Beast Concubine: The Demon Queen of the Ghost King

The [-] soldiers are fascinated by admiration on one side, but trembling on the other side.

Seeing this, Zhang Qi couldn't bear it any longer, and there was a fishy smell coming from under her body - she was so frightened that she peed her pants.

And General Wang also had a pale face, his sleeves clenched tightly into fists: what Yuer said is true, this Nangong Aotian must not stay.

Desperate for his life, he wanted to destroy Nangong Aotian for Yu'er, otherwise he would become a stepping stone on Yu'er's road in the future.

"The name of the ghost king is famous all over the world. Today, the Japanese general wants to learn, to learn." The sword at the waist flashed out, and in an instant, a silver sword light pierced the night sky. On the plain face, deep and sharp eyes Gradually the will to fight welled up.

"Since the lord and lord have such an elegant mood, then I might as well accompany General Wang to fight."

Nangong Aotian moved forward with his sword again, with a leisurely look, he curled his lips coldly, and a cold murderous aura shot out from his eyes.

And General Wang also looked back at Nangong Aotian coldly, the fierce battle in his deep eyes gradually turned into a prairie fire, and he couldn't see the end at a glance: as a general drunk lying on the battlefield, as a soldier Take the samurai of the ice blade, what is more exciting than meeting an equal opponent?

General Wang is very excited!

But Nangong Aotian is too leisurely, his eyebrows are cold and arrogant, his eyes are full of ice, when he raises his eyes, the air instantly condenses, and the brilliance is brilliant, but those who are familiar with him know another meaning: annoying, the opponent is too weak, really annoying !

The silver sword in his hand was placed on the side at random, seemingly inadvertently placed, but if a skilled swordsman saw it, he would know that this is a move that only a swordsman who is extremely confident in his own swordsmanship would adopt .

Can attack and defend, see the tricks and dismantle them, and remain invincible.

However, Nangong Aotian's starting style is different. His sword edge is slightly sideways. This angle is just the best angle for a swordsman to attack. It seems to be attackable and defensive, but in fact it is different. It is full of murderous aura, and the edge is hidden. .

And Nangong Aotian at this moment, is also the same as his sword-wielding style, seemingly calm and leisurely, but in fact he hides his murderous intentions, and it should be killed by one blow!

Could it be that he intends to kill himself with one move?It's like killing two rows of killers with a half-stroke just now!

Under the stage, the [-] soldiers resumed their wooden carvings again at this moment, they did not whisper, but looked at Nangong Aotian and General Wang calmly.

Everyone knew in their hearts that their lord would undoubtedly win, but after all, General Wang was a famous general in the Zhao country, and he was not someone who wasted his name in vain.

Such an opportunity for masters to confront each other is not common for them, and they must learn skills from it.

There are not many opportunities for the prince to teach personally, and the soldiers of the Tiger Head Camp have always cherished such opportunities.

If General Wang knew the hearts of the fifty thousand soldiers, he might be so angry that he would vomit blood again. They didn't take him seriously at all, but he was just a training partner of their prince.

Luo Ming and Luo Ling moved to Jin Yi's side.

Luo Ming said softly: "Tell me, how many tricks will the prince use this time?"

Jin Yi frowned: "It should be more than ten moves." After all, he taught [-] soldiers personally, and no one who has ten or eight moves can see anything.

But more than ten moves, I'm afraid the prince doesn't have that patience.

"Will the prince be impatient and kill him with one move!" Luo Ling was a little worried, his prince was the most impatient.

"No, my lord knows that this Great General Wang is still useful, so I probably wouldn't cut him down. At most, I'll break my hand or leg. Don't worry, my lord knows how to measure." Jin Yi rubbed his chin and hesitated for a moment: "Let's Get up, if the prince is really impatient, he will remind him again."

Luo Ming, the corner of Luo Ling's mouth twitched: "That's the only way!"

From the beginning to the end, it never mentioned that Nangong Aotian lost, what if he was injured?

On the general platform, Nangong Aotian smelled the smell of urine, frowned, and kicked Zhang Qi off the general platform with one kick, there was a click, the sound of bones breaking, Zhang Qi's eyes darkened, and he passed out.

The smell of urine faded, and Nangong Aotian turned his eyes to General Wang: "This king really doesn't like to fight with others. Today is an exception. The general should feel honored!"

Extremely arrogant, but it is the truth.

Nangong Aotian hates to compete with others, because once he makes a move, it is a killer move, but the status of General Wang is there, and there is still value to use, so he can't die here.

In other words, it was indeed a rare honor for him to give his life to General Wang.

It's just obvious that General Wang himself doesn't think so.

A pair of red eyes on a plain face, the eyes became more and more red, until the redness was almost like a fire, staring at him: "This general doesn't bother to fight with others. It's your honor to make an exception today."

"It turns out that Zhao people like to parrot their tongues." Nangong Aotian shook his head, his eyes were even more contemptuous.

General Wang stared at the sharp sword in Nangong Aotian's hand from the corner of his eyes, and he clenched the long sword tightly: "Don't talk nonsense, real skill is not just a trick."

"Okay!" As soon as the voice fell, the murderous look on his face flashed, and the sharp sword in his hand turned into an aurora with a cold brilliance in the night, and shot out at General Wang.

Where the sword wind passed along the way, a one-foot-deep gully burst out, spreading all the way, and every point of the tower was shot out, leaving indelible traces.

Sensing the ferocity of Nangong Aotian's attack, General Wang's face was solemn, and the long sword was flipped out in the palm of his hand. The thick internal force was poured into the sword, and he raised the sharp sword. A sharp light flashed across the air, facing the Shang Nangong Aotian's sword wind.

General Wang wanted to die together, this sword used all his internal strength and arm strength.

"boom!"

A loud noise suddenly exploded.

The entire site was in a mess in an instant.

The sword light shot out, General Wang felt a pain in his chest, and he took two steps back, his hand was numb, unable to hold the sword, and the long sword flew down.

The next moment, a mouthful of hot blood spit out from his mouth, before he recovered, the wind of the sharp silver sword swept across his head, and a section of black hair fell down.

General Wang's face was pale, and he showed an expression of disbelief: Impossible, he practiced martial arts at the age of three, with strong inner strength and superb swordsmanship. He is a rare master in this world.

But his horror hadn't passed yet, and he flew out again. It wasn't Nangong Aotian's force, but the power of the true energy in his body rushing and shooting out.

With another bang, General Wang flew out, and with a standard attitude of eating shit, he landed on the spot and took the audience off the stage.

It is a great shame for General Wang, a great general galloping on the battlefield, to still land in this posture after losing one move.

He would rather die like this than live in this world, and he would rather be Nangong Aotian's bargaining chip to threaten Zhao Guo and Yu'er.

A face, gloomy and terrifying, with blackness rolling deep in his eyes, losing a round, what face does he have in this world?

Since he practiced martial arts, General Wang has never been defeated by virtue of his outstanding talent, and he is even more honored as an uncle of the country. In Zhao Guo, he was under one person and above ten thousand people, and he had never tasted this kind of feeling.

Now he was defeated by Nangong Aotian with one move, and deliberately humiliated him. Although he didn't hurt his life, he felt that he couldn't survive.

He actually lost to a young boy, whom he had always looked down upon. Such a blow made him decide to die for the country.

It was only the next moment that General Wang was startled. His luck exposed his tendons and was about to kill himself, only to find that the eight extraordinary meridians in his body were completely blocked. Now, he can't even seek death!

Nangong Aotian took action himself, for this reason, so that he could not even die.

This person is still useful, so naturally he has to keep it!

What a shame!

General Wang was furious, and wanted to open his mouth to scold Nangong Aotian, but found that he couldn't even open his mouth. He was like a little beast fighting a trapped beast, trying to struggle angrily, but he couldn't even move .

Nangong Aotian looked at General Wang who was staring at him with bloodshot eyes, and smiled coldly: "How dare you make a fool of yourself!"

"My lord, the [-] soldiers are all watching helplessly? How did you solve it with one move?" Jin Yi looked at Nangong Aotian with some puzzlement. In the past, when he met a master, the lord would deliberately release water so that the soldiers could take care of themselves. Observe, learn something, today is too abnormal.

"Urine smells bad!"

Originally, he planned to let the soldiers of the Hutou camp take a good look at it, but just now he was in a bad mood because of the smell of Zhang Qi's urine, so he was even less in the mood to socialize with General Wang.

"Pull it down!" Nangong Aotian glanced at General Wang who couldn't commit suicide and couldn't move, and ordered with a sullen face.

Then he glanced coldly at the fainted Zhang Qi: "Take this thing back to Mingdu!"

"Yes!" Immediately, two young generals came and dragged General Wang and Zhang Qi down, like dragging a dead dog or duck.

Especially Zhang Qi, bumping his head from time to time along the way, bumping into this or that, waking up from the pain, and then passed out from the pain.

This damn teenager did it on purpose.

Correct!

It was indeed intentional, who made Zhang Qi such a coward that she peed her pants in fright, and made their princes not in the mood to teach them in person, why didn't the fifty thousand soldiers feel resentful in their hearts?

I wish I could kill Zhang Qi!

"My lord, the prince and others, since you dare to come to my Tiger Head Camp, the situation in Mingdu must not be too optimistic. The subordinates are worried, the tiger amulet and the soldier amulet..." Luo Ming leaned against Nangong Aotian and said softly.

"Zhang Qi came with the imperial decree, and my subordinates are also worried about the comfort of the emperor in the palace, afraid..." Luo Ling also whispered.

Nangong Aotian didn't answer yet, but Jin Yi laughed: "You don't have to worry, the lady and the prince will split into two groups. The prince will come here, and the lady will preside over the overall situation when she returns to Ming Dynasty."

Miss Bingxue is smart and skilled, and she will definitely live up to the prince's entrustment!

It's just that I feel a little uneasy in my heart!