The disciple of the Confucian family fell to the ground softly, and the three souls and seven spirits quietly burrowed into the Spring and Autumn Brush.

One stroke writes the rise and fall of the dynasty, but today, the Spring and Autumn period does not seem to be able to write the rise and fall of the Daqing Dynasty.

Kong Anran looked at his dead clansmen, then let out a long sigh of relief, and said: "Burn the corpse and record it, Kong Anyu has rebelled and has been killed by my own hands!" ”

The surrounding disciples of the Confucian family were silent, and none of them dared to speak.

Only the disciples of the Kong family who were in charge of recording hurriedly wrote on a bamboo slip according to Kong Anran's instructions, and then arranged for someone to send the body of the unlucky man to be burned.

After killing someone, the anger in Kong Anran's heart was obviously vented a lot.

His tone also calmed down, saying, "Let's get out of this desert as soon as possible." If Middle-earth senses that the national fortunes of the Great Qing Dynasty have been lost, it is impossible to say that it will chase after it! ”

Although in order to prevent this situation, Emperor Pujun arranged for the troubled national teacher to cheat to death, even if the national fortune was lost, Middle-earth must have thought that the troubled national teacher betrayed Middle-earth and stole the national fortune.

But what if?

What if there is a strong man in Middle-earth who is counted as not dead in the troubled times?

This kind of major event related to the rise and fall of the family, Kong Anran doesn't want to be careless at all!

Northeast region, and Limin City.

This temporary kingdom of the Great Qing Dynasty has become a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

The flames were burning, the runes were shaking, and the corpses were roaring in anger.

The soldiers on both sides were red-eyed, and those corpse soldiers who knew that they were going to die brought the spirit of the Great Qing Dynasty to the extreme.

When their arm was broken, they continued to cut it off with another arm.

When his arms are broken, he bites them with his teeth.

When the legs are gone, I use my hands to support them and crawl.

In this kind of fierce battle, even the demon suppression soldiers suffered heavy casualties and were scarred.

Their battle line was once pressed back by the corpse soldiers of the Great Qing Dynasty, and they fought hard to take it back.

This kind of tragic battle was full of blood and internal organs, so that the witch warriors from the Xuanhuang world were dumbfounded.

It's not that they haven't experienced battles, but they've never experienced such a terrible battle!

Jin Jiabiao scolded: "Everyone! We're all witch warriors! They are all elites under the command of the Witch King! ”

"When were we scared when we were fighting with the demon clan? What's wrong with blood? What happens if you have internal organs? As long as the Witch King is still around, will we be afraid of death? ”

Jin Jialie shouted: "I'm afraid of the death of a ball!" As long as the Witch King is here, we will not die! ”

"them!"

"them!"

The witch warriors were still a little shocked, but when they thought of the respected witch king, their fighting spirit suddenly rose again.

Wu was originally the most noble person in the world.

How can you be frightened by such a small scene? If that's the case, it's the Witch King's face!

The proud warriors would rather die in battle than lose the face of the Witch King!

In the middle of the battlefield, Ji Ruming carried the head of the yellow flag master in his hand and quickly left the battlefield.

With a nail, he nailed the head of the Yellow Flag Banner Master to the flagpole of the red battle flag, and his voice spread all over the world: "The Yellow Flag Lord has been ambushed!" Today, the Great Qing Dynasty will be destroyed! ”

The demon suppressors let out a cheer, and the corpse soldiers of the Great Green Dynasty became confused.

Ji Ruming took a breath and said in a deep voice: "Inform the flag commanders and close the encirclement." ”

"Inform the helicopter formation that it is ready to take off, and the strong man of the other side should not be able to threaten the low-altitude helicopter."

He closed his eyes and suppressed the blood surging in his heart.

In the battle just now, he single-handedly faced the opponent with one super S-level and seven S-levels. In front of everyone's eyes, he beheaded the head of the Yellow Flag Banner Master, and killed the opponent's four S-level peaks.

If this battle is placed in peacetime, even if Ji Rufang is slightly better, if he wants to kill the other party, he has to go outside in a hundred moves.

But in order to defeat the resistance determination of the Great Qing Dynasty from the bottom of his heart, he did not hesitate to exchange injuries for injuries, so he killed the captain of the Yellow Flag in a short time.

He really wanted to continue to kill Prince Yuping.

But in the chaos of the army, he didn't find the figure of Prince Yuping at all, so he had to return as soon as possible to continue to preside over the battle.

He was already good at army scheduling, and the battle was only incidental.

After the death of the Yellow Banner Lord, the defense line of the Great Qing Dynasty basically collapsed by more than half.

A large number of demon suppressors burst in and began to slaughter this group of corpse soldiers who should have died a hundred years ago like chopping melons and vegetables.

Especially the group of witch warriors who flashed with Xuanhuang Qi, Ji Ruming paid special attention.

This is the warrior of Zhang Jiusin.

This is also a warrior of the Wu clan.

To be sure, although they are only soul bodies, the witch warriors are vigorous and energetic, and their fighting methods are also diverse, which is very different from the battle of the demon suppressors.

It was precisely because they were not familiar with the fighting style of the witch warriors that the corpse soldiers of the Great Qing Dynasty were killed and retreated.

Ji Ruming breathed a sigh of relief, he was very grateful to Zhang Jiusin.

If it weren't for these 30,000 witch warriors to participate in the battle, with the combat power that burst out before the extinction of the Great Qing Dynasty, the Soul Suppression Corps would definitely suffer extremely heavy casualties.

Not to mention anything else, at least a one-to-one battle loss, the other side can achieve it.

This also means that in order to destroy the 30,000 remaining corpse soldiers, Middle-earth will have to pay the price of 30,000 demon suppression soldiers!

This is the result of equipping the most advanced rune war knives, with phosphorus fire incendiary bombs, as well as helicopter formations and heavy artillery units!

But now, it's all over.

The Great Qing Dynasty can come to an end!

In mid-air, the golden five-clawed golden dragon had become dim.

Hua Zhenguo's red battle flag also quietly faded.

On the contrary, the Xuanhuang Qi on my body is constantly surging, and there are even signs of faintly suppressing both sides.

Hua Zhenguo glanced at me meaningfully, and then said to Emperor Pu Jun: "Emperor Pu Jun, the Great Qing Dynasty should have ended more than a hundred years ago, and you forcibly continued the national fortune of the Great Qing Dynasty for a hundred years, but by now, it should end here!" ”

Although the Great Qing Dynasty was about to fall, Emperor Pujun still looked indifferent, and the dragon robe on his body was as neat as new.

He smiled and said, "Middle-earth should have ended in the Dark Night Era, aren't you like continuing the national fortune of Middle-earth?" ”

"In this world, only strength can control everything."

"You and I both know the truth, why bother to say more?"

Hua Zhenguo said seriously: "I have a lot of rivers in the Middle Earth, and the banner people should be one of my Middle Earth peoples. Emperor Pujun, if you are willing to surrender and merge the national fortune of the Daqing Dynasty into Middle-earth, you can continue to inherit the lineage of the bannerman. ”

"Otherwise, the Great Qing Dynasty will be destroyed, and the banner people will have no luck from now on!"

In the face of Hua Zhenguo's persuasion, Emperor Pu Jun shook his head slightly: "Hua Zhenguo, the flag man who surrendered, is it still called the flag man?" ”

"The flag man can have no national luck, but he can't be spineless!"

"We surrendered once more than a hundred years ago, and today, we will never surrender again!"

"I am not the last emperor of a hundred years ago! My name is: Aixin Jueluo, Pu Jun! ”