could be seen everywhere, the whole battlefield looked like a hell cursed by demons, and the thick bloody gas attracted flocks of crows, circling and wailing over the plains, waiting for the opportunity to fall and peck at the corpses.

The Praetorian Guard's circular defensive formation had shrunk into smaller and smaller formations, and the Praetorian Guard's faces were tired and frightened, but they still gritted their teeth and clenched their spears and shields, desperately resisting any enemy who tried to break through their formation.

At this moment, fear and fear are useless, only to fight to the death, grit your teeth and wait for the outcome of the war, victory, or death, that's all.

"Well, this ......"

Twenty miles outside the incense burning platform, two figures appeared on a mountain beam, they frowned, looking at the smoke in the distance, their hearts were sinking, they had been galloping on the battlefield for not a day or two, just by looking at it, they understood what was happening in the incense burning platform.

"General, this ......"

"Don't worry, just get there and take a look!"

The man at the head was silent for a long time, and finally took the reins, and went to the incense burning platform, for some reason, he just wanted to go and see, to see what was going on there!

On the incense burning platform, Shao Wuqing's face was indifferent, looking at Long Teng who was kneeling down in front of him, his heart was empty for a while, Yu Wenze died?

Yu Wenze is considered an old minister of the Shaowu family, although Shao Wuqing is suspicious by nature, but he has great trust in Yu Wenze, because the Yuwen family has followed the Shaowu family to conquer the world for generations.

The mountain wind blew in Shao Wuqing's ears, and he was silent for a long time, until he was a little tired, and then he whispered: "Long Teng, do something for me." ”

"What Your Majesty wants to do, just tell me." Long Teng was stunned for a moment, and then asked solemnly.

"Take out the portrait of General Yuwen for me and set up an incense case, I want to pay tribute to General Yuwen in person!"

Shao Wuqing opened his eyes, with a deep despair hidden in his eyes, for Yu Wenze's death, for his own land!

Rivers of blood flowed and blood stained the mountain pools, both on and below the mountains, all of them were filled with blood, and the air was filled with the smell of death and laughter.

Xiaowu army has already killed its temper, not for money and began to fight to the death, attacking the mountain to this day, both sides are red-eyed, attacking regardless of their bodies, guarding at the cost of their lives.

All the people are like moths one after another, just for that stubborn big summer! Shaowu Hengyong personally supervised the battle and rarely closed his eyes. The soldiers of the Xiaowu Army saw Shaowu Hengyong supervising the battle, and they were even more brave, but Shaowu Hengyong was frowning, anxious, although he was calm on the surface, but he knew that it had been too long now, he did not underestimate Shaowuqing, but underestimated the strength of the Praetorian Guards.

He was even a little suspicious of the information he had obtained, and it was really hard to believe that there were only 20,000 defenders on the mountain, and more than 20,000 of his men had died, but the incense burning platform was still standing, and there was no sign of exhaustion in the defenders.

The circular defensive formation of the Praetorian Guard has become loose, and the Praetorian Guard soldiers holding shields and spears seem to have lost their tacit understanding between attacking and defending, stretching for miles of 10,000 people, many places were broken by the fierce Xiaowu soldiers, and then the Praetorian Guards behind the formation quickly counterattacked, killing the Xiaowu soldiers back, and quickly filled the cracks in the defensive line, and the soldiers on both sides launched a life-and-death attack and defense along the line of the formation. Thick blood flowed all over the ground, turning the lush grass beneath his feet into a terrifying dark red.

"Drip ...... Drip ......"

Just when the soldiers on both sides were constantly fighting, the sky suddenly darkened, and the rain finally fell.

Shao Wuqing stood on the altar of heaven on the incense burning platform, his expression was in a trance, what he had gotten for twenty years, counting the past, these twenty years, at this moment, his gray face was a little confused. I was a young man in my prime, and now I'm getting older, what have I gained in this life? What was lost? Enemies of the year, friends?

Chu Wuheng, Liu Zhen! They all fell under his own sword, including his own own son, Shaowu Hengyong, who also died at his own hands. How much was wrong and how much was right in his life?

Shao Wuqing, who stood on the Temple of Heaven without saying a word for a long time, his expression was full of confusion and pathos.

"Boom!"

A thunderbolt split the sky out of a hole, the sky became bright at that moment, the rain was heavy, a summer rain, broke Shaowu Hengyong's dream.

The heavy rain was like a note, and the smoke on the hillside was quickly extinguished by the heavy rain, followed by countless rains washing down the mountain, the mountain road was muddy, almost an instant, when the soldiers on both sides smelled the smell of the soil, not only Yue Hu, but also Shaowu Hengyong was cold in their hearts.

With such a muddy road, how to fight, it was incomparably difficult to attack the mountain, and this heavy rain almost broke Shaowu Hengyong's confidence.

The horseshoe and the soldiers of the Warriors were so deep in the mud that they couldn't even spread their blades with their soaked armor.

"Hahahaha, God help me!"

Seeing this rainstorm, Long Teng's excited almost tears fell, although he occupied the favorable terrain, but after all, Shaowu Hengyong came prepared, coupled with the advantage of numbers, the Praetorian Guards suffered heavy casualties, and even Yu Wenze died in the military formation, if it weren't for the fact that there was no way to escape, coupled with Long Teng's death order, this incense burning platform had been broken at this time.

"Humph!"

Seeing this heavy rain, Shaowu Hengyong's face instantly became gloomy, like this, wouldn't it create an opportunity for Shaowu Qing, if he waited until King Qin's army arrived, he really had no chance!