After Wang Yijing took Zhao Hou, he continued to lead his troops deeper, and as the battle continued, the horses let out a heavy snort, and the soldiers gradually ran out, wielding steel swords more and more slowly.

One after another, his men were slaughtered under their horses, drowned in the enemy's ranks, and if they continued like this, they would be consumed alive before they could capture the enemy commander.

Wang Yijing cut off the weapons of the thousands of households on the opposite side with a sword, simply took off the head neatly, jumped off the horse, and directly occupied the opponent's mount.

Turning the horse's head, he lowered his body and rushed forward, and after less than ten paces, he shouted presumptuously:

"General Sima, do you dare to fight me?"

Sima Kuan turned his head when he heard the sound, and when he saw that it was him, he hesitated for a moment, and then picked up Changge and ran towards him.

Wang Yijing is one of the few people who must be killed by the emperor's order, the priority is second only to the king of Wu, Sima Kuan met the other party for the first time in the mansion that day, only as a dead soldier under the king of Wu, and then meet at this moment, the other party is not a lost dog that can be chased and killed, if it is allowed to develop, it will really subvert the imperial power and become an important minister of the opening dynasty......

Sima Kuan gave up the messy thoughts, Chang Ge slammed down in his hand, the long sword in the young man's hand pulled a sword flower, a white light flashed, and Tie Ge cut off a blade.

Rao is Sima Kuan has been on the battlefield for a long time, and his face is unconsciously twisted at this moment, he thought that his nemesis was only the chiseled golden gun that had been inherited for hundreds of years, but he didn't expect to encounter a sword that sharpened iron like clay so quickly, when was the magic weapon so worthless?

As the commander of the counterinsurgency, Sima Kuan's weapons in his hands have a great background, which is his family heirloom, the whole body is cast from thick pig iron, and there is a layer of 100 steel in the middle, and the ordinary thin long sword cannot withstand a single impact.

Men, regardless of whether they worship literature and practice martial arts, always aspire to have a weapon at hand, even if they are known to be scribes who serve people with virtue, and there are a few who have never fantasized about walking the rivers and lakes with a sword in green shirts, those free and casual and awe-inspiring poems are not something that a brainless and reckless man can write.

Sima Kuan, as a martial artist, weapons are both hobbies and eating guys, Wang Yijing showed his "wealth" in front of him, so naturally there is no reason not to take it.

He stabbed out and went straight to the shoulders of the opponent, who parried with his sword sideways, and in the face of the long soldier who was close at hand, he should have raised his sword to cut it.

A smile appeared at the corner of the man's mouth, his wrist twisted, the horizontal blade became vertical, and he suddenly pulled Ge's body, hooking the opponent's wrist with a sharp blade.

The speed of the blade was extremely fast, and the young man tried his best to withdraw his right hand, but the slender sword body was still hooked by the other party, and one of them was not caught, and Frost Han came out of his hand.

Sima Kuan rushed to the sword at the beginning, but the other party relied too much on weapons, and instead fell into the way.

Looking at the blade that exuded chill in his hand, Sima Kuan couldn't help but smile:

"It's really a good sword, but in the future, its surname will be Sima."

"That's not possible, this is the ancestral heirloom of my Wang family, if you want it, you have to recognize me as your father-in-law."

Wang Yijing did not panic, but looked serious, as if he really wanted to accept the other party as his righteous son, Sima Kuan laughed angrily, and held up the long sword with one hand:

"You have no weapons, what are you going to do to fight me?"

"There is no sword in my hand, but there is a sword in my heart, my grandfather once taught me a style of swordsmanship, saying that it is the ultimate of mortal swordsmanship, although the power is far less than Bai Yujing's swordsmanship, but the person who created him has been immersed in swordsmanship all his life, and this sword should be remembered by the world."

As the young man spoke, his fingers turned into a sword, and his fingertips were slightly raised, and the long sword in the palm of the opponent's hand immediately trembled.

Sima Kuan's eyes widened, a little incomprehensible, and before he could grasp the hilt of his sword, Frost Frost rose into the sky, drawing a graceful arc in the air, and returned to the young man's hand.

"What kind of sorcery are you?"

"Hex?"

Wang Yijing smiled and shook his head, "This is a serious sword technique, and it can only be displayed if it is connected with the sword intent, the sword intent is strong, and the sword intent is pure." ”

With that, the long sword in his hand suddenly shot out, and the latter hurriedly tried to block it, and with a clanging sound accompanied by sparks, Tiege shattered and fell again, and finally turned into a light rod.

Wang Yijing still didn't stop, his right hand pointed to the sky, the long sword rose into the air, and disappeared behind the clouds, and then the palm fell, and a whistle came out from the sky, and the silver-white sword body roared continuously, slashing down with an incomparable sharpness.

Sima Kuan looked at this scene in a daze, and even forgot to parry, in the face of this blow that was enough to cut off everything, any resistance was futile.

There was a crisp "click", and the long sword grazed the opponent's side, and the sword qi slammed into the ground, leaving a three-foot gap.

The young man's fingers twisted slightly, and the frost swirled and flew up, and finally crossed the man's neck.

"This sword, Ye Jian."

Only then did the young man say the name of the move, and then his expression changed, and he said with a hippie smile:

"General Sima, are you still fighting?"

Sima Kuan frowned and said nothing, there was a faint sound of horses' hooves behind him, and when he turned around, a large cloud of smoke and dust rose from the east, and after a while, nearly 10,000 soldiers appeared in sight.

Seeing the person in charge, Sima Kuan knew that his son was defeated, and even so, he still couldn't give the order to surrender.

The Sima family is not a family of military generals, but the old man Sima Haohan has been loyal to the monarch and patriotic all his life, even if all the men are killed in battle, there is no reason to surrender to the enemy.

Thinking of this, Sima Kuan's eyes instantly became firm, and just as he wanted to give the order to break the cauldron and sink the boat, there was a muffled sound in the back of his head.

He turned his head and looked at the young man with the black hand, who raised the solid wood scabbard in his hand, shrugged his shoulders and said:

"No wonder I'm wrong, it's your eyes that are wrong."

Sima Kuan's eyes darkened, and he directly planted the horse.

……

When the news of the defeat of the counterinsurgency army reached the capital, the Son of Heaven was furious, and this time the person kneeling at the bottom of the stairs became Liu Baoqing.

Sima Kuan's command was not effective, in the final analysis, it was not enough ability, so as not to affect the recommender, the young emperor was angry, gave a few words of verbal reprimand, and finally turned the big thing into a small one.

There are few people in the Manchu Dynasty who can be trusted, and now the king of Wu has 200,000 troops, and some wavering officials have begun to be eager to try in private.

At the end of the early dynasty, Wang Zhaoqi did not go to the imperial garden as usual, he sat on the steps of the palace, took off his hat and put it aside and said:

"I don't have many soldiers and horses that I can call now, and at most I can have a decisive battle with Uncle Huang, Liu Qing's family, how about I?"

Liu Baoqing stood at the foot of the stairs and said respectfully:

"Your Majesty, now it's time to use Liu Muqing, success or failure is here, you need to drive it personally."

The Son of Heaven was silent when he heard this, he knew that the so-called "use of Liu Muqing" was not to reinstate the other party's official to act as a lobbyist, but to treat him as a hostage, making the king of Wu a rat.

In addition, the parents, wives and children of those rebel generals will also be brought to the battlefield together, and this is also the intention of the Queen Mother to keep them.

Wang Zhaoqi sighed, it seems that the queen mother knew from the beginning that she would not have a ten percent chance of winning, maybe he was really an unworthy emperor.

Liu Baoqing seemed to have guessed the mind of the Son of Heaven, raised his head and said:

"Your Majesty, the future is undecided, everything is unknown, don't decide the world by temporary gains and losses."

"I don't know, but is there really a chance?"

The young man was asking the other party and himself with these words, and after speaking, he sighed again and muttered:

"Perhaps, I did something wrong in the first place."

…… (End of chapter)