readx;? Chapter 199: The Quartet's Triumphant Song (I)

Han Qi's eyes were still unwillingly open, who was he? He was the real pride of the sky. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although his background is not high, he has the qualifications and ability to stand out from the crowd, how could he be, how could he be defeated in the hands of a mere peak martial artist in the spiritual realm.

He was unwilling, too unwilling.

He didn't know that his opponent was actually an out-and-out monster, with a stoic will, a meticulous psychology, and a supernatural talent, he lacked nothing.

This era is destined not to belong to Han Qi.

Qin Yu breathed a sigh of relief, he slowly walked in front of Han Qi, his body was tightly sunk into the rocks, Qin Yu said to him, "Are you not convinced?"

Han Qi smiled weakly, and blood foamed from the corner of his mouth, "How is it possible? How is this possible? You are only at the peak of the Spirit Realm, how can you be my opponent?"

Qin Yu smiled, "The strength of your low-level realm looks very strong, but it is flashy, you are too much in pursuit of the realm, but you ignore the most essential things, your foundation is not laid, your spiritual power is vain, and it is possible for a half-step realm to defeat you, and, I'm sorry, I just happened to be able to defeat a half-step realm!"

Han Qi's pupils gradually dizzled, and he muttered to himself, "I didn't expect that I would lose to you!"

Han Qi died, and he finally lost to his careless and arrogant body, although she was a low-level realm, but he didn't have the strength to match his arrogance.

His death has also become the most powerful weapon against the Heavenly Snake Village.

Han Qi is dead, in the eyes of everyone, the three masters don't make many shots, but every time he makes a move, it is accompanied by a bloody storm, this time, too, it's just that the object has become himself.

Every time he made a move, he was undefeated, but the consequence of failure was that he fell and died, and he was extremely heavy.

In such a big battle, the death of the main force was of a devastating nature, and Qin Yu's victory set off a high roar in the Great Zhou army array.

Qin Yu coldly swept over everyone present, "Everyone, fight with me!"

He didn't say much, his voice was low, and his face was pale after the war, but for some reason, this sentence seemed to have a special appeal, and the Great Zhou soldiers present seemed to have eaten gunpowder.

One by one, they turned into howling wolves, they didn't care about anything, they didn't care about anything, what could be more fascinating than a painful battle, a painful victory?

This is their big battle, they want to win, they want to show that young man, their strength.

"Rush!"

I don't know who shouted, and the two hundred soldiers of the Great Zhou rushed over like tigers descending from the mountain.

Wang Meng and Liu Xiaochen were also boiled by Qin Yu's words, they have been fighting for too long, they are all fighting for the sake of fighting, and the purpose of their battle is also very simple, that is, to win.

But today, why is he so unbreathable? Did that kid say something? Why did he provoke himself with this sentence?

However, the feeling of this kind of battle is really immersive, hearty, what else to say?

The battle was too fierce, too painful.

An hour later, there were no more than ten of the soldiers of the Great Zhou who could stand, but they looked at each other and laughed!

The people of the Heavenly Snake Village are all dead, there is not a single one left, and no one surrenders, these people are bandits and men.

Qin Yu incinerated their corpses on the spot, and then organized people to transport all the belongings of the Heavenly Snake Village down the mountain, and of course, he also took the Heavenly Snake Palm that Han Qi comprehended.

In Qin Yu's eyes, Han Qi was actually an extremely talented person, and the Heavenly Snake Palm he comprehended was also a good martial art.

In just half a day, the former Snake Mother Mountain Heavenly Snake Village was completely wiped out, this was the first battle after Qin Yu declared war on the Northwest Xiang Clan, but it was far from the end.

Qin Yu brought two hundred people, and lost about ten people in this battle, this is the elite soldiers.

When they walked to the bottom of the mountain, the night was falling, and the group did not return to Qingyuan City immediately, but lit a fire at the foot of the mountain to cook.

The night was dark, the fire was burning silently, under Qin Yu's organization, some soldiers immediately bought wine and meat in Qingyuan City, this is the most simple idea of being a soldier, since they have won a battle, they should eat and drink well.

After a long time of busyness, the aroma of wine wafted up.

In fact, it is said that it is a wine, but it is actually a very inferior wine, there is no way, there is really no good wine in the place where Qingyuan City is located.

However, as the old saying goes, it's not wine, it's mood, it's excitement.

This is the joy that comes after winning a battle.

Qin Yu also put down the shelf, he and these brothers who lived and died together drank a lot of wine, ate a large piece of meat, cursed a certain Shangguan together, and talked about a little girl and daughter-in-law together.

The most real thing about being a soldier, just a bowl of wine, they can turn war with you into a jade silk, they see you still frowning coldly one moment, and the next moment you are a good brother who has nothing to say.

Qin Yu drank inferior wine, but his heart was extremely happy, he and Liu Shachen, Wang Meng, and an unknown soldier were all talking and laughing loudly, without the slightest scruples.

What are you afraid of?

In life, why do you have to be careful to guard against others, why can't you open your heart, why do you keep fighting?

Qin Yu is like that.

He has experienced too many struggles, from friends, enemies, court, battlefields, open killings, assassinations...... So, he needs this drunkenness, he needs to come and vent.

The victory of a big battle, in exchange for a drunk, is quite appropriate.

Qin Yu kept drinking, slowly, his eyes became confused, he didn't know what he was talking about, whether it was gibberish or muttering, it was all his own business now.

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

If you don't drink it now, when will you drink it? Could it be that after everyone is sober, he will drink it again? At that time, he will not be a person, and he will become General Qin, Lord Qin, and Young Master again.

These identities are like invisible shackles shackling him, how good it is now, no one cares, and it doesn't matter what he says.

The night was getting darker.

The soldiers at the foot of the mountain slowly fell asleep, the fire was extinguished, Qin Yu also fell asleep, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, it could be seen that he was very happy, maybe in the dream, he was still drinking, and he was still doing something that made him happy.

This was Qin Yu's first drunkenness since he entered the Western Wilderness, and it was also the most enjoyable, and maybe after a long time, he would miss this drunkenness.

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