In the ring, there were four uncold corpses lying down, and the blood on the corpses was still murmuring.

From the beginning to the end, it's just a hundred breaths.

For many, however, it seems like a hundred years have passed.

The process is so simple, and the result is so neat - those who lose may not be able to live all of them.

In the showdown between the heavens, fame and fortune are all vain, there is no false benevolence and righteousness, only life and death.

Both sides are trapped beasts, bound in a cage of hatred, and they must either win or die to be freed.

From this point of view, whether it is the three red-capped people who have died, the six apostles, or Mei Yinzhi, they are all liberated.

The emperor Taiji on the city wall is still majestic, and he still does not lose the style of a generation of heroes.

But his back was slightly wet, and his fingers were firmly clasped on the battlements, as if they were about to break the bricks.

The death of the three red-topped people has to be said to be a huge loss.

And what made him even more uneasy was that this familiar defeat seemed to make him return to the feeling he had when he was in the first southern expedition.

At that time, he also felt that he was going to win.

In the end, however, he lost.

So far, in the face of Qin Shuhuai, he has not won once.

So, will he win the next game?

"Smack!"

He cut off a small corner of the bricks, and he gritted his teeth.

Will win!

Even if he doesn't win, Sudaha will win!

Today, Qin Shuhuai must die!

Just as he was thinking about this, he suddenly heard a huge roar erupt from the Ming army's array.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

In the ring, Mei Yinzhi had already raised the Heavenly Sword, and the tip of the sword slowly approached Haoge's throat.

Huang Taiji's ears buzzed.

At this time, Haoge was facing him, although he was separated by a few hundred meters, Huang Taiji could still see his son's face, full of fear and despair.

As a father, now he is going to watch his son being killed!

And he has to try to keep his composure.

This is undoubtedly a form of torture.

"Poof!"

The tip of the sword went into his throat, and he raised it again, and Hauge's head flew.

Mei Yinzhi's openness gave Hauge the happiest way to die, and to some extent Hauge should be grateful to him.

Huang Taiji's eyes darkened, and his body shook.

But he held on.

Not a word!

All the Tartar soldiers at the head of the city are also dead and silent!

The north wind howled, rolling up the remaining snow.

Cold!

Chang Wuji cut the rope that bound Cao Wenzhao with a few swords, and then helped him untie the acupoint.

Cao Wenzhao's eyes were red, he stood up tremblingly, straightened his clothes, and then slowly knelt down and solemnly kowtowed to the six apostles who were in different places.

Mei Yinzhi picked up the head of the six apostles with an expressionless face, pressed his hand on his body, and then carried him out of the ring.

His mutilated ears and shoulders left a trail of crimson blood, which soon merged with the blood of the six apostles and flowed down.

There was no sadness on his face, but the more stubborn he was, the more unbearable it was.

In the Ming army, it was also dead silence at this moment.

Qin Shuhuai, Qiu Dali, Meng Wei, Meng Hu, Lai San'er and other Jianghe gang people, Li Daliang and other Dongchang fans, Li Jingting and other Jinyi Wei elites, as well as Wang Datong, Zhiren, Zhikong, Tang Sanniang and a large number of martial arts people, all stood silently on both sides, watching Mei Yinzhi slowly return with the remains of the six apostles.

Mei Yinzhi handed the Yitian Sword back to Qin Shuhuai, did not speak, but walked to the camp with the six apostles in his arms.

At this time, suddenly there was a shout from the direction of the ring.

"Qin Shuhuai, it's your turn!"

It is Ning impermanence.

Qin Shuhuai's pupils shrank slightly, and then he handed the sword to Li Jingting beside him.

Li Jingting said, "Grandpa Guo, don't you really use a sword?"

Qin Shuhuai has been dominating the world with one person and one sword for several years, and no one expected this crucial battle, but he gave up using the sword.

No one can figure it out.

Only Qin Shuhuai knew that Ning Wuchang on the other side would never use a sword.

Ning Wuchang practiced a very special kind of exercise, he didn't use any weapons, but whether it was his body or moves, he specialized in using swords.

Especially the long sword of the Heavenly Sword.

In the first few battles, Qin Shuhuai was almost taken by him several times because of his sword, it can be said that although the long sword is sharp, but when facing Ning Wuchang, there is a feeling that he can't use it strongly.

Ning Wuchang is a special existence, and he cannot be judged by the thinking of an ordinary master.

Every time he thought of the moment when his wrist was clasped by him that day, Qin Shuhuai would shudder.

If it weren't for the chance to shrink his bones, I'm afraid he would have died by now.

So he made up his mind, since the Heavenly Sword was no match for him, then he would simply be empty-handed to him!

Maybe there's a chance to win!

Last night, he asked Zhikong and Zhiren to play several sets of empty-handed kung fu in the seventy-two Shaolin stunts to show him, and with the foundation of Jiuyang Divine Skills, he was familiar with it after only a few times.

In addition, Zhikong and Zhiren carefully instructed them overnight, and taught their own experiences, so that they could understand the subtlety and mystery.

Although there was no apprenticeship, Zhikong and Zhiren taught him these kung fu - although at first they just said that they would let him "observe", but later they were completely real teaching.

Zhikong and Zhiren knew that they were breaking the rules of Shaolin, but at the moment they couldn't think of a reason to stop learning.

Because it's saving people.

To save Qin Shuhuai is to save thousands of people.

Saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, is there a greater good than this? Because of this, even if the Shaolin rules are broken, the abbot will inevitably forgive.

Qin Shuhuai patted Li Jingting's shoulder, and then jumped up, just a rise and fall, and flew into the ring.

Standing still, he glanced at Li Dingguo, who was tied to the side.

Li Dingguo's acupoint was pointed out and he couldn't make an expression, so he could only open his eyes wide and return Qin Shuhuai a firm expression.

Zhikong and Zhiren glanced at each other, their palms already wet.

Although he taught him last night, but how profound Shaolin's mastery is, just one night, can Qin Shuhuai really understand the mystery?

Qiu Dali, Lai San'er, Chen Jing and others took a few steps forward, with a posture of rushing up at any time to play with their lives.

On the city wall, Huang Taiji, Dai Shan and others stretched their necks, waiting for the moment to decide their fate.

Whether their lifesaver exists depends on the next showdown.

Ning Wuxian didn't even use a sword, and couldn't help laughing, "Qin Shuhuai, where is your sword, won't you be so afraid that you can't even pick up a sword?"

Qin Shuhuai snorted coldly, "Why do you need a sword to kill you?"

Ning Wuchang laughed even more, "Okay, great! Sure enough, you are young and frivolous, and you love to be in the limelight! Haha, without the Heavenly Sword, do you think you are still Qin Shuhuai?"

Before, Qin Shuhuai was afraid of Ning Wuchang's melee kung fu, and Ning Wuchang was not afraid of Qin Shuhuai's Heavenly Sword?

Of course, fear is fear, after a few fights, Ning Wuchang felt that even if Qin Shuhuai had the Heavenly Sword, he was not his opponent.

And now, this kid doesn't even take a sword, how is this different from sending him to death?

He thought that in terms of empty-handed kung fu, he would lose?

Qin Shuhuai said, "Don't talk nonsense, let's start." ”

After that, the body leaned forward slightly, the left leg was slightly bent forward, and the hands were claws in front of and behind, but it was the starting style of the Shaolin dragon claw hand.

Ning Wuchang smiled disdainfully.

What about the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand?