Lin Feng turned sideways and shouted: "Duan Qiu, you toast and don't eat and drink, since this is the case, I don't need to be polite to you, look at the trick." ”

The two of them hit the ground from their horses, and when they changed hands, they had already made more than 100 moves, but they didn't see the slightest hint of victory or defeat.

Both of them were once generals of the Yun Kingdom, and today, they have become opponents in battle, which can't help but make people sigh that some things are impermanent. But in the end, they can't live because of their own sin, or maybe neither of them thought that there would be such a day. Duan Qiu has a clear conscience, because he has not done anything bad, standing between heaven and earth, he is walking straight, and there is no one to be worthy of, no one to be sorry for.

Lin Feng was different, back then, he killed 200,000 Yunguo soldiers in a moment, wouldn't he be afraid at midnight? Wouldn't the 200,000 unjustly killed souls appear in his dreams and ask for his life? How could he live so peacefully, and dare to say that he betrayed Yun Guo without shame.

Thinking of this, Duan Qiu's resentment accumulated over the past few days erupted at this moment, and the sword in his hand was dancing like a tiger and a tiger, and after more than a hundred moves passed, the momentum was still undiminished, but it was Lin Feng, who was already vaguely defeated.

Duan Qiu took advantage of the situation to pursue, and with a sword, he picked open the blade in his hand, and the tip of the sword went straight to Lin Feng's throat, as long as he took another step forward, the sword in his hand would pierce the skin and kill him.

"Unexpectedly, over the years, your martial arts have not regressed at all." Lin Feng looked at the sword against his throat, there was not a trace of compromise in his eyes, "Duan Qiu, you and I are not the same, today I lost to you, because my skills are not as good as others, and I will be a good man again in twenty years." Lin Feng glanced at Duan Qiu and directly collided with the sword in his hand, blood gushing out and dripping to the ground.

Seeing this, Duan Qiu withdrew the sword in his hand, took out the silk handkerchief from his arms, wiped it and threw it to the ground. His sword is not worthy of the blood of such a man.

Turning around and leaving, without the slightest nostalgia, behind him was Lin Feng's dead corpse, and his eyes were still in the direction of the fight.

At this time, do you think that the Qi State will still be able to capture the imperial capital? It's time for you to wake up from your daydreams, and as long as I, Duan Qiu, are alive for a day, I will never let you leave here alive. It's just fighting for this life and protecting our country's land, so what's the matter?

The sword points to the sky, who can win the Central Plains?

"Soldiers, kill, I will drive out all those who invade our land." With Duan Qiu's roar, the soldiers of the Yun Kingdom, who were already red-eyed, rushed in front of the enemy as if they were not dying, slashing with a sword, and they didn't even have time to give the other party a chance to react, and when they looked at it again, their heads had already fallen to the ground with blood. Their eyes widened as if they couldn't believe what was happening before them, but they never had a chance to say it again.

A blood-to-blood battle, a battlefield where life was fought, Lin Feng, the general of the Qi State's unified army, had been beheaded by Duan Qiu, and their morale was equivalent to a discount. And the generals of the Yun Kingdom seemed to be stimulated, and they fought desperately, and this raid battle ended in the defeat of the Qi State after all.

In addition to the banners of the Qi State, there were also endless corpses scattered all over the place, and the 100,000 troops of the Qi State took advantage of the night to take the imperial capital of the Yun Kingdom. In the end, after a day and a night of fighting, the 100,000 soldiers were wiped out, and none of them went back, and the imperial capital of Yunguo, under the illumination of the remnant sun, was dyed all red.

In this battle, Prime Minister Wen Qingwen was martyred, leaving behind the praise of future generations. When everything settled, Duan Qiu sighed deeply, it didn't matter who was right and who was wrong, the important thing was that the imperial capital of the Yun Kingdom was finally held. Many years later, on the Huangquan Road, he finally deserved the trust of the first emperor.

Not to be relatively speechless, to have nothing to say.

This can be regarded as the best explanation for the first emperor.

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