You have asked for permission to marry, why should I restrain myself?

Chapter 331 The Evil Ghost Takes Life

"If you want to take my head, then it depends on whether your knife is stronger or my sword is faster!"

When Rong Jun heard this, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. He swung the big knife in his hand and chopped at Xiao Yun's neck.

Xiao Wei turned his head and raised the sword in his hand to block his attack.

The iron tools collided with each other, creating a loud clang and sparking a series of sparks.

Rong Jun's palms were numbed by the shock. He looked at Xiao Yun, who was calm and composed, with a slightly dim look in his eyes.

In that last slash of the sword, he used all of his internal energy.

But Xiao Yun was able to dodge it easily. How deep is his inner strength?

A strong sense of crisis suddenly arose in Rong Jun's heart.

If we don't get rid of him quickly, he may be in danger in the future. These good days are ahead, and he can't die.

Rong Jun gathered his inner strength once again, raised the sword in his hand and chopped it down again. His sword skills were steady and fierce, and every move was deadly.

The two fought for dozens of rounds, and Rong Jun deliberately guided Xiao Yan to his own camp.

Xiao Yan raised his sword to block his side attack, his tone was full of mockery:

"What? Prince Rong is afraid? Is Beijue's character cowardice?"

Rong Jun also smiled:

"Integrity is bullshit! History books are written by the victors. When you die, I will kill your soldiers, dig out their eyeballs one by one, and cut off their tongues. Even if they go to hell, they will be unable to speak or see, and will not be able to complain to the King of Hell!"

"By the way, I will make up another story for the Third Prince. The Third Prince of Anguo was guarding the Eastern Border, but he was so scared when he saw the 600,000 troops of the Northern Jue from afar that he fled the city. He was so hungry that he went to a farmer's house to beg for food. However, the farmer's food was simple and plain, and the Third Prince was furious. He got up in the middle of the night and wanted to steal the old hens that the farmer used to lay eggs for his livelihood. However, on the way to steal the chickens, he saw the farmer's daughter-in-law taking a bath. He was tempted and raped the weak and beautiful woman. The woman's husband saw him and hacked her to death with a hatchet. The woman was chopped into meat stuffing and made into buns to sell to passers-by. He was useless when he was alive, but feeding people after his death is also a kind of contribution. What do you think of this story, Third Prince?"

Xiao Yan looked at him and said in a casual voice:

"It's a good story, but it's a pity that Prince Rong doesn't have this opportunity!"

As he spoke, he concentrated his inner strength on the sword. The sword body bounced, and the powerful inner strength shocked Rong Jun so much that he retreated repeatedly.

Before Rong Jun could steady himself and just as he raised his head, a sharp sword wind came towards him, but Rong Jun dodged it by leaning sideways.

Xiao Yun's swordsmanship was like a violent storm, which made Rong Jun overwhelmed. With the last sword, he chopped straight towards Rong Jun's face.

Rong Jun raised his sword to block, and suddenly his entire palm felt numb.

The thin arrow is only two fingers wide, but with the support of strong internal strength, it weighs as heavy as a thousand pounds.

The numbness spread from the palm of my hand to my fingers, and my entire arm seemed to have lost sensation.

The strong feeling of oppression made his body sink continuously until he knelt on one knee.

The veins on Rong Jun's neck bulged, and the big knife was bent in a way that was visibly visible to the naked eye.

His breathing began to become difficult, his heartbeat accelerated, and sweat continued to drip from his forehead. He wanted to resist, but his body had reached its limit and he could not move.

If he moved, the sword would chop off his head in the next moment.

"kill him!"

As Rong Jun finished speaking, the Beijue soldiers surrounding him raised their swords and slashed at him.

Xiao Yun put away his sword, bent his waist, and lay on his back at 90 degrees. He turned his wrist and used the long sword in his hand to block the dozen swords that were chopped towards him.

The soft silver hair fell due to gravity and seeped into the blood, and the long silver hair was dyed red by the blood.

Rong Jun was freed and quickly stepped back, commanding as he did so:

"Kill him for me!"

However, before the soldiers could swing their swords again, they felt a terrible force rebounding from the blade to their arms, and the hands holding the swords suddenly felt as if the power was taken away from them. The next moment, a powerful impact force hit them, and all the people around them were shocked and took a step back.

Xiao Yun plunged the long sword in his hand into the blood, and using the force, he stood up.

Blood splattered onto his cold, jade-white face, making him look like a demon that had crawled out of the blood.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The soldiers came again, Xiao Yun's dark phoenix eyes swept over them, without any hesitation, holding a long sword in his hand, tapping the ground with his toes, his figure was like a ghost.

Before the soldiers could react, they felt a sharp pain in their necks and blood gushed out. Soon they lost their breath and fell limply into the blood.

Thick blood dripped from the tip of the sword in his hand. His gaze fell on Rong Jun who was hiding behind the soldiers. His eyes were cold and filled with murderous intent.

Even though they had fought so many times just now, Rong Jun could still clearly see the murderous intent in his eyes.

However, the tangible murderous intent soon sank into those dark phoenix eyes and turned into an extremely strong sense of oppression.

Just one look and it's like falling into an invisible quagmire, being drowned, with the mouth and nose seemingly blocked by something. The strong feeling of suffocation makes people deeply feel the fear of death.

Rong Jun looked at Xiao Yan who was walking towards him. With every step he took, it seemed as if death was getting closer to him.

This was the first time Rong Jun felt such fear towards someone.

"Quick! Kill him! Kill him for me! Whoever cuts off his head will be made a marquis and a prime minister!"

Being granted a title of nobility or appointed as prime minister is the dream of many people.

They can give everything for it, including loyalty, conscience, and even their lives!

All the soldiers rushed forward, shouting and killing, shaking the sky.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Countless swords were slashing at him. Xiao Yun swung the soft sword in his hand, and the sword rolled up, as if it was tied with an iron chain, and could not be pulled out no matter what.

When one soldier saw that he couldn't draw his sword, he punched him in the face.

Xiao Yan tilted his head slightly, caught the man's arm with his left hand, and exerted force. The soldier's body was pulled up by him, and then swung like a rag. His body became a weapon and knocked the soldiers to the ground.

Before they could get up, Xiao Yan pulled back the soft sword in his hand, flashed, and directly cut their necks.

The smell of blood in the air became stronger, irritating everyone's nerves.

The soldiers who had been bewitched by the promise of being granted titles of nobility and appointed as prime ministers were now awakened from their dreams. They knew that even if there were a hundred of such people, they would not be a match for them.

The soldiers standing aside all showed fear on their faces and retreated involuntarily.

Rong Jun saw this and cursed:

"What are you afraid of? Don't retreat. Kill him for me. Anyone who retreats will be executed immediately!"

As soon as Rong Jun finished speaking, he chopped the neck of a retreating soldier with the long knife in his hand.

"Those who retreat will die!"

The brutal measures immediately frightened those soldiers who wanted to retreat.

Now, if they advance they will die, and if they retreat they will also die.

Death was a possibility on both sides, so the soldiers, with the mentality of giving it a try, burst out with a strong will to fight, and rushed towards Xiao Yan with swords in hand.

Xiao Yun looked at the soldiers rushing towards him without changing his expression, and the soft sword in his hand stabbed at the vital points of each enemy as accurately as a poisonous snake.

A soldier took advantage of Xiao Yan dealing with other people and thought he had found an opportunity, so he grabbed the sword in his hand and slashed at him from behind.

However, before the sword in his hand could hit Xiao Yan, he felt a flash of cold light, and the next moment his throat was cut.

Xiao Yan's eyes swept across the soldier who had just tried to launch a sneak attack on him, he retracted the soft sword in his hand, then raised his foot and kicked the man hard, sending him flying in the direction of Rong Jun, knocking down a large group of people.

Another person rushed forward, grabbed a long sword, and stabbed a soldier fiercely. The soldier was stabbed by the sword and flew out, knocking down two soldiers who were blocking Rong Jun.

Rong Jun realized something was wrong and was about to run, but Xiao Yan leaped in front of him like a dragon, followed by a long sword that stabbed into his abdomen.

Rong Jun reacted quickly, blocking with the long sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword stabbed the blade, creating sparks.

In my ears was Xiao Yun's voice like a demon:

"Prince Rong, goodbye!"

Xiao Ying loosened the hilt in his hand, and the soft sword that had just been bent to the extreme bounced upwards. Xiao Ying jumped behind him, caught the hilt, and slashed it with force. A long diagonal mark immediately appeared on Rong Jun's neck.