"Yang Mucheng, it's over!"

Wanyan Honglie clenched his iron fist and looked at Yang Mucheng, who was spurting out a mouthful of blood, his eyes gloomy.

"If you can force me to make the birth and death mark, you should also be blind!"

As soon as his voice fell, his eyes suddenly became gloomy and terrifying, and the internal energy in his body surged, reaching the extreme at this moment. At the same time, he threw another punch.

Seal of Life and Death!

At this moment, the blood of his whole body seemed to be poured into this punch, and the originally ethereal and invisible fist wind was shrouded in this layer of blood mist, and it turned into a blood-colored giant fist with a diameter of four or five meters, filled with terrifying killing intent, and with a rolling wave of internal energy, it bombarded Yang Mucheng again.

This time the seal of life and death is even stronger and more terrifying than the last time.

Although Yang Mucheng had already gained insight into the trajectory of this punch, he still had a feeling in his heart that there was no way to avoid it, and there was no way to hide!

Withdraw!

With a step on the soles of his feet, Yang Mucheng quickly retreated.

"I'll see where you go!"

Wanyan Honglie sneered, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. He let out a loud shout, and the internal energy in his body surged out, and his long hair, which was red with blood, rose wildly, and even the last trace of protective strength was injected into this life and death seal punch.

The blood-colored giant fist emitted a whistling sound, and it pressed towards Yang Mucheng frantically.

"Run?"

When Yang Mucheng heard this, a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes.

Boom!

He paused, and his figure stopped suddenly.

"Did you give up?"

When Gonggong Wei saw Yang Mucheng's actions, a trace of doubt arose in his heart. "The seal of life and death, from life to death, from death to life. It is the power of the Yellow Rank mid-grade martial arts...... In addition to martial arts of the same level, there are no martial arts that can compete with each other. ”

"What if he doesn't give up, he can't resist this trick at all. ”

"Is this the Thirty-Sixth Style of True Martial Arts? No...... The thirty-six moves of the True Martial Arts are not complete, and the power is only the lower grade of the Yellow Rank, so it is impossible to resist this move at all!"

That's right!

The thirty-six styles of Zhenwu are incomplete, only three styles remain, and there is no one in ten powers. But what if all three come together?

Boom –

At this moment, Yang Mucheng blasted out three styles in a row.

Heaven-shaking hammer, sky-splitting strike, sky-shattering feet!

Under the surging transformation of the internal energy, Haoran formed a round ball, like a cannonball out of the chamber and bombarded the blood-colored giant fist.

Boom!

The superimposed life and death seals of the two forces, and the first three forms of the Thirty-six True Martial Arts, broke out in a fierce collision with today's explosion. In the sound of the explosion, the first three forms of the Thirty-six True Martial Arts directly shattered the seal of life and death.

Boom –

In the earth-shattering explosion, a wave of air visible to the naked eye swept away.

In the explosion, the internal energy surged, the dust rose everywhere, and there was chaos between the square inches.

Burst!

Wanyan Honglie spurted out a mouthful of blood almost at the same time that the seal of life and death was shattered, obviously the transformation of life and death was broken, and he received a great backlash.

And he was directly swept away by the wave of qi generated when these two forces collided.

"He broke the seal of life and death?"

Grandpa Wei gasped.

Since the seal of life and death was created, it was meant to be used in this situation. So far, there has been no precedent for being broken, and now this seal of life and death was forcibly broken by Yang Mucheng?

Of course.

The most shocking thing is Wan Yan Honglie.

The seal of life and death was broken, which means that his last hole card was also completely torn apart, and there was no possibility of turning the tables. He has fought on the battlefield for decades without a single defeat. Before the expedition, he even proudly vowed to set foot in the Great Cadre Country and capture Yang Mucheng.

Are you going to die here today?

"The whole army charges ......"

Wanyan Honglie struggled to get up and roared desperately. However, before he could speak, Yang Mucheng had already slashed him with a sword, splitting him in half.

Poof......

Endless blood gushed out, and a generation of military gods died here.

......

"Holy Lord, it's time for us to send troops!"

A look of disbelief flashed across Grandpa Wei's face. This man who frightened the nations and lived in a good official residence was actually dead. Even the last seal of life and death was not able to reverse this final nirvana.

It was beyond his imagination.

"Troops!"

Xia Jun nodded heavily, raised his sword, and the Xia army, which had already been ambushed, poured out like a tide at this moment.

The main general of Ertai was killed in battle, and their morale was already greatly reduced, and now this sudden ambush army caught them off guard.

Half a day later.

The remnants of the Great Army of Ertai were captured.

All their weapons and armor were seized and piled up into a small mountain.

"Emperor Yang!"

Xia Jun walked quickly and arched his hand towards Yang Mucheng. "After the First World War today, the whole of Kyushu will spread your fame......"

"Hehe......"

Yang Mucheng looked at this Emperor Xia quietly and smiled faintly.

The Xia army was ambushed on the top of the mountain for half a day, and it was not until he killed Yan Honglie that the Xia Emperor was willing to send troops. How could Yang Mucheng not know his thoughts?

"Emperor Yang, you have won a great victory in this battle, and you have gained a lot of money! Just the grain, grass, and armor of these more than 100,000 troops can form an army. Emperor Xia smiled awkwardly and hurriedly changed the topic. "What are you going to do with these captives in Ertai?"

The two armies flanked, and the main general was killed.

Many of the soldiers in Ertai knew that the tide was turning, and most of them were captured alive, except for a few who had stubbornly resisted. After some counting, the number of these soldiers was as high as 80,000.

"Emperor Yang, these soldiers can be captured and confiscated, or they can be reduced to slaves. Emperor Xia looked at Yang Mucheng expectantly.

Eighty thousand soldiers, that's not a small number.

Whether it was Da Qian or Xia Guo, they couldn't swallow this piece of meat in one bite. Due to the timely surrender, most of the establishment was in full strength. Once resisted, it is a double-edged sword. Xia Jun asked this sentence because he wanted Yang Mu to give him a part of the captives.

'I don't have any strength, and you still want to get a share from me?'

Yang Mucheng sneered, and his eyes swept over the remnants of the defeated army in front of him. "These Ertai soldiers entered the country of Daqian and killed innocent people. I said I wouldn't let them go back alive...... The Warring States killed the god Bai Qi and killed 450,000 Zhao troops. Today, I will kill these 80,000 Thai troops to avenge the innocent and tragic deaths!"

Ci is not in charge of the soldiers!

Rao is Xia Jun, who is also the emperor, and he was completely stunned when he heard Yang Mucheng's words.

But he didn't know that Yang Mucheng had already made a blood oath when he saw the tragic death of those villagers. He wants to make Ertai pay back a hundredfold, a thousandfold. At the same time, this is also an example of killing chickens and monkeys. In order to make the nations who are in the guise of a great country gather all their thoughts—

If you offend the prestige of our country, you will be punished even if you are far away!

'Ding!' Bloodthirsty Tyrant quest completion is 1/3. ’

'Description: People are good at being bullied, and horses are good at being ridden. A generation of Mingjun will be ridden on the head by others to and pee. A generation of tyrants, but it will make people fearful. Bloodthirsty for the enemy, merciful to the people, determined to become a bloodthirsty tyrant!'

'Reward a draw!'

(End of chapter)