Feeling the wind coming from Fang Tian's halberd, Feng Sheng's eyes flashed with horror, and he picked up his weapon and wanted to resist.

Pity.

Liu Heng's speed of swinging the halberd was too fast, and he came to him in the blink of an eye, and at the stall where the generals did not react, Fang Tian drew the halberd and smashed it firmly on Feng Sheng's chest.

Suddenly, he was like a kite with a broken string, flying towards Zhu Di's camp at great speed, his sternum was sunken down, with more air coming out and less air in.

It seems that in the first confrontation, the Ming Empire was completely defeated.

"Damn."

Seeing that his side was out, Chang Yuchun and Ming Chengzu Zhu Di scolded with hatred of iron and steel.

Zhu Di's eyes flashed with coldness, and his heart was full of killing intent.

This damn Feng Sheng, didn't he say that he was of improper use?

What now?

It doesn't matter if you're dead, but you're the first to lose!

Da Ming's face has made you lose everything.

"Your Majesty, don't be so angry, the two are not at the same level at all, General Feng Sheng is not unjustly defeated."

Next to Zhu Di, a middle-aged man dressed as a scribe with a beard on his chin hurriedly exonerated the dead Feng Sheng.

If Feng Sheng is not exonerated from the crime, then Zhu Di may blame Feng Sheng's family.

When the time comes, how will other generals view the royal family of the Ming Empire?

How will the other empires view the Ming Dynasty?

"Hmm!"

Hearing this, Zhu Di nodded, dispelled the idea of condemning Feng Sheng's family, and threw a grateful look at the middle-aged scribe by the way.

Just now, the resourceful military advisor beside him reminded him, otherwise he would condemn the families of the fallen generals, and the prestige of the Ming royal family would plummet.

The middle-aged scribe is naturally Mr. Liu Ji, who is known as "Zhuge Liang in three parts of the world, and Liu Bowen in the whole country".

……

"Hah! Eat a certain knife. ”

The second cuckold man blushed, as if he was raising a knife with all his might, which couldn't help but make people want to laugh.

The Qinglong Yanyue Knife in his hand, so fast that he could only see the silver-white knife light, a faint aura surrounded it, the air was torn, and the cold glow came from the blade.

"Is this one of the three knives of the mung bean man?"

Seeing the oncoming face, with a strong sense of oppression, so fast that he could only see the afterimage of the sword light, Liu Heng muttered to himself, not caring about the killing moves that came from all around.

"Scatter."

A word came out of his mouth, and he didn't look at the Gang Qi that had been destroyed, and the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand swept across, easily receiving the attack of the six generals.

"Eat a lonely halberd."

The six generals who were shocked back stabilized their figures, brandished their weapons again and rushed up, and Liu Heng's mind flashed the idea that this was the case.

At this moment, he finally knew what kind of old fish he was, and he wanted to hone his mutant ability.

In that Marvel complex world, under the limitations of modern weapons, he has little control over the ability of his opponent's experiments.

It's good now.

Here, he can not only master his abilities more and more, but also learn more combat experience from them.

He had to wonder if he was the son of the so-called old fish, who was so good to himself.

"This seat is not your father, and this seat does not have a son like you who is a spicy chicken."

As if he could feel Liu Heng's heart fluctuations, the mysterious old fish spoke again, striking unreservedly.

"Huh!"

Hearing the words of the old fish ringing in his head again, Liu Heng couldn't help rolling his eyes, but the movements in his hands did not stop, and the speed and strength were even faster.

Today.

He just wants that "unworthy of the name" martial saint to become a death saint.