V2.Chapter 87
The Zhonghua Pavilion is just a microcosm of the entire arena, and all martial arts people are feeling fearful about the future.
The Holy Emperor of the Han Dynasty, with his extraordinary and powerful strength, attacked with iron blood and swept the world. Such an unrivaled hero who is astonishing in the past and the present is only seen by everyone in his life.
Everyone can foresee that in the near future, the land of Kyushu will be filled with red dragon banners of the Han Dynasty.
"The world is going to be in chaos..."
An unknown man, leaning against a railing, sat on the attic behind the Zhonghua Pavilion, wearing a blue cloth robe and holding an erhu in his arms.
He looked only in his forties, but his face had a look of desolation and loneliness that could see through the world, as if no one in the world could arouse his interest anymore.
The melancholy sound of the erhu suddenly resounded, which contained infinite sorrow, anger and sorrow. The wild geese fluttering in the air seemed to be attracted by the music, hovering in the air, crying for it, and would not go away for a long time.
"The disciple is incompetent and defeated by human hands!"
Jian Chen was kneeling in front of the blue-robed man in a daze, muttering: "Disciple...disciple is in front of him, and he can't even pull out the hero sword. Disciple has insulted the master... "
As he spoke, Jian Chen's face turned red, and he swung his right hand and slapped himself on the forehead.
This palm has concentrated strength, if it hits, his forehead will burst and he will die on the spot.
When there was no time left, Wuming's face was still calm, his left hand flicked the string, and a few wisps of emptiness escaped from the air, Jian Chen's arm went numb, he stood in the air, and said in a shy voice: "Master, this disciple is ashamed of Master's teachings, he has no face Living between heaven and earth, willing to die!"
As Wuming's only disciple of Wulin Mythology, with high spirits and arrogance, he was subdued in front of the enemy without even being able to draw his own sword. For a swordsman, this is worse than death!
Nameless said slowly: "Your sword is still in his hand, now that you are dead, you are a real coward."
Jian Chen shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Old Sword Master Dugu used the twenty-third form of the Holy Spirit swordsmanship, but he was still defeated by the Emperor of Han. This man's martial arts have reached the terrifying realm of being unpredictable. Comparing them is like comparing the light of fireflies to Haoyue, there is no hope of defeating him in this life..."
"In the world...is there such a character?"
A look of surprise flashed across the nameless eyes.
He is naturally familiar with his apprentice, if it wasn't for the fact that the gap is as big as the sky, and the astonishing talent is as beautiful as Jian Chen, how could he say such dejected words?
"In recent days, everyone has been discussing this Great Han Sacred Emperor. After defeating the old Sword Sage Dugu, he seems to have turned to the north and defeated the mighty leader of the Tianxia Guild, Xiongba. He is already at the peak of his power."
"If the pavilion master does not come out, I am afraid that there is no one in the martial arts world to control him. The Han army swept across Zhongzhou, and the dynasty may change..."
Several old people in the Zhonghua Pavilion also let out a deep sigh.
Wuming finally put down his erhu, stood up slowly, and said in a deep voice, "It seems that I'm going to Zhongzhou for a trip."
…
Boom boom boom!
Under the Imperial City of the Central Plains.
On a high-rise point general platform, the banner of the big man, the iron-blooded red dragon, danced wildly in the wind.
Lu Xun stared at the towering city wall in the distance, a slight arc appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the sword in his palm swung down...
"Marshal Lu has an order, prepare to attack!"
"Marshal Lu has an order, prepare to attack!"
The Jin Yiwei who delivered the order rolled up his cloak, shuttled nimbly across the battlefield, and walked quickly to the generals of the various ministries to deliver the order.
In the formation of the big men, the powerful warriors with their arms bare, their thick and thick muscles like hard rocks, began to swing their hammers wildly, and slammed the drums that beat the sky.
Amidst the thunderous drums, the immovable Han soldiers finally moved.
When the soldiers are not moving, the soldiers are like a mountain.
When the whole army is onslaught, the aggression is like fire.
The banner-carrying general Dian Qing was covered with iron armor, like a steel giant, holding high the banner of the iron-blooded red dragon, and rushed towards the imperial city of the Central Plains, which was more than thirty feet high.
"Break the city and congratulate the Holy Emperor!"
Hundreds of thousands of people rushed towards the imperial city of the Central Plains. Among the big Han soldiers, the sound of killing was overwhelming and unstoppable.
The iron cavalry roared like thunder, and even the majestic city trembled.
Emperor Wuchang of the Ming Dynasty stood on the crenel of the East Gate Archery Tower, his body trembling slightly.
He stared here motionless for an hour, his legs and feet were already numb, and his heart was colder than ice.
The several heavy military defenses densely covered in the capital of the imperial city have been breached by the Han army. The King Qin's army who came from several states can only shrink the defense line and gather under the imperial city of the Central Plains.
Even though there were still more than 500,000 Ming troops defending the capital, the Emperor Wuchang was still worried and his face was frighteningly pale.
Because losing the initiative in the war means that the next big war will be led by the nose by the enemy.
"Your Majesty, it's getting cold, take care of the dragon's body and put on more clothes..."
Eunuch Cao, the old eunuch in the palace, bowed and put on a long fur coat embroidered with dragons for Emperor Wuchang. His hands were trembling, and his voice was trembling.
The sound of the drums beating the sky was loud, and his eardrums hurt so much that he didn't even dare to look at the army below the city, densely packed like a swarm of ants, rushing towards him like a tide.
"My lord, what shall we do?"
The great Ming generals standing on the top of the city were also terrified, with panic and horror on their faces.
Within a month, the army of King Qin of each prefecture had fought several battles with the Han army, and everyone had a deep understanding of the formidable fighting power of the Han army.
The fierce soldiers of the Han army are one against ten. Once assembled into an formation, they will be invincible and invincible!
The fierce generals of the Han army are all enemies of ten thousand people, sweeping the battlefield with unparalleled bravery!
The Ming army suffered several battles and defeats until today, King Qin's army lost troops and lost generals, retreated all the way to the imperial city, and their morale fell to the bottom!
"The Ming Dynasty has been established for hundreds of years, and has experienced many years of ups and downs. If it falls today, what face will I have to face the late emperor!?"
The Emperor Wuchang took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "If you defend the imperial city, you must not take half a step back. If the Han army wants to enter the city, they must first step over my corpse!"
"The last general is willing to fight to the death for the emperor!"
Above the imperial city, the sound of war drums was blaring. Everyone in the Ming army looked up and saw that the emperor of Wuchang rolled up his dragon sleeves and beat the drums himself.
"The emperor guards the gate of the country, and the king dies in the country! It's magnificent!"
Lu Xun stood on the high commanding platform, looked at the Ming imperial city in the distance, and saw the Ming army camp starting to boil and riot, his brows frowned slightly. ....
The Holy Emperor of the Han Dynasty, with his extraordinary and powerful strength, attacked with iron blood and swept the world. Such an unrivaled hero who is astonishing in the past and the present is only seen by everyone in his life.
Everyone can foresee that in the near future, the land of Kyushu will be filled with red dragon banners of the Han Dynasty.
"The world is going to be in chaos..."
An unknown man, leaning against a railing, sat on the attic behind the Zhonghua Pavilion, wearing a blue cloth robe and holding an erhu in his arms.
He looked only in his forties, but his face had a look of desolation and loneliness that could see through the world, as if no one in the world could arouse his interest anymore.
The melancholy sound of the erhu suddenly resounded, which contained infinite sorrow, anger and sorrow. The wild geese fluttering in the air seemed to be attracted by the music, hovering in the air, crying for it, and would not go away for a long time.
"The disciple is incompetent and defeated by human hands!"
Jian Chen was kneeling in front of the blue-robed man in a daze, muttering: "Disciple...disciple is in front of him, and he can't even pull out the hero sword. Disciple has insulted the master... "
As he spoke, Jian Chen's face turned red, and he swung his right hand and slapped himself on the forehead.
This palm has concentrated strength, if it hits, his forehead will burst and he will die on the spot.
When there was no time left, Wuming's face was still calm, his left hand flicked the string, and a few wisps of emptiness escaped from the air, Jian Chen's arm went numb, he stood in the air, and said in a shy voice: "Master, this disciple is ashamed of Master's teachings, he has no face Living between heaven and earth, willing to die!"
As Wuming's only disciple of Wulin Mythology, with high spirits and arrogance, he was subdued in front of the enemy without even being able to draw his own sword. For a swordsman, this is worse than death!
Nameless said slowly: "Your sword is still in his hand, now that you are dead, you are a real coward."
Jian Chen shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Old Sword Master Dugu used the twenty-third form of the Holy Spirit swordsmanship, but he was still defeated by the Emperor of Han. This man's martial arts have reached the terrifying realm of being unpredictable. Comparing them is like comparing the light of fireflies to Haoyue, there is no hope of defeating him in this life..."
"In the world...is there such a character?"
A look of surprise flashed across the nameless eyes.
He is naturally familiar with his apprentice, if it wasn't for the fact that the gap is as big as the sky, and the astonishing talent is as beautiful as Jian Chen, how could he say such dejected words?
"In recent days, everyone has been discussing this Great Han Sacred Emperor. After defeating the old Sword Sage Dugu, he seems to have turned to the north and defeated the mighty leader of the Tianxia Guild, Xiongba. He is already at the peak of his power."
"If the pavilion master does not come out, I am afraid that there is no one in the martial arts world to control him. The Han army swept across Zhongzhou, and the dynasty may change..."
Several old people in the Zhonghua Pavilion also let out a deep sigh.
Wuming finally put down his erhu, stood up slowly, and said in a deep voice, "It seems that I'm going to Zhongzhou for a trip."
…
Boom boom boom!
Under the Imperial City of the Central Plains.
On a high-rise point general platform, the banner of the big man, the iron-blooded red dragon, danced wildly in the wind.
Lu Xun stared at the towering city wall in the distance, a slight arc appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the sword in his palm swung down...
"Marshal Lu has an order, prepare to attack!"
"Marshal Lu has an order, prepare to attack!"
The Jin Yiwei who delivered the order rolled up his cloak, shuttled nimbly across the battlefield, and walked quickly to the generals of the various ministries to deliver the order.
In the formation of the big men, the powerful warriors with their arms bare, their thick and thick muscles like hard rocks, began to swing their hammers wildly, and slammed the drums that beat the sky.
Amidst the thunderous drums, the immovable Han soldiers finally moved.
When the soldiers are not moving, the soldiers are like a mountain.
When the whole army is onslaught, the aggression is like fire.
The banner-carrying general Dian Qing was covered with iron armor, like a steel giant, holding high the banner of the iron-blooded red dragon, and rushed towards the imperial city of the Central Plains, which was more than thirty feet high.
"Break the city and congratulate the Holy Emperor!"
Hundreds of thousands of people rushed towards the imperial city of the Central Plains. Among the big Han soldiers, the sound of killing was overwhelming and unstoppable.
The iron cavalry roared like thunder, and even the majestic city trembled.
Emperor Wuchang of the Ming Dynasty stood on the crenel of the East Gate Archery Tower, his body trembling slightly.
He stared here motionless for an hour, his legs and feet were already numb, and his heart was colder than ice.
The several heavy military defenses densely covered in the capital of the imperial city have been breached by the Han army. The King Qin's army who came from several states can only shrink the defense line and gather under the imperial city of the Central Plains.
Even though there were still more than 500,000 Ming troops defending the capital, the Emperor Wuchang was still worried and his face was frighteningly pale.
Because losing the initiative in the war means that the next big war will be led by the nose by the enemy.
"Your Majesty, it's getting cold, take care of the dragon's body and put on more clothes..."
Eunuch Cao, the old eunuch in the palace, bowed and put on a long fur coat embroidered with dragons for Emperor Wuchang. His hands were trembling, and his voice was trembling.
The sound of the drums beating the sky was loud, and his eardrums hurt so much that he didn't even dare to look at the army below the city, densely packed like a swarm of ants, rushing towards him like a tide.
"My lord, what shall we do?"
The great Ming generals standing on the top of the city were also terrified, with panic and horror on their faces.
Within a month, the army of King Qin of each prefecture had fought several battles with the Han army, and everyone had a deep understanding of the formidable fighting power of the Han army.
The fierce soldiers of the Han army are one against ten. Once assembled into an formation, they will be invincible and invincible!
The fierce generals of the Han army are all enemies of ten thousand people, sweeping the battlefield with unparalleled bravery!
The Ming army suffered several battles and defeats until today, King Qin's army lost troops and lost generals, retreated all the way to the imperial city, and their morale fell to the bottom!
"The Ming Dynasty has been established for hundreds of years, and has experienced many years of ups and downs. If it falls today, what face will I have to face the late emperor!?"
The Emperor Wuchang took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "If you defend the imperial city, you must not take half a step back. If the Han army wants to enter the city, they must first step over my corpse!"
"The last general is willing to fight to the death for the emperor!"
Above the imperial city, the sound of war drums was blaring. Everyone in the Ming army looked up and saw that the emperor of Wuchang rolled up his dragon sleeves and beat the drums himself.
"The emperor guards the gate of the country, and the king dies in the country! It's magnificent!"
Lu Xun stood on the high commanding platform, looked at the Ming imperial city in the distance, and saw the Ming army camp starting to boil and riot, his brows frowned slightly. ....
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