War is hell.

Witnessing the Nine Emperor Maidens of Hell crying from the beginning to the end, Xia Ji finally couldn't stand her tears anymore, got up and walked out of the tower, carrying a jar of spirits to the edge of hell.

In the sky above the imperial city, the iron-gray clouds were piled up, like the mountains of ink hanging low, but they were bound in mid-air by the great power of heaven and earth.

This time, the imperial city was defended again, but the number of dead people could not be counted, the two city gates had deep dents, and there were piercing holes, the doors could only be barely closed, and there were many heavy objects around the perimeter that were used to block the door at any time to prevent a sudden attack by the alien race.

Xia Ji slapped open the sealing mud of the wine jar, his fingers grabbed the cold rim of the altar, and the mellow wine swayed to his lips.

Look up.

Drink.

Wine into the liver and sausage.

Such as a still fire burning.

...

Deng Jue's face was full of wind and frost, and he walked towards the tower, he no longer had the sharpness of a few days ago, he was extremely old and tired, and his body was stained with blood, and there were his own, and more of his colleagues' enemies.

Suddenly there was movement under the city, Deng Jue looked sideways, and saw another ghost general riding a giant wolf from a distance in the distance, standing under the city, the ghost head waved his long knife, laughed and shouted: "Are you all wastes in the Great Shang Dynasty, you can't defend against it, you can't win it alone, who else dares to fight with me?" ha!!"

Deng Jue recognized the person, this is the ghost general who cut off a total of nineteen heads of his own generals and knights - Chikui.

It is also taboo for enemy generals to challenge and not fight, because it will reduce the morale of the army, but Deng Jue can't manage so much, is there still morale now?

Everyone is still here, by no means supported by morale, but by instinct to continue to boil, and to the end.

He walked around the corner and saw the prince in black armor who was drinking, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion in his heart, I heard that this prince sat under house arrest in the deep palace for two years and chanted scriptures for two years.

When Deng Jue was thinking about it, he had already walked to Xia Ji's side, stood with him by the railing, looked at the city, and suddenly said softly: "His Royal Highness the Seventh fulfilled his promise and never left until this time, the old man admired, but this city can no longer be held, His Highness is still ...... Let's go. ”

Xia Ji didn't answer, he just carried the wine jar and drank wildly, and at the end of the drink, he threw the wine jar away at will, smashed it, and then said, "Okay." ”

The next moment, he jumped down from the city wall in Deng Jue's unbelievable eyes, and with a wave of his right hand, the black halberd leaning against the wall flew away and fell into his hands.

Boom!

He fell heavily under the city and twisted his neck.

The ground cracked, like a meteor crashing to the ground.

In the city, Deng Jue only felt that his brain buzzed and became blank, "good" is what it means??

Under the city, Chi Kui was also shocked by the posture and momentum of this appearance, and couldn't help asking, "You... Who are you?"

Xia Ji replied "Xia Ji", and then stepped on the ground, a sun-like light flashed on his toes, and his body pulled out an afterimage and went straight to the target.

Chi Kui killed nineteen people in a row, no one dared to fight, and his self-confidence was also bursting, and he was shocked that he would not meet at this time, although he was still puzzled, "Who is Xia Ji? Why didn't he report his identity?", but when he saw the other party rushing over, he still reacted quickly.

A fierce light flashed in Chikui's eyes, and the thick legs covering the armor grabbed the giant wolf, and galloped over with the ghost-headed long knife in his hand.

Da Da...

Two extremely fast figures hedged east and west, like two thunderbolts clashing in the center and colliding.

Xia Ji didn't use any skills, the tip of the black halberd flashed through the glory of Jiuyang, and the hot halberd blade smashed down, Chi Kui roared angrily, and the bloody aura of the ghost-headed long knife floated on it, breaking through the air to greet it!

Halberd falls.

Knife shattering.

Fall to the bottom.

Passed through the space where Akakui was.

Xia Ji passed through this ghost general, continued to walk forward, his arm stretched, the long halberd stretched out, and as he walked, he asked in a deep voice: "Who else?"

Behind him, a blood line appeared on the body of the invincible ghost general, and a blood line also appeared on the back of the giant wolf, and after a pause of two seconds, a thicker and thicker blood line burst out, and it was completely divided into two parts.

Chikui, the giant wolf, and the ghost-headed long knife all fell in the snow, and the pupils of the half-pointed face were still frightened.

On the head of the imperial city wall, in the tower, many eyes were focused on the black-armored prince, and many people didn't even see it clearly, and the battle was over.

Deng Jue was still standing against the railing, staring at the city with a pair of tired old eyes, his expression was shocked and complicated, and his hands had unconsciously clasped the brick cracks in the battlement.

Xia Ji has already gone far.

Six or seven miles away, millions of refugees were imprisoned.

Countless eyes were staring at the figure of the black-armored prince, and some of them were silent, and soon the ghost side burst out with a roar, roaring at the black-armored prince.

Xia Ji walked between the two armies, raised his black halberd, and asked lightly, "Who else?"

Soon a burly and tall strong man came out of the ghost camp, he rode a giant wolf, coldly skimmed the black-armored general on the opposite side, who didn't even have a mount, and snorted.

He carried a giant axe, suddenly accelerated the sprint, the momentum of the whole body continued to rise with the impact of the giant wolf, and when he arrived in front of the black-armored prince, he burst into a shout, the momentum had reached its peak, and the giant axe tore through the wind and snow and fell.

"Good!"

Xia Ji's right hand black halberd fell to the ground suddenly, not even a thousand styles, the body rushed forward, and the right hand shot forward, in the process of shooting, the eighteen layers of hell appeared on the hand, the law of a hundred ghosts walking at night, and became a giant hand.

The giant hand pierced through the air, passed through the giant axe, and grabbed directly at the strong man of the ghost side.

The burly and fierce strong man was startled, but he couldn't react, he was lifted into the air by the giant hand, and then smashed to the ground along with the giant wolf under his crotch.

Boom!!!

It's like two blood-drinking mosquitoes were shot, and the blood shot wildly in all directions, and the giant wolf and the strong man were deflated.

The blood flowed to Xia Ji's black armor, and then turned into a fine blood snake that lingered on the black halberd, like water entering a sponge, and was quickly absorbed.

"It's a pity it's too weak. ”

The world is quiet, and the wind and snow are raging.

Xia Ji didn't grasp the halberd, his hands were open, and he continued to walk forward in the wind and snow, and asked word by word: "Also, yes, who?!"

As soon as the voice fell, another ghost general with a beard and a height of more than two meters came out of the battle, he frowned and stared at Xia Ji seriously, obviously thinking about the flaw, suddenly his eyes lit up and he didn't know what he thought, he rushed out with a knife and a horse.

When he was about to get closer, the tall general suddenly jumped up, and the big sword in his hand made a loud sound, and slashed down with unstoppable might.

Xia Ji looked at the concussive blade, his expression remained unchanged, he turned his head to one side, and the two fingers of his right hand pressed sideways at will, the scorching sun flashed on his fingertips, and the golden light exploded, and the lightning and flint pressed against the slashed knife.

The knife that moves at high speed is swinged!

Xia Ji took a step forward and grabbed the head of the strong man, twisted it directly, and fell to the ground casually.

He was very fast, and the healthy horse behind him was still running with a headless corpse, and then ran a hundred meters before the corpse landed.

Xia Ji looked at the army of ghosts in the distance, roared and asked, "Who else?!"

After a few breaths, another burly ghost warrior roared out of the crowd, and where he passed, the ghost soldiers gave way one after another, obviously this person had a lot of status in the ghost side.

He didn't lift his weapon, like an enraged brown bear, he rushed over, his momentum grew, his muscles became tighter and tighter like tree roots, his whole body was tense like a full bow, and when he got close, he raised his hand to punch it.

A punch tore through the wind and snow, and blasted forward with the sound of wind, thunder, and firecrackers.

Xia Ji didn't move, his right hand was raised, his palm was stretched, and five scorching suns appeared above his five fingers, and there were four more palms, shining.

With a pull of his palm, his five fingers held Jiuyang fiercely in his hand, and then he didn't dodge the powerful attack, and met it head-on with a-for-tat punch.

Punch for fist.

Boom!!

Unleash your strength!

The body of the ghost warrior was rushed into by the qi of the Nine Suns, just like a thin and soft leather tube being connected to a powerful water pump.

In an instant, the warrior's body swelled several times, the skin could not support it, and it exploded after a breath or two of pain, and the flesh flew sideways and landed on Xia Ji's face, but it was burned by the high temperature of Jiuyang's true qi, and it fell into the demon armor and was quickly absorbed.

Snow falls.

Blood.

Xia Ji stood in front of the two formations, grabbed a piece of burning meat that fell on the shoulder armor with his right hand and threw it away at random, and then beckoned to the distance.

The ghost warriors came out one by one, and they were killed by Xia Ji in a rough way.

This method of killing makes people feel like they have returned to the bloodiest and most barbaric ancient times.

The heavy figures on the walls of the imperial city were dumbfounded, and every time the prince killed someone, their morale seemed to be one point higher.

Not much.

The snow in front of Xia Ji was all dyed red, like a butcher who had just finished chopping meat, scattering the minced meat and bones all over the ground, and many places were even piled up into hillocks.

Chikui killed nineteen people, but at this time, Xia Ji had already killed more than that number.

There are birds in the northland, inhabiting the high mountains, with gorgeous feathers, not flying for three years, not singing for three years, and waiting for the wind and clouds.

The wind and clouds are coming, this bird does not fly, it flies into the sky, and it does not chirp, and it is amazing.

The imperial city, the ghost side, looked at the prince who was like standing in the center of the stage, chanting Buddha for nearly three years and looking like a crazy demon.

For a while, the world was silent.

No one from the ghost camp rushed out, and the meat grinder-like battlefield was as silent as death.

Xia Ji casually threw away a human head, and asked with a calm expression, "Who else?"

But there was no one to answer him, and no enemy generals were out of battle.

The prince of the Great Shang waited for a long time, and suddenly the corners of his lips flickered, and he raised his head, and let out a rampant and piercing laugh between the two bursts of heavy snow.