Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Fall of Tu Gu

"Brother of the prince, set up the formation!"

Under Tu Gu's gaze, Xiang Yu roared, his voice heroic and domineering, echoing in the sky and spreading throughout the universe.

Thundered!

The sound of horses' hooves was like a thunderclap, and I saw that in the distance, where the ground and the sky converged, a black torrent of steel appeared, galloping with a rich evil aura.

I!

Tyrant!

It wasn't until he walked in that Tu Gu saw clearly that on the shaking flag, two big characters were embroidered, and the blood characters of the black flag were embroidered, blooming with dazzling brilliance, like a real dragon flying for nine days.

The younger soldiers of the eight thousand princes are like a sharp sword, extremely sharp and indestructible, breaking through the blockade of the 100,000 Praetorian Guards and stopping under Xiang Yu, and the weapons in the hands of many soldiers have been stained with blood.

Cold.

Chilly.

Domineering coldness.

This was the flickering thought in Tu Gu's heart, his eyes narrowed slightly, with a little uneasiness, judging from the momentum, the strength of this army was not weaker than the Shenxi Division, and even a little stronger.

"The Younger Brother of the Prince......"

Tu Gu whispered, the name of this army, he had never heard of it, and there was no such army in the seven countries of the Reckless Continent.

"Overlord Array!"

Xiang Yu roared, and the younger soldiers of the Eight Thousand Tyrant Princes brandished their war spears, the cold air was overwhelming, and the blood-colored pillars of light lingered, forming a huge military array, and the wind and clouds were turbulent, and the dust was everywhere, obscuring the sight of ordinary people.

But this bit of smoke and dust did not have the slightest impact on Tugu.

He clearly saw that in the rolling evil qi, a blood-colored phantom was condensed, the body was burly, the shoulders were like thick mountains, the bloody eyes were like two stars, the hair was falling, and countless unjust souls were wailing.

The most dazzling thing is the spear in the phantom's hand, the cold light flickering, shocking hundreds of millions of miles north and south of the country, with a rich evil aura on it, I don't know how many living beings were slaughtered.

"Battle"

Xiang Yu took the lead in attacking, and with the blessing of the Overlord Array, his strength had surpassed that of the Holy Realm, which was comparable to that of the strong men of the Liehous, his eyes widened, and his body disappeared.

In the next breath, the void above Tu Gu's head stirred.

A domineering spear aura appeared, as if ten thousand stars had fallen, carrying the power of Jiuding and suppressing it.

Jiuding is the exercise created by Xiang Yu's previous life to observe the will of Kyushu, plus the power of the world.

"This is the power of the world......"

Tu Gu lost his mind for a while, bit the tip of his tongue, quickly came to his senses, controlled the blood-colored spear, and went up to the battle, his face was hideous, and he wanted to compete for superiority, as a general who commanded a special army, he also had his own arrogance.

Battle, Battle, Battle!

No one wants to lose.

What if there is the power of the world in the military array?

He will also lead the army of Shen Xi to defeat and win.

"Broken!"

The spear was like a dragon, attacking and killing Xiang Yu, with a radius of tens of thousands of zhang, and the blood cloud rolled, and the momentum was terrifying.

Even the powerhouses of the Liehou who had just broken through would feel their hearts pound in the face of this attack.

"This blow, see how you resist it!"

Tu Gu thought to himself, a smile appeared on his cheeks red with blood, obviously satisfied with his attack.

But soon, the smile stiffened.

He found that his attack had been shattered by the Jiuding Shadow, the clouds of evil qi that filled the sky were disintegrating, and the three thousand Shenxi Breath Divisions suffered a counterattack, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, his face was pale, and his breath was sluggish.

The bloody wind blew, the battlefield was silent, the heavens and the earth were silent, and the hearts of the three thousand Shenxi divisions were shocked.

They were defeated!

At this moment, they felt that something extremely important was dissipating.

Invincible fighting spirit.

A special army is the elite of the elite, with an invincible will to fight, this fighting spirit is also the key to cohesion of the military array, once the military formation is destroyed, it will be extremely difficult to unite the battle formation again.

"Die!"

Xiang Yu burst into tears, Jiuding was radiant, his breath was monstrous, and in an instant, he hit Tu Gu's body.

"Poof......

Tu Gu spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face was bloodless, and he found that the phantom of Jiuding had dissipated, and a bright spear was inserted in his chest.

"Your name is Tugu, right, Ben will remember you!"

Xiang Yu walked slowly, his blood-colored cloak fluttering, looking at Tu Gu, whose breath was extremely weak, and said solemnly.

For Tu Gu, he still admires it, it is not easy to train a special army in the barren and backward barren and backward barren continent.

If you can worship a good master, the future is limitless.

Even if it is placed in the primeval continent where the stars are shining, it can occupy a place, defend a fortune dynasty, and protect hundreds of millions of people.

"Haha......"

The corners of Tu Gu's mouth cracked, revealing a wry smile, and the life force passed quickly, and after about ten breaths, there was no vitality.

Until death, he clenched his spear tightly and did not let go at all.

"Come on, bury General Tugu!"

Xiang Yu ordered.

The eyes of the three thousand Shen Xi divisions revealed a trace of gratitude, in the etiquette of the barren continent, burying the enemy generals represents respect.

However, gratitude is gratitude, and the hostility in their eyes has not diminished in the slightest.

"Kill!"

One general charged, followed by three thousand Shen Xi divisions, not one of them pulled down, not one of them fled.

They are the diehards of the Chu State.

The 100,000 Praetorian Guards hesitated, the situation in front of them was clear, and the fall of Tugu meant that the battle ended in failure.

Continuing to fight, what can be changed except for a few new corpses?

When people are people, there are many who fear death.

"Run!"

The cowardly put down his weapon, turned and fled, wishing that his legs were short.

If there is one, there are two, and if there are two, there are three.

Many wavering Praetorian Guards also joined the fled, and less than 20,000 men remained to join the battle.

"Kill!"

Xiang Yu ordered, and the younger soldiers of the Eight Thousand Tyrant Princes launched an attack, blessing the military formation, like a tiger descending from the mountain, a hidden dragon flying into the sky, invincible.

This is a massacre, a bloody slaughter.

Along the way, the blood stained the sky red, and the corpses were lying on the ground, with a face of relief and no regrets.

For the loyalists, defending the country and dying a well-deserved death.

In less than half an hour, the entire army of 3,000 Shen Xi was wiped out.

An hour later, 20,000 Janissaries were killed.

The extremely rich smell of blood formed several streaks of blood smoke, which spread for dozens of miles, attracting vultures that devoured carrion and hovered in the sky.

"Herald, cremation!"

Xiang Yu stood on the battlefield, his evil aura lingering, his blood-red eyes, he glanced at the vulture, and ordered in a deep voice.

"No!"

The younger brother of the prince received the order, and everyone was stained with blood, and from a distance, it looked like a god of death who had come out of hell, which was terrifying.

A fire burns out the bones of the loyal soul.

The vulture left disappointed.

The clouds of evil in the sky dissipated.

Tomorrow, when the sun rises, history will turn the page, and all the battlefields will only exist in memory and recorded in the annals of history.

People still live a normal life, but there are joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows.

If you want to say that the most bitter person, there is no one at this time than the king of Chu.